i kinda got ahead of myself

The Adrien Diaries...

4 Mar 2017

I did it. 

I made it through the rest of the week without anything happening! And on top of that, I found out that Marinette likes anime!

And it get’s better! She actually invited me over to watch some today, and we discovered we both have a passion for Sailor Moon!

Like, that’s even WHY she wears pigtails!
So adorable!

I didn’t know, but they started rebooting the series, so we watched some of the new first season, and Mari showed me all of her official merch!! She has action figures and an original art book, even a functioning locket with lights and sounds!

She said the only thing she really wishes she had was one of the Sailor Moon wands, but they were always too expensive…


…so when I got home I Googled Sailor Moon Wands and found this really pretty glass one that looks just like Chibi-Usa’s Cutie Moon Rod!!! Right on Amazon! 

I went ahead and ordered it, and it should be in within the next two days!!!  (I’m pasting a print-out of the page here for comparison when it arrives).

I am so excited about this! I can’t wait to see her expression when she opens it!


…maybe I should order one for myself too? I thought I saw one that kinda looked like Tukedo-Kamen’s rose…


-Adrien Finally-Got-It-Right Agreste

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“Paris is good. Nice call, Monsieur.”

“De nada, muchacha.”

Thank you for 100 follows! Needless to say, I miss these two real bad and I have for around six years. DC writers are pretty sadistic ya know that? Then again, I guess I might be too.

Because who has time or money to read almost 30 years of relationship development…

Under the cut: Look Over Your Shoulder, a monologue recap Fanfic: Fluff/Humor/Angst. DC Rebirth. Wally’s POV. Warning: Mention of the grief typically associated with Alzheimer’s. Also I cried while writing this. Story set to this song.

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Six Steps ~ Chapter Five (The Finale)

A Byun Baekhyun Playboy & childhood friend AU

Requested by baekmuffin

Genre: Romance // Smut

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Summary: (of this series) As childhood best friends, you and Baekhyun were and are close in every way possible. Except for the fact you unfortunately have feelings for him and he happens to never look at you that way. What happens when he does?

Summary: (of this chapter) Affectionate Baekhyun is affectionate. Sassy Sangmi is sassy. More promises. More sex.

Word Count: 5,100 words

A/N: There’s smut. Be careful, kids.

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter three} {Chapter four} 



“Wow,” you say, crossing your arms. “No way. I’m a terrible planner person.”

He shrugs. “Okay, I will then. You could have asked me to do all these things, by the way. I would’ve kissed you first. Actually I technically did ten years ago, you just never reacted so…”

You glare at him and he smiles even more. “Asshole.”

“Love.”


As Baekhyun types away on his computer, Sangmi walks up to him with a book in her hand.

“Mr. Byun,” she whines. “Can I read here next to you? Jaesoon is being mean to me again.”

Sighing, Baekhyun turns to face her. “Princess,” he says with another sigh. “Just get it over with and kiss Jaesoon. That kid is obviously into you.” he says bluntly.

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A Tap on Your Window

Title: A Tap on Your Window

Genre: Smut

Member: Kai/Jongin

Requestcan you do a EXO Kai x You smut? Where kai is stressed about work and go drink and got drunk, and u were his best friend (you fall in love with him) worrying about him. And kai love u too but u didnt know.

I’m so sorry I’m going out of order for this one. I got some inspiration for this and kinda got ahead of myself. >_


Originally posted by kaibility

The clock on your desk flashes 2:16 am as you study for an exam. You would have been done studying earlier, but your phone kept blowing up because of Jongin. As much as you love having your best friend’s attention, his drunken state is a bit annoying, so you had turned your phone on silent.

A tap on your window makes you freeze… Your room is on the second floor, what in the world could possibly be tapping? You slowly get up, grabbing your textbook as a weapon, and tiptoe across the room. Your hand cautiously grabs the curtain and throws it to the side. 

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anonymous asked:

So like. How did you get better at anatomy? Like my anatomy kinda sucks so I'm trying to fix it and. I don't know how. If you can please help me out that would be a+!!

hey so like my #1 tip is to USE LIFE REFERNCES AND GOOGLE POSES U WANT TO DRAW!!! start off simple and as you get more comfortable take different aspects of pictures to create different poses that aren’t from just one reference picture also if you are struggling with legs or feet or hands DRAW THEM you might hate it but you will get better I PROMISE YOU IT MIGHT TAKE YOU 50 PAGES OF HANDS BUT YOU WILL IMPROVE YOU WILL 

ALWAYS USE REFERENCES USE LIFE AND DRAWN REFERENCES GOOGLE IMAGES IS YOUR BEST FRIEND IF U WANNA LEARN HOW TO DRAW A HAND GOOGLE “HAND POSES” OR “DRAWN HANDS” THOSE WILL LITERALLY GIVE YOU GOLD!!! 

