i just really wanted to gif this part

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i don’t know where i was going with this one .. i just really wanted a character theme with nifty features so i attempted to whip something up and here’s the result ! almost everything is customizable via the appearance options but if you know a bit of html that would help too if you wish to edit the content of the tabs. this was a bit of an experiment for me and i’m only human so if you find any issues with the code or if you need help installing it feel free to shoot me a message !


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I will softly pull away
In this broken beautiful mess I’ve made
And in the dead and quiet I will slowly fade
In this masterpiece I made

I’ll burn out and slip away
And this just a part I portray
You’re beautiful, can I hide in you and stay here?

Hush now they’ll hurt you till your heart melts
They know you’re lonely
And they will only break your heart
And this masterpiece will tear you apart

Tried to make a short animation (emphasis on tried) cause I really liked those lyrics and seems to match well with this side of the square. 

This is also a wink to another show I really like so if someone guesses which show, I will draw something for them. Whatever they want (except nsfw)


“i don’t know how to say goodbye”

the lift kiss for @snowscharming ❤​ part ii of your valentine’s gift!

[part i]


Listen, Noora Amalie Sætre. You’re a smart girl. You have to understand that every time you reject me I only want you more and more. So if you really want to get rid of me, just go on a date with me. Stop playing hard to get. Are you done now? No, one more thing… Fucking hell, you’re beautiful. 

This is something that I wanted to mention to everyone. This exact moment out of this entire interview. (If no one knows of this interview, they were talking about hairstyles and Key pointed out her hairstyle and she was like “I like pink.” But he wasn’t talking about color. He’s had crazy colors. We all know he was bashing her hairstyle.) He was definitely speaking in English when it was directed at her and it was very short and to the point. He is literally laughing at the fact that she misunderstood what he was actually implying. Everyone at this part was literally just wanting to get the fuck out of there. Jonghyun wanted to roll his eyes so far to the back of his head that it looked like something from a horror film. Taemin didn’t really ‘understand’ what was happening. And I mean in the sense of why they were there. Minho was keeping professionalism and kudo’s to him, but EYK also forgot that Onew is also completely fluent in English. Everything that she was saying made him even more irritable than he already was. And the fact that she wasn’t speaking in Korean entirely, but spoke the language of ‘koreaboo’ clearly made him even more irritated. Also the fact that she didn’t even give them a choice whether or not to speak English for their fans was rude of her; even more so when she shoved the mic (basically) in his face after clearly hearing him say ‘no’ just goes to show how much they don’t give two shits if kpop idol’s speak English or not. It’s either do or do with them and that it’s only a matter of discussion when they feel it needs to be judged and critiqued by two people that are no longer English teachers. 

He Doesn’t Deserve to Own You – Part 2 (Part 1)

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

A/N: I don’t know why but I just really needed a part 2 to this one, enjoy! P.S. Sorry to any Spencer fans, I don’t know why but I really wanted Daryl to punch Spencer out.


It has been over a week since the incident with Spencer and subsequently since you and Daryl had been nearly inseparable, in every sense of the word. Ever since that night Daryl had stood up for you and had shown how he really felt about you, you thought about nothing and no one but Daryl. It was almost like the part of your life spent pining for Spencer was nothing more than a bad dream. No one could satisfy you like Daryl, something he proved every time he touched you, hell even every time he looked at you.

You watched from afar as Daryl helped load guns into the infirmary, his strong, sweaty muscles flexing with ever heavy object he moved, seemingly effortlessly. You watched Daryl from the street across the way, as you sat on a grassy spot within the courtyard, that looked just across from it. You licked your lips, feeling aroused just watching him do menial tasks.

Fuck. You have to stop this Y/N.People are bound to notice you can’t concentrate on anything but him. You complain to yourself in your head, but never break eye contact with the scene in front of you.

From the corner of your eye you see a familiar figure and tense a little as Spencer appears in front of you, seemingly going about his own business, walking across your view to the front gate. You do not break your eye contact with Daryl, on purpose, as to not even look or make contact with Spencer. You two had not spoken since the incident and you’d like to keep it that way.

You keep your gaze fixed as Spencer slows his steps and looks at you, expecting a reaction out of you. Don’t give him a damn minute. You think to yourself, keeping your gaze and mind focused on Daryl, who is about 50 yards ahead of you, unaware you are there and unaware of Spencer’s presence. If he had been aware, Daryl would have already been over here in his face, but your man was a hard worker and was focused on the task at hand.

After a moment or two you realized Spencer was not going to go anywhere until you gave him his reactions. You quickly snapped your head over to where he was standing, breaking your gaze with Daryl.

