i keep going back for more

sure wish i could say i’m one of those people who can bait themselves into getting things done. like ohhh! let’s do this real quick and then you can go back to doing something more enjoyable!!!! instead i keep putting everything off until the last minute and the guilt and self-blame of doing that eats me alive

GOING TO A CONCERT WITH PETER PARKER would include..

  • Peter would have never been to a concert
  • But he would have heard tales about May and Ben’s trips to various concerts and festivals
  • He would have always wanted to go but knew that he didn’t have the time or the money
  • So wheN YOU’D INVITE HIM TO GO
  • HE’D FLIP
  • “OhmygoSHAREYOUSERIOUSNOWAY
  • Big, warm hugs and laughs of disbelief
  • “When is it?”
  • “This weekend”
  • “You mean like, tomorrow, this weekend?”
  • “Yeah”
  • “Oh my -“
  • He’d be breathing so heavily and grinning so much and aw just so exciTED
  • For the rest of the day you guys would ONLY listen to that band while you hung out in his room
  • “What color do you think this song is gonna be?”
  • “What?”
  • “You know, how the lights are different colors at concerts and stuff, what color do you think this one is gonna be?”
  • “Oh, I dunno, Peter”
  • “I think it’s gonna have purple lights.”
  • You’d just smile and shake your head causE DO r K
  • The next morning you’d get some texts from him
  • “ITS TODAY”
  • “THE CONCERT”
  • “ITS TODAY”
  • “YOU READY?”
  • It’d be at like 7 in the morning too like why is this boy even uP
  • “SO READY, PARKER”
  • He’d come over a few hours prior with snacks and stuff
  • “Is this okay? What I’m wearing? I didn’t know what to wear.”
  • He’d be in a plain t-shirt with an old jacket on over
  • Looking real cute
  • “Looks great, Peter”
  • He’d just give a relieved smile aww
  • He would have also brought some special earpieces Tony made to make the sound less intense for his special spidey hearing
  • He’d sit on your bed and watch you get ready
  • Like be so amazed watching you do your makeup
  • “How do you - how doesn’t that hurt?”
  • “It’s just mascara, Peter”
  • You’d both be cracking up by the end because he’d be making stupid faces behind you in the mirror trying to get you to mess up
  • FINALLY THE TIME WOULD ARRIVE
  • AND YOU KNOW YOU’D BOTH BE FREAKING OUT
  • “We’re going to see them oh my gosh”
  • “They’re going to be right in front of us”
  • “oh my gosh”
  • “RIGHT IN FRONT OF US”
  • s o  g i d d y
  • You’d get to the venue with your tickets and the sun would be setting
  • A small crowd would be gathered around the door
  • You’d both thank the ticket lady and head in
  • It’d be an outdoor concert
  • An amphitheater kind of thing
  • Small groups of people would be gathered around in various places and you guys would head up towards the front
  • The lights would start to dim and since the band was kind of obscure, there wouldn’t be an opener
  • Peter would be really jumpy at your side and would keep turning and just smiling really big at you
  • The band members would come on stage and you’d both
  • lose
  • it
  • Like I’m talking Peter’s jaw would drop and you’d just be stammering
  • “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod”
  • Peter would be hitting your shoulder over and over in shock
  • And then you’d both start screaming and hollering and Peter’s hands would shoot up in the air
  • The members would be silhouetted by a blue glow and smoke and fog would be billowing from the machines on the stage
  • The sky would be nearly dark now
  • The shadows of stars peeking out behind the blankets of smoke
  • The band would wave and move to their places on the stage
  • Peter would turn to you with such wide eyes
  • “It’s actually them”
  • “Oh my god it’s actually them”
  • Literally this kiddo would be on the verge of tears
  • Light, hearty laughs of disbelief awww
  • You’d both be jumpy and giggly
  • “Thank you so much for inviting me ohmygod”
  • “Who else would I go with you dork”
  • Goofy smiles uF
  • The bassist would strum his first note and it would crash over the whole area
