i have warts on my fingers

spaci1701 replied to your post “My friend was supposedly cursed by a girl claiming to be a wiccan. Any…”

This is such a pragmatic and reassuring response. But, being the worrywart that I am, I have to ask what you did to your finger? No hurting the mom!

Haha, it’s nothing. Whenever my immune system dips I get a wart on that spot on my finger. Always have done since as long as I can remember. It started coming back the other day so I’m smothering the fucker. The bandaid was just so my massage therapist could work on my fingers today without touching it.


heywhaddayaknow. Just in time for @ohpsshaw‘s meme I have aaaaall the hand-related blunders. Please enjoy my blister and what’s left of a wart I had frozen this week.

Uhh. My own hands are tiny, coy, and irritatingly formal. I’ve got stiff fingers and slack wrists. I finger gun people unironically. They’re always freezing.

My favorite part about drawing mitts might be finding ways for them to interact with weight and fabric. I like lots of wrinkles and folds.👌

Billy Unger Imagine [Submitted]

Your lips pressed softly to his once more before he opened the door, moving the plastic of the grocery bag handle around his wrist. He let you walk before him before closing it with a swift kick. Juggling your own grocery bags (though lighter than his load), you turned around to ask Billy where to put them, when his lips attacked yours.

With a light playful shriek, you smiled into the kiss before he broke off, grinning. He dropped the bags on the floor before wrapping his arms around your waist and taking your breath away with another kiss. Your eyes fluttered close and as your bags slid to the tips of your fingers, you suddenly remembered and broke away: “Eggs.” His hazel eyes looked into yours, extremely confused, as he repeated, “Eggs?”

You nodded, gesturing to the right bag with a head tilt. Squirming out of his hold, you quickly and carefully placed the egg bag on the kitchen counter. When you came back, Billy simply shook his head at you with a smile, opening his arms, once more. You wrapped yours around his neck, as he teased, “My little worry-wart, Y/N, what would I do without you?”

You poked his chest with a smile, “Not have scrambled eggs for breakfast tomorrow, that’s for sure." 

-Submitted by montysmayhem

The Interview - Calum Hood

A/N: sorry for being pretty absent but here is a 5sos imagine that’s pretty badly written and kinda angsty so read ahead if you dare! What the actual fuck is the title?!

You were curled up on the furtherest side of the hotel bed you were sharing with your boyfriend Calum. You’d been dating nearing eighteen months and you’d flown out to see him on tour for the week.

You were pretending to be asleep as Calum stirred hoping he would remain in his deep slumber for a while longer. He fell back into deep breathing and stillness to your relief after what seemed like forever and you let out a quiet sigh.

You’d arrived two days ago where you had been picked up by the band’s manager who had taken you to the boys. They had all seemed excited to see you, Calum the most but certainly the others too. You’d had fun, hanging out with your boyfriend, watching the shows from backstage, and generally living amongst the 5sos family. The only thing Calum wouldn’t do with you was sightseeing, no matter how nicely you asked him he’d always so say no, coming up with lame excuses to stay and watch a movie or simply saying he was too tried. You respected this and realised that he was probably sick of being recognised all the time. This didn’t stop you from sightseeing when you were waiting for the boys to do interviews or sound checks. And that’s what you’d planned to do today despite the weight on your chest that had been sitting on you since last night. You were going to make the most of the day and use this space alone to find perspective.

You waited just long enough for you to be sure that Calum was completely back to sleep before slipping out of bed and into the bathroom to put your make up on and get dressed. You moved as silently as you could, gathering your things quietly and closing the bathroom door to contain the noise a little.

While the boys had been playing you’d checked their last interview that they’d spoke on the afternoon before you came, it was the only one up from the latest string of interviews. You were exhausted and Cal had promised he would be fine with you missing a show so you’d stayed in the hotel room.