You looked at him annoyed. “What?” You said flatly and tried to stare through him with hatred.

You look at him and see his face is down trodden and irritated. He looks at you and then looks over at Daryl.

“That’s how it is huh?” Spencer scoffed angrily.

“Had I known you’d give it up for just anyone…. Maybe I was wrong about you.” He said angry, but with a glint of lust in his eyes.

You flatly roll your eyes and return your gaze.

“Go away, Spencer.” You say with little to no emotion in your voice.

“He must be one good fuck.” Spencer replies and walks over to me positioning his tall body, hovering over me, sitting in the grass. I look directly around him disgusted and trying to hold my composure, feeling sick to my stomach.

“I’m not interested Spencer, get the fuck away from me.” You say, more commanding this time.

He kneels down and puts his face nearly inches away from mine, I force myself to look into his eyes with flat determination.

“That’s not what you were saying last week baby…” He said thickly as he looked me up and down and licked his lips.

“I heard the way you fuck, I was wrong about you… Maybe I do want a taste.” He said, licking his lips again and staring at your breasts.

You fold your arms defensively and coldly look in his eyes.

“I’m fucking taken Spencer, get out of here before I have Daryl come over here.” You stare him down.

The mention of Daryl’s name triggers slight fear in him as he stands up and takes a step back, looking over to the infirmary again, double checking that Daryl had not spotted him. He smirks, watching Daryl go about his business.

“Daryl ain’t gonna be around all the time for you to hide behind Y/N… When he’s not, I bet I can make you feel that ache you once had for me again.” Spencer said winking sleazily and slightly grabbing his crouch.  You roll your eyes in disgust and try not to feel threatened, pulling your already crossed legs up, hugging them closer with your arms and pulling them closer to your chest, as to try and feel more protected.

“Fuck off, Spencer.” You spit back, staring straight ahead with determination.

“I’ll catch you later, Y/N.” He says cockily and stiffly walks away, to do who knows what or who. You don’t even look at him as he leaves, now staring solidly and determinedly at the tar road in front of you, trying not to give in to all the anger you are feeling.

Who the fuck does that douche think he is? You think angrily to yourself. Angry was better than fearful and you’d be damned if a piece of shit like that make you feel afraid. You were staring straight ahead, rocking back and forth, trying to hold on to your anger, when you were startled by a hand waving in front of your face. Your head snaps away from the scene that just took place and you realize that the hand is Daryl’s and he is trying to get your attention.

You look up at him, trying to shake your anger, and you smile up at him.

“Hey, you.” You smile happily, the moment your eyes meet his.

His loving gaze returns your own and he sits down beside you, bumping his shoulder to yours, slightly resting his head onto your shoulder for a moment before sitting back up and looking at you curiously.

“Everything alright?” Daryl asked, concerned at your odd behavior.

“Yeah.” You respond quickly and your eyes dart, for the first time, toward the asshole who made you upset in the first place.

Daryl follows your gaze and sees Spencer with his arm cocked up on the fence with Michelle pinned under it, a glint of lust in her eyes as she lifts her hips toward him. Spencer leans into whisper something into her ear and while doing this he turns his gaze and looks directly at you, thrusting his hips into Michelle a little more, putting on a show.

“Is he fucking serious?” Daryl asked, now enraged, as he began to try and stand up. Before he could you catch him and pull him back down, kneeling in front of him.

“He’s an ass, Daryl. Let it be. I got what I want.” You say seriously and force Daryl to focus back onto you and your eyes. Once your eyes meet his, he relaxes a little.

“Besides, the best thing we can do is show him exactly how much I have who and what I need.”

With this you straddle Daryl in broad daylight, in front of everyone, and begin to devour his lips. You put one of his hands on your ass, as the other caresses and pulls your hair, lightly. You moan as his lips move and swirl around your tongue in a fast and passionate motion. You take his other hand and put it on the other side of your ass, as you begin to gently ride him.

His lips leave your mouth and turn their attention to your sweet spot, just below your right earlobe, as he begins to suck on your neck. You shut your eyes sharply in pleasure, already so wet for him.

You turn in Spencer’s direction, as Daryl sucks you hard on your neck, you look at Spencer and moan out loud as your man engulfs your sweet spot. Spencer winces in pained anger and you turn back to Daryl and moan into his ear.

“Baby. I need you so much. You’re the only one I need. You know that right?” You say as you force him off your neck, to look deeply into your eyes. He nods quickly as you feel him harden underneath you. You smile at him and kiss him roughly one more time.

“We shouldn’t do this here. But I need you now, baby.” You seductively whisper in his ear as he growls quietly into your neck, in agreement.

