i just want it in my writing tag


The lovely @crossedbeams tagged me to celebrate a female friendship that is important to me and I’m going to try doing that! 

I’m just going to start out by accepting the fact that this won’t be nearly as eloquently written as I want it to be. I don’t even know what to write, and reading the other #FemaleFriendshipFriday posts makes me happy while scaring me to death, but I will try and see where this takes me.. 

I’m used to being around people who don’t lift each other up but instead tear each other apart - and I’m part of this. I see no point in denying it. I used to think I had a healthy, strong relationship to my mom, but a lot of things made me realize that it wasn’t so. We love each other but we have stopped speaking the same language. My hope is that we can find a common ground someday. My family is complicated. But I wouldn’t know what to do without my older sister. She’s without doubt the reason why I’m here today. She challenges me, she keeps me grounded, she makes me see more clearly, she makes me relax, and she makes me hopeful. There tend to be some kind of barrier between us, and I’m not sure we’d be friends if we weren’t sisters, but we are sisters, and it makes me grateful. We couldn’t be more different, I’m fire and she’s water, but it’s magic when we make it work, and we do. 

I also have a little sister, and it’s scary how much we are alike, which makes our relationship complicated. Two Nannas are 1,5 too many. But I love her so incredibly much, and I’m finally starting to be in a position where I can be the sister I’ve wanted to be for such a long time.

The reason why I’m able to do that is because of you. The women of Tumblr. 

I was a completely other person when I first got here. I didn’t really have a sense of direction, I’m not sure I do now, but I feel more comfortable with not knowing. All of you inspire me to do better, to help, to be more selfless, to show up and do my best, to be more honest, and all of you represent something I aspire to be. All of you mostly lift each other up and it’s fantastic and inspiring to see - much needed too.

I am not who I want to be but hopefully I’ll get there. 

Thank you.

Friday, I’m in love... ith your writing (Week 8)

Number 8 is my second favorite number! 

I haven’t been reading that much this last week, I apologize if you tagged me in your stories. I swear I’ll chatch up with my reading soon!


First on this short little list today, I want to introduce you all to this lovely and pretty younge lady that changed her URL recently just to confuse us all… Jk, babe. I love your new URL @purgatoan . Sweet KarolinaRead it with Neil Diamond voice.

You should all go follow her, if you aren’t already I hope you are, she was previously known by loveitsallineed. I’mma let her the link to her MASTERLIST that all of you should check out, and you’ll find not only amazing Reader insert fics but also ships, lost of ships!!

And here, my favorites (Reader inserts)

Mr. and Mrs Smith (Series *smut)

Secret-Hunter!Reader x Dean, Sam never left Standford so Dean got a job near his little brother and that’s where, one night he stumble across Y/N, a medical student by day hunter by night… I been reading this one on AO3

Time To Realize (Series *smut)

Cas x Reader, Sam and Dean are like brothers to you. So when halloween is around the corner they decide to finally take matter into their own hands, forcing you to take a few days off, and let your hair down in the bunker while they work on a case, sending your favorite sngel to keep you company…

The Light and The Darkness (*girl on girl)

I haven’t found too many Female!Character x Female!Reader, this is one of the very few I read and I LOVE IT. Meg 2.0 x Reader (Bonus: a bit of fluff)  

Remember then loveitsallineed >>>> @purgatoan Go follow and check her MASTERLIST!! 

And now I want YOU to follow this amazing author @wheresthekillswitch! Done? Now, READ everything you find in here > MASTERLIST 

I’m gonna give you a sneak peek with my favorite stories

I’m Not Ready to Play Nice 

Fluffy Dean x Reader involving a pretty fun prank war!

Bring Me Some Sugar

I love this little Sam x Reader drabble, I feel identified by the reader’s height problems. I have heard so many short people’s jokes in my life, you have no idea… Ptss, Lee. Maybe some day you could do a second part to this. 

The Morning After 

Confession time, I literally just read this one… MUST READ (Oh, Cas x Reader Drabble)

Please, seriously go through Lee’s ( @wheresthekillswitchMASTERLIST. There are some wonderful stories there! I still haven’t read them all…

There you go, Week 8!

Remember to tag me in all of your SPN related works or if you feel like spreading the love, you can always recomend me some fellow writer so I can fall in love with them as well! Now go READ the works of these marvelous writers, and REMEMBER TO ALWAYS LEAVE FEEDBACK!!

Feedback is the best way to show our love!

