i have such a thing for girls with tattoos

I don’t want to stay alive to get an education, or to be clever, or to get lots of money and spend it on lots of things. I don’t want to stay alive to drive a shiny car and get an A+ on my exam paper. I don’t want to stay alive to become famous or successful and have the whole world know my name.
I want to stay alive to fall in love, to have sex, to kiss another girl, to see things and take pictures. I want to stay alive to spend time with my family, to find new people and learn to love them. I want to stay alive to get scars and marks and tans and tattoos of memories, of places I’ve been and people I’ve met.
I want to stay alive to live.
I don’t want to stay alive to live that platonic life society built up for me. I’d rather die, and I have the scars to prove it.

tattoo artist!jeongguk

a/n: bc ive always thought jeongguk would make an excellent tattoo artist. (also i’ve remade and i’m reposting this on my new blog as the first addition!)

“____, please? I need you to hold my hand, I can’t do this without you,” your best friend pleaded, eyes wide and unblinking and you felt yourself wavering at his terror-filled gaze. You groaned internally as you stared him down, knowing that you would always give in to him.

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She brightens up my world in a way I never thought was possible. Genuine, unconditional love is what I have for this tiny being. She has added so much joy to my happiness and I don’t know how I was living before her life intertwined with mine…and it doesn’t matter because now I live for us. This is a true forever thing, I’m forever grateful.

FUTURE HEARTS | PT.1 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (ongoing)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, angst, punk!jungkook

word Count: 14,241

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook. 

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana”

cr.


The icy breeze whipped across your face as you started your approach towards the building. The speed of your heart was increasing with every step, your legs began to weigh you down like lead, and your breathing became harsh and ragged. Nerves were infecting your body, intensifying as you finally reached the automatic doors. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath before finally stepping forward. The doors opened for you, and the bustling Busan train station was revealed.

Noises echoed in every direction, you watched as people quickly rushed towards their trains, and you suddenly figured that you should do the same. You shook away your wonder as you started to go through bag check, but your eyes still managed to drift around the building that you remembered all too well.

It was quieter back then, or maybe it wasn’t. You might’ve just been so numbed by all of the pain you were feeling that you couldn’t sense anything else. Your eyes glided across the path that had been etched into your mind for the past year and a half.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I love you so much. I really fucking do.”

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Roosterteeth

One thing about the company Roosterteeth that makes me super happy is the diverstiy in body image throughout their casts and crew. And nobody is shamed or looked down on for not being society’s idea of normal.

You’ve got people like Blaine, Aaron, James, Bruce, and Alan who are all in really good condition, physically fit, and workout often. And then you have the guys and gals who have recently started to improve themselves like Michael, Ryan, Meg, Josh, and Zach. And nobody told them to do it, they did it for themselves. Burnie talked a lot about his process to lose weight,and did a damn good job of it. Look at him five or six years ago as opposed to now. Goddamn. Hell, three of the five I’ve mentioned made a show about it, and happily encourage others advice and support if the community wants to work alongside them.

Not all of Roosterteeth is fit though. Obviously, not everyone wants to be super toned, drink protein and watch their carb intake. (Not that any of that is bad, I do it myself.) There’s a huge array of body types at RT. Many of them are happy with who they are, comfortable in their own bodies, and are proud of themselves. Sure, Jack gets lots of shit for his weight, but he takes it stride, and laughs and jokes about it himself. That man is the living embodiment of sunshine, large or not. Don’t forget Lindsay, who takes more than her fair share of insults about her weight and looks. But she’s one of the nicest and happiest people I’ve ever seen in camera. And as I mentioned before, Zach Anner, a disabled man has incredible self worth. Incredible. He takes his disability in stride. And still seeks to improve himself.

Nobody at RT is the same. Every single person is unique. Several of the people at RT have awesome hair colors, tattoos (looking at you Geoff), or differing seuxalities than their peers. And they’ve never shown anything but support for their fanbase regarding those things.

Got tattoos? Great. No tattoos? Awesome. Red hair? Green hair? Pink Hair? No hair? Perfect, get to work. Like girls? Boys? Both? None? Cool, come watch this new video we put out. Thin? Not thin? Muscular? Come help set up this new stunt that Blaine’s gonna get naked in.

Nobody is made fun of because of their weight, ability to workout, or lack thereof, hair color, or sexuality. At the company or in in the community. Are there people in the community that are assholes? Absolutely. But these people I watch nearly every day of my life have taught me a lesson. You can look however you want. Be whomever you want. And be happy with yourself.

And I have to thank the Roosterteeth company for teaching me not to hate the fact that I’m not perfect. That with a little bit of work, I can be who I want to be, or just even just be me.

When I think of him, I think of warm bed sheets tangled in a maze on our bodies and the taste of cigarettes that lingered on his lips when we kissed. I remember I had a habit of tracing my fingers on the crevices of his body, lingering at certain tattoos and scars that may have defined the history of him. Looking back, I realize I hadn’t asked too many questions. I simply accepted his presence, like welcoming the dark night at the end of the day because it simply was supposed to be that way. I didn’t feel the need to probe and he never made me wonder. For all the mystery of him, he never evoked a curiosity in me. And that made me realize, there are just some people you love for who they are, because changing them would take the beauty of them away, like chipping off pieces of a glass window. You never ruin art.

