i have no idea if things will be okay for you or not

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*drops off doodles of the kiddos*

okay so here's the newest plan...

i mayyy be writing a 12 chaptered fic off of an anon prompt that was sent to @irish-nlessing a few weeks ago 

here’s the prompt: http://irish-nlessing.tumblr.com/post/154660216167/ok-so-for-the-nye-smut-you-guys-go-to-a-party-get 

now i’ve obvi expanded on the idea (after awkwardly asking her permission to use it for a full fic lol) and well….i’m 3 chapters in and it’s shaping up to be quite the story. im already in love with the characters and the dynamic they have acquired between each other. they hook up on a one night stand on NYE and they dont know each other at all, so that in itself, finding out you are pregnant by a complete stranger…who happens to be famous…welp. but anyway, i don’t want to delve into the plot too much yet (you know i like to surprise yall) but the title i’ve picked is: 

A Million Reasons. 

im actually really excited about it and i hope as i get closer to posting it and can really tell you more about it, you all will be excited too!

Convoluted

Character: TJeffs X Reader
Prompt: The Reader is going over their memories that they have with Thomas, trying to figure out where everything went wrong between them, but only too late.
Word Count: 2,648
W/T: Cursing, etc.
A/N: NOTE: THESE THINGS “*” INDICATE ITALICS/FLASHBACKS. I’m on mobile so it doesn’t let me do italics ;-;. I tried to desperate them with the lines, but just fore extra measure I added the *’s. Okay so the style is inspired by @secretschuylersister “Had to Give you Away” imagine (HIGHLY RECOMMEND). I would also like feedback on this one, bc it’s just an idea I had and really only Steph knows how it plays out??? So yes, feedback please
~SJ

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You’re surprised you still had tears left to give after all this time. You sure as hell didn’t have an emotions left to show. The world seemed to be on a constant tilt now a-days, making everything seem super slanted and wobbly, only making you want to stay rooted to the couch even more. Time was merely a phrase to you at this point, it seemingly slipping through your fingers like sand every time you tried to get a grasp on it. You don’t even bother to wipe away the fresh set of tears streaming down your face, knowing that another set will replace it just as quick.

In all honesty, you’re not even sure how you’ve managed to survive this long. You don’t bother to take care of yourself, you haven’t showered in days, and the last time you ate was-actually, that’s a great question that you don’t seem to have the answer to. The only thing you can seem to do is sulk silently, rooted to the same spot. No, that’s not true. There is another thing you’ve become seemingly astounding at.

Recalling all of your memories. Maybe you purposely became good at it, maybe the circumstance just forced it upon you, who knows at this point. But either way, the only thing you’ve been able to watch is how it all came to this. How everything descended to another form of existence, if that’s what you can even call it.


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*

It was like a dream. A slightly, asshole-ish dream. A loud mouthed, overly cocky, secretly-a-softie-with-allergies dream.

And it just happened to be your dream, even though it didn’t start out very dreamy. Considering it was pouring buckets and lighting was shockingly frequent, the scene wasn’t laid out to serenely.

You were trying to get back to your dorm building before the storm hit. But due to the classmate who kept asking questions during the lecture, and the endless assignments that just so “happened” to appear because of said questions, there was a very slim chance of being able to do that.

You prayed to whatever deity was up there that the approaching dorm building didn’t have any strict RA’s, and feverishly knocked on the glass doors, hoping you could take shelter there until the rain let up a bit.

Luckily, there were enough guys scattered across the lobby for one to notice you banging rather defeatedly against the locked entryway. He quickly rushed to usher you inside, and made sure you were okay and not catching a cold or anything.

“Now that we have the formalities out of the way; what the hell were you doing out in a storm like this?” He exclaims, stealing a glance at the other dudes across the way. “Oh, am I not allowed to be caught out in the rain while trying to get back to my dorm? Well I’m so sorry I inconvenienced you by wanting to get some place dry, dude.” You scoff, purposely wringing your hair out over his lap, to which he scuttles up the back of the chair. “Hey! This was expensive you know, girl. You don’t want to be in debt to me. Although, you technically already are, considering how kind and caring I was to let you in my humble abode.”

