i just have no inspiration lately

What I voted for and why

Olivia:

“She’s lying in bed with my t-shirt on/Just thinking how I went about it wrong/This isn’t the stain of red wine, I’m bleeding love”  

Fireproof:

Harry’s note change on the “OoooOOoooh!” part when he’s live.

Stockholm Syndrome:

The whole.  Just…the whole damn thing.  Pitting it against “Through The Dark” isn’t fair because it’s apples and oranges.  Most of them are, but especially this one.  The only song I’d choose over SS is WITW.

Which brings us to….

Walking In The Wind:

Paul Simon is, hands down, one of the greatest musicians of the 20th century. This song is obviously inspired by his work and Harry did more than justice. I get fairly emotional listening to it.

Plus…that hook.  Have you listened to that hook lately? How could I ever vote against that soothing exclamation of “I know we’ll be alright, child”?  It’s like healing salve.  No other 1D song makes me feel the way this one does.

1D Dodgeball:

Louis’ acting.  Harry getting hit in the nuts.  Liam’s expressions.  Niall getting mouth to mouth.  The whole thing!  Plus it was sort of our first look at them after Zayn’s departure and the fandom was in so much turmoil.  We needed it.

VOTE VOTE VOTE

@markiplier

Hey man, just watched you late night vlog as well as your prt2 to that. Just wanted to let ya know that we´re all here for you. Know that a lot of peeps have probably said the same thing, but you don’t have to work yourself to the brink of exhaustion for the sake of our acceptance. We love whatever you create and just want you to enjoy it as much as we do.

At least for me, I want you to enjoy and be inspired just as we are. Like you give and we give something in return? I don’t know I’m just rambling at this point.

Keep your head up and keep smiling man. You got this.

By Marley C. Cumbee

Sleepwalker

I’ve been having the most graphic dreams lately. They’re not really terrifying, but very surreal. They’ve been the kind of dreams that literally feel so real, it’s like you’re awake. Last night, I dreamt that someone bled all over me. I could literally feel the blood all over my arms. I immediately awoke and checked my arms for any traces of proof that what had just happened was real or just a dream. I hope they continue. Because it’s given me so much inspiration to explore the dark areas of my mind.

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Putting on a bikini is probably the last thing you’d want to do when feeling bad about your bod….. but this helped me a lot actually. Lately I have been struggling quite a bit with body image. I’ve lost quite a bit of muscle over the last few months due to not being able to be consistent with working out because of my anxiety and depression getting so bad, so my butt has gotten smaller and my belly has gotten softer and my quads are basically non existent and it’s been really difficult for me. But I’m realizing that it’s normal for bodies to go through changes!!! Gaining weight or loosing muscle doesn’t make you any less attractive than you were before!! I’m still beautiful, I still love myself. It’s okay, I’m okay!!!!

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2017年 3月15日 4:12pm

My plants are dying please save them;;; I’ve been having so many all-nighters lately working on my lab reports & essays and let’s just say that my plants are basically reflecting my health right now… an update on my bujo! Can you tell who my bias(es) are through that tiny sticky note~? keke

🎶 Spring Day - BTS 

I’ve been inspired lately by pixel RPG games along with watching the new walking dead trailer (more than once), getting extremely pumped about it, so this was born

it isn’t supposed to be good, I just wanted to do something fun aha

and fun it was not

props to pixel artists, I don’t know how you guys do this stuff

“Chat…? What…are you doing here so late?”

“Ummm…for you, Princess–”


Apparently I can’t stop drawing these two. Have a MariChat sketch inspired by @baneismydragon‘s ridiculously hilarious and adorable fic Cut From The Same Cloth (found here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9783911) wherein Adrien collects scraps of fabric from his father’s office to gift to Marinette for her project and shenanigans ensue. Go read it, it’s amazing. 

Also, since I didn’t bother to sketch a background, because backgrounds are my ultimate weakness, pretend they’re on Marinette’s rooftop balcony and Chat interrupted her as she was about to go to bed. (Yes, it was just an excuse to draw her in cute ladybug pj’s, and also maybe torture Adrien a little, okay. I have no regrets.)