That first night, I wanted to be different, to be someone else, someone besides that prim girl with a tight chignon and an equally tight impression. I wanted to be free and light and raw. I wore my hair down, like a cascading stream of gold, as if by doing so would loosen me up. But two minutes into that rave, I felt like an outsider, a lost puppy amidst the sea of people whose bodies were so used to alcohol and the smell of smoke. Looking down at that bottle of beer in my hand I contemplated my exit options when I felt someone’s eyes on me. I looked up and there he was, so disheveled and rugged and everything that screamed danger even at a distance. He had those piercing blue eyes and that smirk that made you think of libertines and rakes and Casanovas. He stopped a few inches from me and grasped a few strands of my hair between his fingers leisurely, as if he had all the time in world, and said,

“I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful – a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.”

God, I fell so hard for that boy. His music collection contained of ear splitting music and unintelligible screams, but he had a corner bookstand full of John Keats and Robert Frost. He had a body that spoke of every nuance of strength yet he loved mine with a gentle passion and a fragile hold. I held him tight, afraid that he was going to slip from my fingers. At night I laid in his chest and felt every beat of his heart and every air he expelled. I loved him in fear of losing him. Every minute was tattooed in every tiny space of my young heart. I took all of him and held it in. I guess even then, I knew. A soul like that was never meant to be held for long. He had a gypsy spirit and even my innocent devotion and the gentle gaze of my love couldn’t make him stay.

So I let him go.

As gently as I loved him, I gently let him go. He slipped away in the middle of the night but not before he fluttered a single soft kiss on my forehead. I willed my eyes shut close and when I heard the soft lock of the door I broke down and let the tears fall.

When I think of him, I think of the musky smell of sweat-stained sheets, of ashes of cigarettes on the floor, of a hard body and a soft heart. I think of silent nights with nothing but the whisper of his breath. I think of the boy who loved poetry, who spoke those words in random, during moments when you least expect them. Even now, sometimes I would wake up and as soon as I open my eyes, I would remember the way his brown hair glinted under the morning sun, and how the first thing I would see is that tattoo at the back of his ear. I miss the way my hand would reach out and hold him closer, and how he would stir and hold me tighter.

Most of all, I miss that flutter of a kiss he left when he slipped into the night, leaving only a shadow of his beautiful soul for me to grasp.

I wonder how he is. Sometimes I see him tangled with another girl in different sheets, in a different place. Would he have loved her more? Would he touch her differently? Yet there are times that I would imagine him sitting down with a copy of “Poems 1817” on his lap and maybe he would skim by the page of “La Belle Dame Sans Merci” and think of me…

—  i loved him in fear of losing him, and alas, I did // Stories Series | Genefe Navilon
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Kick-Ass Chicks: Jasmine Wright

Paving her way through the mostly male dominated tattoo industry is bad-ass tattoo artist and San Diego native, Jasmine Wright. Her insane tattoos may have been the first thing to catch our attention, but her “anti Pinterest” style and no excuses attitude had us itching to know more about her. We had the chance sit down with Jasmine in her downtown San Diego studio and watch her work some serious magic while chatting about tattoos, life choices, and shrimp brokering.

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Potty Mouth - Jason Todd

Prompt: From promptsfordays: “Soulmate AU where your tattoo shows the first thing your soulmate thought when they saw you (Example: “dear lord I want his babies”, “FANFICTION BLUE EYES”, “i have to think something sexy at them. oh wait did that count. thats so embarassing they better not be my soulmate.”, and “leARN TO USE A TURN SIGNAL, MOTHERHUGGER” )” with Jaybird (what the actual tattoos are is up to you lol)

Every little girl dreams of the day that her soulmate mark shows up on her. Your mark turned up just a few days after your sixteenth birthday. It appeared bold and brash in clear view on your forearm. It would have been an exciting moment had it not been for what was written on your arm.

You’re arm read: ‘Fucking shithead! Get back here you cock sucking motherfucker!’

Growing up in a fairly conservative family, you knew they wouldn’t take this development lightly. What exactly did this say about your soulmate in your family’s eyes?

“[Y/M/L] what on heaven’s earth is that on your arm?” Your mother chastised when she saw the hint of ink peeking out from your sleeve. You attempted to cover up your arm with your sleeve but she caught your hand and pushed the fabric up to expose the words. You had never seen your mother so close to having a brain aneurysm.

“You march right upstairs and wash that vulgarity off of your arm. You shouldn’t deface your body like that young lady. Your skin is for your soulmark and nothing else. Go wash it off. Now.” She commanded.

“This is my soulmark mother.” You confessed. She pursed her lips together and the muscles on her jaw twitched. She didn’t have a response for you and had to drop the subject and turn away to leave the room before she said something that she might regret.

While all your friends met their soulmates in high school or in their early college years, you were well into your twenties before you came across him.

You had just moved to Gotham city for your job and you were walking home from work one night when man roughly bumped into you from behind. You stumbled forward and in the confusion the man snatched your purse from your arms and sprinted off down the street.

“My purse!” You cried out. You were at a loss for what to do. You knew you probably shouldn’t chase after him, he might kill you after all, but at the same time practically your entire life was in that purse. Your phone, your cards, that nice tube of your favorite rouge lipstick that you definitely overpaid for. Luckily for you an intimidating knight in shining armor chased after the thief.

“Fucking shithead! Get back here you cock sucking motherfucker!” He seethed, sprinting after him. The thief looked back and saw your hero and immediately dropped your purse when seeing just how much larger your savior was than him. “That’s right you fucking run! Don’t let me fucking see you in my neighborhood again!” He called after the thief’s retreating form. He bent down, picked up your purse from the sidewalk and calmly walked back towards you.