  • Wild cheers would erupt and Peter would do a gasp-exhale type thing
  • “THAT FELT SO COOL”
  • And they’re hit another note, getting more cheers
  • Peter would be smiling and laughing bubbly laughs, as would you
  • Soon, the song would start up
  • The drummer would start with the beat and then the guitarist would start strumming
  • The singer would be swaying a little bit with their head down in the middle of the stage, hand gripping the microphone
  • You’d be struggling to make yourself watch them because Peter’s face would be pRICELESS.
  • His features would be intensified with the contrast of the dark of the night and the glow of the stage
  • Eyes open wide and bright with reflections of blue
  • His mouth would be gently open and the corner would be tugging into a smile
  • Curls tucked neatly and jacket strings uneven
  • Breathless and in disbelief
  • s h o o t
  • The song would start to pick up, along with the bassline, and the whole area would be throbbing with the beat
  • The shadows of heads in front of you would be nodding along and swaying
  • Peter would be smiling really wide now, gently shaking his head and swaying his shoulders
  • He’d keep looking over at you, watching you bite your lip and move to the song
  • It would get to the heavy part of the song and the bass would be sO intense
  • Peter would turn to you and tap the center of his chest
  • “I can feel it, I can feel the beat”
  • You’d be grinning at how he was having to shout a little bit to be heard
  • You’d nod and smile at him
  • “I can feel it, too, Peter”
  • He’d breathlessly laugh and keep his hand on his chest
  • “We have the same heartbeat”
  • He’d turn back to you with his realization, wide-eyed and giddy
  • “We all have the same heartbeat”
  • He’d gesture to the field of people
  • You’d giggle and nod, patting your chest
  • UF JUST BREATHLESS LAUGHS :’))
  • A couple more songs would go on and slowly Peter would get more comfortable dancing
  • Little nods and lip bites and head shakes and his hands would be tapping his hips
  • His neat curls would nOt be neat anymore
  • They’d be falling over his forehead, a little damp with sweat, shaken from all of the goofy dancing
  • ahhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHH
  • He’d even start shouting out the lyrics to the songs he knew well
  • Fist pumping occasionally
  • You’d start to do the same and you guys would be aw so cute
  • But you’d also be like that couple
  • Holding hands and crap
  • Cause Peter was normally weird about PDA and so were you
  • Like uhh no one wants to see that that’s for later
  • But he’d be so adrenaline-filled
  • Like at one point he’d just turn to you with the biggest grin on his face and pull you into a kiss
  • You’d feel the buzz of the music on your lips
  • Warm and strong and happy and humming
  • You guys would both start laughing and break away
  • uGH JUST SO HAPPY AND PURE :’))
  • And then thAt song would come on
  • The one you guys were talking about earlier
  • The lights would go from a light yellow to a cold purple and Peter would turn to you, wide-eyed
  • “It’s the song, it’s the song, it’s puRPLE
  • He’d be so jumpy and giggly
  • “Yeah, I knew it I KnEW IT”
  • CRAzY BIG SMILE
  • AW
  • He looked really good in the purple lighting too like cmon but he also looked good in any lighting though so
  • The band would finish up with a slower song
  • It was one that you guys had a lot of memories with
  • He had come over when you were sad and pulled you off the bed to dance with you
  • It had helped a lot
  • May had also had it playing one day while you were chilling on the couch
  • You had hummed to the beat and snuggled more
  • One day you guys had been baking to the song
  • Might have also made out to it one time whoOps
  • When the song ended you guys would both be so sappy and content 
  • Your head against his shoulder
  • One hand holding his arm, the other looped in his hand
  • He’d mumble into your hair, sighing as the lights faded
  • “You’re the best.”
  • “So are you, Parker.”