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to sync your breathing with someone else’s? Late at night, your partner fast asleep beside you, and you breathe when they breathe. Two hearts beating together, two hands holding each other, two halves becoming whole. When you’re meant to be with someone, the pieces fit together perfectly. No more guessing. Just breathing.
—  tales-of-a-broadway-bookworm, An original quote from a story I’ll never get around to writing.
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Was up until late last night annotating journals for my seminar today. I was so stressed before hand, but the seminar was actually enjoyable because the papers now make sense! I think the key is to just have a go at answering questions, even if you’re not sure you’ve got the right answer. I’m now waiting for my laundry to finish, so I’m the meantime I’m going to order college stash and maybe a new planner because my old one is too small.

Huh

Summary: You’ve got some big news for Tony, and you’re nervous as hell about it.

Word Count: 1,874

Warnings: minor language? overused plots?

A/N: So sometimes things come to mind and instead of working on things I should be working on (like actual requests) things like this happen. Relax about it! (jk I love you guys and I know, this is so overdone but I just love Tony, okay?) Actually no, @sleepingdream1998 asked for more Tony, so that’s what inspired this. This counts as a request fulfillment according to me. Overruled. But for those other requests: yes, I’m working on them, yes, I have ideas, but lately I have been a writing struggle train. Sorry. They are coming. Not my gif. 

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‘Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone
Is where you go when you’re alone
Is where you go to rest your bones
It’s not just where you lay your head
It’s not just where you make your bed
As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go?

Voltron Week Day 3: Home/Family

I like the idea of Keith growing up in a culture based on war and hate, eventually coming to find love and safety with team Voltron. His family. :’)

(Please don’t tag with any ships. Thank you.)

When She Gets Sleepy

- This is my first “fic” well it will be more of a drabble -

I REPEAT THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION EVER!!!

Warnings: unedited, first fic I’ve ever written, hopefully super fluffy fluff

Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Summary: The boys have been really busy lately, reader is sleepy and clingy, the boys just love the way she acts when she needs more sleep.

AN: I hope this is good for the first imagine I’ve written, I was inspired by @a-schuylerr  ‘s poly!hamilsquad imagine, “heavy eyes”.  I wrote all this in one sitting, feel free to tell me if you like it or tell me some improvements, thanks :)

Enjoy~


Originally posted by scientists-and-stars

     Now you weren’t going to lie, You haven’t been sleeping very well the past few days. 

     All the boys were very busy. Hercules with his tailoring, he is having to deal with a very picky rich woman who wanted everything to be her way or the highway. 

     Alexander was busy with all the work his boss, George Washington, was giving him. Then there is always fighting with Jefferson. 

     And John is busy…. Well you aren’t really sure what he’s been busy with, he’s just going in and out of the apartment constantly.

     Then there was Lafayette. He was busy with volunteering at a local high school, tutoring children learning French. In fact, he is loving teaching his native tongue to the youngsters so much that he is thinking of possibly applying to be an official French teacher.

     Now listen, it wasn’t that the boys were ignoring you, not by any means. They were just all so busy. Alex was staying up all night until dusk working on god knows what on his computer. Here being kept up late in his shop working on all his clothes he was making. John doing whatever it was John was doing.

     The point is, they all got into bed once you were asleep and all at ungodly hours in the morning. You missed cuddling with them. And you tried you damn hardest to get them all to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but no matter your persuasive tactics, they would not budge from their respective places.

     You all had the day off today, though they were at home, they were all still doing work. You were up, but still very sleep deprived and feeling sorta needy, you needed to touch them, you missed them. 

     But, it didn’t matter that you missed them and all you wanted to do was cuddle and watch a movie and eventually fall asleep. It didn’t matter because you had to go to the supermarket to get some food.

     “Hey guys, I’m going to go to the store to get some food, anyone want anything?” you asked by the front door slipping on your favorite pair of boots, ‘cause it’s cold as hell in New York during the winter.

      To your surprise, both Laf and John jumped up and said they’d join you.

      You were more than happy to have them come along. The three of you set off down the stairs of your building after you all put on your coats, Laf made sure both you and john had on a scarf and a beanie and were warm enough. 

     Once at the store you took out your list of items you needed and the three of you set off to look for your desired items. The trip ended up taking much, much longer than anticipated, it took two and a half hours.