This was the first time that you were able to get a clear look at the man who’s to be your soulmate. He was tall and absolutely gorgeous. He had this very intimidating look about him but when he looked at you, you felt absolutely safe. When you were standing side by side, you found yourself having to look up at him.

He offered you your purse back and you took it gratefully.

“Thank you so much! How can I ever repay you?” You asked.

“Will your name and a date do?” He asked.

“I’m sure I can manage that.” You laughed. “[Y/N].” You introduced yourself.

“Jason. That’s uh … quite a lot of dirty words you have on your arm there.” He chuckled sheepishly, eying the string of expletives inked on your arm.

“No shit.” You replied sarcastically. He let out a full booming laugh and patted your head gently.

“I think we’re going to get along just fine, doll.”

Ain’t no prince waiting for me

Soulmate AU
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Summary: In spite of her tattoo, Y/N Y/L/N has given up this soulmate thing. She simply doesn’t believe it, she’s convinced that she’s doomed to never find her true love. But will an unfortunate event change that?

Warning: Eddie’s still alive!! He’s not going to die in my AU either;))

A/N: OK, so I have always wanted to do a soulmate-AU, I simply find the clichés adorable! In this one, the soulmate thing is the partner’s first words the first time they meet each other, but hey! If you liked this, and want m to make another soulmate-imagine, send me your idea! Enjoy:))

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“I’m telling you, Blaise, I just don’t believe in it!” Y/N was yet again arguing with her best friend about the idiotic soulmate thing. 
“How can you not believe in it? This is how life works, how God have made it easier for us to find one another!” It was almost pointless to continue. The two had two completely different ideologies. Blaise: the girl who believed in fate, in God, in the stupid tattoos. And then there was Y/N: the one that believed in science, in random happenings and that were convinced she would die alone.

“You will never understand, B, I will never have what you and Hunter have,” this provoked Blaise, how could her almost perfect, best friend think so little of herself?
“Of course you will, your wrist is proof of that, now stop the bullshit talk, Y/N,” her tone short and sharp. 
“But Blaise, I swear I’m cursed or something! My younger siblings have met their partners, my whole family has always found their soulmates at a young age. All of my friends have their partners, heck you and Hunter have a kid, Blaise!”

“You’re not cursed, Y/N,”
“Just look at this Blaise, it’s pure evil, my tattoo says ‘wow’! That can be anyone, it can be a creep, a jackass, it can be any guy on the planet!”
“You need to stop being so pessimistic, Y/N, it doesn’t suit you,” Blaise kept her mouth in a thin line.
“The complex is weird and unnatural,”
“You can’t just say that!”
“Watch me!” Y/N challenged, and shouted at the top of her lungs, which made Blaise just want to disappear. So she dragged her friend through the park.
“Don’t wake Amos, Y/N,” she excused, and their discussion stopped there, the next talking-topic being how Y/N was doing at work.


“It’s so cool,”
“It’s not that cool, Cisco,” Barry chuckled. His friend, teammate, and colleague had not stopped looking at his wrist in awe.
“But it is! I mean, come on! The damsel falling in love with her hero – it’s a classic!” Cisco referred to the words ‘Holy crap, it’s him!’
“You know, it can also just be a girl that doesn’t like me or something, or-“
“Nope, this right here, my man, is a line said in adoration,” Cisco patted Barry’s back, and they went back to their work. 


Y/N sat on the Haydens’ couch as her friend walked around her apartment.
“He gets to bed at-”
“Seven, you know Blaise, I have babysitted Seany before, I know the drill: Dinner’s at 5, so that’s out of the way, if he’s hungry I can give him some fruits, bedtime’s at seven, but it’s no crisis if it gets closer to eight, and there’s food for me in the fridge for me to take whenever I want. I’m not the teenager neighbor you had to book last minute, B,” It was Blaise and Hunter’s date night, and as usual Y/N was there to babysit ‘lil Sean.

“Of course, of course! I’m so sorry, just a bit nervous,” Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend, this was what happened each time, and Blaise would always start excusing herself for not 'trusting you enough’. This time, the difference was that Y/N managed to make that part take less time, and she pushed her almost hyperventilating best friend out the door to her husband.

“…And the Flash saves the day yet again,” Y/N closed her laptop and looked over to the other end of the couch, where the Flash’s biggest fan of the age of 3 laid with a clear view to her feet.
“Kiddo, that was the last article, sorry bud,”
“Have you checked Iris West?” What that still amazed Y/N about Sean, was that in spite of his lack of abilities when it came to naming the alphabet, and counting to fifteen like the other kids, he had this huge interest in The Flash – which made him speak of certain journalists as if he knew them.
“We just read Iris West, Seany, I’m sorry,“

“What does yours say, aunty Y/N?” Sean looked at her wrist, which Y/N huffed at. 'What is it with this world? Why are everyone so eager on those stupid tattoos?’ But she pulled herself together and forced a smile.
"You see, Sean, aunt Y/N isn’t as lucky as all the other ones, her tattoo doesn’t work,”
“It doesn’t?” The little boy looked up at her with big, worried eyes, which by some way made Y/N feel bad for him.
“No, but I’m sure yours work! Mommy’s and daddy’s worked, I’m just a bit less lucky,”

“Do you think the Flash has a tattoo?” Sean asks, which make Y/N laugh – if those words had come out of any other’s mouth, she would have rolled her eyes.
“I believe so, yes,”
“You are very pretty, aunty Y/N,” right there was one of the many reasons Y/N loved Sean. Sure, he wasn’t the best at keeping a conversation – that boy was more distracting than any kid Y/n had ever met. But in the end, Sean was this great, funny, bubbly guy that Y/N loved hanging out with.
“Thank you, that was a very nice thing to say, you’re very handsome as well," 
"What if Flash is your soulmate?” Y/N almost choked, but before she could say anything, Sean continued: “Or maybe Patrick, he’s very cool, he works with the big kids,” exhaling, Y/N was relieved her little random, darling duckling was back.