Tagging a bunch of people below the cut because I really want this to become a thing.

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new tag for dog training?

Is there alternative dog training tag in DOGBLR (or could we maybe just choose new one lmao) cause I absolutely hate going through ‘dog training’ tag because there’s so much NSFW content?

I would love to follow people who either write/film about obedience, tracking, IPO, mondioring, joring and I NEED TAGS TO FOLLOW because I can not follow everyone here in tumblr (most of you don’t tag anything and I don’t want my dash fulfilled with content I don’t really care about, jeez! Sorry, but it’s just sad that I would love to follow a bunch of people but you just won’t tag. Ever.) and my dash would be so full of content I couldn’t follow up with everything going on in here.

Anyway, I’d love to try out tagging dog training content with a new tag that would be completely new so no one would fulfill the tag with NSFW or other weird content no one wants to see. Anyone with me?

I need help with my project

Okay, so I am working on a project for LGBT+ rights for my art class. Hearts of different genders and sexualities are hidden behind a screen of black and white, but on the screen are quotes of love towards the community, such as Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Love is Love is Love speech. I have decided to do handwritten quotes, so if you’d like, either come up with your own quote or pick a favourite from someone else and write them down. You can submit them to be or tag me in a post of your own, and I will credit your name and/or URL and if you want you can mention what part of the LGBT+ community you are (such as trans or ace or bi or even just an ally) and you’ll be mentioned somehow as a help to my project. Please help spread this, send in your quotes, and thank you. 💚

Also, as a side note: if you are uncomfortable giving out your information, as this is a public project for my class and will possibly be displayed, PLEASE note that you would like to be kept anonymous. REBLOG PLEASE. SPREAD THIS POST. 💚

ilovefusion  asked:

Hey! So I was looking at some of ipkknd fan fiction on wattpad and came across this book where author has put together some prompts which they say they read on Tumblr. Now even though they are not taking credit for the writing I still think they should give credit to original writer. I just started reading and saw one of your prompts! 'Just pretend to be my date' was the name. Do you know about this? If yes then please ignore. I just wanted to bring your attention to it.

Hi @ilovefusion

Nope I didn’t know.

Would you be able to send me a link through wattpad or tag me in a comment on that chapter please?

Thank you very much for letting me know in any case, I really appreciate it.

Edited: Are you talking about the pieces by @ipkkndlove ? Those are hers and I reblogged them on Tumblr but they were never mine :) I made the book cover for her collection though.

anonymous asked:

I just wanted you to know that I love your writing so much. I did not know about spideytorch until I read your work, which to be honest I don't even remember how I found in the first place. Now I'm sad because it's objectively the best ship but has so few works compared to others. Now I'm writing my own hopefully it'll be done soon! So I just wanted to say thank you for all you do and inspiring me to write!

Thank you so much! However you found my work I’m happy that you did and that you’re enjoying it and also Spideytorch, objectively the best ship. And I’m like, totally tongue-tied about inspiring you, but !! thank you for telling me, you made my night. I can’t wait to read your fic! I hope you’ll let me know when it’s posted. I like live in the tag so I’ll see it regardless but I hope you let me knows it’s yours if you’re comfortable doing that <3

  • luke skywalker is terrifying. 
  • no, shut up, come back.
  • you have to understand:
  •  to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
  •  Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
    • so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
    • the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
    • because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
    • and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –
astrological signs in love
  • aries: likes to fall deeply in love with incredibly insecure people and have an explosively passionate, yet volatile relationship... but hey at least it's interesting
  • taurus: likes to pretend they're so heartless that they don't even know how to fall in love, fails terribly every time
  • gemini: likes to fall in (and out of) love with anyone and everyone that crosses their path, multiple times a day. confuses all their friends (and themselves tbh) to the point of not even listening when they talk about love
  • cancer: does not like to fall in love, does it very grudgingly, throws adorable temper tantrum when they get called out on it, sulks, repeat
  • leo: falls in love rarely. completely, 100%, OH MY GOD BARBARA CALL THE POLICE stuck in love when they do. painful to watch honestly, but shit it's cute
  • virgo: likes to fall in love with nerds. every. single. time.
  • libra: likes to fall in love way too fast and make a complete fool of their weirdo selves trying to woo their unsuspecting prey (endearing and surprisingly successful)
  • scorpio: likes to bullshit their way through multiple "serious" relationships for years and years until one day they realize that they're in love w their gross best friend... but in a cute way
  • sagittarius: likes to fall in love from afar and watch the object of their desire go about their daily life, hoping senpai will magically notice them in their quiet little world of reflection
  • capricorn: falls madly in love, shows it, "JESUS WHAT HAVE I DONE", terrifies self and lover with erratic, confused behavior, takes it all back, runs away, pines for months, tries to be friends again and act like nothing happened (until alcohol attacks)
  • aquarius: ?? ?!?! ?? ? :) !! ? :(
  • pisces: likes to fall in love with people who have fallen in love with them, basks in love's glow for a few months, realizes they just needed attention, formulates an escape plan