The interview had been quite standard up until the last third when the interviewer had asked the boys about significant others. When it came Calum’s turn he shrugged casually, ‘nah man single as a pringle, were all too busy for girlfriends right now!’ He had said with a chuckle. The young lady had pressed him on this, 'what about the girl we’ve seen you with just before you left for this tour?’ She asks and Calum furrows his eyebrows, he almost says your name, his lips forming the beginning of it but he stops himself, 'who?’ He asks innocently and while you know he’s almost said your name and the boys probably do too nobody else would have noticed these subtleties. 'This girl.’ The woman flashes a picture of the two of you in your home city from a few months ago. 'She’s just a friend from high school who was here on holidays and popped in yano?’ He said in the video and you’d felt yourself break. 'Yeah she’s definitely not Calum of 5sos material hey boys!’ The interviewer says snarkily and again only you notice how Calum does a speed lap of the boys with his eyes and they all laugh awkwardly after he has glanced over them. 'Yeah he’s pretty damn hot!’ Ashton says and the lady laughs moving on again.

You’d cried yourself to sleep not wanting to confront your boyfriend about this just yet. He’d been there when you awoke this morning, arms around you tightly and face snuggled into your neck. You’d slowly removed yourself until now you were getting ready to leave the hotel and return only when you knew Cal wouldn’t be there.

You’re finishing your cleansing routine when the door squeaks open revealing your exceptionally hot boyfriend in only his briefs. Usually this would excite you but today it just makes you want to cry. 'Morning babe, what are you doing up so early come back to bed with me a while.’ He says with a yawn. He leans around you encasing you in his arms and kissing your temple. You stiffen as soon as he comes near you. He in turn stiffens arms going ridged against you. 'What’s wrong Y/N?’ He asks concern flooding his tone. At this you burst into tears pulling your arms around yourself and pushing his away at the same time. He takes a step back arms hanging by his sides shock all over his face.

You continue to cry unable to stop yourself, sobbing and wiping your eyes, gasping for air until you think you’ve composed yourself. 'Whats the matter, why are you so upset?’ He asks trying to comfort you but you flinch under his touch, making him pull back like he’s been burnt.

'Do you have a girlfriend Calum?’ You ask through your tears and he looks confused unsure if this is a trick question. 'You’re my girlfriend Y/N, I’m not cheating on you if that’s what you’re asking.’ He says trying to reassure you. You sniffle angry at yourself for crying and being such a mess. 'Ive just got to be alone for a while.’ You say pushing past him. You grab a hoodie, pulling it over your pyjamas as you swipe your room key off the table leaving the room altogether to the sounds of Calum’s startled protests.

You feel pathetic for leaving but you don’t know what to say and you know you want to be clear headed when the time comes to confront Calum, which you are clearly not at the moment.

You hurry through the lobby of the hotel finding the quietest corner of the room where nobody will see you. You curl up against the wall in the corner and scroll through your twitter. The fans have reacted to the interview already. Mean comments flow in a steady stream about Calum and this mystery girl who just so happens to be you. The consensus being that Calum is deserving of only the best. You feel like absolute shit. You try really hard not to be a mess again but you can feel the tears welling and then spilling out from under your closed eyelids.

You manage to compose yourself a little before trying to distract yourself with something else. You have a steel grip on your phone as you open up the different apps in a desperate attempt to distract your brain from thinking.

You’re so focused that you don’t hear the big man sit next to you until his shoulder brushes against yours. 'Hey Y/N.’ Ashton says as greeting.
'Hey.’ You mumble hoping you don’t look as big of a mess as you feel. He glances at you before pulling his phone out and sending what you assume to be a quick text. 'Wanna talk about it?’ He asks you.
'Not really.’ You say quietly. He just nods understandingly. 'I don’t know why you’re so upset but Cal was really worried.’ He says and you throw your defences up in protests. 'You know what Ashton?’ You ask but don’t wait for a reply. 'Fuck him, you wanna know something? He isn’t god-damn perfect! He’s just as fucking flawed as me. You know that Ashton, he’s not fucking perfect!’ You say angrily. And Ashton laughs patting your knee. 'God no! Y/N I live with the man when you aren’t I know he isn’t perfect, shit we could talk about his bad habits and annoying vices all day but we both love him enough to put those aside and be his girlfriend or best friend, and if we are being honest he’s worth loving for who he is, warts and all.’ Ashton says becoming serious at the end of his statement.