The all too familiar sound of metal meeting glass rang through the room, and so Barry tried his best at not sinking deep into his chair.
“I would like to make a toast…” It was his beautiful best friend, Iris, and her fiancé Eddie’s engagement party, and even though he couldn’t be more happy for the two, he couldn’t shake off the sad feeling in his heart. His parents, his friends – it even seemed like the little kids that were running around had found their partners for life. Barry couldn’t take one step anywhere, without being reminded that he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. 

“You know, I met my mate at the age of 13,” the drunk next to Barry stated.
“I heard the most regular age to meet is between 9 and 23,” Was it Eddie’s cousin that said that?
“How 'bout you, Terry? Found the love of your life yet?” 'How did I even end up here?’ Barry smiled at the old man.
“No, but I-”
“Gary! His name is Gary, grandpa!" 
"I’ll just go and find Iris,” Barry enlightened to the little party, and then left to do just so.

“Barry! Hey, I haven’t seen you at all tonight!” Iris had clearly gotten a few glasses, but when she saw right through the fake smile of Barry Allen, her tipsy state disappeared right away. 
“Uhm, babe, I’ll just go get more ice,” once Eddie had given his wife-to-be a kiss in acknowledgment, the two best friends found their way to the porch.

Iris had a feeling what had caused barry’s light frown but had let him talk out about it anyway. 
“Barry, you’re going to be fine. Look, I’m sure your girl’s just right around the corner, whomever up there would be a real ass if she’s not,” her last comment made Barry smile.
“Yeah, of course,” he nodded, regretting that he’d taken his best friend out of her own engagement party.


It wasn’t an everyday thing for Y/N Y/L/N to go to Tiffany’s to eat her breakfast. Thing is, she always had a wish to do so – let her inner Audrey Hepburn shine. So today, she could happily cross it off her bucket list. What she hadn’t thought of though, was Central City being a slightly criminal city, with many jewelry-loving evil metahumans. So in her little black dress, matching gloves, big dark sunglasses and pearl necklace, Y/N witnessed the first robbery in her life. It will be fine, Y/N. What’s the odds of anyone coming and ripping off your grandmother’s pearls in the middle of the streets? Oh God, what have I ever done to deserve this?’ Y/N thought of her earlier words to herself, almost shaking by the thought of the scene she frightened happening.

She waited for the alarm that never came and looked around herself. One babysitter strolling with a toddler, a man in a suit, and herself – that meant two witnesses if anything happened. When the nanny and the businessman soon disappeared, Y/N decided to try her breakfast at Tiffany’s another time. 'Time to use those ninja-skills you brag about to Sean,’
“Oh hello,” A not-too-friendly voice spoke up behind her. 'Oh merde,' 

Deciding to pretend she hadn’t heard him, Y/N sped up her pace, walking as fast as a girl in heels could. Suddenly she felt her necklace get pulled backward so hard she got troubles breathing, making her whole body follow.
“That’s some lovely piece of woman your jewelry got there,” that must have been the lamest, creepiest pick-up line Y/N had ever heard. With no one in sight, she tried her best to distract his attention away from robbing her. But instead of saying: “The pearls were my grandmothers”, whimpers escaped her lips.
“Flash,” the meta behind her seemed both tense and annoyed. If she could, Y/N would have breathed out in relief, but that being difficult, she tried her best just breathing normally.


Usually, when Barry went into Flash-mode, he didn’t notice the ones around him that weren’t in danger. His eyes were on the metas, and the metas only, so when he was done defeating the telekinesis, had sped him off to the old particle accelerator, his next task was at hand: Double check on the wounded. Though when he did came back, there weren’t many people at the crime-scene.
“Wow…” Barry said quietly, taking in the rich girl’s appearance. Her hair was sat up in a weird, kind of snobbish way, but that suited her in a way. And her lips! Her beautiful, pink lips, parted a bit because of the shock probably. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the color of her, most likely, stunning eyes. The pearls were placed against her collarbones perfectly, and along with the black dress she looked very put together: Very higher-class: Very not the kind of people Barry hung out with – or were in his league.

At that same time, Y/N had just thawed from her frozen state: It was actually the Flash. He was in front of her. And before she could stop herself, the words spilled form her lips:
“Holy shit it’s him,” All she could think about was the face behind the mask. Would his smile match the warm, green and kind eyes? Would his personality do as well? Would he be a stuck up jerk, or the nicest guy possible? She wanted to see him, the real hero under the suit. Though just when she saw a blurred picture of him opening his mouth, Y/N lost control of her now numb body, and passed out.