     By the time you were in the check-out line, you were leaning heavily on Laf’s shoulder with your hand intertwined with his. John was looking at the two of you with so much love in his eyes. 

     “Mon amor, are you tired?” Laf teased.

     “Mhm,” was the only response you were able to produce.

     While you were waiting in this horridly long line, you closed your eyes. Above your head John and  Laf glanced at each other, down at your sleepy form, back at each other, then smirked.

     The boys love it when you got sleepy, ‘cause when you got sleepy you got clingy and cuddly and become very dependent on your four boys to take care of you and hold you. 

     John quickly texted both Herc and Alex to tell them that you were in this mood. He told them to get some blankets out and wrap up whatever they were working on.

     All whilst checking out, you leaned on Laf and mumbled half awake sentences about hurrying up. John and Laf only internally “awwww”ed and lightly chuckled at you behavior.

     On the car ride back to your apartment you sat in the back with John cuddled up to his side, your head on his chest. His soft humming, one hand running through your hair, the other rubbing your thigh in soothing motions, and the steady rise and fall of his chest were all coaxing you into sleep. 

     When you got back to the apartment building, John shook you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, you closed them again, your eyebrow creasing with the unwanted and unexpected awakening. You slowly brought you hands, curled in loose fists, to softy rub your eyes.

     “W-wha’s goin’ on? Wha’ happened?” you murmured sleepily

     “You fell asleep, baby girl, we’re back at the building now, you gotta get up,” John replied, a smile on his face. You were just so damn adorable.

      “Oh,” you pouted slightly, you were so tired you couldn’t see straight. You lifted your arms with as much strength as you could muster and made grabby hand at Laf, signaling to him that you wanted to be carried,

     Laf chuckled and did that thing people do when they see something so cute they frown and smile at the same time, trying not to exclaim out loud how cute and adorable and precious you were being.

     Laf scooped you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, you arms wound tightly around his neck and nuzzled you head into the crook of his neck. His hands rested at you lower back and one under your jean-clad bottom to ensure you don’t fall. The placement of his hands pushed you closer to your boyfriend, you hummed contently, loving the physical contact.

     Oblivious to you, Laf’s head shot up to make eye contact with John. Their eyes wide, trying their damnedest not to make any noises about you kola like behavior. 

     Laf, with you curled around him, carried you to the elevator, John strolled behind you two, looking at your head and how every now-and-then you would nuzzle your nose into his neck, your eyes closed and a content smile in your face.

     When you finally got to your floor and into to the apartment, Laf set you on the bench near the front door that the five of you use to put extra bundle necessities in, and to sit in to put on and take off your shoes. 

     After taking off his own shoes, John bent down to unite and take off your shoes. While he was busy doing that you very slowly took off you coat and other winter accessories. 

     You softly rubbed you eyes again and looked up at John, who had now stood at full height, looking down at you making sure you got everything off without trouble. He smiled at you and offered you his hand. You smiled a small smile back and took his hand. He helped you up and you leaned against him.

     As you neared the living room, your feet dragged. You were just so sleepy. 

     Alex was sitting all alone on the couch. Unknown to you, Laf had quickly gone to him once he saw Alex was seated on the couch and told him of your adorable sleepy clingy behavior. He kissed him and told him he needs to cuddle with you alone for a minute. 

     Once Alex saw you his face lit up, when he saw how you leaned on John and how cute you looked. His smile got bigger and internally thanked whatever god or gods there were that this beautiful woman, and handsome freckled man beside her, loved him. Alex could write for days on how beautiful and adorable you looked, clinging to John’s arm.

     “Awwww, come here sweetheart,” Alex said to you, winking at John, silently telling him he knew what was going on and what was going to happen. John walked the two of you over to the couch, you crawled into Alex’s lap nuzzling you head into his neck, one hand at your side, the other wound in his hair. 

     Above your head John gave Alex one or two affectionate greeting kisses. After they parted, John planted a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head, then headed to the kitchen to help put up the couple of food bags Laf had taken from him before you even registered that you needed to take off you coat, just seconds ago. He kissed Herc for maybe a little longer than needed, but nobody was objecting. The two men who went with you on your shopping trip filled in Herc on how cute you were acting, how they just love you leaning on them, your clingy-ness, your little stumble shuffle combo as you attempt to walk at a reasonable pace. 