'Ash does he talk about me on tour, like does he love me still?’ You ask timidly eyes focused on your shaking fingers that fiddle with the sleeves of the hoodie which unfortunately happens to be Calum’s. 'Y/N he loves you, I have no doubt in my mind about that. He talks about you all the time on tour, if he gets drunk and we put him in his bunk or in the hotel bed he always gets grumpy, drunk Calum yells and wriggles the best a drunk man can and you know what he says? He says 'I have a girlfriend don’t kiss me.’ And it’s so fucking hard to get him into bed because he thinks were going to make out with him or some shit. Trust me I’m leaving that up to you.’ He says in way of comfort. You smile half heartedly but still can’t think of why he’d say what he said in that interview. You don’t get a chance to ask Ash before thundering footsteps echo through the lobby. Startled you look up scooting a little closer to Ashton.

The footsteps come around the bend of your hallway and stop a few meters away. 'Y/N?’ Calum says when he sees you in the corner. He walks over slowly. 'Can I sit here?’ He asks nodding at the space next to you, his voice is timid and his eyes plead with you to say yes. 'Well I can’t stop you.’ You say and he stands still. 'If you asked me to give you space I would leave you know that, right?’ He asks not wanting to push you despite the worry in his eyes. 'You can sit Calum.’ You say with a sigh trying hard to remain calm.

'I think I might go now, remember what we discussed about this guy before.’ Ashton reminds you ruffling Calum’s already messy hair before leaving the lobby and heading for his room again.

'I’m not sure what’s wrong Y/N. I don’t know what I’ve done to upset you and I really want to know what it is so I can fix it.’ He sits near you but not touching you. He’s put clothes on, some running shorts and a baggy old band tshirt. He looks haggard. 'Its just.’ You begin taking a deep shaky breath to ensure you don’t cry. 'I watched this interview last night, it’s here let me show you.’ You reach for your phone and unlock it looking for the video. 'I know which one it is, it’s the one from this week isn’t it?’ Calum says sadly. You nod glad you won’t have to hear him say the same thing again.

'I can explain,’ he says quickly and you pull yourself tighter into a ball, 'can you Calum?’ You whisper unsure how he could make something so blatant any different. 'This sounds stupid and I know that but I don’t want you on the internet, people will just tear you down all the time and you’re my girlfriend, I don’t want that. I want you to be as safe as you can be. It sounds stupid and I was awful about you in that interview, I made the others go along with it too but if you saw the shit you’d get purely for being my girlfriend you’d understand. I love and I want to protect you. If I say things like that you’re safe, that’s why I won’t go sightseeing with you.’ He says letting it all off his chest. You just nod stunned a little.

You compose yourself a little. 'Calum you can’t protect me, and you needed to tell me, discuss this. I thought you saw me as a joke, the boys laughed and you didn’t say anything and then you just ignored it all.’ You say and he hangs his head. 'I know that and I love you please never think that I don’t love you, but I’m not going to go public with this, I’m not going to be responsible for the hurt that you’ll get, I’m not going to be that selfish.’ He says determination in his eyes.

You open your phone and flick to twitter finding the comments that you’d been wading through before. 'You can’t stop them Cal, you can’t protect me forever.’ You say handing your phone to him. His face falls as he reads them. 'This is what I wanted to protect you from, I’m going to fix this. I don’t know how but I am. This isn’t fair. You shouldn’t have to put up with this. This is what I was trying to avoid. Do you see how much hurt I wanted to keep you from?’ He says running a hand through his hair. 'Im so sorry, if this is it for you than just say so. I understand.’ He says looking across at you eyes full of sorrow.

'Cal, it’s bothering you, not me. What upset me was the fact that you kept this idea from me. I was terrified for the whole evening. I thought you’d just been using me as something fun and I thought this was all just a lie. That you didn’t love me and that I’d wasted my life with the man I thought was truly someone I couldn’t live without.’ You say honestly. 'I was so angry that you thought yourself better than me, you know I struggle with being the average girl who is going out with the mega star, extraordinarily talented musician.’ You let the feelings off your chest hoping he has something of a reply to these thoughts.