“Now that’s one fine looking lady you got there, Bar,” Joe said, looking over to the other room at the rich girl. 
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” Cisco sucked on his lollypop while following Joe’s gaze. She’d been unconscious for about an hour, and Barry still hadn’t moved his attention from the sleeping beauty.
“Yeah…” He had answered, hoping for just that.

Y/N had found out, the hard way, that it was a terrible thing to pass out. Not only the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to see for seconds before she lost it, but also losing control of her legs. When she heard unfamiliar voices around her, Y/N decided it was for the best not to open her eyes completely just yet.
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” 'Oh dear God. I’m in my Holly-costume,“
"Yeah…” 'This honestly can’t get worse’Y/N kept thinking about the endless choices of near futures she had. Her rescuers could be kidnappers. The kidnappers could jury her in many ways, and considering her choice of outfit, robbery didn’t seem impossible. 'Oh please God almighty, please say they’re not rapists!’
"Hey, is it normal for unconscious people to have nightmares?” 'Crap, Blaise was right, I really need to work on my poker face! God dammit Y/N!’ Deciding her little act didn’t hold, Y/N opened her eyes, the first thing she saw being a wrist with black ink.

“Wow…” That was the second time that day. Barry just couldn’t stop himself, her eyes… They were the absolute perfect shade of Y/E/C. 
“Shit,” the stranger girl’s words were almost impossible to catch, but Barry did, and saw her eyes glued on his tattoo. His eyebrows furrowed, what was she doing? But once their eyes locked for what had to be the third time that day, he understood.
“It’s you,” he stated. His soulmate nodded.
“I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,” She whispered, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Barry Allen,” at that he closed the gap. They kissed. Her on the bed, and him hovering over her. It didn’t take may minutes before Cisco made a big deal out of it.
“I told you, man!” He outed right after a wolf whistle. And the happy couple smiled. They had finally found each other. After all that time.

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A/N: The hard part of writing such clichés as a soulmate imagine, is that it’s almost impossible to write good! SO I hope the cuteness (hopefully there’s some cuteness in here…) made up for the bad writing and crappy ending:))

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A colorful cutie done in watercolors ✌I have noticed I hardly paint blonde hair into my girls and also colorful tattoos should be a thing to add more often as well.
I hope you are all having a good week and keep on fighting!
#instaartist #instaart #alien #alienbabe #alienaesthetic #space #spacebabe #girlswithtattoos #rainbow #rainbowbaby #curvy #plussize #marshmallowgirl #cutie

Flirty Christian Yu

Request from Anonymous:  Hi! First of all, I love your account! Can I please request a Christian Yu scenario where Jay is the readers bestfriend & helps her make Christian jealous because he’s been ignoring her or spending more time with other female celebrities lately, please?! Sorry, if its really specific, I just love Jay & Christian!!

I hope you like it :D 

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You were sitting at AOMG’s office waiting for your boyfriend, Christian to finish his meeting with Jay. The two of them were discussing plans for a music video. You met Christian through Jay since Jay is one of your best friends. It didn’t take you long to fall head over heels for Christian. He is very charismatic and friendly. So sometimes that part of him flirts with other girls and he doesn’t even realise it. Most of the times it doesn’t bother you, but there are days when it does. Obviously. He’s your boyfriend and seeing him doing his harmless flirting makes your blood boil. Because let’s face, there are prettier girls out there. Who’s to say he won’t find someone better than you. 

“Babe, we won’t be too long. Jay is having a little trouble understanding my concept,” Christian said as he poked his head out of the room. You simply nodded and continued scrolling through your Instagram feed not before hearing Jay’s voice, “I’m not slow. Your boyfriend doesn’t understand my VISION”. 

One hour later and Jay emerged from the room. “Ah, what do you see in him besides his big arms, tattoos and that accent. He doesn’t get what I want”. You watched Jay sat down across from you, and putting his feet on the glass table. You asked, “what were you two having trouble about?” Jay sighed and took off him cap. “I want to shoot the mv in black and white but your boy wants to it in colour”. You laughed. They always argue about the silliest things. You asked Jay, “What is my boy doing in there, Jay?” He replied, “He’s on the phone with someone. A girl. I saw the contact photo. Should I be worried, [Y/N]?” You shook your head. “If I’m not worried, why should you?” But truthfully, you were. You had noticed over the past week or so, Christian has had many phone calls and messages from his female celebrity friends.

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“Is this dress too revealing, I feel like it is,” you asked Christian. The both of you were getting ready to an advanced screening of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 movie. You were wearing a purple maxi dress but it had a high slit so pretty much your left leg was exposed. “Nah, it’s not. It’s a movie premier so we’ll be sitting down for most of the night anyway. You’ll be fine,” Christian reassured you. The two of you then met up with the boys and girl from AOMG. “Wow [Y/N], your dress looks incomplete. They haven’t sewn it completely. You better return it,” Simon D joked. Jay then butt in, “Are you stupid? She’s obviously wearing that dress so Christian has things to do if the movie gets boring”. You hit both of them across the head. Hoody then did the same. 

When you arrived at the premiere there were many photographers and celebrities. Everyone looked stunning. Christian got out first and helped you after. Photographers had their cameras AOMG so camera flashes were coming at every angle. All of you went inside the venue and in the corner of your eye, you saw a group of female celebrities eyeing your boyfriend. His arms were around you so doesn’t that make it obvious he’s taken, you thought. After meeting and greeting most of the people there, everyone had to wait around before the movie started. During this time you saw Christian in a corner mingling with a female celebrity. You have seen her album covers around the city but you can’t remember her name. You sat down across from where they were standing. Christian then left her so you got up thinking he was looking at you but instead, he went over to the bar and said something to the bartender. The bartender then gave two glasses of white wine? champagne? You couldn’t tell but the liquid was translucent. He then went back to his ‘new female friend’. 