     Alex looked down at you fondly and said something you didn’t quite catch… Wait, when did you get into Alex’s arms. Ohhh, he so warm, and smells so good. And him rubbing soothing circles on your back, the other on your knee and thigh. Good lord- you could drift off into sleep right now. You feel his warmth and affection seeping into you, you were just too tired to know what was going on. His actions soothed you, you were falling asleep again, but you felt as if somewhere, far away, someone was trying to talk to you. You whimpered, burrowing your face closer to his neck, if that was even possible.

      You are just about to fall asleep once again you feel his chest rumble as he says, “Hmmm, how ‘bout that,love? Would you like that? Did’ya hear me, little one?”

     You grunted out a small “what”, getting metaphorically drunk of his warmth, sent, and the warm breath being blown on to your neck as he talks.

     He chuckled lightly, if you’d have been fully responsive at the time you would have heard the smile in his voice as he repeated himself, “I said, how ‘bout we get you out of those jeans and into some sweats and we can all cuddle in bed, we have all had a long week, I think we all deserve a cuddle session.”

      You slowly nodded, liking that idea, but not quite understanding in your half-asleep, well mostly asleep, daze.

     As soon as you had finished nodding, your other three amazing boyfriends came out of the kitchen, Herc in the lead, eager to see you and cuddle you. 

     Herc crouched down in front of you and Alex and rested a hand on your thigh softy to get your attention. Your eyebrows crease once again, like they did in the car before you slowly lifted your head from the crook of Alex’s neck and was met with the face of your fourth lover, who had an endearing smile on his face, looking at you fondly.

     “Hey there, sleepyhead,” Herc murmured to you, but the room was quiet enough that everyone herd it, even Laf and John who were embracing each other and smiling fondly and the small group on and in front of the couch.

     “H-herc, hey, man, I m-missed you,” you mumbled, not having enough energy to speak very loud. You slowly lifted your arms from Alex to attempt to latch on to Herc.

     Your lovers all chuckled, they found it amusing yet endearing that you called people “man” and “dude” when you were, or weren’t, tired.

     Herc easily picked you up spun around in the direction of the bedroom, all after you had wrapped yourself around him, just like you had done with Laff not even ten minutes ago.

     The rest of the boys followed in suit, John stopping by the thermostat to turn the heat down a little, once you were all five in bed, with all those big, furnace bodies *cough, cough* Laf and Herc *cough,cough*, somebody is bound to get a little over heated *cough, cough* you or Alex *cough, cough.*

     Herc set you down on you feet, Laff by your side to keep you from falling over. John get you someone’s boxers, probably Alex’s, and grabbed a Black Lives Matter shirt, probably Herc’s, judging by the size, just a little bigger than Laf’s shirt.  

      John tossed the boxers and shirt to Laf so he could help you undress and dress. While Laf help you, the other boys got in more comfy clothes as well. 

       Laf slowly slid your jeans down your legs, being very patient while you wobbled and grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself when stepping out of them. Next came you panties, you were fine with being bare in front of them, they loved you for you. He steadied you as you stepped into the boxers. He slid them up your legs, when he stood at full height, he looked down at you and smiled, seeing your eyes closed and head tilting forward. 

      John kissed the place where Laf’s shoulder meets his neck and murmured in his ear, “You get comfy, I’ll finish changing our sleepy little one.”

     Laf nodded an okay, turned and kissed John on the lips, only to part a couple seconds late when they heard your tired needy whine. Laf chuckled against the freckled man’s lip, and muttered to him, “Our princess sure is cling today, better get moving, she just might, how you say… pass out? Oui, pass out.”

     Now it was John’s turn to nod. He pecked Laf’s lips once more, then turned to you. Your eyes were drooping closed, trying to stay awake, but failing.

     “Hey, darlin’, lets get you out of that shirt, huh?” John murmured against your forehead, his southern drawl coming out on certain words in his sentence. The more relaxed he was, the more that sweet hint of southern twang came out. Normally that would have soaked those boxers you were wearing, but you were much to tired to even fathom that.

