i kinda needed to be calm

Now that my sleeping beauty of a boyfriend is awake i could finally scan this :D

FAPuary page 1. Smol iwaois. and a chibi to fill empty space o_O” .. i need to practice them. Onwards to finish Page 2! I tried to not use the eraser as much so .. a lot of this would usually be redrawn :’D… defeats the purpose though.

I love the Matt/Shiro BrOTP so have some headcanons that have been sitting in my drafts for weeks

-Matt is a living meme and Shiro questions their friendship every day

-“You know you love me~”

-Everyone questions how someone so calm and mature can be best friends with Matt and Matt kinda laughs in their face

-Matt: Calm? Mature? This guy almost fought a five-year-old over a chocolate bar!
Shiro: I really like the brand oKAY???

-Matt has tried to set Shiro up on one too many dates. It’s really easy since everyone and their mother has a crush on Shiro but Shiro needs Matt to stop.

-He did after a while until Shiro developed a crush on Allura. Cupid Matt was back. Shiro wanted to kill himself.

-Constantly making fun of each other because they love each other

-Shiro: Matt, if you don’t stop, I will literally sit on you.
Matt: Try me.
*high-pitched screams*

-You wouldn’t believe how often that happens. Spoil alert: A lot.

-They’re pretty competitive when it comes to each other. Whether it comes to bets or board games. Tears are shed. Friendships are broken. It gets pretty intense.

-Matt: I got to move on and be who I am! I just don’t belong here, I hope you understand! We might find our place in this world someday. But at least for now, I gotta find my own way…
Shiro: Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic over a pizza slice?

-Once Shiro ate the last brownie and Matt wouldn’t talk to him for a week. The dude really loves his food.

-Shiro: No.
Matt: This is homophobia at its finest. ://

-Once they had a convo on what their ship name would be if they dated, Shiro came up with Shatt, Matt disowned him

-Death jokes make up half of their friendship.

-Shiro: I’m going to propel myself off of this balcony.
-Matt: Not without me, you’re not.

Just another day in Bellamy doing husband things for Clarke: A meta

Just want to take advantage of @wellamyblake‘s awesome tag meta here: 


To wax lyrical about the beauty that is the bellarke partnership. 

And first of all I’d like to say that I really appreciate how calm Bellamy Blake can be, especially at times when she is at her lowest.  As many pointed out correctly, the moment he gallivanted off to get the hydrogenerator the pressure came crashing down on her. It doesn’t mean she didn’t eventually keep it together. It just that the pressure is so much heavier without his support. And I’m glad it is now being spelt out more clearly by the show, because though it has been shown throughout the past seasons, somehow, people seem to miss it (or want to ignore it, I mean, lbr about fandom here). 

Bellamy seems to always have this quiet resolve when it comes to Clarke. This scene actually reminded me a lot of two scenes in season 2. Once in the tunnels when she sees him and asks him to please tell her that he has the plan (because she doesn’t), and he matter-of-factly tells her that he doesn’t. YET, it manages to calm Clarke down so much and spur her on to find Dante. Then in the control room when Clarke knows she has to pull the lever but in that moment she’s just so scared and helpless - That is the scene I was heavily reminded of in this episode (4x03), because she just looks up at Bellamy, she wants her name to be on the list - but she just can’t do it. 

In 2x16, Bellamy doesn’t skip a beat and puts his hand over hers, telling her they’d do it together. In 4x03, he just tells her quite plainly that if she wouldn’t put her name down, he’d do it. She’s so vulnerable in that moment (Eliza played it so well, bless her), so unconvinced that she should be on that list. But it’s not even a question for him that she should be - So this is how he saves her. 

You know what I think? I think he knew the moment he woke up and saw her crying that his name would be on the list without hers on it. Because while Bellamy Blake may not know she’s in love with him - he sure knows Clarke well enough to know that she would do something like that. And Clarke knows Bellamy knows because she turns her eyes away from him. 

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Stay (Drabble)

Summary: Bucky comes back after a fight.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 501

Based off of this prompt: I need a place to stay.

Warnings: Language, miiinor angst. But otherwise hella fluffy.

A/N: Here’s the last drabble I wrote celebrating 1500 followers. It’s kinda crazy how now that I’m past 2000 now eep. Hope you guys enjoy this!! <3

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Chapter One [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary: The stranger from the diner is more familiar with your family than you realized.

Word Count: 2,377

Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of drinking?

Authors notes:  Sab - Guys. Dreams are coming true (specifically, mine). This is the first chapter and we are so excited to share with you guys! Mostly because pre-ITH Lin is my spirit animal.

Ren - You guys have no idea how excited we are for you to finally dive in with us into this story! Sab and I have a ~thing~ for pre-ITH Lin and the way this story flows when we write kinda speaks for itself. We really hope you guys enjoy it as much as we do!

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“Mom, slow down- What do you need me to do?” You thanked the universe for having a slow day at your job when your mom called. Those phone calls were never calm or short, but today she sounded especially nervous. “Ava? Is she okay?”