WANNA FIND OUT HOW TO DRAW A MUSCULAR MALE BODY OR ANY BODY TYPE?? GOOGLE “MUSCULAR MALE” OR “CHUBBY FAMALE” YOU WILL LITERALLY GET GOLD I’M TELLING YOU!!! IT MIGHT SEEM HARD BUT LIFE DRAWING IS THE BEST REFERENCES AND IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH THAT YOU CAN 100% LOOK UP DRAWN REFERENCES ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS TYPE IN DRAWN BEFORE YOUR SEARCH AND THAT WILL SHOW YOU WHERE TO MAKE LINES AND ADD CERTAIN SHADING!!

NO ONE JUST KNOWS HOW TO DRAW THINGS WITHOUT SEEING THEM AND STUDYING THEM FIRST!!!

NO IT IS NOT CHEATING

NO IT DOES NOT MAKE YOU A BAD ARTIST

LITERALLY I WOULD NOT BE WHERE I AM TODAY IF I DID NOT USE REFERENCES!! I DON’T USE THEM ANYMORE AND THAT’S BECAUSE WHEN I WAS STRUGGLING HEAVILY WITH ANATOMY I TRIED TO DRAW FROM LIFE AND DRAWN REFERENCES ALL THE TIME!!

also if you like an artists work you can 100% use their art as reference!! DON’T POST IT IF YOU ARE BASICALLY DRAWING THE SAME POSE AND CHARACTER!!! but you can use other artists art as a way to improve a lot of my art is bits and peices of other art styles!! i used to do noses a completely different way before and when one day i saw an artist do the two line nose I always do now and I WAS LIKE TIME TO DO THAT NOW AND THATS HOW THAT HAPPENED LIKE ITS OKAY TO USE OTHER ART AS LONG AS YOU ARE NOT RE CREATING IT AND POSTING IT!!!!

ANYWAYS SORRY THIS IS ALL CAPS I KINDA GOT AHEAD OF MYSELF AND REALLY EXCITED BC I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE ASK ME FOR TIPS ON HOW TO IMPROVE THEIR ART!!! PRACTICE IS ALWAYS THE KEY WITH ART AND GETTING GOOD AT IT <3

Nice hoodie you got there - Dylan O’Brien Imagine Pt 1

A/N: So this one got quite long and hell it took me ages to make those screens. Nevertheless - I hope you like it. Enjoy reading~

word count: 1979



It’s been my day off and so far it turned out to become quite boring. Even though I enjoy having some time all by myself, now and then I really miss spending my spare minutes with my best friend. Though I’ve known Tyler just for about a year now, it still feels like there hasn’t been a time we didn’t were together. But this doesn’t count for my other friends. Somehow they still managed to freak out about me being best budds with Tyler Posey. Sure, I got their point but to me it never really mattered.

The sound of my phone ringing took me back in to reality as a little smile came to my face when I read the callers name. Thinking of the devil…

“How’s my lil puppy?”, I finally answered the call just the same as always.

“You’re never gonna stop this, do ya (Y/N)?” I easily heard the grin out of Tylers voice.

“Damn right you are!”, I replied laughing. Slowly I got up, walking almost automatically towards the window and letting eyes wander out. “So to what do I owe the honour?”, I asked smirking.

“Well I got some spare time. Wanna meet up for some coffee?” My face lightened up as soon as I heard his words. Finally rescue came. “My saviour!”, I said relieved. “Same place as always?” “Yep. Gonna be there in 30.”, Tyler said slightly laughing. “Alright then, puppy. See ya around.” I ended the call.

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So I had this great date yesterday with a guy I really liked. We arted for 5 hours in the park and didn’t see the time fly by. He was super sweet and relaxing. We made some cheesy jokes and made up adventures as we were looking at the summer blue sky. He walked me home and we held hands and I got a sweet goodbye kiss or three. I just kinda hope there is gonna be more of that ?

I am a bit nervous to tell him I had a great time.

when youre not doing any work in class and the teacher comes over

anonymous asked:

We All Fall Down was so good!!! When will you have the next part ready? lol not rushing you just want to be prepared

So I wasn’t originally planning on posting the story for a while. I was kinda piloting it on wattpad to see whether I should continue or not but after being a petty cow, I deleted everything from there yesterday which is the only reason I posted it here.