     John slowly got your shirt and bra off, then slowly slid the shirt down your torso, his fingertips purposely skimming the sides of your breasts and your sides making you shiver and whimper a little. When you were sleepy and not focused, your skin’s sensitivity became heightened. But John knew not to go father, besides he was becoming more and more tired himself. When the shirt got to your waist he let go of the ends letting it fall and end a couple inches past your bottom. He pulled you in for a hug, which lasted at leas thirty seconds, your head facing sideways on the front of his shoulder.

     John released you from his tight embrace. Alex swept you up into his arms and guided you to the bed, where you crawled to the center, the sheets where ice cold making you whine as your sensitive skin came in contact with the ice cubes you called sheets. But hat discomfort faded away quickly as Herc settles in on your right, John cuddled beside him, Alex to your left, Laf on the other side of him. 

     You sunk into Alex and Herc’s warm embrace with no effort, sleepily think about how much you love your boyfriends. Them bed became warm. as the room filled up with the love and affection you held for each other. 

     You were the first to fall asleep, your boys soon to follow. 

     As you drifted off to sleep Alex’s arm curled around your waist, and Herc intertwined his fingers with yours. 

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• day 10/30 of productivity • 1 / 2 / 17 •

wewww i’m 1/3 there already omg (ง'̀-‘́)ง i might have accidentally skipped a day yesterday but let’s pretend nothing happened HAHAHAHA (#selfdenial) but yay didn’t do much today coz i came home late, so here’s just some pics of my uncompleted bujo spread this week 🍃☁️🍂

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The first bit was inspired by a post @svartalfhild made shortly after the fight with Saundor and I just really wanted to draw it lol

The second is a parallel since these two are ALL about the parallels and my intense desire to draw Percy without his glasses…either way he’s one hot tamale but DAYUM

Also I don’t know why I’m so into gray scale and minimal color lately but I’m really enjoying it!

Still this took me a lot longer than I thought it would… I have a couple more I want to do but these two were intended to go together so I had to finish both before I was willing to put it out there …

I’d say pardon my shameless Perc’ahlia shipping but now we or FUCKING CANNON AHHHHHH! SO HAPPyyyyyy!

november 3rd, 2016 🍂
| photo from my ig | i’m feeling so unmotivated/uninspired with school work lately. my exam is in about a month (i have one cumulative exam) and i have so much to get caught up on of my readings. 😩 trying to find motivation and inspiration from this studyblr community and hopefully it’s working. 🤓 i have tomorrow with no classes & then it’s the weekend with a few plans 🎉 i just need to buckle down and open my textbooks and take notes. okay, ramble over! 😑

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Got inspired by the Greek Gods family tree that’s been circulating around lately. I realize a few gods are missing, but there’s just so MANY.

The thing about Jotuns is that even though they have males and females, their idea of what makes someone one or the other seems to be different from ours. Male Jotuns give birth several times in the stories, so I like to think female Jotuns are somehow able to impregnate others too. My personal headcanon is Skadi as Ull’s other parent just because they have so many things in common.

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I wasn’t actually going to post this since it never got finished, and instead I just took the sketch of Gabe and turned it into this piece: http://gracerubydraws.tumblr.com/image/153707624381

However it’s late and I want to start adding content to my art blog so … here … have whatever this is.

Inspired by this scene from Parks & Rec (obviously).

You missed a spot

Tumblr has done an irreparable damage to me and that is giving me so many good, fluffy, smutty Steve fics that I have him stuck in my brain now-(cries)

Just late (very late) night inspiration that of course is not as good as it it in my brain, but this is a thing I do.

Word count: 631

Notes: None?


“You have five seconds to tell me why you’re still holding my hand, Captain” Y/N said as her eyes gazed down to their joined hands before looking up at him. A small smirk played on her lips as a hint of mischief made its way to her narrowed Y/E/C eyes.

Steve eyes widen and she could had sworn his cheeks became a light dusty shade of pink as he cleared his throat while he rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand, clearly embarrassed as she called him out on the simple action. His mouth parted to say something, but it never left his lips as Y/N interrupted with laughter while her head shook side to side making the hero slightly confused as he watched her.

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