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update\reminder?

Hey lovely peeps! I know I haven’t talked to a lot of you lately or gotten to know a lot of newer followers, and that makes me saaaad. Life is all kinds of busy and tiring for now but I’m trying to get back into blogging

I know pretty much everyone who follows me does it for the haikyuu content, and I’m going to do my best to keep this blog mostly haikyuu. but bear with me, because let’s be real, there is just NOT as much haikyuu content right now. I’ll post my own when i can but, again, LIFE, and searching through tumblr to find what I want can take more time and energy than i sometimes have. 

I will always use my “not haikyuu” tag for any other fandom posts that aren’t hq content! i’m a little lazier and more disorganized than i’d like to be right now with blogging (trying to fix that), so some of my other interests may end up on here (coughvoltroncough) tho I am trying to put most of it on @fallforward 

also remember you can ask me to tag literally anything  and I won’t judge, so let me know! y’all are awesome and i miss ya 

I CANNOT BELIEVE I AM MAKING THIS RIGHT NOW.

This blog has grown into something I never imagined. It seems like yesterday that I was posting the first chapters of The City and of Weights & Measures. Sometimes I get really overwhelmed when I think about everything that has happened, especially in the last few months.

There are no words to describe how much it all means to me. You all have helped me keep going, not just as a writer but as a person. So many of you were there for me during one of the hardest periods of my life. Sending me messages that made my cry because I could feel every ounce of your love in your words. Making me suffer through all the jidevil posts you continue to tag me in. 

I just hope that I can give back what you have given me. You all have helped me find my voice again. And I cannot thank you enough for that. 

From the bottom of my heart, regardless if you are mentioned here or not, thank you. Everyone i interact with is a beautiful human being and I want to thank BTS for bringing us all together. 

so here we go!

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Undone | NSFW

*READ A/N BEFORE READING*

Summary: He had rules. You never questioned them, until he disobeyed his own rules. This is the time where you both undid each other.

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, sug*r da*dy/s*gar b*by relationship, smut, light bondage

Word Count: 1,605

A/N: Okay, first, only read if you’re 18+! This is NSFW! Secondly, yes this lightly describes a sug*r da*dy/s*gar b*by relationship (I’m censoring this to keep it out of those tags). I just got inspired. This does not reflect Tom in any way possible. It’s fiction. Lastly, I decided to never mention Tom’s name in the story because I thought it would add a mysterious tone. Other than that, enjoy.


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New commission post for the new year! [ art tag is here for more examples ] and keep in mind I do draw more than just World of Warcraft!

  • You can contact me through tumblr messenger. This has been very effective in helping me keep close contact with my buyers so I can send you previews in real time and we can discuss anything you’d like changed!
  • Armor is going to cost more, keep this in mind when buying. The extra cost is subjective to each commission. I’ll just have to see how much I’ll be drawing before I can give you the final price.
  • You will be paying through invoice due to Paypals new ToS. This isn’t a scary thing, it’s just like buying anything else online. You’ll get an e-mail from me with an invoice listing what you bought and how much it costs, there will be button to pay and the rest is self explanatory.
  • Due to the above statement I will require your Paypal e-mail.
  • I have a right to refuse any commission I am not comfortable with/feel I cannot draw. It’s nothing personal to you, so please don’t take offense.
  • I will not be doing refunds. I’ve yet to have this issue, but once we get past the sketch phase of your commission, once I’ve drawn the lines and added colors, there’s no going back. Should you be unhappy with the art, I will work with you to fix what needs to be fixed.
A Man Worth Fighting For- 18

Summary: Seventy years has passed and the world has changed. You thought you were moving on until Steve Rogers asks you for a favor which leads to a discovery that will change everything. So much for retirement. Sequel to “A Girl Worth Fighting For.” Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1461
Warnings: Language, unprotected schmex.
Tags at the end

Part 17  Masterlist

AN: Hey guys! Just letting you know that the series only has 2 chapters left after this one *DUN DUN* Be prepared! (Or not?) Also, if anyone is keeping up with my shenanigans, I am going to start posting a new series soon so be on the lookout for the tags opening for it soon!

The train jolted back and forth as it passed along the countryside, the flickering of green and blue smearing past the window as Bucky stared through the glass. The car itself was quiet, only a few other passengers filling the space. Your head rest in Bucky’s lap as you slept, eyes softly closed as his hand smoothed out your hair. He glanced down at you as you buried your face closer to his stomach, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“Your wife must be very tired.”