I got a call from school, hon, they asked to pick her up earlier, something about a stomach or a headache, I don’t remember.” You rolled your eyes at your mom’s neglect and how it never changed, even after having three daughters. “Since your job is closer to Hunter and I’m on the other side of the city I was wondering if-

“If I can pick her up? Sure, I’ll have to talk to my boss but we’re having a slow day anyway.” You took a deep breath after listening to your mother giving you instructions on how to find your way inside Hunter like you have never been there, hanging up on her after a quick goodbye.

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anonymous asked:

I struggle with Dean still doing random hookups, like many other viewers. It's hard to not let it turn me bitter. But if it helps anyone, i try to look at how it's different now than in the past, and what it means for Dean's arc as a whole. First off, in recent seasons, Dean's hookups are few and far between. And when they happen, it's usually at a time of high emotional stress, often coinciding with worry/loneliness regarding Cas. In other words, in short, they're no longer "dude bro" moments.

Hi there! And yeah, I can see surface-reading why people find it upsetting. And even if I couldn’t understand why people think it looks bad on the surface, most of my inbox today is just fretting over that scene in various degrees ranging from exasperated to distraught to resigned. So yeah, I get it.

Note to people sending me these sorts of anons, these are the things I don’t normally publish, because I’ve already written extensively on my own read on the scene, and it gets to the point where even I can’t really say anything new on the subject, as long-winded as I can be. :P

But as another anon suggested, perhaps we’re “reaching” in our destiel-positive interpretation of this particular scene… I’d like to suggest that since we’re being clobbered in the face both by Cas-adjacent subtext AND seeing a giant BS grace every flat surface in that diner, that we’re being rather forcefully prodded to make that reach.

Dean has, from the first season of this show, used sex as a coping mechanism, typically when he was feeling rejected or fearfully alone. And the parallels between this episode and 5.14 are practically punch-you-in-the-face levels of powerful.

In an episode were Famine told Dean that he was essentially a void and had no real desires for ANYTHING, yet Dean described himself as “well fed,” in that he satisfied each need as it arose and never let it become a desire. He essentially took what he needed when he needed it, in a weird sort of self-medication strategy that I identify with SO FREAKING HARD it’s actually kinda terrifying to me.

(and it’s been suggested that what Dean craved most was actually abstinence, in a sort of zen-calm way that he’s been living since about 12.14 again…but I think it has more to do with calm, with stability, with balance than actual abstinence)

(strangely in that episode the only thing Dean truly seemed to desire, and the one thing he put himself in jeopardy over, that he risked his personal safety for, he gave Cas about two whole seconds to retrieve Famine’s ring before charging in after him, running to his rescue. Which was about the amount of time Sam counted off before Dean charged into the diner in 12.10 where Cas was meeting Ishim…)

And yeah, Dean lampshaded it himself in 12.11, that his hookup with the waitress in that episode was his first in a really long time and he didn’t even remember it, so it was “like it never even happened.” And this is the first time since 12.11 he’s hooked up with anyone else, as far as we’ve seen. Before that when was his last hookup that we know of? 11.13? It’s been a while…

And what prompts this sudden and unexpected hookup? The huge void he’s currently feeling after Cas dropped THOSE WORDS on him in 12.12 and then  suddenly disappeared during 12.15 after obviously maintaining at least regular phone conversations with Dean up to that point. (I’m thinking really strongly of the parallel overlapping phone calls in 12.15 where Sam tells Mary “I love you” while Dean’s signing off with Cas… because they only have one more phone call after that before Cas stops answering, won’t return his messages, and can’t even be located with his phone’s GPS.

Last Dean knew Cas was hunting for Dagon and closing in… which is scary enough in itself but then post 12.17 when Dean didn’t hear back from Cas after he let him know they had a strong lead, and then STILL hasn’t heard from Cas after reporting in the details of their run in with Kelly and Dagon…

I mean Dean does NOT want to think about it but it’s GOT to be eating away at the back of his brain oh my god what if he’s dead what if he found Dagon and he’s dead now… And that is a place he absolutely cannot let his mind wander off to.

but seriously what the hell else would keep Cas from answering for THIS LONG… oh my god could this be the cosmic consequence? did he get himself killed for me and i wasn’t even there to stop it? is it all my fault anyway?

So Dean goes into this diner where EVERYWHERE HE LOOKS is a little ping of CAS CAS CAS from the big “Gus” that from 10 feet away might look like Cas to the mounted fish on the wall to the lost dog sign to all the people in tan coats that suddenly seem to be all the rage everywhere… It’s like he’s being subconsciously haunted by Cas. And the yawning void inside him needs to be filled immediately.

(so he creepily picks the one woman in the place that looks like a young version of his mother and chats her up with the worst line in history and a painfully pasted on grin and gets away from the diner and from Sam who’s telling him everything will be fine, and…)

How is anything in that scene NOT about Cas? And how is this, at all, “reaching.” It’s more like trying to keep from suffocating from how heavily the show was trying to pile it on there.