Suddenly, his hands on both sides of your ass smack once more, really hard, as he puts you on the ground. He stands up and offers you his hand, you take it laughing a little, excited for what was to come. You stand and face him, with nothing but playful lust in your eyes, forgetting about everyone around you. You grab Daryl’s shoulder and jump onto his waist wrapping both legs around him as he catches you, bracing both of his strong arms under your ass as he holds you in his arms. You devour each others mouths longingly, as he walks you both down the street, somewhat blindly and staggering, towards his house. You laugh out loud in glee as he stumbles a little, breaking your kiss on his mouth and attacking his neck with your lips, so that he can see a little better as he carries you toward bliss.

You crash into his house as you had done how many times before since that first night, every moment you could get away, you did. He is still holding you in his arms, with your legs wrapped tightly around him as he pulls you directly in the living room and shoves you onto a small, but sturdy, nightstand table in the corner of the room. Your ass crashes down onto it, hard and you moan a little.

“Daryl! The door!” You giggle a little, in both excitement and worry.

He grunts in dismay and unwraps you from around his waist.

“Stay here.” He commands and goes running to shut and lock the door.

He slams it shut, locks it, and comes running back to you as you giggle even harder at his raw attraction. You open your legs up to him again, in his return to you.

His lips crash into yours harshly with a certain sense of immediacy. He really wanted you so bad right now. Your pussy got wet just thinking of how badly he wanted to be inside you, the feeling was mutual.

As he is passionately swirling his tongue around yours, you feel his hand trace down your cheek, jawline, collarbone, the side of your breast – where he stopped to massaged and flick your nipple, through your shirt a couple of times.

“Oh yeah, Baby!” You break your kiss, to cry out to him.

He smiles and pulls your hair back slightly, before crashing his mouth back into yours, fucking your tongue with his own.

His hand roughly traces and grabs down to your side, across your stomach, and down to your waistline. He shoves his hand eagerly down into your shorts, under your panties, and starts massaging your already soaking wet clit.

“Fuck, Y/N. You are so wet for me.” He says, breaking the kiss again long enough to stare into your eyes lustful and ready.

You stare back and whimper a little, having lost all control over your body. You arch into him, staring into his eyes intently.

“I am so ready for you baby.” You moan arching into him again, he pulls your hair back at the same time, and begins to devour your neck, harshly nibbling underneath your chin and all the way up to your earlobe. Once he is there he flicks it between his teeth and harshly sucks on the soft spot just below it, making you scream out his name in pleasure.

“Daryl!” You cry out in voluntarily.

He moans as your whole body arches into him.

He continues to trace your folds and circle your clit a few more times before shoving two fingers inside your pussy. You arch up in pleasure again.

“Oh my god, yes!” You cry out writhing into his hands.

His fingers start to pump into you slowly at first, but as you writhe he obeys and begins to fuck you faster with his fingers, all the while rubbing your clit with his thumb. His tongue sucks and licks into your sweet spot, pulling your earlobe into his mouth to flick it over and over with his tongue. He breathes purposefully heavily behind your ear as he harshly sucks on your flesh there, you moan over and over at the sensation.

You continue to pump yourself onto his hand, harder and harder, he pumps three fingers in, knowing you are about to cum.

Your head rockets back, hitting hard against the wall, but you couldn’t feel anything other than the ecstasy Daryl was showing you.

Daryl pumped his fingers in and out of you with such force you thought you’d cum so hard you’d shatter to pieces.

“Fuck yeah, baby, right there!” You cried out as he pumped his fingers into you harder and harder, making sure to hit your clit with his thumb every time you thrust onto his digits.

You erratically began to thrust faster and harder against him

“Cum for me baby.” Daryl growled into your ear, causing all the right vibrations to hit your body.

With his breath in your ear and his fingers fucking you just right, you thrust onto him, long and grueling onto your clit and came, hard.

“Yes… Daryl! Yes!!” You cried out as you cum around his fingers. Daryl pumped his fingers into you a few more times, deep, to make sure your pleasure was as long and lasting as it could be.

Once you came he removed his finger, licked his tongue up and down your neck, and growled in your ear.

“You are so damn sexy when you cum.” He says, removing his lips from you and backing away, he takes the three fingers that were in you and engulfs them in his mouth, licking you off him

“Mmmm.” He moans as he laps up your juices off his digits, closing his eyes.

You moan, already turned on again and begin playing with your breasts over your shirt, watching him lick his fingers. You stand up suddenly and strip off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in only your bra and panties.