You continued to stared at them and tried to read their lips but you were no good at that. As you continued, you saw Christian had got his phone out and handed to her and it looked like she put her number in. Just then, the same group of females that you saw earlier approached him. Not only that, but after a few minutes of chatting, he passed his phone around to his newly found friends. 

“I asked you before and I’ll ask again, what do you see in him?” You looked over and saw Jay sitting next to you. He had noticed you staring at your boyfriend. “Shush you. You introduced him to me remember?” “Yeah, but he wasn’t asking a million girls to put their numbers in their phone before”. “It’s probably nothing,” you say. “They are just probably asking if he’s interested in being the director for their next song or something.” Jay repeated you last two words, “or something.” You turned to Jay and he noticed your eyes are watery and your nostrils are flared open. “Let’s do something fun to get back at him instead of sitting here looking at we are about to assassinate him.” You smiled, “What do you propose we do, Park?” He got up and held out his hand. You took it and followed him to the bar. Jay choose seats that were directly in Christian’s point of view. “What are we doing, Jay?” “Follow my lead,” Jay insisted. 

Jay ordered drinks for the two of you and every now and then, Jay would pull his chair closer to you and was now only inches away from you. “Jay, what are you doing, you’re squishing me towards the wall. Move back a bit.” Jay looked at you, “let’s make your boyfriend see what he is missing out of. Put your hand on my knee, [Y/N]”. “So we are trying to make him jealous?” you asked. “Duh. C’mon put your hand on my knee.” You did just that and Jay leaned into your ears and whispered, “pretend to look over but don’t look directly at him and see if he’s looking”. Again, you did just that. Christian was definitely looking at the two of you and he didn’t look too amused. 

Jay pulled back and you nodded you head, then Jay showcased one of his winks directly at you. Surely Christian saw that. You then moved your hand to brush through Jay’s hair. “Aw it’s so soft and fluffy,” you laughed. “Hey, don’t mess with it, I spent hours trying to style it,” Jay told you. “You laughed again, “you know, I half expected it to be all greasy. Are you trying to pick up someone tonight?” Jay shook his head, “I’m just here for the free drinks and food. Oh and the ahem movie.” He looked at the cameras and winked into it. “Why are you doing that? You’re so lame, Park”. 

The two of you were talking about the upcoming AOMG tour and Jay’s hand was on yours. “Is this too much, Jay? Should we stop?” you asked. “We’ll stop when he comes over”. He then pulled your chair facing him so that your legs were between his. The two of you continued to talk and you lost track of time. You didn’t even notice Jay’s hand was your bare thigh. “Ok Park, that’s far enough”. Jay apologise and ordered two more drinks. When the drinks were set down, Christian came over. “Hey, what you two talking about?” he asked as he pulled another chair and put in the middle between Jay and yourself. Jay leaned back and smirked at him. You just gave Jay your ‘stop it’ look. 

“We were just talking, that’s all,” you answered Christian’s question. Just then, one of female celebrities came and stood next to Christian. Her hand rested on his shoulders. You looked at him and he glared back you. Jay noticed then he quickly took your hand and pulled you up from your seat. “Let’s get out of here, [Y/N]”. You were lost for words. Christian would just sit there and do nothing? 

You sat on the steps and Jay had given his your jacket to cover your legs. He sat down and put his arms around you and you rested your head on his shoulders. Both of you sat in silence, before you hear Christian’s voice, “[Y/N]! Come inside, the movie is about to start”. You ignored him. 

“Babe, c’mon”. Christian was now standing in front of you, just a few steps down and Jay’s arms were still around you. “I thought you were too busy for me, Christian. Why don’t you ask your newly found girl friends to keep you company?” Christian was taken aback, “What do you mean my new girl friends?” “She meant the ones surrounding you before or specifically the one with the hand on your shoulders,” Jay retorted back. “Are you being serious?”, Christian asked, “Is that why you have been playing handsy and footsy with him all night long? Are you jealous and can I not talk to other females?” You laughed, “You can talk with all the females in the whole freaking world for all I care. But you’re always flirting with them and they might get the wrong idea. And that girl who put her hand on your shoulders. Why didn’t you do anything?” Christian was now looking back and forth at you and Jay. “It’s because I saw how the two of were acting and plus his hands were on your thighs. That’s way more intimate.”

“So you’re jealous that [Y/N] is with another guy?” Jay asked. “Of course, but when the other guy is you, I’m super worried,” Christian said, “because you two have known each for so long. [Y/N] is beautiful and Jay, you’re alright so I don’t know, maybe you two might fall for each other or something. And I don’t want to lose [Y/N]”. You smiled at Christian. “I don’t want to lose you too babe, and I’m sorry for making you jealous. And don’t you worry, Jay isn’t my type so it’s never going to happen. I know too much of his bad habits that I’ve put off by him”. Christian laughed and bent down to kiss you, “And I’m sorry too”. You gave back Jay his jacket and stood up. “Shall we going inside, babe?” 