I still haven’t decided how to post this though. I do have two more parts written (I wrote another one last night). When I first started to write I would post as I wrote which at the time was daily . And then because I writing so much I got way ahead of myself and ended up with like fifty chapters of various things in my drafts.

Now though, although to write two chapters in three days, that won’t always be the case.

I could post as I write and be just one or two chapters ahead, because at least that way people’s comments will spur me on (providing it continues the way the comments started). Or I could try and get more written first. The problem with that though is that if I don’t know how people are reacting to it then I might get bored. But the same thing could happened with posting sooner.

So I’m undecided lol.

A piece of art I made for my father on Father’s Day. It’s all of us as a party of adventurers (because we’re all huge dorks and nerds like that and we love LotR). From left to right are my mom (elf cleric), little sister (half-elf wizard), dad (human paladin), myself (half-elf barbarian), and little brother (half-elf ranger).

Everyone got to be their favorite color, and the rock and my dad’s cape are kinda representative of the house. My brother and I are “outside” and ahead since we’re both in college now, while the rest of the family still lives together. My mom’s at the back because behind every great man, there’s a great woman, and she herself tends to not take the spotlight but instead be the one that organizes everything and makes it run smoothly.

Happy father’s day, everyone!

DINNER-date (closed rp with theunlikelyvalentine)

Just as Cat said, or most likely may have not said, as soon as the sun’s gone down and the moon’s relatively high in the sky (sorta) she reappears again, knocking on the door to the Valentine Detective Agency.

“Knock KNOCK open UP- your chauffeur has ARRIVED!” Instead of waiting she just opens up the door and pokes her head in. “Hey I didn’t know you don’t keep this thing locked during after hours…Unless you don’t really have after hours and you’re just kinda awake all night… I’m getting ahead of myself.” She mutters to herself as a really fast speed.

“Hey NICK! Ready when you are! I’ve already got a fair amount of how much I want to eat without making you go broke! We can go local!” She really needs to stop shouting (they probably hear her way on the other end of Diamond City for all anybody knows.)

anonymous asked:

Can you please write a fic where Tigress is extremely and I mean EXTREMELY worried about Po please? :) :)

This… I THINK this came out alright. I’ve been beating myself up for the past several weeks (and this last week in particular), so maybe it really IS good and I’m not giving myself enough credit. But if you are at all dissatisfied with it, then just let me know and I’ll be glad to rewrite it for you!

Also, this got kinda violent, so I’m gonna go ahead and put it under a Read More just in case… I edited it down and made it less graphic than it was originally, but it’s still kinda harsh, so better safe than sorry. (And there’s also quite a bit of repetition in here. I swear upon my life it’s all intentional.)

I hope you enjoy, anon!

You have one minute.

One minute.

She couldn’t make this decision in one minute.

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Season 1 Episode 2: Winning the Lottery!

CaptainSparklez = Jordan
SynHD = Tom
II_JERiiCHO_II = Tucker

Transcript below; episode dialogue under readmore.


(This episode was recorded straight after the first episode, so there’s no intro this time.)

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anonymous asked:

"You're uncomfortable around me?! Now you got a taste of your own damn medicine! You know after you said you loved me the first time after we fucked I was so uncomfortable around you but I stuck around because I thought that hey I can see myself kinda caring for this dude! And you know go ahead and tell my boyfriend I have photo albums that where supposed to be gifts that make you uncomfortable! I just hope you see how much it actually hurts me that you didn't tell me to my face!" Huit sobs out.

“I am uncomfortable with how aggressive you have become, Huit! It’s not the photos! Yes, they put me slightly on edge because the last time someone watched me like that bad shit happened…I am sorry that I did that to you but you know what? You got something better than what you could ever get from me. Damn near everyone here adores you and it’s easy to see why. For me, I don’t see why anyone would want to be around me. I just fuck shit up time and time again. You got lucky to not have be with me. Dew…I fucked him and our relationship up so badly. I ruined him…you can go ahead and hate me. I deserve it for everything I’ve done.”

uhh rinreiweek, day 2, reunited? I think? Kinda looks like winter, too, my bad. You will notice their clothes get more and more hideous as the days progress, I would be iffy about wearing any of this here. (I swear I had backgrounds sketched for everything weeks ahead, but then I decided I needed to write a 15,000+ word fic in like 4 days and I got myself sick and that is why there are no backgrounds.)