Daryl’s attention turns back to you with lust in his eyes. You walk over to him and rip off his shirt, from the bottom of his abdomen, he lifts his arms in compliance, as you rip it off of his muscular body, throwing it to the floor. You then begin to unbutton his pants, suddenly in such a hurry to taste him. He chuckles a little as you drop to your knees, frustrated the fabric won’t give way as fast as you need it to. You finally get the jeans down past his hips and his big, hard cock pops out, fully erect.  You lick your lips at the site, but continue to help him pull off his jeans. He lifts one knee up at a time as you undress him as fast as you can and throw the frustrating fabric out of your way. You kneel before his magnificent naked body and before his huge cock. You had never been with anyone so well endowed and fuck did it feel good. You feel the urge to touch yourself at the sight of him, but try to focus on what you wanted to do for him.

You smile up at him, licking your lips, as you grab his cock in your hand. Never taking your eyes off him you guide it into your mouth, slowly teasing his tip, as your tongue swirls around and around in a fast motion.

Daryl’s head juts back at the sensation.

“Fuck yeah, Y/N!” He cries out uncontrollably, before returning his intent gaze on you sucking him off. You smile with his cock still in your mouth and begin to take as much of his shaft into your throat as you could, you bob up and down, throat fucking his huge cock, as you hear him moan in delight, only making you want to go deeper. He grabs your hair with his hand and roughly starts pushing you in and out of him harshly.

“Fuck yeah, baby.. oh yeah. That feels so good.” He cried out, as you suck him off, tasting his salty sweetness already.

He stops and pulls you out of his mouth. You look up at him with a lustful smile.

“Get back up there.” He orders nodding to the side table you had been perched on before.

You nod in agreement as you hop back on the small table against the living room wall.

He growls. He is so turned on right now and is ready to fuck the shit out of you. He crashes his mouth into you, and his hands roam down to unclip your bra, you help him and undo it completely, throwing it to the ground. Meanwhile Daryl struggles with your underwear, suddenly you cry out in pleasure as he smacks your ass hard and lifts it with one quick motion, tearing your panties of and throwing them behind him.

He groans in pleasure seeing how wet your pussy is.

As he runs his fingers slightly up and down your folds and encircles your wet clit, you arch up screaming in pleasure.

“Oh my god! Yes, please I need you inside me.” You cry out.

Suddenly, you feel him line his huge cock up to your center and slam it into your tight pussy. The side table slams against the wall in response, along with your ass.

“Fuck, yeah baby!” You cry out in pleasure.

He smiles at your response and thrusts into you just as hard again, and again, until all you can hear it the sound of the table slamming against the wall, in reaction to him slamming into your body and hitting your clit harder and harder, faster and faster.

You slam your hips back into his, in response, making the sensation even better. You cry out as loud as you ever have as he grabs your hips and smacks your ass a few times.

“Fuck yeah!” You cry out, causing him to smack you again.

His thrusts become long and hard as he fills all of you and hits your clit repeatedly, making sure to put as much pressure as he could onto it.

“Faster baby.” You cry out, longing to feel your release.

He obliges and fucks you faster and harder as your ass and the table slam into the wall so hard, you think it may break. You pull him closed to you and kiss him hard on the lips, so hard you thought you may draw blood.

You are bouncing up and down as his cock fucks you hard, you look at him as he stares intensely at you and your bouncing body, in all its glory. He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it passionately and harshly. You cry out in pure pleasure and press his head to your breasts, as he plays with them both for a minute, before coming back up to your mouth and crashing his lips against you again. He breaks the kiss and leads back, all the while staring into your eyes, while fucking you.

“Cum for me baby…” he commands as he pulls you closer and his hips push you nearly through the wall, roughly. He starts thrusting faster and faster onto your clit and you feel yourself close to climax.

“Yeah baby… just like that.. harder… faster… Yes! Yes! Yes!!!” You cry out as you cum hard onto his huge cock, you moan in so much pleasure you thought you might explode.

He thrusts become harder and erratic after he feels you cum around him and he fucks you into the wall, hard.

“Oh Fuck Y/N!!!” he cries out, thrusting his hips into you and into the wall, causing so much pleasurable pressure you both cry out again together, as he holds you into it and cums inside you.

He thrusts a couple more times as you moan in happiness and then slips out of you, kissing your forehead sloppily.

You look up at him with satisfied, yet still lustful eyes, and pull his mouth to yours for one more long passionate kiss. He rests his head on your shoulder’s tired out and you kiss his forehead tenderly. You unwrap your legs and let them dangle below the side table. Daryl growls satisfied into you.

“That was fucking amazing, baby.” He said.