“Like I’m ever going to be in debt to you, asshole. And this isn’t even your house, it’s your shared dorm.” You hiss back, still wringing out your hair over his seat. “Ahh, wouldn’t want to have to sick the big Ol’ RA on the damp little kitten, now would I?” He threatens jokingly, leaning into his hands resting on the armrest. “Let’s not do that and say we did, yeah? ”

“Jefferson! Who is that? Why is she here?” A voice barks out from the hallway leading to the elevators to the other floors. “Oh, looks like you’ve gone and done it now, kitten.” The magenta ass smirks, staring at you in triumph. “Okay okay fine!” You whisper back, shrinking into your seat a bit. “Just, just help me out here okay? I already have two strikes on me for my own RA already, I don’t need a third.”

“Done. Just go with whatever I say.” He muses, turning to face the approaching RA, who’s mangled golden hair only added to the jerk aura he seemed to put off. “Thomas, who is this? You know full well that you can’t have-” “This-” He spits, quickly intertwining his hand with yours “-is my girlfriend, Lee.”

The RA raised a suspicious eyebrow at the sight of you, obviously seeing straight through the facade. “Oh really? What’s her name then?”

You glance over to your “boyfriend”, trying to suppress a laugh at the sight of fear in his eyes for not catching your name. “Why do you need to know? For all I know, you could try to report me or something, just because I’m spending precious time with my boyfriend!” You accuse, folding your legs underneath of you in your chair and burying your face into your “boyfriend’s” neck. He was surprisingly warm to the touch, which in turn made you grow warm. “Yeah, Lee. We are just a lovesick couple wanting to spend valuable time together before we have to separate for the holidays. Ever think of that?”

Although you couldn’t see the RA’s face, you knew that he wasn’t a happy camper. “Fine. But you two have to stay in the lobby.” He groans, his footsteps now growing fainter.

“Did it work?” You whisper into his skin, lifting your head slightly to look up at him. “Not sure, but you can’t really tell when it comes to Lee.” He whispers back, his eyes fixed to the RA across the way. “I think we should keep this up until he’s gone.” He suggests, a smirk forming on his lips. “I think so, too.” You murmur back, smiling up at him.

“Oh, and the name’s Y/N.”

“I think I like Kitten better.”

*


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The memories seem to only play chronologically at this point, trying to figure out where everything went wrong. Where the turning point in your lives was.

The light seeping in through the thin curtain directly ahead of you casts an angelic like glow across the couch, only making everything seem even more dreamscape-like. Even the silhouette of someone outside of your window seems surreal.

Things melt into each other and fade in and out, seamlessly fast forwarding to yet another fond memory, as if it were trying to cheer you up.


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*

“Thomas, where are we even going?” You whine, resting your chin against the top of his head while he carries you piggyback style. “You’ll see when we get there, okay Kitten?” He responds mischievously, tightening his grip on your legs slightly, that way you won’t slip. “You’ve said that for the past five minutes, Babe.” You deadpan back, slumping slightly. “Because that’s the only answer you should need. Why are you always so nosy about stuff, Y/N?” He teases back, knowing that he was basically asking to be clobbered.

“I’m only nosy because you’re always trying to be super utterly mysterious about everything, you dope!” You exclaim, hitting him on the chest in retaliation. He exhales a grunt from your blow, dropping you into the grass instantly. You tumble along the dew-dampened grass blades, the wind being knocked out of you for a moment on impact.

Thomas leans over you, smirking and clearly aware of the fact you weren’t breathing for a second there. “What, are you at a loss for words for how handsome I am, Y/N?” He offers slyly, the edge of his magenta jacket dangling above you teasingly. Only offering him a cheeky grin, you reach out and snatch up the edge of his coat, tugging him downwards with all your might.

Obviously not expecting this, an audible yelp escapes him as he falls to the ground next to you, his arm flailed over your stomach in a means of stopping himself. “What, at a loss for words?” You scoff back playfully, flipping onto your side and propping yourself up to return the smirk he gave you earlier. “Oh no, I’m not letting you win that easily.” Thomas starts, scooping you into his arms bridal style and setting off again. “Just tell me where we are going, Thomas!” You shout, throwing your head back. Instead an answer, he simply leans down and presses a kiss against your forehead, humming to seem like he didn’t hear you. He kicks open a door ahead of him and begins to ascend the flight of stairs before him, making sure to not answer your constant badgering. It’s been a year since you two first met in his dorm building, and he vowed to move out of there as soon as possible. Who knew he was one to keep promises?

“You’re an ass, you know that?”

“And you’re a bitch. But hey, at least we’re each other’s.”