Which only adds to the sense of “claustrophobia” in the episode (that @postmodernmulticoloredcloak was talking about here. And I think it’s also relevant to how Dean is personally feeling right now. He feels isolated (from Cas, from Mary, and even to a degree from Sam because he feels Sam may be keeping secrets from him still…), he’s frustrated about not having been able to make contact with Cas yet, he does not like having to report to the MoL and be at their beck and call, he feels a creeping sense of violation in knowing that “his home” is not really his, or truly safe for him, after Mick popped in in the previous episode, nor does he like the MoL’s oppressive “Code” and is wary because of the way he and Sam routinely violate it… He’s worried about Mary. But mainly? The thing he was upset about through the entire opening segment? Was Cas. And the worry is smothering him.

When Dean feels emotional stress, he resorts to the appropriate outlet for countering it. Worry and loneliness >>> sex.

If he was angry about something, he’d be drinking or fighting. But he’s not angry, he’s worried. And this is his go-to coping strategy. Sublimation.

The signs as COFFEE

ICED COFFEE: Taurus and Sagittarius

You don’t follow the rules. Attrative and emotional. Pretty much sadist.

LATTE: Cancer and Virgo

Super-hipermega extra cute person. You love coffee with sweet croissants. Dark past.

MOCHA: Aquarius and Gemini

You’re fun and creative. Your phrase is “i don’t need anything, i’m super cool”. But you are timid. Fucking hipster.

AMERICANO: Aries and Capricorn

Cult person. Always calm and conscientious. Your parents are cults too. Weeaboo childhood.

EXPRESSO: Leo and Libra

Extreme anxiety. Your life is your challenge. Furry. You like trains. Kinda cool.

PURE: Scorpio ans Pisces

Hates everything. Obsessive. You don’t need sleep, for something there’s coffee. You like the passionnante art.

emoji review : love letter

a good emoji, very nice to look at, she is good and would never hurt a single soul 10/10

shes trying her best, i like the colors, the pink is nice but i personally think it would look cuter with a pink a bit brighter 8/10

yet another emoji Microsoft messed up with the border, very bland, kinda choppy?? 5/10

v small v nice to look at, i like the 3D effect on this one a bit more then the apple one, kinda bulky looking though 8/10

looks like the ‘’change it so it dosent look like you copied meme’’ but theyre copying apple, i like this more then the apple one in every way? very cute and nice 10/10

still kinda bland but not as bad as microsofts, the heart is a free independent women she dont need no envelope, the envelope itself looks nice tho 6/10

envelope? i dont know her, the heart is very big, they tried to shade but failed 4/10

all these emojis are copying eachother they need 2 calm, i like the rounded edges on the envelope, the red is nice 7/10

i dont like this one at all honestly?? the colors arent very pleasing and the borders are too big; 4/10

shes so full of love, the hearts look nice and the envelope dosent look that bad at all ? 7/10

she looks like she had 5 minutes to get ready for work and threw something together, not a good 3d effect, the colors arent that nice 3/10

kinda hurts my eyes???, they tried to shade it but didnt shade the red, not as bad as the other emojidex emojis tho 4/10

3 Billion Dollars [Part 8] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by gdscock

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: HEAVY angsty at one part, fluff in another

Warnings: Suicide, graphic imagery, swearing

If any mention or thought of suicide offends you please know that I did this for pure fiction and I don’t mean any offense or harm to you. Thank you

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A/N: So this one gets pretty dark, not gonna lie. I am super pumped to share this one though! This one has a lot of GDxReader action going on! NOT SEXUAL. not yet at least. Anyways I hope you enjoy, as always my inbox is always open!

~ Admin Brooklyn


The car ride was filled with tension. You didn’t know where he was taking you. You didn’t know why he was taking you. All you know is that you’re in a car with Ji Yong because he wanted to take you somewhere. Honestly, the tension was killing you but you knew you still weren’t exactly happy with him.

“So, you must have a lot of questions.” Ji Yong started. You scoffed in your seat and looked out the window. You were in Ji Yong’s personal car, a white Lamborghini. Ji Yong speed through the streets and you didn’t know if it was the car or if he didn’t care for the speed limit.

“No, I’m more than okay with the vague and rude answers that you gave me weeks ago.” Sarcasm was laced in every word. You heard Ji Yong sigh, but you weren’t gonna pay attention to it. It was silent for another few minutes, the hum of the car acting as much needed background noise.

“I was worried when I didn’t see you in your room,” Ji Yong said. You looked at him, catching him stealing a glance at you.

“I can’t exactly leave your house, so why would you be worried?” You asked. He thought about it for a minute.

“One thing you need to know now is that your friends can betray you in a minute. And the first thing I will ever do is protect my family.” You watched him, a stern expression on his face.

“We aren’t family though,”

“Not yet,” Ji Yong quietly muttered.

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Until Tomorrow Comes

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“Alright,” Sam announces, tipping his empty in Dean and Cas’s direction. “I’m heading to bed. See y’all in the morning.” He claps Cas on the shoulder before he heads out, leaving Dean and Cas alone in the relative silence of the war room.

Cas is the first to speak. He leans forward, adjusting his jacket, setting his beer on the table. “You should get some rest, Dean. It’s been a long day.”

Pursing his lips, Dean nods. “Prob’ly,” he mutters, draining the last of his beer. He watches Cas for a moment, as if expecting more conversation. When Cas says nothing, he sighs and stands. “What’re you gonna do? Angels don’t sleep.” They gave Cas his own room, but Dean often hears shuffling in the halls at night. He’s not really sure what Cas does all night.