Veto

I got a text from the new guy I met last week, asking if I wanted to meet up yesterday afternoon. I declined because, yo, first night on my own after Sir left town and I wanted to couch and cat all evening. Of course I didn’t tell him that. But I did take advantage of the exchange to address the veto thing he mentioned.

Me: I should tell you, after we parted ways, I got to thinking about your arrangement with your girlfriend and the idea of veto power. Honestly, it makes me pretty nervous. I’m not really looking for something casual and would feel kinda weird not meeting your gf and being friendly with her if you and I were to hit it off. That said, I may be getting ahead of myself. But if getting too close to someone new could potentially invoke a veto, I’d rather know that up front so I can make an informed decision to engage (or not).

Him: definitely getting ahead of ourselves…:) it’s always a little tricky navigating the dynamics i suppose, but hope we can get together again and maybe figure it out! let me know if you might have some free time over the next week or so.

So…I’m thinking he dropped a veto bomb, then glossed over my concern about said veto bomb. Thoughts?

Small World

Summary: Cas is finally going to meet Bobby and Ellen at Thanksgiving dinner. He’s nervous; what if they don’t like him? Luckily, Dean is supportive and Bobby is full of surprises. In other words, Thanksgiving fluff.

I know this one is a bit late for Thanksgiving, but I’ve had some family stuff going on and haven’t had the time or the heart to work on this. The next one will be set at Christmas and will feature Cas’s family. Thanks for reading, and let me know if you like it!

This fic is part of my Cas and Dean series; you can find the previous installments here: http://archiveofourown.org/series/297878

“Calm down, Cas.” Dean looked over Cas’s shoulder, watching him primp in front of the bathroom mirror. “You look great.”

Cas straightened his tie and sighed. He had wanted to impress Dean’s family, but now he was second-guessing his crisp royal blue button-down and navy necktie. Maybe it was too fancy. Maybe they would laugh at him behind his back. “Should I…”

“I’m cutting you off right there, man. You look fine, and besides, you have to help me peel potatoes. C'mon, get your butt to the kitchen.”

Cas ran his hand through his hair one last time and followed Dean back down the hall. Being Dean’s sous-chef did help pass the time. After Cas and Jess had peeled and chopped a mountain of potatoes and put them on to boil, Dean sent Cas to set the table. Sam, who was responsible for cleaning the rest of the apartment, gave Cas an encouraging smile from the living room.

“Doin’ okay there, Cas?”

“Great,” Cas told him, with more confidence than he felt. He made sure that the tablecloth fell evenly on all sides, and smoothed out all the wrinkles. He placed the plates directly in front of each chair, two inches from the edge of the table, and lined up the silverware perfectly perpendicular to the table edge. Last, he put the centerpiece he’d bought the previous evening in the middle. Cas hadn’t known what to get, and had ended up asking the florist’s advice. She had assured him that the chrysanthemums and daisies would be perfectly appropriate for Thanksgiving dinner.

Cas thought it looked very nice, but he didn’t know if the others would like it. It was certainly different from the holiday table settings he remembered from his family’s house. Gabe was allergic to flowers, so a floral centerpiece would never have happened; and his father had the curious idea that tablecloths were unsanitary.

Jess slipped in from the kitchen. “Oh, Cas! It looks beautiful! Just like in a magazine.”

Cas blushed slightly. “Thank you, Jess. Do you think it’s okay?”

“It’s perfect, Cas. Stop worrying.”

When the doorbell rang, Cas slipped into the kitchen to avoid the flurry of greetings. He was much more comfortable meeting people one by one; getting introduced to a whole group of people at once always made him nervous. He busied himself by bringing out the apple and pecan pies they had made the day before.

Dean understood, and waited until the exclamations and hugging had died down before bringing Bobby and Ellen into the kitchen. He went to Cas and put his arm around his shoulders before saying anything. “Bobby, Ellen, this is Castiel.”

Cas loved the way Dean said his full name; like he was something important and precious. He gathered strength from Dean’s touch and approached the other couple, his hand extended. “I’m happy to meet both of you, finally. Dean has told me a lot about you.”

Ellen had a no-nonsense look about her, but her eyes were soft and kind as she shook Cas’s hand. She surprised Cas by immediately pulling him into a hug. He stiffened a bit but quickly relaxed into her embrace. He realized she reminded him a bit of his grandmother.

“I’m glad to meet you too. I’ve never seen Dean as content as he’s been for the past little bit.” Ellen patted him gently on the back and then let him go.