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anonymous asked:

Where do you find all those pretty pictures you paste into your bullet journal?? And where do you get all your inspirations from?? I just love your spreads so much I keep looking at them ><

hello! i get those pictures from my aesthetic blog @brandisher

as for inspirations, i have an #insp tag if you want to go through that and see. :D for bullet journalists i aspire to be like, there’s @successaesthetics@studykouffee, @nag-aaral, @studyfulltime, @bluelahe@studywithinspo, @studytildawn, and @studyrose.

If you know your friend, partner, or family member has dependency issues and they’ve made it clear to you that they have separation anxiety and would rather you tell them you don’t want to talk to them rather than ignore them, and you still ignore them, I’m sorry, but

You’re a piece of shit and they deserve so much better than you. I don’t care what the fuck your reason is. There literally can’t be a logical explanation as to why you can’t take a minute out of your day to text your loved one who’s MADE IT CLEAR THEY NEED THIS to tell them that you’re not ignoring them, you’re just not in the mood to talk.

You are a piece of shit.

Cassian Andor x Reader ~ Home Pt. 2

PART 1

Summary: (Y/n) faces new found knowledge and the constant haunting from their past. Cassian tries to keep her grounded through these trying times.

Warnings: PTSD, Violence, ?

A/N: Since a few of you wanted a continuation here is a second part! Not sure how many parts there will be, but we’ll see. Sorry again, no editing was done because I wanted to just get it up. Let me know what you all think!

Tags: @warqueenfuriosa, (ask to tag)

Ever since you were released from the medbay but still kept under bed rest, Cassian has been at your side watching you over like a hawk. It took a lot of convincing to get him to go help out at the base and leave you alone during the day. It was especially difficult to convince him since you had continued to have flashbacks and nightmares from everything you went through, and he often had to try and calm you down. It was getting late and you slid over out of the bed, you wanted to test your strength and you grabbed the table’s corner to push yourself up. Your knees immediately buckled and you swore about all the curses in the ‘verse.  After regaining your composure while sitting on the floor, you slowly climbed your way back up to sit down. You couldn’t believe how weak you were right now, it was pitiful. You were useless to the Rebellion at the moment, if you had been cautious during the mission and just thought things through… You began to replay the general’s words over in your mind, you were Kenobi’s daughter. If you couldn’t physically train like usual in your current state, you decided you would begin to mentally train yourself to use the Force. You sat on your bed and closed your eyes, focusing your energy and mind. You would start small, you looked to the blanket covers that you had pushed aside. You held out your hand, trying to pull the blanket towards your grip. It began to jerk slightly and finally it flew to you in a flash. You grinned in surprise, doing the same thing over and over again. After you were able to get it smoothly into your grip you decided you would see if you could keep an object balanced and looked to your water glass. You slowly and carefully focused on the object, lifting it from your bedside table and slowly having it float towards you. It got about halfway to you when the door swooshed open, you immediately panicked at the sudden noise and the glass clattered to the floor. Your nurse, Asha, quickly ran over to you and began to clean the spill.

“Sorry (y/n), I didn’t mean to startle you!” She seemed slightly embarrassed and you shook your head telling her everything was fine. She then helped you to go clean up, washing and carefully not causing stings in the still healing cuts. You both chatted, and she seemed really impressed and filled with glee when you showed her your new found talent. After she chatted with you and kept you company for a while you were once more sat alone on your bed. This was a repeated process for many weeks, and you were beginning to be able to meditate fairly well. You had started to easily focus your energy, and at one point you had managed to use the Force to help you stand. As you laid in bed you thought about your abilities, learning the ways of the Force would force you to dedicate your life and you began to realize nothing would ever be the same again. You didn’t want things to change, but you didn’t have a choice. You couldn’t refuse to train, especially when there were still people out there to help you. But would you still be able to fly with Cassian? Or would the general keep you at his side and disposal with your unique talents? The door swooshed open to reveal Cassian with a large tray of food, startling you from your thoughts. You gave him a warm smile and he walked over sitting down next to you on the bed after planting a chaste kiss on the top of your head. “I brought dinner.” He stated and began moving around the foods on the tray, one serving for you and one for him.
“Thank you Cassian, you don’t have to eat in here though.” You told him and he chuckled at your slight protest of him staying.
“Your stuck with me (y/n), I’d rather be in here than with those boisterous pilots right now.” His warm brown eyes and usual dashing smile made you grin as well.
“So be it.” You teased in response as you looked over the food. “Thanks again.” You added before beginning to dig in. He chuckled as you began to scarf down the food in front of you. As he began to eat, you noticed he was giving you the look. You rolled your eyes and laughed lightly, “Cheer up, Andor.” You ruffled his hair and he looked away with annoyance but you spotted a slight blush on his cheeks. After you both finished, you took your pain medications with Cassian holding your water for you to down the pills. You gulped them down easily and thanked him before swinging your feet back over and laying down. Cassian went and cleaned up out of his daily fatigues. You were already starting to nod off, the meds had that effect on you normally. He smiled ever so slightly as he slid onto the bed beside you, and you groggily wrapped your arms around his waist laying your head atop his chest. You fell into a deep sleep after listening to his heartbeat and feeling his fingers stroke through your hair gently.