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anonymous asked:

*coUGHs UP EVEN MORE BLOOD* I'M LIVING, BUT I'M ALSO DEAD?? THANK.

*swirling a glass of shitfic* *sniffs* oh, parkour?

sheith parkour au part 4: shiro throws matt under the bus lol

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]


Dear Katie,

I forgive you. I’m leaving you all my worldly possessions. This is my last letter.


“Look, don’t take this wrong, but I don’t think this back flip thing is going to work out.”

Keith shoots him one of those looks that means, I’ve heard what you said and I know you’re right, but I’m going to keep throwing myself at this wall until I break or it does.

It’s been three days of this. Three days of Keith trying and failing to do a back flip, because it turns out Montgomery was serious and he actually does want to bring Keith in to test him. Three days of Matt avoiding Shiro, again, because the first day Post Rosegate steeled something in him. Instead of moping in their room, Shiro has been stalking around the Garrison like he’ll be able to smell the parkour affinity and missing $200 on someone.

He can never find out that it was technically Matt. There’s a whole list of things he can’t find out, and this is near the top, after the bike and the flowers and the soft sound Keith makes when he collides with something harder than him.

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“I should have known,” Derek moans into his beer.

Chris pats his shoulder. “There, there.”

“I’m a poet,” Derek says. “I really should have known. This is supposed to be my thing.”

Chris keeps patting him. He also tries to take Derek’s beer and swap it out for a red Solo cup of water. Derek isn’t quite drunk enough for that to work. He clings tenaciously to his bottle. “No,” he says.

“You should drink water.”

“Drinking water won’t mend my broken heart,” Derek informs him. He pours the beer down his throat without stopping to breathe.

“Neither will drinking yourself blind the night before morning practice.”

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One More Kiss (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! This was the last request so I will open my requests soon! I have a prompt that I thought of that I have been dying to write so when I post that I will open requests 

Warnings: none

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: where Spence is about to leave for work but the reader keeps asking for “one more kiss?” Pure early morning fluff pleas e

Requested by: @kayleexidk 

Upcoming Imagine: Spencer refuses to go to any other hair stylist…

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You didn’t need space from him, there wasn’t an argument, you had just rolled away from him in your sleep.

But when you heard the annoying buzzing of his alarm clock, you leapt back onto him, clinging to his pajama shirt.

You knew what the alarm clock meant.

It meant he had to get up and leave, and you didn’t want that.

You heard Spencer stir and groan as he stretched his arms, before they landed across your back.

He went to sit up and shut off the alarm clock, but you successfully prevented that from happening.

“Don’t leave.” You pleaded as you buried your head in his neck.

“I have to sweetheart. I have to get ready for work.” He said kissing the top of your head and prying your arms from his torso.

You huffed as you watched him change his clothes, wanting his warm body next to yours again.

He went to the bathroom to do his Spencer Reid hygiene and then came back into his bedroom where you were sprawled across his bed.

“Bye Y/N. I’ll see you tonight okay?” He said cupping your face and placing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You said clutching his soft blanket and bringing it up to your face, batting your eyelashes to persuade him to stay.

“You know I don’t like leaving you, don’t make me feel bad.” He said slumping his shoulders.

“Give me one more kiss.” You said reaching out for him.

He nodded and captured your lips in his, this one lasting longer.

You could taste the sadness on his lips; he really didn’t want to leave.

“I’ll bring us back ice cream okay? We can eat it all night long and cuddle with a movie.” He said lacing his fingers in yours.

“Okay.” You said tiredly.

You didn’t let go of his hand as he walked away, making him gently tug on your arm.

“Y/N please let go.” He pouted. “You’re making this very difficult.”

“Just one more kiss.” You whined pulling him back.

“Fine, one more kiss. I’m going to be late for work and then I will have to stay longer.”

You knew that was a lie. Spencer has so much overtime that he could slide by if he didn’t go to work for a week.

As he kissed you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and then pulled him back on the bed.

“Y/N! No, I have to go. I’m sorry, but I do.” He said as you wrapped the blanket around him.

“I love you, so much, but I have to go.” He said kissing your lips and then forehead before disappearing from the room.

“One more kiss!” You yelled, waiting for an answer.

Sure enough, Spencer came running back in the room, placing a quick kiss to your lips, and then running back out with a “bye.”

“Don’t forget the ice cream.” You yelled before you heard the door close.

You laid in bed, savoring the smell of Spencer on the sheets until you heard your phone buzz.

You looked at it and saw that Spencer had sent you a text.

I won’t forget. I love you and I will give you all of the kisses you want when I get home. I love you :*”

One of the hardest things for me in switching between writing SW fic and writing academic papers is remembering not to capitalize “imperial.”

So far I haven’t not capitalized it yet and I keep having to go back to change it.

(Other related errors I have made in the past: “Obi-Wan” instead of “Ovid” and “Palpatine” instead of “Palatine.”  In cases like that I’ll usually run a panicked find and replace as a final check before turning in the paper.)

So I’ve been waiting for the situation to calm down before posting any more thoughts about chapter 13. The fandom just blew up with it and I really didn’t care to get involved like that. Now that everyone is slowly going back to their two months long slumber before next chapter comes out, I figured it would be a better time to adress the situation and voice MY opinion. I’m putting this under “keep reading” since it’s going to be a long rant. You have been warned.