Well someone once reminds me that Saeyoung wanted a real family..

Saeyoung sleeping with the babies because ha-neul doesn’t want to let go of him. Ha-yun just copying him.

Oh and look finally the mcs appeared in this au. In case you guys don’t know the left one is saeran’s, the right is saeyoung’s. Yeah my au is kinda complicated. I will try to explain later-  😂

The picture of saeyoung and babies is based on a video. Another quickie art of MM before I start cramping myself with commissions.



I am a ROLEPLAY WHORE in general. 

- SHIP WHORE: May it be platonic, romantic or hate ship, I’m definitely up for it. I want realistic relationships for my muses–people who challenge their beliefs and character–and it doesn’t just limit to romance. Specifically, I like ships that contribute to my muse’s character development and my partner’s muse’s development, too.

- PLOT WHORE: I have a lot of plots I want to write (you can see all them in my RP goals tag.) I’m very flexible with them, however, I do have some limits. If an idea makes me feel comfortable, I’d let you know, though. From canon plots down to anime-based plots and the likes. I’d be down with Werewolf / Vampire, Biblical, Apocalypse, Supernatural, you name it, and etc. 

- ANGST WHORE: I love angst. I’m a sucker for it. I live for it. It could be cute angst, dark angst, adventurous angst, or anything mixed with angst. I love to make my muses suffer and throw them into compromising situations. It’s a key to development.

- DEVELOPMENT WHORE: I’m very okay with pre-established relationships and fast-paced relationships, however, I want development to come with it. I want something to change for my muses; I want them to grow. They’re my babies, and as the mun, I want them to mature and change for the better .  .  . or worse.  

- THREAD WHORE: One thread is never enough for me. If I have one thread with you, chances are, I’ll want more. (May it be with the same pair of muses, or another set of muses.) I believe that it just doesn’t take one event/encounter  to make our muse’s relationships and characters flourish. IC asks are also included in the thread. I tend to send asks related to the event/encounter of our characters 

- ASK / MEMES WHORE: Once I get comfortable with you OOC, I tend to send a lot of them. Although sometimes, I’m very hesitant to send them, lest I’d annoy you. If it irritates you, though, please let me know. 

My Writing

Even though everything I write is tagged, I decided to make a masterlist to make it easier to find stuff. Also, I don’t have actual titles for like any of these, so the “titles” are basically just what each one is about. Some of them might have the same names, but they’re different I promise! Also, my requests are always open, so if you want something written, feel free to send it in!









valentine’s day is a terrible day to confess your love

“So,” Maki raises an eyebrow, one hand on her hip and the other playing with her hair in that annoying gesture she always, always seemed to do when unimpressed. “What’s this, exactly?”

Nico hadn’t really prepared an answer – with chocolate in both hands, she would’ve thought the answer to be clear as day. Then again, Nozomi had warned her that probably the only person more dense than herself (thanks, fucker) was the girl in front of her, so, well, perhaps she should have planned for that.

Not that any of Nico’s plans had been going right today, mind you, so what the hell was a plan anyway?

“Uh,” Nico stumbles over words and over herself as she struggles to maintain balance, realising she’s reaching out a little far and Maki still isn’t reaching back to take the chocolates. She maintains eye contact for another few painful seconds before the other girl looks away, turning up the left corner of her mouth and creasing her eyebrows. Nico sweats.

“Uh,” she repeats, hands all damn clammy now, goddamnit Eli why did you make this sound so easy – “Chocolate.”

Maki stares at the poorly-wrapped chocolate sitting in Nico’s palms. It’s probably melting, considering just how unfortunately moist her hands have become under the stare of the most unsettling first year this side of Akiba.