'Y/N. I love you, I want you to be happy. I was selfish and over protective and I should have talked to you about us and the fans and all that. You’re not the average anything. You’re flawed like me and I love you despite of that, and as for truly loving you and not being able to live without you. Yeah, I don’t think I could bear a world were you weren’t in it. I love you and I’m sorry please forgive me.’ He asks and you put a hand over your trembling lips. 'Of course Cal. I love you and I’m sorry for overreacting.’ You say leaning over and grabbing his hands before hugging him. 'Thank you my love. Let me take you back to bed and pamper you until you can’t imagine wanting to cry again.’ You kiss his cheek and nod. 'I’d love to, but only if I can pamper you too. Also we need to thank Ash on the way past. He’s pretty wise sometimes, don’t tell him I said that though.’ You stand bringing Calum with you, his arm around you tightly and you walk through the lobby with a new found happiness.

anonymous asked:

My story takes place in an otherworld setting where magic users make up about 1 to 2% of humans. Anywho, many of the magic users are noticeably marked because of their powers. This includes abnormal or vivid eye color and strange markings on their skin and unnatural hair color. I'm wondering if this is too cliche and overdone? How can I make it less cliche?

A lot of authors choose mutations they can purple prose over to mark their magical characters. I’ve seen lots of magicians that have weird hair/eyes/tattoos … not so many with tentacle fingers, warts, or something creepy like eyes without whites. I don’t intend to force you away from your original idea, but it the commonness of aesthetically pleasing magic markers is something to keep in mind. 

I think it would be cool to have side effects that aren’t visual. For example:

  • A certain voice tone that all magic users have. It would be funny if all the magic users sounded like a six-year-old girl, but if you’re not aiming for the ridiculous, you maybe the voice sounds like that weird monotone people use to disguise their voice in videos.
  • Magicians are surrounded by their own background music. It’s very subtle, audible only to the magic user and people 0-2 feet away from them. The music changes based on emotions and type of magic wielded.
  • Magicians all smell a certain way. I’ve seen this a few times, but it’s always a minor trait or a result of tinkering in laboratories. Evil people tend to smell like brimstone and good people tend to smell like something flowery (women) or smokey/spicy (men). Choose your own scent.
  • Magician’s touch. You can detect a magician by the way their skin feels. Their skin may look normal, but touching it feels like touching scales or feathers or water or a live wire.

So i have a wart on my finger and I was thinking of ways to get rid of it, when @inquiries-of-an-intj suggested that i bag a dead cat, throw it into the grave of an evil corpse, and wait until midnight to scream “Devil follow corpse, cat follow devil, warts follow cat, I’m done with ye!”.

This is why everyone should have an intj in their life. I mean… The quality of helpful advice you’ll receive. Wow.

Short stories for the signs


There’s a five star hotel down the road. It looks like an abandoned castle, something that could have a graveyard behind it. But the stars are all there. Some say the owner plucked them from the sky because it would be easier than earning them. Nobody knows who he is but there can’t be that many people in the world who can pluck stars from the sky. An old lady who can see the hotel from her bedroom window says the stars live in the hotel sign for the whole month except during the full moon. That’s when they go visit their families up in the sky. Or maybe just the moon. Maybe the stars are in love with the moon, or the other way around. All the old lady knows is that she saw the stars leaving late at night and when she woke up in the morning they were there again. Nobody knows who the owner of the hotel is. Maybe someone should ask the stars.


The girl wants to be someone else when she grows up. She doesn’t know who. Sometimes she says she wants to be something else. She doesn’t know what either. All she knows is something’s not right when she looks in the mirror. On some days, her hair is the wrong colour; on others, it’s her feet that are too big. “I have too many hands”, she complains, “and not enough eyes. I was born to have more eyes.” Her parents think she’s going insane, she makes less sense day by day. But then, when the girl is 21 years old, to the exact second, her bedroom door is closed. The windows are shut, the father knows the lightbulb in the lamp doesn’t work, but there seems to be light coming out from under the door. No key will open it but suddenly it creaks. The light changes colour. No wonder she didn’t know what she was born to be. It’s staring right at her parents and they don’t know what it is either.

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