“Hey I made whatever it is you two have happen so don’t bad mouth me, [Y/N].” Jay uttered, “and Christian, I’m just ‘alright’? Surely I’m on the same level of attractiveness as [Y/N]? Both Christian and you laughed at him. “If you could rock my girlfriend’s dress then I might change my mind, Jay”. 

Pjo Youtuber au

So here’s a cool concept: Will, Percy, Leo, Nico, and Jason have youtube channels

  • So it would start with each of them having their own individual channels (btw, they are all like 15-18 years old)
  • Like, Will would upload gaming videos and covers of him singing different songs
  • His channel name would probably be something like WillSiings or something like that
  • And the reason he’s so popular is because he has a large variety in the songs he sings. Like queen, katy perry,  troye sivan, def leopard, Kendrick lamar, fall out boy, artic monkeys, Disney songs, one directon, panic! at the disco, 5sos, ACDC,  Ed Sheeran, chance the rapper, the ramones,  my chemical romance, random songs from Spotify, Brittney spears, backsreet boys, and even some originals (And A LOT more artists)
  • They are all done differently. A Capella, acoustic, remixes, mash ups of completely different genres like ed sheeran and Kendrick lamar, and some are just him dancing around singing be cause he can, leave him alone
  • He can also play like every instrument ever created  
  • People love him because they open up new song suggestions and then he just plays random video games every once and a while when he thinks they’re interesting
  • He has around like 3 million subscribers or so
  • And then there’s Jason and Percy
  • They would already have a collab channel together called JasandPerc or something
  • And they’d upload stuff like challenges, vlogs of them exploring abandoned places or spending the night at malls and they’d have a lot of stuff on a gopro. Like Percy surfing and Jason skateboarding and things like that.
  • They do a lot of stupid things on that channel, they got arrested once, they get tattoos, they are just really reckless teenagers
  • just think of kianandjc
  • People (mostly girls) love them because they are so hot (whoops, sorry not sorry) and guys love them because of the cool trickshot vids
  • they would have like 6 million subscribers
  • Leo would definitely have a prank channel (but it’s not problematic like another prank youtuber I know *cough cough*)
  • His pranks would be like filling someone’s whole room with  packing peanuts, or saran wrap someone’s car, fill the bathtub with peanut butter, and all sorts of stuff like to all his fellow youtubers 
  • his youtube channel would be called Leoisonfire *wink wink*
  • but he’d also do occasional videos with Jason and Percy being reckless and having adventures in unexplored places
  • People love him because he’s always there to give you a laugh when you’re felling down
  • Leo has around 5 million subscribers
  • and finally we can’t forget our lovable Nico
  • his content would be full of vlogs and skits about his life and weirdly entertaining awkward situations he’s found himself in
  • and Nico is totally not afraid to get deep and talk about subjects other people are too afraid to talk about
  • He is somehow very honest without being offensive and that’s why people love him so much, oh and also the fact that he’s a sarcastic little shit
  • he also has a separate gaming channel because he’s a fucking nerd
  • Nico’s channel name would be called something edgy like Gostking or something
  • He’d have around 6.4 million subscribers

okay this has turned out way too long so i’ll post this in parts

i’m for my girls into cat sweaters and flower crowns and i’m for my girls who do drugs and want stick and poke tattoos and i’m for my girls who excel in academic settings and i’m for my girls who want to quit school and travel and i’m for my girls who want to date and i’m for my girls who want to have wild sex lives and i’m for my girls who want to wait till marriage or not have sex at all and i’m here for every single girl in between and every single girl who is none of these things or all of these things. i’m just here for my girls bruh

confession time!: yesterday I almost removed myself from social media because I was comparing myself to others so much that I’d convinced myself I was ugly and not as cool or interesting or whatever else as much as all the beautiful people that I see on here every day. I was sad but then became angry at today’s perception of beauty which lead me to decide no, I’m going to wake up feeling good tomorrow and leave all this negativity that’s been smothering me, behind. I have a ton of insecurities but you know what? that’s ok.. the person you’re comparing yourself to also has a shit ton of insecurities! this new world of online that we live in, filled with photoshop and filters and the need for followers and to be loved by strangers, is insane! and as unfortunate as it is that we can’t do anything to stop the internet, we CAN take control of our own mindset and happiness. I’m posting this in case someone needs to see this today just as I needed to see something like this yesterday.. you are just as beautiful and amazing as that person you’ve just compared yourself to! so stop comparing! always remember you’re fucking gold 💛💛 one thing I’m learning to love is my chubby cheeks and that’s why I have a smile on my face today 💛💛💛💛💛💛

I know you’ve been hurt too much by people around you, your last relationships were disasters. It sincerely makes me upset that anyone would want to hurt you in any way. You’re this radiant warmth beautifully contagious person who I want nothing more than to see be happy and succeed in life, knowing your worth. You are beautiful inside and out and I’m sorry they have made you feel anything less. I know you’ve been hurt but I hope I can show you that I don’t want to be and I will try my hardest not to be someone who will ever cause you pain. I’m not perfect, I will say the wrong thing or annoy you, but that’s as far as it will go. I want nothing more than to see you smile and make you laugh everyday, you deserve that. I want to support you, especially on the rough nights when everything hurts and all you want to do is cry. If you need kind words and someone to hold you when you cry, I can be that. If you want nothing but to have me there to sit in silence, I will be there. I can be your best friend, and your rock. Whatever you need, I will try my best to be. You deserve good things and I want to be one of them.
—  You never have to apologize for being who you are anymore, that’s who I fell for
Prompt: “You’re a virgin?”