Cas stands, shrugging. “I read, mostly.” Dean watches as Cas glances toward the library. “This bunker has a great deal of interesting books.” When he turns to Dean, he offers the slightest hint of a smile. “I like it.”

Unsure of what more to say, Dean nods again. He pats Cas’s shoulder as he passes, still clutching his beer bottle, and mumbles a “goodnight, Cas.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

The reverence in Cas’s voice freezes Dean in his tracks. He turns to find Cas, still bloody and bruised, watching him with a soft smile. It makes Dean’s heart ache. Suddenly, guilt washes over him. For how he’s treated Cas since Billie. Hell, for how he’s treated Cas for years. “Cas,” he starts, retracing his steps toward the angel. The closer he gets, the bluer Cas’s eyes seem to be. “Look, I…” he reaches past him and sets his empty bottle on the table. Their chests nearly touch. When he stands upright, he moves in closer and lays his hands on Cas’s shoulders, his thumbs brushing the place his skin meets his shirt collar. “I meant what I said earlier. All of it, really. I’m worried. For a lot of things. Mostly, though,” he hesitates and swallows, his throat suddenly dry. “Mostly for you.”

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I usually don’t comment or make a post about what’s going on with these things because I really want this blog to be as drama free as it can be, but I really feel the need to write this.

I absolutely loved how Jack didn’t do the normal intro and outro in this video. It’s kinda what Mark was talking about with respect.

Jack said exactly what he meant, and I have to say I agree with him on a lot of what he was saying.

This whole situation is such a mess and I’m so glad to see people like Jack talking about this in such a calming and respectful way.

anonymous asked:

could you do a boyfriend!jin? I hope it's okay, thank you<33

Originally posted by softfluffytae

  • who the heck looks that good eating im mad 
  • dealing with his constant dad jokes OMG 
  • dating jin means you’re the third parent of bts
  • starring in his  eat jin videos!!! 
  • feeding each other aw lol 
  • imagine him giving you a piggyback ride????? im weak 
  • him being kinda wary of holding hands at first 
  • “my hands aren’t pretty though” 
  • “yes they are, now hold my hand you big doofus” 
  • you get to wake up???? and see his beautiful bare face???? first thing???? im jealous 
  • no matter what condition your skin is in it gets better after you two start dating because he shares his tricks 
  • your cooking also gets better duh 
  • LISTEN cuddling but like he lays on his stomach shirtless and you lay on his back and kiss his shoulders
  • yes. 
  • “are you coming to the music shows?” 
  • “all of them” 
  • fucking in the kitchen ;))))) 
  • “food isn’t the only thing i’m going to eat in here” 
  • i need a bible 
  • attending fancy events with him 
  • like bts is there to perform but you’re there to present awards so you both look all snazzy and hot 
  • OK SO LIKE y;all wanna rearrange the area and ur kinda struggling (maybe idk ur body build but ya) and he’s standing there moving something big with one hand
  • ya don’t forget he works out 
  • him singing to you so you’ll fall asleep faster 
  • or just to calm you down if you’re hyper and he’s tired
  • if he’s feelin like poop you cook his favorite food and he’s like “babe…… i love you so much what the fuck” 
  • he’s already happy u cooked for him but then he tastes it and he’s like “BABE” 
  • makes that noise u know the ONE 
  • and he’s not completely cured but he’s so happy you cooked for him because that means you really paid attention when he was teaching you and it makes him emotional 
  • later that night you two have a talk about why he felt crappy 
  • and it probably brings you closer if that makes any sense what-so-ever 
  • going out with him and joon & one of you takes a #kimdaily pic of joonie 
  • and then in return he takes a cute ass lame ass pic of y’all kissing and posts it on twitter 
  • “look at these nerds aren’t they cute” 
  • going to eat afterward and u offer to pay
  • when u get the check u regret it bc fuuck…… jin eats so much and joon eats a lot too 
  • ok but imagine this 
  • if u have smaller shoulders than jin and wear his shirt its like falling off and stuff and jin sees and hes like “fuck come here” 
  • but if u have wider shoulders then the shirt fits better and he’s still like “fuck come here” because HE LOVES u
  • and you’re wearing his shirt n you look super hot and he’s like o lordy im a lucky dood
  • cusses but then tells you to watch your mouth when you cuss lol what a buttface 
  • GOSH yall would be so cute bts would adore you both 
Calm and Content - reidxreader

Anon requested: I’d love you forever if you could do a Reid x reader one shot where he feels insecure or has had a crappy day and the reader tells him how much she adores him and how much he means to her because I always see fics with an insecure reader so I guess it’d be kinda nice to see spencer being pampered once in a while ❤❤ thank you ❤❤

A/N ok i def agree with u on that and this is a cute request!! i hope i did it justice, enjoy (:  also this is not edited yet

(p.s. sorry this is short, if i thought i could write good smut i would’ve added that in here but i don’t really feel comfortable writing it atm.)