“You are fucking amazing, baby.” You smile and he looks up at you with serious eyes, only to begin to devour your mouth, yet again.


Later that evening, after a couple more rounds with each other, and one exhausted nap, you both emerge again from the house to walk down the street to where everyone was having dinner. It was easier to ration dinner when everyone ate together. So it had become normal for everyone in the town to all gather together when it was time.

Daryl grabbed your hand into his and you both walked satisfied, side-by-side, toward the smell of the food and the sound of the laughter. You rested your head on Daryl’s shoulder as you sighed happily and continued on your way.

You both sat down, by Carol, Rick, and Michonne, and laughed and talked all through the unmemorable meal. Daryl noticed Spencer staring at you both, yet again, from down the table. He scoffed angrily, as his blood again began to boil. That boy is getting on my nerves. Daryl thought to himself. You did not notice, as you were focused on a story Rick was telling.

Daryl noticed Spencer slip away, and Daryl kissed you on the forehead and excused himself for a moment. You smiled happily at the feel of his lips on your forehead, closing your eyes for a moment, as if to take the sense in as deep as you could. You hear Rick chuckle a little and your eyes snapped back open, forgetting you were not alone. You laugh and smile at him, in response.

“Shut up.” You say playfully and watch your man saunter of, with that stride that you loved so much.

“I didn’t say a word.” Rick laughed playfully, raising his arms in the air, smirking.

Daryl followed Spencer down the street, he appeared to be headed toward his house. Spencer stops in his own yard and is about to walk up the stairs to his home, when he feels a hand suddenly on his shoulder, that whips him around. Bam! He feels a fist ram straight into his jaw, hard, and he falls to the ground. Bam! He gets hit once more, this time on the eye, as he is laying there trying to regain his senses.

Suddenly, Spencer sees Daryl get up from the ground, staggering back, and breathing heavily, his chest pumping up and down with adrenaline, and hate in his eyes.

“Don’t know what the fuck is your problem, but ya need to stop staring at my girl. She is mine and she doesn’t want anything to do with your piece of shit ass.” Daryl growled loudly and paced back and forth a little, trying to restrain himself from hitting him anymore, like he desperately wanted to.

“I hear that you even look at her wrong, let alone make her feel uncomfortable again, I will end you.” He says dead serious. Spencer crawls back on the grass, clutching his eye in pain and look at Daryl in fear.

“Okay.” He hands go up. “Got the message loud and clear, she’s yours.” He says backpedaling until he finds the stairs to his porch. He sits on the first step clutching his eye.

Daryl strides over and puts his face inches from Spencer’s, looking intently at him.

“I fucking mean it. Stay the fuck away from her. I won’t tell you again.” He says matter-of-factly, waiting for Spencer to nod, before removing his face from Spencer’s and quickly striding off back toward the dinner party.

Daryl sits back down next to you, his chest huffing up and down as the adrenaline begins to subside from his body. You notice and look over at him worriedly, you never like to see him worked up like that.

“Everything okay?” You ask a little worried.

Daryl takes a deep breath and calms his breathing, looking at you with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.

“Everything is just fine, baby.” He says in soft tone, one that contradicts his earlier behavior, but you melt into him anyway.

He rests his forehead against yours for a moment and smiles at you, pulling you into a soft, gentle kiss. He pulls away, kisses you on your forehead and turns back to finish his meal, grabbing your hand into his under the table.

-Part three of Leave (The final addition to the trilogy)-
Criminal Minds (Spencer Reid/Reader)

If you need to catch up, Here’s Leave and Gone.

I also want to thank everyone that sent in requests for this part and gave me feedback on the others. I really do appreciate each and every one of you, and I truly hope you enjoy this final part to the “Leave” Trilogy! Much love! -Lex


     "You used to say I made you feel safe.“ He mumbled, and a small whisper finally escaped me.
     "That is gone.”
     When his hand fell away, and he looked to the ground with wide eyes, as if he had just taken a blow to the stomach, I took my chance to get away. I ran out of the library and to my car, getting in and locking the doors as I sat in the front seat, leaning my head backwards and sighing as tears built in my eyes.