“Can I tell you something; Something I’ve never told anyone ever before in my life?” Fionn looks over at Harry and asks. They had gotten really close over the year they’d known each other. Fionn always felt like he could go to Harry with anything because Harry was so understanding and laid back. He had never had a problem with what he was about to tell Harry until he met him. Seeing Harry score dates and hook up with the most beautiful women in the world made him feel like he didn’t have his life on track. Like he was a loser. Not to mention the little crush he had developed on Harrys very pretty girlfriend, (y/n).

“Fionn, man, if you’re gay…its cool.” Harry said with a smile and took another sip of beer.  

“Sod off, Harry. I’m not gay.” Fionn said pushing Harrys tattooed arm with a smile.

“Alright then. Out with it.”

“I’m… I’m a virgin.” Fionn confessed quietly, looking at the ground.

You’re a virgin?” Harrys says surprised. “Didn’t think a bloke as hansom as you would have any trouble getting in some girl’s knickers.”

“Well that’s the thing. There’s this girl. And she’s beautiful and I really like her. We’ve been dating for about a month and I keep delaying sex because I’ve never done it before. And I’m scared if I tell her, she’ll run the other direction. She’s had experience and I’m nothing compared to her past boyfriends. I just want to make is special for both of us.”

“Well when (y/n) and I first did it, neither of us were virgins. So in that aspect I can’t really help you.” Harry said with a breathy laugh. “but, I took out to her favorite restaurant, and when we got back, I made her wait downstairs while I put rose petals all over the place and lit candles and dimmed the lights. We’re both romantics. It was a pretty good night. Still stands as some of the best we’ve ever had. So maybe try something like that?”

“Thanks for the advice, but she’s really got you wrapped around her finger, yeah?” Fionn laughed.

“At least I’m not a virgin.”

anonymous asked:

Do you have any recommendations for books similar to Six of Crows duology? I absolutely loved it and I can't find another book that has such great characters, let alone any good books where the protagonist(s) is amoral/in the morally grey area and just books without main characters being obnoxiously traditionally "good" and "heroes"

Finding good anti-hero(es) stories can be difficult, both in and out of the YA genre! The problem is morally grey and likable villains tend to blend and be mixed together. My definite first recommendation if you enjoyed Six of Crows in the Gentleman Bastard series which has the same heist set-up, morally questionable characters, high stakes, and humor! 

Anti-Heroes

These books have a range of characters from heroes who do questionable things, anti-heroes, or just likable villains. Also, if you haven’t considered reading Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire, you should because practically everyone is morally questionable at some point but a lot of are still incredibly well-done and interesting characters. Oh, also keep an eye out for Forest of a Thousand Lanterns by Julie C Dao! It comes out and is an anti-heroine fantasy book I’m dying to get my hands on!

Also, here are some lists you may want to peruse:

If you have suggestions make sure to reblog or comment to add them!

-The Book Matchmaker

“Listen to me,” she said, staring intently into my eyes, as I stared back at her as mine were now filling with tears.

“So what he opened your ‘i miss you’ text that you sent drunk at 3 in the morning and he didn’t respond? So what he stopped giving you that shy smile that he always used to send your way when you walked by each other in the hallways? So what his fingers are now intertwined with the hand of a girl that isn’t you? He is the one with a problem.”

“He clearly fails to see how utterly iridescent and beautiful and magnificent you are. Honestly, I feel bad for him. He’s pretty damn stupid if he can’t recognize the pure light that is bursting from your soul.”

“And I’m not going to lie to you, you’re going to meet plenty of other stupid assholes in your lifetime- they’ll break your heart in more ways than one. The one thing you’ll need to remember though- always, always remember- tattoo it on your forehead if you have to, is this: his opinion does not define you. His inability to see and appreciate the fucking miracle of God that you are is not your fault. So stop putting the blame on you, and most importantly, stop letting the opinion of a boy who won’t matter in 6 months time effect how you see yourself. You are worth so much more than losing yourself over a boy who doesn’t care.”

“What matters is that you put your heart out on the line. Yeah, it was torn to pieces this time. But I absolutely promise you that one day, you’ll give your heart to somebody, and they won’t drop it. Instead, they’ll give theirs right back to you. And something so indescribably wonderful and magical will come out of it that this boy won’t even be a sliver of a thought in your mind. I promise.”

—  Excerpt from a book i’ll never write #20
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Hello there !!! I might draw that some day because I like the idea ^^ It’s not exactly what you asked for but I have this headcanon that Percy and Annabeth end up with three daughters. I think Percy would make an amazing (and very happy) stay-at-home dad while Annabeth is becoming a world-famous kickass architect (who still spends a lot of time with her family) ^^ I did a drawing a couple of months ago but never posted it because I was unsastified with it (I was sooo uninspired while coloring this one, sorry guys) but since it’s slightly close to what you are asking for, here it is. 

I have more ideas about that headcanon. For instance the second daughter totally have a hero-worship crush on older!Nico, and plan to be covered in tattoos like him when she grows up. (as she very seriously explains to Percy and Annabeth after her kindergarden teacher asks them why she keeps drawing on her own arms during art sessions)

I need names for the girls !! I think Annabeth would want to name them after amazing women who achieved great things. Any ideas guys? 

(sorry for the weird editing, but I forgot that if I post that picture as an answer to the ask it’s gonna be ridiculously small)