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Spencer had a very long day at work. First, the coffee machine broke while he was there before he had any coffee in his system. Next, he dropped his stack of case files that he was looking over, so he had to reorganize them and start over. Then, he couldn’t even go home early because he had so much work to do that it just was not an option to leave at a reasonable time. On top of all that, he was having a bad day anyway because he’d looked at himself just a bit too long in the mirror that morning and had ended up picking out every flaw.

He was beyond relieved when he was finally finished everything at the BAU and could come home to you. Spencer drove home fast, due to the fact that there was no traffic because it was late.

He unlocked the door to your shared apartment and walked in, lazily discarding his shoes and bag by the door. He didn’t even take off his coat.

You watched as he paced over to you, a prominent pout on his face. He laid down beside you on the couch longways and rested his head in your lap, finally closing his eyes for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Hey,” you spoke softly. “what’s the matter?”

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So today is one of my anxiety days. It’s terrible. I didn’t sleep well and I feel like I might womit and I’m really tense. I try to calm myself down by saying in my head the whole time:
“Calm down. It will be okay. Remember the time you thought it was the end of you but than it wasn’t? You are still here. You survived. Time will go on. You will get over this.”
And it kinda helps. I just need to keep telling me this. Constantly.

Two cute neighbours.

Hello, love bugs!!
Dan x reader
Warnings-fluff, kisses. Also, swears because Dan

1887 words yo, Its a long one.

hi !! i love your writing soooo I was wondering if u could do a dan x reader where the reader moves in next door to dan n Phil n the reader has an emotional support dog (preferably a mini chocolate lab) n dan n Phil loooooove the dog n it’s cute n fluffy !! then it time skips to when dan n the reader are dating n the reader tells dan why they have the support dog (anxiety n panic attacks) n dan is supportive n its just cuuuuuuuuuuttttteeee –anonymous

“Dan!” Phil practically screams as he runs up the stairs.

“What, are you okay?” Dan says jumping from his couch crease to make sure poor Philly isn’t to hurt.

“We have the two cutest new neighbors ever!” Phil announces. Coming face to face with Dan on the landing.

“Phil!” Dan moans putting extra emphasis on his part. “I thought that fucking aliens were outside. Christ!” Dan says walking back into the living room.

“But Dan you don’t understand,” Phil says smiling. “One is possibly the prettiest girl I have ever seen. The other is the prettiest brown lab I have ever seen.” Phil recounts as he moves into the living room staring down at Dan trying to make a point.

 "Prettiest girl ever?“ Dan questions as Phil nods his head in agreement. “Well, I suppose we should be gentlemen and go see if the two of them need help moving in,” Dan says closing his laptop.

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elricmemes  asked:

URGENT QUESTION what kinda of coffee/tea/drinks do the squad like? like, what would they order at a coffee shop? 👀👀 i need it 4 a fic :9 (also sorry if u have answered this before! i could not find it rip)

*sticks leg up*

in the event of a coffee shop au the only thing to keep in mind is that Malek just straightup gulps down black tar nothing can stop this boy. Then it’s followed by a random spike in anxiety so he has to take a lot of lemon balm tea to Calm Down.
Dallas likes boba!! It’s chewy and he likes his tea heavily infused with milk for the #calcium 
Poppy is Also an OddiTea kind of girl, her favorite would be. Wait for it. California Poppy tea. But if she’ll go for coffee she’ll probably go for iced coffee or smth..


Simon wasn’t sure why the situation warranted getting flowers.

Sure, he knew that when people were in the hospital, you were supposed to bring flowers. But he thought that flower hospital visits should be reserved for people who were gravely ill or enduring an especially painful surgery.

Jace did not deserve lilies just because he was getting his tonsils removed. But Alec was covering food, Isabelle was covering movies and most other recovery entertainment, and Clary was covering general comfort with her healing presence. So Simon would feel a bit guilty if he didn’t arrive at the hospital with something for his ailing friend.

And what did you buy for sick people? He’d considered bagels, but that might be hard to swallow for someone who had just gotten their tonsils ripped out, literally. So he psyched himself up, felt a pang of regret for not taking Allegra, and entered Santiago’s Flowers with bravery.

It was a damn shame that Simon was allergic to flowers. They were beautiful, and he use to love going to the botanical garden when he was a kid and his reactions weren’t that horrible.

The small shop was literally overflowing with flora. Brightly painted pots held plump, bright plants that proudly bloomed in the sunlit space. Tangles of vines spilled from hanging pots, some leaves brushing against Simon’s hair as he navigated through.

He sneezed three times before he even got to the register. But hey, it was a pretty sight.

“Be with you in a second!” A voice called from a back room, where the sound of trickling water could be heard if Simon listened closely. There was a particular plant on the counter that had tiny white flowers blooming every few inches. Simon rubbed his finger carefully over a petal and was amazed that something so soft was so natural and real.

“It’s jasmine.” The voice said, closer this time. Simon looked up to see a man about his age, with tendrils of black hair that resembled the wild ivy above them. He had a light spattering of freckles over his nose and spilling onto his cheeks and a small smile on his face as he regarded the plant fondly, like it was an old friend. “It represents dulcis amore. Sweet love.”

His voice was like honey. The whole thing, with the flowers and the beautiful person and the bright colors was like a scene straight out of a movie. Simon could’ve used this opportunity to say something smooth in return, but instead he sneezed. Again.