“Homemade,” Nico adds, as if it weren’t perfectly obvious to all who had functional eyes that yes, the slightly melty brown stuff was chocolate, and yes, the clumsy wrapping probably indicated it’d been wrapped by hands equally as clumsy. Maki’s eyes are disconcerting, glancing to the chocolates, to Nico, to elsewhere and back, again and again.

Eli never mentioned just how nervewracking this would be. Nico couldn’t even imagine confessing to that sneaky asshole Nozomi – then again, those two were so incredibly disgusting with each other they probably spewed rainbows from their mouths and made lilies bloom around them when it finally happened.

No, the only thing blooming was the anxiety in Nico’s stomach as Maki continued to be evasive, leaving her standing in quite the uncomfortable position, prostrating herself. Then again, maybe this was just her fault because she’d kinda just shoved them in the girl’s face instead of doing something normal like saying “Happy Valentine’s Day!” or “I’m deeply in love with you, please marry me” or “I am so desperate to get in your pants you’re so hot it kills me I’m begging you”.

“I can see that,” Maki finally says, nodding to herself as if yes, that cleared everything up. Which it didn’t. Probably. You could never really tell with redheads. Or Makis. Or redheads named Maki. Yeah.

Nico wonders exactly how she’s going to explain this to the terrible two she calls her buddies – how she’d completely thrown any semblance of The Plan out the window the moment she’d frozen up until a purple gaze. Then again, The Plan had sort of been a wash from the beginning, considering how every time she’d tried to corner Maki alone in order to enact The Plan, some annoying ginger had waltzed along and ruined her chances of enacting The Plan (Nico made a mental note to kick Rin’s ass, later).

“So…” Maki trails off, halfway between making eye contact and staring at Nico’s open palms, still. Nico jolts back to life, stumbling over words and trying to make sense of her oh so conveniently clumsy tongue before –

“Valentine’s Day – Happy Day. For you. Yes.”

Ah, perfect. Just how she wanted to say it.

Before she trails away to curl up and die somewhere in a hole, Nico debates how best to ask Nozomi to scatter her ashes.

Maki, bless her, looks about as embarrassed for Nico as Nico feels herself, and blushes some pink that probably pales in comparison to the apparent luminescence of the shorter girl’s face. Seriously, she should be charging for the light she’s putting out.

“These are,” Maki hesitates, “for me?”

Nico nods, thanking whichever merciful god decided to give her a helping hand in the form of at least one of them being able to form coherent sentences. She doesn’t trust her own tongue to do the same, considering her last shameful display.

“Oh,” Maki says, voice cracking and freezes. Well, no, freezes is probably a little soft – it’s more like she self-destructs in a gentle, contained kind of way. Her face blossoms into a pretty miasma of blotchy red, and her limbs seize up, hands paused in front of her and mouth just a fraction agape.

Nico would have laughed if she weren’t in the exact same situation, so she instead opts for mumbling “Here,” and storming off.

She finds Nozomi eavesdropping behind the school wall, who promptly guffaws.

“I can’t breathe, Nico,” she wheezes, five minutes later. Nico stands there in despair.

Ten minutes later, Nozomi still isn’t together enough to stand.

(Maki drops the chocolates three times before managing to regain function of her body.)

Unlike most Hobbits, Bilbo did not care very much for the hard work of gardening. At most, he could grow a rather tasty tomato. That was enough of his interest in the matter. He enjoyed flowers and their ilk, of course, and that was why he’d kept a gardener around. 

It made for a lovely scene outside Bag End. One which he could enjoy by settling himself onto the bench, pipe in hand. Some days, the especially sunny ones, he’d snag a sunhat. It was a day like that, though the sun had begun setting its way down the horizon. He had the hat’s brim pulled down over his eyes. 

That sometimes kept passing neighbors and busybodies from bothering him, for they presumed he’d fallen asleep. 

Not always, though, as he heard the telltale sound of someone approaching. His ear twitched, somewhat muffled by the sunhat. Regardless he could recognize the footfalls as they closed in on him. Hobbits rarely made so much noise. 

And, also, unlike any Hobbit, he had a dwarf for a husband. 