     I knew it had been a lie as soon as the words slipped from my lips. Just at the sight of him, of his long hair and tall frame, his coat and scarf, his warm brown eyes, his hands holding the book as if it was the most fragile thing he had ever touched, everything I saw in him caused me to stop in my tracks as a feeling of comfort overwhelmed all of my senses. It was if I could still feel when he would wrap his arms around me after a long day. When he would mumble that he loved me into my hair as he went to kiss the top of my head. I felt as if I had been away for a while, and I was finally home again.
     But I could not show that. Not with what he had done to me.
     And so, I lied. I wanted to hold him closer than I had ever done before, but I ran. I wanted to talk to him about everything, but I silenced him with one hushed statement. I wanted to laugh with him, but I broke him. But then again, wasn’t that what he had done?
     We had been together for so long, but he ended it so quickly. We had loved, and he called it a lie. We had laughed, but it ended in screams. We had felt so much, but it ended in a blur of numb reaction. We had been so alive, but he stomped the flame to a black, cold, death.
     But even knowing all of this, I loved him. I still do.
     I sighed as I watched the road, headlights speeding by me as I tried to stay focused. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I got off of my exit and sighed. The intro to “Livin’ On A Prayer” was seeping through the speakers as I pushed the gas petal down, my eyes stopping on the clock. 11:43 P.M.
     “You’re music taste is odd.” Spencer smirked as he looked at me from the passenger’s seat.
     "How so?“ I asked, ready to get defensive as soon as he had said it.
     He smiled, picking up my phone and unlocking it to get to my music list. "Y/n, you have Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra in this playlist, but then you have Beethoven and Chopin, and you scroll two songs down from David Bowie to find AC/DC, Guns-N-Roses, and Five Finger Death Punch.” He started to laugh as I rolled my eyes. “Oh, and I can’t leave out your love for Skrillex.”
     "Shut up Spencer. I like Daft Punk too.“ His laugh became louder when I mumbled this, and I smiled at the sound of it.

     The sound of a horn startled me, and I jumped as I realized I had drifted into the other lane, and an incoming car was relentlessly laying on their horn. My senses were overtaken by the bright white of the headlights as they moved closer and closer with every passing moment. My breath caught in my throat for a moment as my eyes widened.
     I pulled on the steering wheel frantically, barely making it out of the way in time. I pulled onto the side of the road, parking and turning off the radio. I set my head against the steering wheel, shaking as tears built in my eyes. "I can’t do this anymore.” I mumbled to myself, picking up my head and taking a deep breath. I wiped the fallen tears from my cheeks, turning off the radio and putting the car in reverse to turn around.
     When I parked and turned off the car, I sat in the welcoming silence. I bit at the inside of my cheek as I thought about everything that had happened.
     "You have to leave.“
     "I don’t love you!”
     "I want you to go!“
     "He’s gone.”
     "You’re scared of me?“
     "That is gone.”

     Every memory of everything that had happened flooded my mind, but I shook it away as I got out of the car. I walked up to the door, staring at it. The aquamarine color seemed faded, especially in the dark.
     I smiled at the bright color of his front door when I saw it the first time. “I fully blame that door on the previous owners.” Spencer defended himself as we walked up, and he pulled out his keys.
     "I like it.“ I smiled gently as he held the door open for me and I walked in. "It’s a nice color.” He smiled gently, shaking his head as he shut the door and helped me with my jacket, hanging it on a nearby hook.

     I knocked on the door lightly, and a part of me hoped he wouldn’t answer. But, he did. The door opened slowly, and Spencer peeked around it. His eyebrows came together as his tongue darted between his lips and I looked down. I froze as I stared down at the ground, knowing he had seen me. The door opened fully, and he stood in the doorway silently for a moment. “I’m sorry I can go. I don’t know wh-” I went to turn away as I spoke, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him.
     "I’m so sorry Y/n.“ Tears instantly built in my eyes as he looked down at me. "For everything. I didn’t mean a word of it. I have loved you from the very fist time I met you in that library. I love your voice and your laugh and your smile and your music choice and every other thing you do.”
     I didn’t know what to say, but out of instinct, I tried to pull away. “No.” He pulled me to his chest quickly, wrapping his arms around me, one of his hands tangling in my hair and holding my head to his chest. “Please,” he gasped, and his shaking chest and voice told me his was crying as I wrapped my arms tightly around his, clutching onto his vest as if he would disappear if I let go. “Please stay.”

Please feel free to send in your opinion! I appreciate any and all feedback! Thanks so much! Much love! X

Part one of the new sword generation is DONE! Next up is to dynamically change the color of the blade itself and not just the highlights. I think it’s looking pretty good so far. It’s definitely much better than the original system.

It’s also REALLY simple to add more blade shapes and it’s so much fun I could do it forever. Eventually I would like to implement a simple editor in game so that players can create the weapon they want. Maybe make it a special vendor or something. However that would take a lot of work and if I ever get around to do it, it will definitely be something to be added post-launch. Would you guys be interested in something like that?