“Okay, Thom-ass,” You start, quirking an eyebrow at him, “What is the destination you’ve set for us on this cold autumn night?” His eyes don’t meet yours right away, but when they do, you can tell by the way they light up that he’s got something mischievous planned. “We’re here, if you just have to know.” Thomas exaggerates, gently setting you on your feet and spinning you around.

Although the frigid night air sent shivers down your spine, the sight before you seemed to wash all of the cold away. The balcony of his apartment was blazing with fairy lights scattered along the railing and overhead, and a small fire burned quietly at the center, inside of a small stone basin. Numerous blankets and pillows lay about the wooden deck, covering it entirely with a new layer of bedding. Faint music can be heard through the glass door in front of you, the song instantly connecting in your head with the lyrics that go with it. The spaces between the wooden overhead also seem to gleam with the sight of the clear night sky, the stars glimmering down on you just as brightly as the lights.

“Wha-how-did you do this?” You question in awe, slowly sliding the thin glass door open, allowing for the heat of the fire the rush to you. “What? You don’t think I did this all by myself, Y/N? I’m wounded, I really am.” Thomas answers defensively, pretending to be hurt. “Who’d you pay to do it?” You deadpan, raising your eyebrows.

“Okay okay.” He gives, throwing his hands up in defeat. “ I got James to do it, he has a better eye for this whole, what is it, ‘aesthetic’ thing? Yeah, aesthetic thing than I do. Sure, I had to get him something as payment though.” You take a step out onto the cushioned deck, slipping your shoes off and leaving them at the door as you do so. “What’d you pay him in? Medicine like usual?” You joke, pulling your jacket closed a bit. “Yeah,” He laughs, gingerly wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and shutting the door behind him with his foot, “but it’s been pretty easy to do that lately, considering that bastard studying to be a pharmacist moved into our complex a few months ago. Alec, Alan, Albrec-” “Alex. It’s Alex, Thomas.” You correct him, the short tempered redhead that you’ve run into a couple of times flashing into mind. “Whatever. Still hate his guts.” He mutters into your hair, his breath hot against your scalp. “He leaves his door unlocked, so it’s super easy to find what you’re wanting to steal, considering he has everything labeled. Actually, I’m glad he has everything labeled, otherwise I might have grabbed some sort of poison or something, and who knows where I would’ve been if I’d done that.”

“You know that’s 'illegal’ right?” You laugh, tilting your head up enough to look at him. “Yeah, well I’d rather do that than get on James’ bad side. He’s tried to kill me once, you know.” “Oh shut up, he did not. You two are too close for that to happen.” You scoff, slipping from his grip to sit closer to the fire. “Oh, you don’t know James then. He feels no remorse about anything. He can be a really sweet and caring dude, but if you cross him, no matter how small, he will turn on you in an instant.”

“Sounds like a character.” You giggle, leaning your head against Thomas’ shoulder, pulling one of the blankets sprawled along the deck up to you. “That’s one way of putting it.” He chuckles, pulling you closer to him, the heat from his body almost as warm as the fire itself. “Let’s just forget about everyone else for right now, hm? It’s just you and me, together right h-”

A sudden chorus of shouts and whoops shoot off from the ground below, cutting Thomas off instantly.

“You, me, and the wondrous drunks that stumble our way.” You sigh, peering over the railing to see how much havoc was being brought upon the apartment’s garden. “What the hell…” Thomas growls, his temper clearly rising as he too looms over the side of the railing, taking in the sight of guys below.

“THEy’ll tEll tHe sTorY of tOniG*hic*ht.” The four men below sing in an off key manner at the tops of their lungs, their arms lazily thrown across each other’s shoulders for support and moral. “Of course, of course it’s fucking Hamilton that’s the one to ruin this.” Thomas spits under his breath, his foot tapping impatiently against the bottom of the steel railing. “He didn’t ruin this, you ass.” You comfort, brushing your thumb against his rough cheek and planting a delicate kiss on it.

“Hey, it’s the Wicked Magenta Witch of Virginia!” A familiar voice yells from the garden, earning slurred responses from his buddies. “Dude, don’t say that!” The curly haired guy next to Alex hisses loudly, sluggishly slapping him in the arm. “He’s obviously a warlock! I mean, what other *hic* magical being could make their hair look like that?” “Yeah, J-Joh-John’s right, Alex. If you’re gunna c-call somebody out, so it properly.” The third joins in, his beanie almost pulled over his eyes. The fourth guy, standing much taller than the rest, states up at Thomas, completely still, before spewing off fluent French, obviously insulting him with what French you remember from high school.