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ted tonks hcs bc why not:

  • was going to be a rugby player when he grew up
  • like. his dad used to love it and had that kinda build anyway and would coach ted as he grew up
  • ted goes to a little league after school and his family would crowd around the tv on weekends and watch the game
  • comes from a family of woodcutters. i’m serious
  • grows up watching his dad chop wood and swinging a lil tiny axe of his own and working with like. miniature pieces of wood
  • never had very much?? but had like. the ideal childhood
  • i’m talking living in a cottage in the woods and going to a tiny state school, getting real muddy from trainings and running through bluebell-scattered meadows until his lungs were raw
  • one day he’s working in the yard w his dad when he’s like ten and he stops chopping wood and his dad’s like ‘what’s wrong ted?’ and he sighs and is like ‘dad. i just don’t understand’
  • ‘don’t understand what buddy??’
  • ‘why we have to chop wood when we can just do this’
  • and he makes a really sharp chopping movement with his arm
  • and five feet away the massive hunk of oak his dad’s been hacking away at for the past two hours just. splits clean in half
  • his dad’s mouth is agape and he calls into the cottage like ‘sweetheart! come out here, would you??’
  • and they puzzle around ted for a while and try to work out the kinks but within five minutes of looking at him with really quizzical expressions theyr just like. holy fuck our kid is amazing.
  • and by this time ted is not only smart enough but humble enough to keep it under wraps and he doesn’t even have to do it for very long anyway
  • bc a year a later they get the letter from mcgongall and ted’s dad calls him out to the living room of the cottage and they all start screaming and hugging and crying bc. their little teddy is going to magic school
  • heads straight off to scotland and starts at hogwarts and he fucking loves it
  • like care of magical creatures and herbology and anything v outdoors-y. it reminds him of home
  • he does get v homesick ngl
  • esp for his mum
  • and coming from such a tiny, well-knit community as well?? he really struggled to leave behind all the friends he’d grown up with. his rugby team in particular.
  • but the lie was easy to get around considering that his parents just say that they’re sending him off to a larger boarding school near london where he can pursue rugby
  • and ted was kinda a primary school heartthrob anyway and like. it doesn’t help when he comes back during the holidays looking gorgeous and cheeky and several feet taller than the last time
  • he is. well. he’s gorgeous
  • he grows up before he grows out so there are a few years around the 14-year-old mark when he’s v tall and v lanky but only a few people can tell that he’s set to be one of the most broad-shouldered fucks in the grade
  • and by the time he’s sixteen. well.
  • he gives andromeda black a fucking heart attack
  • bc he waltzes into school on the first day of sixth year and he’s all 6ft and broad, broad shoulders and sandy-coloured hair, these really cheeky bright green eyes and a roguish grin that’s so shit-eating it’s no wonder half the school go into cardiac arrest
  • he practically lives in flannel shirts ngl
  • and it’s not really a surprise that he’s a hufflepuff?? bc like
  • he practically lives in the kitchens and thrives off the warmth and light of it
  • gave quidditch a shot on the recommendation of the school considering the fact that he’d make a great keeper but?? doesn’t really get into it
  • it’s not the same as rugby and he can respect that but it’s not enough for him to get on a broom
  • he’s kinda traditional and straight-laced?? idk it’s just the way his mum raised him
  • courts girls v ceremoniously and has a thing abt flowers and where to buy the best ones in season
  • but yes. holds the door opens, pulls out the chair for them to sit down on, offers to take their coat, etc.
  • classic 1950’s gentlemen ok
  • patronus is probably some kind of terrier let’s be honest
  • struggles w andromeda bc. here he has the most amazing, beautiful woman and he’s just. so enamoured w her but he can’t do anything abt it??
  • he wants to give her all the best things in life and everything that she deserves but he can’t
  • he can’t take her out on dates, he can’t leave her flowers, he can’t tell her he loves her
  • and he respects her boundaries and waits for her every day but it still hurts
  • it hurts not to be with her
  • and that’s how he knows he’s in love with her
  • it’s probably like when they’re sitting at their respective house tables and she’s w her sisters and he’s w his mates and they lock eyes and he’s grinning at her but she can’t smile back
  • and it kills him and the fact that it hurts him so bad just makes him go ‘fuck it’
  • and that’s when he knows
  • goes home as often as he can to visit his parents
  • really wanted a little sister when he was younger and was like?? probably really close to getting one
  • but his mum got sick when he was in hogwarts, when ted’s around the 16/17 mark
  • and she dies and the most lost he’s ever felt is when he’s back in the house w his dad and she’s not there
  • it’s so empty and cold and quiet. like. so fucking quiet
  • his mum probably only met andy once before she died and even though she never got to see them get married she like. fucking knew
  • she fucking knew it and ted tears his whole room apart bc she knew. she knew even when he didn’t. even when none of them knew
  • and he stands in the church yard on the day of the funeral
  • and the grass is incredibly green and the day is incredibly bleak and grey and his dad has never looked so old in his life
  • but across the graveyard he can see this really dark, muddied figure
  • and she makes her way towards him and her hair is braided out of her face and her eyes are red and her face is ashen and tight
  • she’s dressed all in black and moves v softly
  • and then andromeda black is standing right in front of him and ted can’t breathe
  • but she reaches out to him and even though she’s several feet shorter than him she doesn’t waver as she holds him and he sobs raggedly into her shoulder
  • she was always the strongest out of the two of them. the most unbreakable. and she holds him and holds him and holds him in that sea of green and grey and doesn’t let go
  • he gets out of the grief of it the only way he knows how. out and through.
  • and with andy holding his hand and several hundred cups of tea he’s like. not ok but he knows that he will be, one day.
  • he was probably a really good photographer?? like he gets v invested in the world of film photography and fucking loves it
  • has no idea what he wants to do when he grows up but again. loves the idea of photography
  • probably that fucker who loves camping in the countryside i’m not even joking
  • revels in his v simple lifestyle and wants nothing more for himself
  • nor does he want anything more for andromeda
  • ted represents everything she could ever want, simplicity and safety and freedom
  • i think one of the first dates he ever takes her on once they’re out of hogwarts would probably be horseback riding and i mean. come on
  • she’s like ‘is this fucker for real’
  • they’re both like. nineteen when baby tonks is born and she’s sleeping rlly soundly in andy’s arms and her hair is just changing softly, pink, blue, pink, blush, purple, mint, and back to pink again
  • and they both wondered how they managed to make something so little, so perfect
  • and she’s the closest thing to the little sister he always wanted but she’s not. she’s his. and she’s better. and he loves her.
  • i mean. loves her. adores her. adores watching her grow up, takes such good care of her, encourages her idiosyncrasies and teaches her to ride a bike and plays rugby with her, watches her climb trees and buys her a scooter for her fifth birthday
  • and one day they’re all together in that little cottage on the edge of the woods and like.
  • they’re all there
  • and they’re all together
  • and it’s the happiest he’s ever been in his life
  • basically hot af broad-shouldered ted tonks with his roguish grin and steady hands and a heart of gold