Falling into lava is the worst way to go: It’s all the most awful parts of drowning and burning mashed together like the devil’s slash fiction. But in reality, it wouldn’t be anything like that. Surprisingly, lava is really fucking hot. We’re looking at temperatures ranging from 1,295 degrees F to 2,282 degrees F when it first breaks the surface. A bed of lava is a giant liquid crematorium that is unlikely to gulp you down, if only because you’ll burn to death first.

But even if you cannonballed into a volcano wearing a heat-suit – because fuck cancer, you’re going out awesome – you still wouldn’t drown in it. Lava is over three times heavier and denser than water, with at least 100,000 times the viscosity. It’s borderline impossible for a human being to sink in it. You wouldn’t dramatically sink like Arnold at the end of T2 – you’d just shatter and burn up so quickly you wouldn’t have time to give a thumbs-up, much less the elaborate double bird you’ve been practicing.

5 Ways Movies Say You Can Die (That Science Says Are Wrong)

I want to share something that I think only you people on tumblr understand and that is that:
I am deeply and profoundly in love with Will and Hannibal. Something about their connection just touches me in a way that is almost too much to verbalize. I believe that Hannibal - by the use of symbolism - tells a much more complex story than the surface reveals. Hannibal is a cannibal and murderer on the show - but what series REALLY portrays is a man who decides, for the first time in his life, to show his darkest parts to someone else. And doing so actually is the boldest thing in the world. To be ,seen’ in all your most shameful and destructive flaws and to still be loved and accepted. I guess that’s the deepest wish we all share. I don’t know if I have ever seen anything more beautiful in my life - even though on the surface we see a sick, twisted relationship and two people fighting each other in agony. But what we see too is the true level of grief that comes with abandonment..and the sadness that can linger for years. We also see acts of vulnerability that are the only way to real intimacy - on both sides. The reality behind it is true connection and belonging and I don’t think I will ever find the words to describe what Hannibal has done to my soul. How it has enriched me, every part of me and taken a hold on my entire being. I love this show. I love the characters so so much. Yes I find it sexy and special and extremely desireful that they are portrayed by two men. But that is not the major point. The most important thing about Hannibal is that it has showed me again, that good storytelling can transcent real life - can be even more meaningful or powerful than a rel life experience and that in the very end it can even change the world by changing individual people. I thank the actors, the writers and the showrunner for this amazing gift. And I think at least some of you here will know what I mean and understand…

This part is long as hell but I just couldn’t shorten it any further. It’s also kind of feelsy so if you want to really tug on your heartstrings (as I know some of you sick lil shits will - myself included) then play this song when you read the line “I always did have the worst luck.” As requested by @delicatelygrandtraveler, @sxnali, @arabella-loves-coffee, and @meganlpie; this is the latest chapter of Plague - enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: I read part 6 today almost as soon as you posted it. It’s fantastic! There is going to be another part, right?


Omg the feeeeeels from part 6 of Plague! It was so profund and emotional, it was a challenge for both of them

I am LOVING Plague! Loki is one of my favorite characters and you write him so well! I cannot wait to read the next part!

Plague (Part 7)

Part 6

Thor was careful returning to Loki’s room as he had just seen you leaving it. One half of his brain argued with the other as it collectively questioned what had ensued since he’d been gone. He wanted to believe that you had been sensible and had begun your separation from his brother, but the more naïve part of him hoped he wasn’t so bad that you would feel obligated to abandon him. It was difficult being the closest thing Loki had to a friend, and so desperately did Thor want him to be well again.  

He just knew that there must be good still remaining within his brother; there had to be. If his work with the Avengers didn’t bring it forth, then perhaps you could. Loki clearly was more… willing to try the latter method. As he stood contemplating such things, he realised that several minutes had passed. Shaking his mane of hair, Thor slipped quietly into the room to see that Loki was curled up under the covers. 

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Ugh, I know right? But I guess you can’t, like, get into people’s heads and change what they think. Oh… maybe we can? 

Yeaaah if we just shrink down really little…

tbh I’m still surprised by this scene. It’s funny, it’s cute. It shows a lot of effort on Amethyst’s part. She wants Peridot to stay. Not bubbled and put away, but to join them, be their friend. She even tries to come up with a plan.

I really love this part. Steeljaw was disappointed because his plan didn’t work and we don’t see him mistreating his subordinates (the thing that he throw it wasn’t intentional to hurt Clampdown) , he just want to be alone and we can see frustration in his face, I like to see that in a leader, more in a Decepticon leader because they always portrait them like releasing their frustration mistreating their subordinates or just destroying everything (Megatron in TFP for example), but Steeljaw no, he just want to be alone and deal with his frustration and not show to his fellows decepticons his frustrations.