“God bless you.” The man said, raising his eyebrows. He looked amused. “I’m so sorry.”

“Uh, about what?” Simon said, rifling through his bag to look for Kleenex.

“Allergies are the worst. I am blessed to not have them. I couldn’t imagine not being able to be around flowers.” The man said matter-of-factly. He looked genuinely sympathetic, which was endearing. His name, according to the teal tag that was attached to his apron, was Raphael.

“I can be around them, technically.” Simon said with a shrug. “It’s just a little, uh, inconvenient. It’s worth it, though.”

Raphael smiled, seemingly satisfied with this answer. “So what can I do for you?”

“I need flowers.” Simon blurted, and then laughed a little nervously. He wished he could blame acting like an idiot on the allergies, but that was all him. “I mean, obviously. Uh, I just need something pretty? Something that’s kinda calming to look at.”

“Color preference?” Raphael asked.

“Yellow.” Simon said firmly, knowing without a doubt that it was Jace’s favorite.

Without another word, Raphael walked away from the counter and entered the maze of the store. Simon waited, unsure if he was meant to follow or not. This guy was cute, honestly, and Simon knew that he probably looked a little gross right now, what with his running nose and red eyes. He didn’t want to worsen the situation.

The flower boy returned a few moments later, carrying a vase of bright yellow flowers that billowed from the glass and dangled elegantly from their stems, each one a little work of art.

“Yellow lilies.” Raphael told him. “Pretty and cheerful. Perfect for you.”

Simon didn’t know if he was going into anaphylactic shock, or if the cute guy was actually flirting with him.

“I’ll take them.” He managed to say. He was rung up quickly and he scrawled his signature on the receipt, which Raphael examined.

“Thank you for your business, Simon Lewis.” Raphael said with a calm smile. “Come back soon. Maybe with medication, if that helps?”

Simon replied with something completely unintelligible and stumbled out, clutching at the vase with an iron grip. He couldn’t get the image of freckles out of his head as he made his way to the hospital and up to Jace’s room, where his friends were all gathered around a sleepy and subdued Jace.

“Hey,” Simon greeted quietly, making sure not to jar his friend with too much volume. He set the flowers on the side table, adjusted so that Jace could see. “How’s he doing?”

The question was directed at the alert and conscious people in the room, but Jace answered it himself in his raspy, whining voice.

“He’s dying. He’s already dead, actually, he’s–are those flowers?” Jace’s unfocused eyes were fixated on the lilies and he reached out to touch them, his hand missing just slightly. Clary guided Jace’s hand upward so he could feel the petals and he looked back at Simon, tears welling in his eyes.

“You got me flowers.” Jace moaned, reaching forward to hug Simon weakly. “You’re so good.”

“Someone film this.” Simon instructed, and Alec responded by swiftly pulling out his phone.

“Already on it,” he said as he pointed the camera at his weepy, drugged brother who still had his arms loosely around Simon’s middle. “This is so much better than the video of Izzy after she got her wisdom teeth out.”

“They’re yellow lilies.” Simon told Jace as he worked to detangle his friend and set him back in bed. “The guy at the flower shop said they were good for cheering up. He also told me about jasmine, which represents love, but I passed on that because you haven’t taken me out to dinner in months.”

Jace didn’t seem to register the joke. In fact, he seemed almost asleep suddenly. Simon turned to his friends, who were all making faces at each other.

“What?” Simon demanded.

“When I go to buy flowers,” Isabelle said carefully, “the cashiers don’t usually explain to me which flowers represent love unless they give me their number afterwards.”

“Is he cute?” Alec asked, while Clary simultaneously demanded to know his name.

“Woah,” Simon put his hands up in defense. “I talked to him for what, five minutes? I feel like you guys are more desperate to hook me up than I am. Which, really guys, is sad.”

“You spent five whole minutes in a flower shop?” Clary said with an emphasized gasp. “You made me move my flowers to the balcony but you can stand around in a shop with some guy just because he’s cute? Wow, Simon.”

“That’s not at all the same!” Simon exclaimed, honestly lost. “Five minutes is how long it takes to buy the flowers. And I did it for our poor, tonsil-less friend. Not some guy.”

“Okay, okay.” Isabelle hushed Clary before she could retaliate. “Si, if you like him, you should go back.”

“I don’t even know him.” Simon insisted. “And besides, I’m terribly, horribly allergic unless you’ve forgotten. I’d rather not step back inside a pollen bomb just for some guy and his freckles.”

“Freckles.” Isabelle sighed dreamily. “I love freckles.”

Simon loved freckles too, actually, he always had. The image of them floated through Simon’s mind for days, accompanied by the sweet scent of flowers that he swore was following him like a ghost.

Three days later, he popped an Allegra and went back.

“You look better.” Raphael said in lieu of greeting when he saw Simon walk inside. He had been kneeling down to water a small potted succulent and he stood gracefully, his pink tin watering can bumping against his leg.

“I came prepared this time.” Simon said with a triumphant grin. “Because, uh, my friend really loved the flowers. So I figured, hey, might as well get some more.”

“But you’re allergic.” Raphael pointed out, his head tilted like a confused puppy.