Bobby was a big guy, the type Cas normally would’ve been nervous around, but he had a twinkle in his eye that betrayed his true personality. He gripped Cas’s hand vigorously and beamed. “Good to meet you, son.”

Before Cas could start getting nervous about what to say next, Ellen gestured toward a pyrex dish she had placed on the counter. “Dean says you’re in charge of the table setting, Cas. Where should I put the sweet potato casserole?”

As Cas found the perfect spot for Ellen’s casserole, she was swept up in a flurry of last-minute cooking by Dean and Jess. Sam got sent out to the corner store for ice. Cas wrung his hands anxiously. He didn’t know what to do with himself.

“C'mon, Cas. Let’s go in the living room and take a load off.” Bobby ambled away to make himself comfortable on the couch.

“Oh. Shouldn’t we help them? I feel bad sitting while they’re cooking.”

“Too many cooks spoil everything, son. We’ll help with the dishwashing after. C'mon, take a seat.”

Cas found himself sitting on the other end of the couch, watching a John Wayne movie in companionable silence. Bobby didn’t seem to mind if he didn’t talk much, and Castiel was grateful. At the second commercial break, Bobby cleared his throat.

“Heard ya’ll had a run in with John a few weeks back.”

“Um, yeah. He came for dinner. Well, sort of. He didn’t stay long.”

“Yeah, I know. Dean told me. You know, son, when I heard that story I knew we’d get along just fine. I only wish I coulda been there to see John’s face.”

Cas grinned and looked down, picking at a loose thread on the couch cushion. “I didn’t know that Dean told you about that.”

“I usually come by if I know that John’s coming ahead of time. Just to kinda keep an eye on things. But with you around, I guess the boys don’t need me as a protector anymore.”

Cas sneaked a look at Bobby and saw the twinkle in his eye. “I’m not anybody’s protector. I can barely take care of myself.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, kid. You know, Dean seems like he’s got everything figured out, but it’ll be good for him to have you around. He needs someone to look out for him.”

“How do you know I can do that? You don’t even know me.” Cas straightened his necktie. It had been a stupid idea, it turned out. Bobby was wearing a flannel shirt and jeans.

“One, I’m a good judge of character. Twenty-five years owning your own business will do that to ya. Two, I know Dean, and he doesn’t get attached to just anybody.” Bobby stretched his arms above his head and yawned. “Third, you’re Claire Novak’s grandson, and she was a hell of a woman. If you’re anything like her, you’ll do fine.”

Cas’s mouth fell open. “Wait. You knew my grandmother?”

“Sure did. Loyal customer, ever since I opened my doors. I still remember her rolling in there in that old Lincoln Continental. She could have easily afforded a better car, but she never wanted one. Told me that she didn’t need something fancy, as long as the Lincoln would still run.”

Castiel nearly bounced in his seat. “Bobby! I drive that car now. Nobody else wanted it, and I couldn’t bear to get rid of it.”

“No shit! It’s a small world.” The commercial break ended, and a gunfight was taking place on the screen. Bobby reached for the remote and turned the sound down. “Well, you gotta bring her by the shop sometime. I remember her well. Your grandma would be pleased you’ve still got that car. She bragged about you a lot, you know.”

“Oh, no. You must have me confused with my older brother. Gabriel. He’s in LA, you know.”

“Nah, I’m not confused. You’re the artist of the family. I still remember how excited she was when you got the full college scholarship. You were her favorite, if it’s not too bold for me to say.”

Cas was too shocked to respond. He was lost in his thoughts and failed to hear Dean’s approach from the kitchen. He leaned over the back of the sofa and touched Cas’s shoulder.

“Hey, you two. Dinner’s ready.”

Cas looked up at him, and Dean took the opportunity to lean in a little closer and brush his lips over Cas’s temple. The fact that Dean would do this right in front of Bobby, that he was so unashamed of Castiel and what they had together, made Cas’s chest contract painfully. He had to remind himself to start breathing again, to put one foot in front of the other and follow Dean to the table. To eat generous helpings of all the food Dean had worked so hard to prepare, when Cas would have been satisfied only to be near him.

Later they all returned to the living room, stuffed with pie and ice cream, to watch the Christmas movie Jess and Sam had picked out. Castiel opened his arms to Dean, who smiled gratefully and nestled up against him, unembarrassed. Cas’s heartbeat was pounding in his ears, and when Dean reached up to cup his face and pull him in for two soft kisses–because just one wasn’t enough–Castiel felt his heart soar.