“You really are something.” Boba spat as the droid dug its sharp blade deeper into your abdomen. You stared at the masked man with hatred, you didn’t let a single noise escape you with the excruciating pain you felt as the blood cascaded down to the floor. “If you weren’t Rebel scum maybe I’d have use for you.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he pulled your hair up so you would look him in the eye once more. “Join us.” He stated, it wasn’t a question or request. You could read that if you were of no use to them they would kill you. 
“No.” You replied, your voice hoarse and rough from all the torture and the dehydration.
“Fine, until you change your mind I am ordered to make you suffer until you wish for death.” Boba Fett replied harshly as he grabbed the dagger that he loved to use. That dagger, it spilled your blood so many times now there was no way to count. The torture droid left the chamber and the bounty hunter began to slice intricately into your skin in a slow and excruciating manner.

“(Y/n)!” You heard a voice shout and you opened your eyes in panic to see Cassian looking at you and holding your shoulders firmly. Your eyes darted around the room and then went back to Cassian as he tried to calm you down. Your breathing was erratic and you were covered in sweat. “(Y/n), it’s okay. You’re safe.” He said softly quickly pulling you into his arms. You gasped in breaths and he rocked you gently until your breathing finally calmed down.
“I’m sorry…” You let out a frustrated whimpered as you moved back with your head in your hands. You took off your hoodie and attempted to cool off in your tank top to shock yourself back into reality. You could feel his eyes wracking your body and taking in ever mark, you regretted your decision. “I’m sorry I…” Cassian reached over and grabbed your hands gently.
“It’s okay.” He muttered quietly again, pulling you closer once more. “I’m here.” You finally stopped shaking and held on to him tightly, laying your head on his chest to try and match your heartbeat and breathing. You both layed there in silence for a long time as you finally began to ground yourself fully. Once Cassian noticed you had gotten back to your usual breathing after some time, he finally spoke up. “What did they do to you?” He barely whispered to himself,  he sounded as though he himself were in pain. He began to lightly trace the scars on your shoulder, you flinched slightly at first but adjusted after a moment. He was avoiding those that were still recovering with stitches, “Do you want to talk about it (y/n)?” You silently shook your head. "It will help, please (y/n).“ You took in a deep shaky breath, and explained the dream. But it wasn’t a dream, it was a memory. He didn’t move for a moment, you worried that maybe he thought you were pitiful for not fighting back enough. But before you could say anything his arms enveloped you tightly. "I’m going to blast that damn son of a bitch off the face of whatever dirt-ball he’s on.” Cassian was filled with rage and you put your hand on his jaw lightly.
“Getting angry isn’t going to help right now, what’s done is done. We’re here because we want to stop scum like him aren’t we? We’ll get a chance to make them pay.” You reassured him, when the captain in your arms got angry it was like an unstoppable force. 
“How am I so lucky to have you? You are the strongest person I know (y/n)…” You almost let out a laugh as he shed a tear that hit your palm.
“I was just thinking the same about you.” You muttered before giving him a long kiss. “Thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
The next few weeks were rough, you often ended up having moments like these in the middle of the night when your mind began to remember. Luckily, Cassian was always there to help ease you out of your panic and ground you. You had began to use a cane to walk around the base, at first Cassian had treated you like a little kid walking for the first time. He had his arms out ready to catch you if you fell. This bemused many of the rebels who saw, because to them he came across as an easily angered and strict captain. You finally were able to be back on your feet though and all you wanted to do was run. Cassian could tell you were doing much better too, now that you were no longer constricted to your bed you were smiling more often. You still were unable to train physically like you had done daily before, but you continued to practice your use of the Force. You were floating in a position of meditation when you heard a light cough, you fell back to the ground in a sudden shift. The general was standing before you with crossed arms. “We are going to find someone to help train you in the ways of the Force. Until then you will be dismissed from any calls to action or future missions.” You became angered, immediately standing to match his intense gaze.
“These powers may be new to me, but I am no child.” You replied harshly before walking past him, you stopped though and glanced back over your shoulder. “I won’t be restricted because you find my powers of use. I’ve already sat around enough because of my injuries, let me be of help to the cause.”
“Kenobi wanted you protected and hidden.” The general responded not having any of your defiance. This caused you to quickly turn on your heal and walk back into his face.
“I am not my father and I don’t need protection.” You stated venomously. “I am one of your best general, let me do what I am best at.” This caused the general to laugh dryly.
“(Y/n), you aren’t your own person anymore. Every decision you make affects more than simply yourself and those immediately around you. Don’t you realize that? You are a Jedi, your fate has already been decided.”

