Uh yes hi hello you're blog is fuckin rad and it always makes me smile and your writing is legit goals
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Anon 1 I’m so glad that you like this blog it’s been such a pleasure to write for all of you and I hope I can do this just a well in the future ^^
Anon 2 THANK YOU FOR THE BLESSED BOOFS~! although I don’t think I’d call myself precious it makes me blush to hear it from other people hehe… ^///^’’’
Anon 3 It amazes me to hear that you look up to me as a writer and I feel honored that you do - I’m just some small introvert typing away at a computer I never thought that people would thing to even like my stuff let alone look up to it. So thank you all! <3 *hugs*
Hey! Could you please do a dan x reader where the reader has a "fear" (not necessarily, I just didn't know how to word it) of being yelled at and dan and the reader get into their first fight and dan is careful not to raise his voice but he accidentally does and the reader just starts sobbing and having a panic attack and he feels soooo terrible and apologizes and calms her down n give her hugs n kisses??Thanks !! xxx
a/n: hey anon! yeah sure, that sounds like an awesome idea hehe ^.^ Hope this is fine, do let me know how you find it! ☺️ You can always send me asks/ requests/ submit something, my ask box is always open! ✨
I really liked your awkward Hanzo comics~ Could you make one where McCree compliments his hair (particularly the white little hair-wings part thing) and the next day someone (Genji? Symm?) finds him with a little smile trying extra hard to make them perfect? (not in a snooty/prideful way. more of a "i hope they look good today maybe he'll talk to me again" way) I am not sure if I'm allowed to make requests/suggestions so i hope this does not come off as pushy~ '3' Welp, 25 letters left so this -
im super glad you liked it omg thank yOU!!! i am 1000% down for requests & suggestions hehe there u go!!!
“I always lied to you and asked you to forgive me. Deliberately keeping you at a distance by my own hand. All because I didn’t want you to get caught up in any of this. But now, I believe… that perhaps you could have changed Father, Mother, and the rest of the Uchiha. If I had been open with you from the start… and looked you straight in the eyes and told you the truth, then I wouldn’t have had to stand before you, from above, as a failure, telling you all of this. So this time, I want to impart this truth to you… You don’t ever have to forgive me. And no matter what you do from here on out, know this… I will love you always.”
I am J-Hope, your everlasting hope~♡♡
When this is posted, it will probably be after we enjoyed our passionate first concert~>.< Every February 18th has always been a happy time with you guys, but this time it had a lot of meaning!! The first day of the
TOUR is on my birthday~ㅠ The concert itself is a day full of happiness, but with everyone’s (birthday) wishes and heartfelt events (fan projects) that you gave Today!! Thank you~~~ so much I am thankful that my birthday is February 18th!! hehe my birthday felt like a festival this year, I will cherish this unforgettable memory forever!! I’m still amazed!!… These wishes, these emotions, this overflowing love… I will make sure to give you reason to always liking and loving me so much!!~♡♡
Hello everyone ! Welcome to my Christmas Follow Forever ! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ Wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year !
So coincidentally, I reached 4k followers and Christmas is here at the very same time! I didn’t expect to reach it so fast, since my last follow forever for 3k was not that long ago. Thank you to all of you, really. Even if you’ve been following me for a few days, it really means a lot. And for those who have been following me for so long, I couldn’t thank you enough. Thank you to all of you for liking my edits, for reblogging them, even when I’m really not satisfied with what I made, for tagging me, for sending me asks. You’re all important to meヽ(´ω｀○)ﾉ.+ﾟ*｡:ﾟ+
Tumblr really is a place where I can be myself and fangirl as much as I want in the tags lmao. I’ve met wonderful people here, even if I don’t talk to you much or never lmao, I really do appreciate you, one day I will overcome my shyness I swear! ｡(*^▽^*)ゞ When people I admired started to follow me back, I felt blessed because you are such talented and sweet people. There isn’t a single day when I don’t scroll through my dash and say “omg how does she make such pretty graphics? / DAAAAMN GIRL! / omg this is gorgeous / THAT COLORING OMG WHAT MAGIC IS THIS?! / IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL GODLIKE SKILLS?!? / etc…” I’m fangirling all day non-stop I swear.I love you all ! ♡
Here, I will list awesome people with great blogs. You should check them out ! (๑・ω-)～♥” Thank you for making my dash so interesting and pretty ! I hope Tumblr didn’t mess up my italicized and bolded urls bc it always does… >w<
|| Bolded : Mutuals || Italics: fav graphics/gifs makers and fav art blogs ||
Re: Bts jungkook smut when’s sexually frustrated for some reason and he goes hard on you like HARD ON YOU. Making you squirt over and over again giving you overstimulation. He makes you beg for him and everything.-Anon
Two weeks ago
It is utter hell to be a girl. Why do we have to have a damn week of bleeding, cramps, aching, acne, bloating, and cravings? I swear I’m prepared to kill anyone who tries to joke around with me during this horrendous day of the horrific murder scene in my pants. The third day was always the worst. It was the heaviest day and my cravings would go through the roof. I was sprawled out on the beige couch in the living room of the apartment I shared with my boyfriend. I made him run to the corner store to get more chips since I’ve been wanting something salty since two in the morning and it was now four in the afternoon. The heating pad that was perched on top of my bloated tummy was the most blissful feeling in the world along with the snuggly blanket that was keeping me warm in our freezing apartment. The heat broke and our entire building has no heat. Just my luck. My hair was pulled back into the most tangled bun of it’s existence, my period pjs, as I called them, were all twisted from constantly moving around in a attempt to find a comfortable position to lay in. No make up could hide the bags under my eyes or the huge pimples that had magically appear on my face over night. In my groggy state, I managed to sit up groaning out in aching pain before throwing the fluffy cotton blue blanket and the heating pad off my stomach and body and onto the grey patterned carpet that was in the middle of the living room floor, under the black coffee table Instead of standing up, I flopped my body onto the floor and laid on the carpet face down, with another pain filled groan. Why was the fridge so far away? I took a deep breath and managed to pull myself together, standing up in a wobbly state before I reached down and grabbed onto the blanket that rested next to me on the floor. Completely cocooning myself in the blanket, I waddled my way over to the fridge, opening the freezer to grab the carton of cookie dough ice cream to snack on in order to pass the time before my boyfriend returned. Placing the carton on the counter after I kicked the freezer door closed, I opened the drawer of the island that was directly in front of me and grabbed the biggest spoon I could find, which just so happened to be the side of my phone. I opened up the carton, ready to indulge myself in the wondrous creaminess of my ultimate favorite ice cream, only to find barely a normal spoonful left. My mouth gaped open as I stared into the empty carton, tears stinging at the corner of my eyes. “H-how could this… it was half full yesterday…” I sobbed in the most unattractive way, and yes it was because of ice cream but all of my damn emotions were going haywire. I couldn’t help but cry over my ice cream being gone. I took a few steps back until my back hit the fridge, and in the most dramatic way, I slid down the length of the fridge until my butt met the floor, crying while still holding the spoon in my hand and cocooned in my blanket. The front door of the apartment opened up, and I heard the familiar sounds of heavy footsteps fill the hallway, the noise gradually grew closer before I lifted my head to spot the back of my boyfriends head. He had walked into the living room, peeking over the back of the couch of where I was previously laying before standing up straight and scratching the back of his head in question of where I went off to.