You knew where this was going the moment you heard “bastard” slip from the Frenchman, so you leaned down onto the edge of the railing, and admired your boyfriend and his talent with sharing his loud mouthed nature with others.

*

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It’s almost as if you could see him again, jiggling the front doorknob and opening the door quietly. A smile didn’t form upon your lips like they used to when he arrived home, but instead stayed in a thin, straight line, and your glassy eyes glued to the window, the softening light from outside gently becoming fainter.

“Hello, Y/N.” The silhouette calls from the doorway, a low laugh hidden in their voice. “You did it, I know you did.” You automatically spit, tears welling in your eyes, but still refusing to acknowledge the intruder. “You shouldn’t go off accusing people of things, Y/N. It could lead you into a world of hurt.” The figure pauses for a moment, a devilish smirk rising on their lips. “But then again, associating yourself with that man already gave you a one way ticket to Hell, now didn’t it?”

“You did it. You wormed you’re way out of it somehow, but you did it.” You seethe, the fresh batch of tears from earlier now streaking down your cheeks silently. The figures freezes in their place, their eyes trained onto you.

“Yes, Y/N, I’m the one that killed Thomas.”

anonymous asked:

Okay, so I'm still heartbroken and angry and so goddamn disappointed in that absolute mess of an episode...but I still have a tiny bit of hope because THINGS JUST DO NOT MAKE SENSE. I just wanted to bring something to your attention: "The Final Problem". During the Reichenbach scene, Sherlock and Moriarty call it the "final problem" when discussing Sherlock's fake suicide. So is this the creators' way of saying they're only pretending to kill the show? Idk, just a theory.

Any theory’s as good as any! I honestly have no idea, anon, but you could be onto something.

anonymous asked:

I'm writing a story about a boy with ADHD who falls inlove with a quite girl obsessed with the stars? Idk it sounds stupid maybe but have you got any ideas that might help? Thanks heaps I love you also practically number one fan

I had a little sob at the last sentence, you cutie! There’s a fun fact: I’m a very emotional person, yes, I have cried at some of your kind words and cute storylines before… It’s embarrassing really. Also none of your asks are stupid, I’m probably the dumbest, most clumsy person you could ever experience, so nothing you say is stupid to me!

Okay well your idea about your characters love of stars is gorgeous. I feel as though she’d randomly blurt things out like “Exactly what a Pisces would say.” or “Can you stop being such a Gemini about all this?!” in mid conversation. I don’t even know if you mean star/zodiac signs or astronomy in general, I just got distracted by excitement…Anyway, let’s see what we got!

My first thought was that the boy would make it fairly obvious that he’s in love with the girl and she (being quiet) found it awkward and embarrassing. So apart from that I have a few other ideas, but if none jump out, don’t worry:

  • Him first seeing her at a library, because he has a tutor, but he always gets distracted by her, making him late for the session.
  • Her being particularly engrossed in her astronomy books and him asking what she was reading, without being interested at all. 
  • Them meeting at a meteor-shower sighting that his parents forced him to go to: “Did your parents drag you along too?” “Um, what? No, I love these sightings they’re really rare and only happen-” “Geek. I like you.”

I’m imagining her as Luna Lovegood, if you couldn’t tell. I love the quirky-ness of her being obsessed over something so distant from her. Maybe it was her escape? I also find that the boy could have a very intricate character, being somewhat hyper and constantly asking questions. He’s probably changed topics and forgotten what he’d asked by the time she finishes explaining it. I think your characters could have a very intricate relationship from what you’ve given me about each of your characters. They seem almost as though they’re already so in love. They seem like the couple to always argue over small things, but he always gives in and let’s her have the last Krispy Kreme donut or something. Maybe your problem could be that he loves her too much? Let’s her get away with too much? I don’t know! I remember telling people to not overthink things, so I’ll tell you as well: Don’t overthink it. You have a gorgeous idea going and you have so much for each of these characters with even the smallest of characteristics, just keep at it. This really wasn’t much help, was it… Good luck anyhow! Lots of love and probable apologies, from Yasmine xox

anonymous asked:

Sawyer

Sawyer @accio-sawyer @actually-hermione-granger

Sawyer is probably one of my favorite people ever. How do I even begin to compliment this beautiful, smart, creative, talented, warm, clever girl? She’s the person who you hear singing in the bathroom and assume she’s shy, but then you see her up on stage, where she looks so at home, and you wonder why you ever thought that. She’s the one you could spend hours with, jamming along to some Disney music and taking small snack breaks in between. She’s the person who doesn’t always see how incredibly brilliant she is. She’s someone who doesn’t have as much confidence as she should, but that’s okay because it’s a process and she has so many people who love her and are willing to be there to build her up as she gets there. She’s someone who thinks of ideas and wants to get them done, but will making procrastinating such a fun thing you’ll hardly even notice. She’s got a stunning smile that makes you feel comfortable, and she makes puns that will never get old. She’s 15 but somehow she still has moments where she’s wiser than someone her age normally is, and she has a way with words. She’s the person I would like to wrap up in a blanket and cuddle while watching musicals. She’s a wonderful person that I’m very grateful for, and I make sure she knows that.

anonymous asked:

So, the idea that the in-story media is being viewed by a character was a bit of a revelation to me, and I continue to have a great many feelings about Viktor reading the happy secret relationship fluff as wish fulfilment, very sadly. And this is so very, very not okay (no confirmation/denial anticipated; I just wanted to acknowledge the pain). Thank you for telling me such a beautiful story. 💙💜

Yeah, the in-story media was very much supposed to be not only a look into how the outside world viewed the events of the fic but also the kind of things the characters in the fic actually saw written about themselves/others and how it influenced them. 

Thank you so much for enjoying the story!

o0jaywolf0o  asked:

i REALLY love the idea of your AU! hmm.. are you going to make a comic on it, or a book, or..? maybe none? i'd love to know, the characters look pretty interesting!

Okay I wanna say a few things. I’ve been wanting to do comics for a while but I’m not really good at drawing them or keeping to a schedule. 

I have only one fully developed AU but I keep most of the info to myself so not many people know about it o3o. 

For my android AU, I was going to do comics but I decided just to use it for roleplays (actually trying to multitask on two rps right now ;u;). 

For Slushtale, I gave up on the comic and decided to stick to just writing. 

For UNF, I’m actually doing a comic right now and it’s going well right now (yet I feel sorry for Marble cuz I keep putting off the pages ._. I’d do the next two soon though). 

For UnderChasm, yes, I’m planning to do a comic since I know a lot about Terraria and related to it so I already got some of the plot planning out.

So? Maybe…

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“Umm I’m not sure why we had to dress up.” 

“It’s all part of the experience baby.”

 “Well okay, just seems sort of needless since we’re just going to take it off.” 

“You know it’d be nice if for once you’d commit to these ideas fully without poking holes in things with your level five buzzkill logic.” 

“I’m in a damn space suit in July what more do you want from me?” 

“Well I suppose someone does have to keep a man on the ground lest his dreams become nightmares… alright I suppose you are acceptable. Let’s shove off!” 

So can we like…start normalizing the idea that not everyone dates or has their first boyfriend/girlfriend in junior high or high school?

There are plenty of people who go into college with little to no dating experience. There are tons of people who go into college having not had their first kiss yet. It’s not wrong; everyone experiences things at a different pace, and that’s okay. Don’t feel pressured into doing things you’re not comfortable with at the time just because you feel like you have to fill some sort of “quota.”

How to Tell Your Friend That You Need a Break From Supporting Them

When I worked at a mental health crisis centre, I couldn’t believe how many people came to us, not because of their own problems, but because they were so lost in a friend’s pain that they couldn’t take it anymore. I saw a lot of people who were so worn down from helping someone else that they couldn’t sleep, eat, socialize or focus at work or school. They were consumed with guilt every time they put down their phones, went to sleep, or dared to enjoy themselves and have a good time. All because they had no idea how to set boundaries. 

Helping your friends through a tough situation is a wonderful and noble thing to do, but it only works if you’re mentally in a place to do so. If you’re dealing with issues or mental illness of your own, you’re not always capable of being someone else’s shoulder to cry on 24/7. And that’s okay. Sometimes, you have to put yourself first. You can’t help someone else if you’re a mess yourself. You can’t save a drowning person with a sinking ship. 

Telling a friend that you’re overwhelmed and you need a break is one of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do. Honesty is the best policy - don’t go radio silent on them, or avoid answering their messages. Be honest about how you’re feeling, and what you need from them. If you’re stuck on what to say and how to start the conversation, here are a few suggestions. Feel free to copy them exactly:

It’s really hard for me to admit this, but I’ve been feeling like I’m on the verge of a breakdown lately. I love you and I care about you, but I need to take some time to take care of myself for a while. 

I’m really concerned about you, but I honestly don’t know how to deal with this and I’m worried I’ll say the wrong thing. I really think that you should talk to a professional about this. 