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Music Mix Meme

Tagged by @sleepykalena​ and a couple others, thought I’d give it a go. Rules: we’re snooping up on your playlist. set your entire music library on shuffle and report the first 10 tracks that pop up and then choose 10 additional friends. (I have a lot of video game music/instrumental covers of pop songs).

Also, I decided to write Rogue One blurbs with each song. Because I could?

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Don’t Want to Be Without You (Jake/MC)

Don’t Want to Be Without You
By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.

Author’s Notes- This is the response to the prompt “quick goodbye kiss” (description below). This is a Jake/MC fic and is set sometime in Book 3, after everyone has reunited but before they manage to defeat Rourke.

Pairing- Jake/MC

Rating- PG

Summary- After being reunited, Stephanie hates the idea of being away from Jake for even a little while.

Words- 437

The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each other’s lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you don’t finally pull away.

The group needs to split up, Stephanie knows that. They’ve gone over the plan so often that she can recite it from memory. She also knows why she needs to go with one group and Jake with the other and she doesn’t disagree. Jake has skills that the Endless’s group needs and Stephanie needs to be in a separate group than her older self.

She understands this rationally, but when the time comes to put the plan into action, Stephanie finds herself hesitating. She just got Jake back and learnt that she’d lost him 2139 times in the past, and the idea of being away from him even for a few hours… Well, it fills her with fear.

“It’ll be ok, Princess,” Jake assures her, brushing his lips against her, “ain’t nothin’ gonna stop me from coming back to you.”

“I know,” Stephanie says, looping her arms around his neck. She remembers what Sean and Estela told her, about how determined he was to find her after she fell out of the plane. How he refused to give up hope. She presses her lips against his again. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jake tells her, kissing her forehead and her cheeks before their lips meet again.

“We need to go Princess,” he reminds her, but his hand is still on her back.

“I know,” Stephanie sighs, but it doesn’t stop her from pressing her lips to his again.

“The sooner you guys stop kissing, the sooner we can put this plan into motion and then you can do whatever the Hell you want,” Zahra says from behind Jake, her voice dripping with irritation. Stephanie sighs, knowing she is right.

“OK,” she says even as she leans forward to kiss Jake one last time. His hands tighten on her wait for a moment as he briefly deepens the kiss and then he lets her go.

“Go kick ass, Princess.” He says with a grin.

“You too, Top Gun,” Stephanie says though she is still filled with fear.

She feels someone squeeze her hand and looks up, expecting to see Jake back for one more kiss, but it’s the Endless.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him.” Her older-self promises, her blue eyes sympathetic.

Stephanie still isn’t sure how she feels about this older version of her, but there’s something sincere about his gesture. Besides, she’s not the only one who loves Jake.

“Thank you,” she says sincerely and then goes to follow her group. Because Zahra’s right, the sooner they get this done, the sooner she can be back where she belongs: in Jake’s arms.

-          End

Im back! Sort of. This semester’s classes are really keeping me busy but that doesnt mean I wont have time for drawing! 

Lately, I have made a few storyboard thumbnails for Sonny and Pal but their designs have really been challenging to emulate per thumbnail so I decided to go back into their designs and make a few adjustments to make things easier. 

ylh extra #1 | jealousy always got the best of me

June 2017, just after the first four tour shows.

FULL FANFIC HERE

Go ahead, leave me by myself, I thought. It’s not like I’m only with you between midnight and 8:00AM. And we’re asleep for a majority of those hours.

It was hard to keep myself busy, especially now that I didn’t have a roommate anymore. I thought that after the tour, I’d get more time with Ethan. But ever since he came back, while he did spend a lot of time at the office, he spent his freetime with some new friends. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted him to have friends and to have his own time. I wanted him to feel independent, especially since I was in a fragile state that was exhausting to deal with at times. I didn’t want to be that girlfriend who was controlling.

But, goddammit, I wanted attention.

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mercybroom >> pockethealing

I was going to keep the halloween url for awhile but I wasn’t feeling it. I won’t be going back to mercysblaster, sorry! I have it saved tho because I have over 400 icons tied to that url. I have a few open under the cut tho, so if you want them hmu?