Hey guys! Here’s the second part of ‘Drunk in Love’. Again it is in the same universe as my ‘friday night’ imagine. It is the sequel to my last imagine ‘Christmas Party’ which I recommend you read first.

Make sure to give it a little ‘heart’ when your finished ready.


Back story: You and Louis had slept together a few times since the night you had met but he was a little more interested then you. You were a little worried he’d want a relationship and being in a long distance relationship with a pop star wasn’t something you desired. You had been in a long distance relationship before and it had ended badly. You didn’t want another one.

You were just really good friends with Liam.

Drunk in Love (Part 2):

10 minutes later you heard the knock at the door. You thought for a moment about pretending to be asleep, so you wouldn’t have to deal with all this, however even from your room you could hear the two of them groaning from the other side of the door. You knew it was only a matter of time before the neighbours would hear it too and complain.

You opened the door. They both looked hideous except for the mischievous grins they both had planted on their faces. They thought they were super cute for coming over and annoying you. They were very wrong.

“Hey babe,” Liam said, slightly pushing past you to slop onto your couch, quickly reaching for the remote and finding something to watch.

You didn’t even feel the need to respond; you just rolled your eyes and looked over to see what Louis was going to do. He looked a little drunker then Liam had and was having a lot of trouble standing up.

“Hey love,” he said, his grin turning into a small shy smile. You stepped to the side and let him in too. You both stood in silence for a few minutes.

“Can I get you some water?” you asked, breaking the awkward silence.

Louis looked up at you. “Yeah please.”

Liam decided to be cute and echoed Louis. “Yeah please.”

You rolled your eyes again.

After getting the water for the boys you decided you really didn’t want to deal with this and declared you were going to bed.

That was when Louis lightly grabbed your arm.

“Y/N. Please can we talk.”

You were tired. You were upset and you really didn’t want to talk to him.

“No Louis I…” before you could even finish what you were saying he put his hand over his mouth and ran to the bathroom, vomiting up everything he had drank tonight into your toilet.

Even though you were angry with him he was still your friend and he needed you right now. You went into the bathroom and sat next to him of the tiled floor.

After a few minutes he looked so sad and destroyed. He rested his head on the cupboard next to the toilet.

“I’m so sorry love.”

You chuckled and moved the hair out of his eyes with your finger. “It’s ok. It’s not like I haven’t had to deal with one of you boys vomiting in my toilet before.”

He looked up at you soulfully. “I don’t mean about the vomiting. Well I do but I’m also just sorry about everything. The fight, my stupid jealousy and I know I should have called I just didn’t know what to say and…”

You covered his lips with your finger. You realised in that moment you knew how sorry he was and you had forgiven him.

“It’s ok Louis. I forgive you.”

He gave you a small smile and began to shut his eyes. You knew you needed to get him into bed or he was going to pass out on the bathroom floor.

“Hey Lou. Wake up yeah? Let’s get you into bed.”

He mumbled something and slowly opened his eyes, attempting to get up from the floor. You knew you had to help him.

Once you had got him into your bed you tucked him in, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. 

Although he hadn’t been as drunk as Louis you decided to go check on Liam who hadn’t made a sound since you guys had left the main room just a few minutes earlier.

He smiled sweetly when you entered the room.


“Hey,” you replied. He was spread out over the couch but lifted his legs so you could sit next to him. When you were sitting comfortably he softly put his legs onto of your, putting himself in his previous position.

You tapped his legs playfully. “How are you feeling? Gonna go vomit in my toilet too?”

He chuckled. “Nah you know me. I hold my liquor a lot better then Tommo.”

You laughed in response. You could remember a few times that was not true.

He laughed back. He knew you were remembering those times at that very moment.

It was silent for a moment before Liam finally spoke up.

“He really is sorry you know. He’s been talking about you all night. Been driving me nuts.” Liam chuckled again.

You laughed in response. “I know,” you said. “I forgave him.”

Liam shuffled further into the couch and closed his eyes, the TV easily forgotten.

“Then my work here is done.”

It was 1:30am when you finally left Liam in the lounge, softly placing a blanket over him and placing some aspirin next to the glass of water for him to take in the morning.

You entered the bedroom and saw that Louis was asleep and spread out. You softly got in beside him, again softly stroking the lose pieces of hair out of his face and nested into the sheets.

A few moments later you felt him place out arm over you waist and hooked one leg over yours. He nuzzled into your neck, sighing sweetly.

He chuckled lightly. “Goodnight Louis.”

He only squeezed you tighter in response.

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