This is hard for me to admit, but I have a lot going on in my life right now, and it’s getting to be too much for me. Would it be okay if we talked about lighter stuff for the next little while?

You deserve more support than I can give you. I think you need to tell a close family member or professional about what’s going on. 

It seems like every time we talk about this, things are worse for you. I’m worried that my advice isn’t helping you at all, and I think you should talk to someone more qualified than me. 

I’m really worried for your safety, and it breaks my heart, but I can’t keep you safe all by myself. Would it be okay if we told someone else what was going on? 

I’m sorry, but I can’t answer my text messages 24 hours per day. I really want to make sure that you always have someone to turn to if I’m not available. Are there some other people you would trust with this? I can help you tell them, if you’re not comfortable doing it by yourself. 

I hope these suggestions are helpful - best of luck to all of you, and make sure to put your own mental health first when you have to. 

if you’re a woman who’s attracted to women but you can’t see yourself marrying one, know that that feeling is so common and very often temporary. this is not to say that i know you better than you know yourself; maybe you just don’t want to get married and that’s ok. but very few women have grown up with the idea that they could marry another woman, and it’s hard to picture something for yourself that you’ve so rarely seen!

i couldn’t see myself marrying a woman for a long time, but i did and it’s the best thing i’ve ever done and the many messages i get telling me my blog has helped people picture themselves marrying other women tell me i’m not alone. know that whatever you end up wanting is okay, but don’t stress if there’s some aspect of loving women that doesn’t come to you with perfect ease. in a way we’re forging new cultural territory here. it’s only natural to feel a little lost without a map.

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I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.

Dress (Sugar daddy!Calum smut)

Summary: You wear a dress guaranteed to send Calum up the wall (okay pls I can’t do summaries but it’s sugar daddy and they fuck and ahhHH hot stuff!)

Word Count: 4.8k (SO LONG OH MY GOD)

Warnings: There’s three sections of smut! Yes, three! Also daddy kink and bondage ;)

A/N: Jfc you have no idea how much effort I’ve put into this! I really hope you like it, I think it’s pretty good, if I do say so myself <3

Originally posted by cashtonkinks

For my CEO!5sos blurb night with @felicityash and @pretendtobepunkrock!

Crisp shirts. Sparkling cufflinks. Neat sheets. 

Just some of the many things that spring to mind when you think of him. 

Calum Hood, CEO of Hood Incorporations, hasn’t left your mind ever since you met to discuss a partnership deal. Your father owns a business similar to Calum’s and you, his devoted daughter, handle some of the more day-to-day tasks, including meeting with the extremely attractive business partner.

From the start you knew Calum was different. Maybe it was the elegance in which he operated, the silky smoothness embedded in his voice. 

Or, perhaps, it was the fact that he’d had you spread across his desk within ten minutes of your first encounter. 

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okay so this post is wrong but what the heck it’s a Tumblr post, right, it’s mostly a joke, only it’s so perfectly echoing an idea I’ve seen elsewhere too, from actual paid critics and academic critiques, that Hugo “wasn’t writing for emotional teenagers”, that he’d be horrified by fandom, that he was too High and Erudite for the likes of  screaming theater kids and emotional teenagers

y’all. Y’all. 

Victor Hugo knew what fandom was.  And he absolutely LOVED it. 

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The fourth entry I think (?) of The Christmas with OTP series!!

Okay, I will finally draw the request that’s been sitting in my inbox for a while!;;; You have such great ideas honestly, I don’t know what to say ^^ 

Please keep them coming! I appreciate it <3

Next comic : RHINK !!!

A wet dream

So we were doing a one off session jas a couple of us were missing. There were four of us; The DM, a rouge, a sorcerer and a cleric. The basics were that they had been put into a dream and had to fight a Dragon. They had a couple of rounds with little damage to the Dragon; then this happened:

Sorcerer: Can i seduce the Dragon?
DM: You can try, but you have to roll higher than its charisma.
*sorcerer rolls successfully, DM collapses with laughter for a solid minute, as does everyone*
Cleric: Looks like this is about to become a wet dream
DM: *through his laughter* okay so.. as you give the Dragon a cheeky wink it looks at you, you begin speaking draconic; bearing in mind nobody has any idea what you’re saying. The Dragon suddenly picks you up and you call out to the others that it’s fine and you don’t need help. A few hours later they find you covering yourself with a leaf, with a very satisfied Dragon next to you.