Went ahead and finished this sketch bc I just love it so gosh darn much.

( @promiscuous-jalapeno, I hope you don’t mind me tagging you in posts so often recently, I just want to share my art with you bc I love your writing so much  *:・(*/////∇/////*)・:*:・  )


I was tagged by the lovely @orange-lightsaber to show some of the art I made in 2016 and…well… when it comes to fandom this is ALL the art I made in 2016 lol It’s hard to find time, unfortunately, so most of the pieces I made were fanfic-centric to my own writing (sorry ;_; I suffer from compulsively having to draw the scenes I can’t shake), along with two general Reylo pieces for fun. 

Fanfic images are for A Proposal by Any Other Name (Leap Year Reylo AU) and A Dance of Titans (canon verse Reylux). Hopefully this year I can just make more general art for fun, though! 

I tag @clefslair @reylotogo @persimonne and any other artists who want to share theirs!


Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Sex.  Just…hot, fast, and hard.  If you’re looking for plot, this isn’t the fic for you.

Word Count:  1383

Warnings:  See summary.  Also, about ten million f-bombs.

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Thanks.


Her back is pressed up against the wall, my forearm across her chest. She’s breathing heavy, I’m breathing heavy. Just a minute ago we wanted to claw each other’s eyes out, but now? Now I hear myself asking her, “Can I-?” And she says “Yeah.” That’s it. Just ‘yeah’. One little word that changes everything. And now my fingers are sliding up under her too-short skirt, the one I was mad at her for wearing earlier. My fingers are running over the lace of her panties and I’m groaning. I shouldn’t be, because I was angry as a polecat thirty seconds ago. She’s the only person on this earth that can me so goddamn crazy.    

She’s up against that wall and her cheeks are pink, her teeth worrying her lower lip. I’m thinking about kissing those lips, but that’s a line that maybe we shouldn’t cross. A bigger line than my fingers up her skirt. A line I’m not sure we can cross and recover from. But fuck it, I’m horny, she’s horny, we both need fucking release. This job, it’s bringing out the worst in all of us. So screw it. I’m all in.

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Remedy (3)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

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Originally posted by wintersthighs

Remedy (1) Remedy (2) 

“I don’t want to be alone”

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