“Yeah, um, they aren’t for me. It’s almost my friend’s birthday. So I thought I would stick with the same idea, because it worked really well on the last guy.” Which was a blatant lie, admittedly, because the next birthday coming up was his own and that was in over a month. But still. He couldn’t get the image of Raphael and his flowers out of his mind.

“Well,” Raphael looked thoughtful, “I’m assuming you want another recommendation?”

“Yeah! And he really liked when I told him what the flowers represented, so maybe you could just tell me about some of them?”

Raphael only cracked a tiny smile, but the sudden sparkle in his dark eyes meant that he was truly excited about this. His passion showed as he explained different Latin translations and growing habits of each species of plant. He gestured with his hands, which Simon couldn’t help but stare at as they glided through the sweet air between them, sometimes brushing against the obtrusive tangles of leaves and vines.

Simon spent nearly an hour there, listening and nodding along and staring until finally, unfortunately, he sneezed.

“Oh,” Raphael abruptly stopped his background on sage, “Bless you. Too much, huh?”

Feeling like Cinderella at the ball, Simon begrudgingly realized that his time was up. He followed Raphael to the register and paid for his violets, which were so beautiful that Simon felt the urge to take pictures.

“I apologize if I rambled a bit.” Raphael said, looking up at Simon with a sheepish grin. “Not many people ask for anything besides the price. It’s–nice to have someone who’s interested.”

“Oh, I’m interested!” Simon said eagerly. “Really. And you explain it so well! I mean, it’s really cool that you’re into something so unique and cool, because the only thing I could talk about with detail is like, Star Wars–”

Raphael laughed, which was almost overwhelmingly beautiful. Simon’s eyes were watery, and it was either from the pollen or the sheer beauty of the human in front of him. Probably both.

“Well I appreciate having someone who’ll listen. You should stick around here. I’ll stock up on tissues, maybe.”

Simon did just that. He came in almost every day, listening to Raphael talk about the flowers. He also met Magnus Bane, who worked part-time and fondly rolled his eyes when Raphael started off on tangents. He referred to Simon as their “unofficial temp” and taught him how to handle the plants, how much water to give to each, and occasionally he whispered Raphael’s favorites in Simon’s ear and gave him little pats on the shoulder.

He had nowhere to put his growing collection of flowers. He made sure to hide them in his room, knowing that Clary would mercilessly tease him if she knew what he’d been up to. His room was tiny and the amount of pollen made it almost impossible to breathe, but the sight of the flowers made him think of Raphael and his eyes and his freckles, so Simon kept them.

He was getting away with it, too, until Jace arrived, unannounced, at the apartment in the early morning. This was when Simon was usually alone, Clary having already gone to her early classes, and he used this time to take his medication and stick his head out the window to breathe fresh air.

Not today.

“Lewis?” Jace called, unlocking the door on his own with his back-up key which Simon regretted allowing him to have. “Hey, I’m just dropping off the–”

He stopped when he saw Simon, who probably looked like an absolute wreck. Simon attempted to hide his face behind his mug of morning coffee, but Jace was already approaching quickly.

“You look like hell.” Jace noted, eyebrows scrunched up in concern. “Are you sick?”

“No.” Simon said with his congested voice that rounded out his words. “It’s just, uh, allergies.”

“Are there flowers in here?” Jace inquired, turning around. He searched the empty living room, then moved on to Simon’s bedroom. Simon was considering tackling Jace before he could reach the door, but he was already too late. Jace stood in his doorway, eyes wide, taking in the sight of dozens of flower pots. “What the hell?”

And then Simon remembered that Jace had been barely conscious when the entire conversation about the flower shop had taken place. Simon made a mental note to thank the heavens at Temple the next time he attended and quickly formulated a response.

“They’re uh, they’re for Clary. They’re a surprise for Clary.”

Jace looked incredulous. “What’s the occasion exactly? I know I haven’t forgotten anything, Lewis, it’s all in the database.”

“Don’t call your brain the database.” Simon muttered. “It’s not really for an occasion, exactly. See, I figured since spring is her favorite season we could do like, a surprise party for her. With flowers. Just because.”

Jace’s golden eyes lit up with unharnessed excitement and he bounced on his heels. “That’s a good idea! She would love it!”

Relief washed through Simon as he nodded, absentmindedly swiping at his nose with his sleeve. He wanted to take his medicine and not have to worry about now planning an unnecessary party, which would only happen when Jace left.

He pushed him out, promising to update him with any new developing plans for the party that Jace was predictably eager about. He loved parties and he loved Clary, so it was a great match.

The entire ordeal had left him drained enough that he resolved to take a quick nap on the couch. The nap leaked into an actual three hours of sleeping and by the time he woke, Simon had to frantically get ready for work.

The day passed with no time to visit Raphael, which Simon couldn’t help but feel disappointed about. He embarked early the next day, determined to have enough time to let Raphael finish his explanation on succulents.

“I had a customer mention you yesterday.” Raphael said when Simon entered. “He came in and bought out a bunch of yellow lilies. He said you were having a, um, spring party? And that’s why you bought all of your flowers?”