Don’t Push Anti Or Dark Onto jack And Mark

don’t forget that pushing anti on jack could result in him being to overwhelmed and afraid to not give to the extent we expect of him. let anti being something special he does. we can still make theories and freak out over every small detail but just don’t try shoving in jack or marks face. keep in here on the tag or something. @anti-support-group is the account to go to if you have some crazy theories to get off your chest. i know its exciting. But something as innocent as septiplier got ruined for us as well..so….. lets keep things to ourselves. don’t forget that robin jack and mark probably scroll through these tags daily. they know we know.. don’t make it difficult for them to have for or surprise us. Sorry if this sounds depressing. i love anti just as much as anyone. i never stopped obsessing but i just don’t want mark or jack to give up b/c hey cant live up to expectation

Hollstein - ficwriters rec

It came to a point that making updates in my fic masterpost is pointless with how much fanfic I read in this fandom tbh. It’s easier to just go on my bookmarks and find things there.

But I thought that making a long shout out to some of my fav writers could be nice too. I was going to try to tag everyone here but then I  realized most ppl are not even active anymore or have been lost in some dark corners of the internet.

So you can browse first through these writers. I’m sure you’ll find at least one of their fics to be a nice read.

waitwhathuh

runwithwolves

ariadnerue

heylittleyahtzee

mdcxcviii

daisyfalls

chasingredballoons 

andthatisterrible

slambage

fullyajar

ofarrowsandspacemen

sbarret

nicdbroc

mermaiddrunk

puntrest

care

lizardwriter

sailoruuranus

makeme123

caitlinrose94

alterocentrist

counthoelaf

trufreak89

riseuplikeangels

kelseyo

raedmagdon

marissalyn14

@ new nct stans

donghyuck’s last name is lee , i appreciate that some websites state it as kim n that’s probably why you guys tag it as kim but im just clearing it up , his last name is lee n he romanises his name as lee donghyuck , i just don’t want there to be any confusion bc i was just going through ikon’s kim donghyuk’s tag n i saw a lot of lee donghyuck n i just wanna keep it all good between the fandoms so:
lee donghyuck - nct
kim donghyuk - ikon

To Whom It May Concern:

I was just on the trending page and I saw one of the most trending tags was “Holocaust Remembrance Day” and I thought, “Oh, I didn’t know that was today. Cool.” So I scroll down through the posts and I find out that today is, apparently, also the day our newest president, Donald Trump, indefinately banned immigrants from multiple countries from our country, EVEN THOSE WITH GREEN CARDS.

ON THE SAME F*CKING DAY WE SAID NEVER AGAIN TO NOT GIVING ASYLUM TO THOSE WHO NEEDED IT MOST, WE GO BACK ON THAT SAME F*CKING PROMISE.