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anonymous asked:

bellarke 7 ("I almost lost you")

7. I almost lost you.

Set after S4

It’s almost like the good old days of dropship disagreements, Clarke thinks wryly as she and Bellamy glare across the table at each other.

“I think we need to be more cautious about this,” she says once more, evenly and rationally. 

“And I think you should stop making shitty choices when they put you at risk,” Bellamy snaps back.

“What the hell is your problem?” Clarke snarls. “I’m capable of making my own choices, thanks very much. I protected myself and a kid for six years!”

“That doesn’t mean you have to keep putting yourself at risk!” Bellamy shouts back. “I almost lost you once, damn it! I’m not losing you again!”

Clarke is effectively stunned into silence. “Bellamy…”

“Don’t go,” he whispers, suddenly more interested in staring at the ground than at her. “Please. I can’t lose you too.”

She sighs. “Okay.”

He looks up, blinking at her. “What?”

“I won’t go.” She nods, reaching for his hand. “I’ll stay with you. We’ll figure this out together.”

He smiles softly. “We always do.”

anonymous asked:

any hc abt how franketh happened? like how y'all met n stuff :D

Ok! So I was originally writing a brief synopsis of what I think would happen, but it basically turned into a full fanfic. Uhhh I’ve never written a fanfic before in my life and it’s been literal years since I’ve written anything in general but….enjoy?

I’ve put everything under the cut:

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1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?
Parasite Knight sequel comes immediately to mind. I have all the plans for it, but it keeps getting pushed to the back burner for more time-sensitive projects. I keep having ideas that I need to have written prior to the next season dropping (which will inevitably make said ideas obsolete). Parasite Knight is definitely 100% AU at this point since it was written way back for S1, so there’s no season drop rush with it.

8) favorite genre to write
Oh boy. I guess horror/psychological horror is my immediate go-to. I really like writing creepy stuff? Even stories that were not intended to have creepy or intense scenes will sometimes get them. Hurt/comfort is big for me too even if it’s not really an “official” genre, but it also gets wrapped into the aforementioned psych-horror or horror a lot, sooo…yah.

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?
It wasn’t for this fandom, but a few years back I wrote a story involving a character that nearly starved to death, and did a lot of research on starvation recovery to handle it as tactfully as possible.

For Voltron I’ve done quite a lot of research on amputation care and mental illnesses.

To be honest I have a tendency to over-research though, even for things where it’s not really necessary? I like to know stuff lol.

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anonymous asked:

Hello!! This isn't a question-question, but, how's everything been going lately? You doing all right?

I am doing mostly good!

My internet life is pretty good, first of all. @haphazardlyparked and @rrrawrf-writes and I set up a Discord server so we could talk to each other more easily, which has been going fab so far! My drafts is overflowing with prompts to the extent I’m considering going back to 2 prompts a day, and I’m not getting too many tag games (which…I haven’t filled in weeks anyway) so that’s keeping my stress levels down. Oh! And more people than ever are filling my prompts which honestly makes my day every time. I’m getting a lot of anon requests for writing advice which ‘??? what makes y’all think I’m qualified??’ but they only get completed when they get completed so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

My real life is good, lots of uni work but good. I finished my first uni essay nine days early so I feel pretty productive! And I get to see my parents for the first time in months today, yay! They’re coming down to visit on the train but they’re currently delayed, so I’m just hoping they don’t get stuck for too long!

Oh, and my writing isn’t doing too bad. My editing of Iron Flower has completely stalled because I have zero blocks of free time, but I’ve been writing between lectures so I’ve been progressing a bit with some other smaller pieces. I finished my first draft of Piracy Pays IV, edited a supervillains oneshot for the second time, and passed 20k for my space royalty a few days ago -so basically, a lot more than I was managing when I first arrived!

So that’s my life rn. Thanks for the question, sweet anon. I hope you have a good day too! <3 xx

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                                    Glory to Mankind.

My hand slipped—-but it was torn with what it wanted so it did two designs for him. NieR Automata has taken over my life and I weep for this game. I just had too design a thing for Prompto, but I definitely had a hard time trying to come up with something for his YorHa outfit more than the Resistance one! I like both though, y’all gotta stop me from creating AU’s for this man. It’s not healthy LOL 

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JM (to JK): Why do I like you so much?