I won’t say where exactly, but at least live in New England, and in New England, there’s a city/town in Vermont called Rutland. Rutland agreed to give homes to immigrants who came into America from war-torn countries who needed help. Around two families to my knowledge made it there before this. From what I’ve heard, they are very nice, very sweet people. THEY DON’T WANT TO HURT US. THEY WANT A SAFE PLACE FOR THEIR CHILDREN TO GROW UP IN PEACE. I get that we want to protect our people, our home country, BUT DIDN’T WE SAY WE WOULD HELP THOSE WHO NEEDED IT ON THIS VERY DAY YEARS AGO?

WELL?

I heard from a post someone made that people are taking a stand and taking Trump to court AS THEY SHOULD.

I may have gotten a few things wrong in this, but I hope I got my point across. Just know this:

My online name is Storm.

I am in seventh grade.

I am a girl in both gender and sex.

I currently identify as bisexual pan-romantic though I am still experimenting and finding what fits for me in this regard.

My two best friends/soul sisters are @butterflyboss2 and @poseidonsgoddess.

I love music, especially alternative/punk/pop punk/punk rock and my favorite band is Panic! at the Disco.

I am Caucasion, as well as part Irish, Native American, and maybe French.

And I think everyone needs and deserves love, even those who seem like they might hurt us.

Cause let’s face it:

We have all needed help and love once in our lives.

You don’t have to even acknowledge anything I’ve said.

I just thank you for listening.

Let’s keep our promise.

I’ve never watched this show. I might start someday but I’m just scrolling through tags and happy that malec is an actual canon ship and there was never click bait and it was all there from the beginning. No lies, no cheats no “ooooooooh yeah they toooootally love eacother” from the writers and throwing stupid little wanna be hints out there as if to insinuate (I’M STARING AT YOU SUPERNATURAL AND TEEN WOLF) and then totally going OOOOOPS WE LIED (Still staring at spn and teen wolf) and not keeping word like they said

I’m happy that it’s an honest queer/gay couple and there’s no lies.

everyone always assumes draco knows so much about wine but in reality he knows shit but everyone at the fancy wizarding events always goes to him for his opinion on the wines and I NEED SOMEONE to draw draco a la april ludgate at the wine tasting event just bullshitting his way through “I’m getting notes of dried hippogriff blood, old dirty doxy eggs, and just a hint of a crup’s bath water” it’s how he keeps harry entertained at events bc he knows harry hates going to them

Thank You!

Hi everyone! I just wanted to take a minute and say how thankful I am for all of you. I never dreamed I would get the amount of support that I have and I look through my activity feed every day and see your comments on my posts or your tags with my CC and it always brightens my day. Your enthusiasm and excitement and such lovely messages really keep me going and I appreciate it more than I can truly express. I am so lucky to have such wonderful followers and I just want you all to know that I’m extremely grateful for all of you. <3

hey… on the note of nsfw art in the SU fanbase

i don’t see anything morally reprehensible about it personally BUT

we all need to remember that this IS a children’s show and we, as older/adult fans of the show, need to take on the responsibility entailing that so that we can keep places outside of tumblr safe for children. if we’re going to produce content inappropriate for kids to see we need to KEEP it here on tumblr. so basically what i’m asking is

is it possible we could stop tagging posted nsfw art in the main #steven universe tag and just keep it within the respective gemshipping (or other adult ships) tags?? kids won’t be searching for ship names, and omitting the su tag from your post gives it a much lower risk of showing up through google

i know there’s already a project to help clean up su-related search results, and i think that’s wonderful!! i just feel like this extra precaution could help out everyone a bit more

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The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.

To anyone who might still be following this:  @sarahexplosions suggested potentially bringing the gleeclub back around so that people can have something a little bit brighter on their dash to break up the endless parade of bad news.  My first thought was – man, I’m doing a lot of shit, I don’t know about that – and then my second thought was – Literally, this is just hitting the reblog button; it’s probably not gonna be that hard.

So fuck it.  @gleeclub-gleeclub is back open for business.  I’m gonna run through the old posts and set up a queue.  I’m also going to run through some Glee tags today and put some new stuff in.  If there’s anything you want me to see, we take submissions, and there’s also the ask box, and you can also just reblog it and tag @gleeclub-gleeclub and I’ll keep an eye on notifications.  Or I can add people as members if they want to be added AND if they tell me how to do it because I don’t currently know how.

Break out the confetti cannons and summon the freakishly talented McKinley Jazz Band.  The glee club is back.