Simon flushed a bright red and cursed Jace’s relentlessly moving lips. Raphael was looking at him with confused eyes and arched brows, so he was going to have to explain the truth. However dumb the truth may be.

“So, I made up all these occasions as to why I needed flowers.” Simon admitted softly. “Because I wanted to see you? It’s not that I don’t like the flowers–I do! But I’m like, super allergic, but that didn’t matter because I really, really like seeing you. Anyways, I lied to my friends about it because I knew they’d tease me if they knew what I was doing for a cute guy–”

“I’m cute?” Raphael asked, and Simon looked up to a smug smirk on the florist’s face. Simon couldn’t help but laugh at himself and the whole situation, because honestly it was ridiculous. He was ridiculous.

“I’m sorry for making it up.” Simon breathed. “But you looked really happy whenever you were talking about them. And I know how much it sucks to not have anyone willing to listen about your passions.”

“Well I can still tell you about the flowers without you having to be nearly killed by them, idiota.” Raphael chuckled. “We’ll grab some dinner later tonight, yeah? And I’ll get to see what you look like without your nose all red.”

“I’m cuter when I look normal, I promise.” Simon insisted, which made Raphael laugh again. He plucked a lily from the plant beside him and gently tucked it behind Simon’s ear so it rested amidst his brown curls. Simon sneezed.

“Bless you,” Raphael laughed, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Simon insisted. “It’s worth it.”


finished!! http://something-called-sno.tumblr.com/post/160073921045/the-lost-queen-of-tesseran-okay-lets-be-honest UPDATE 4/26/2017
Fireheart needs fire. Duh, its a given. TBH, Im kinda putting off the rest of the hair because its daunting. 0_0 And pretty pattern scribbles on her dress. :D

Prepping for my Masters Thesis Defense, and Im kinda nervous about it.

So Im drawing instead of thinking about it, because it helps calm me down.

That crown tho…. I never really dabbled in engraving stuff. its kinda fun, and easy.. :P

Aelin Galathynius back on the throne.
I havent drawn people in forever. Its not to bad, right?

skreamingninja  asked:


Thank you for the prompt @skreamingninja! I went a bit fluffier after that emotional rollercoaster for the wolfstar prompt. Here’s an eighth year fic for you. Hope you like it.

Hermione was never one to not have an answer. Not having an answer made her eyes twitch, and honestly, that’s just not on. Some may say that she can be a bit too aggressive in her mission to find out “why?” But, hell, she needed to know and didn’t expect anybody to just give her the answers. Hermione appreciated the work that went into finding answers. The rewards were always so much greater. So why was she so nervous about finding out the answer to her current question?


Harry. Did you hear anything I just said?” Hermione asked, frustrated that Harry was not paying any attention to the essay that he was supposed to be writing or her explanation on the 100 uses of frog’s brain, and instead staring off over her shoulder again. “Yea, Mione” Harry said distractedly, a small frown forming between his brow. She turned her head to look behind her and only saw Malfoy at the table with Goyle, apparently helping him with wand movements for their Charms test tomorrow. Looking back at Harry, then back at Malfoy, she sighed heavily. ‘Please don’t let this be like sixth year.’ Hermione thought to herself. She just wanted a normal year where she could study for her NEWTs and not worry about running off to stop Harry from jumping headlong into another dangerous adventure. They finally had peace, yet the look in Harry’s eyes did not suggest suspicion or animosity. ‘That’s curious’, she thought. A bit of investigation was apparently in order.


Hermione had watched Harry closely over the past couple of days. Her eyes too sharp to not notice the small glances that Harry would throw in Malfoy’s direction. If anybody else were asked, they’d just brush it off as old habits dying hard. Their rivalry too well known throughout Hogwarts. But Hermione could see the subtle way Harry’s eyes would soften when Malfoy would hold his gaze before quickly averting his eyes. 

This was not rivalry, not from what she’d known as Harry best friend for the past 8 years. This was something deeper, that she was sure Harry himself would have a hard time admitting out loud if asked. This was something that she felt when she looked at Ron when he would fall asleep on his chess set in the common room. That scary feeling that even she knew the name of, but would only utter the words when she was sure nobody was listening. It made her anxious. Not because it was Malfoy, who was seen unlearning the toxicity of his past self, putting in the hard work for himself and not his father, yet not asking for it to be acknowledged. 

No. It was for Harry, who loves so fully and intensely that he could easily lose himself. Who has suffered by the hands of those who were supposed to love him yet never thought twice to bring him down and remind him how much they didn’t care. Harry, who deserves so much rest and peace and good things that sometimes she would stay up at night, tears in her eyes, hoping that Harry may have something good just this once. This was her brother, her best friend. She needed to protect him at all costs. 

But…she’s learned a thing or two since the end of the war. Harry is a capable young man who is no longer afraid of letting those around him down for the sake of his own happiness. He has changed since dying by the hand of Voldemort. He came back unapologetic. It would not do for Hermione to interfere. She had to trust him and his decisions.

Hermione smiled a little smile to herself, content with the knowledge that she would protect from afar but not come between. Harry caught her smile just then. “What Hermione?” He asked with a chuckle. “Nothing, Harry.” She grinned at Harry’s amused scepticism. She would wait for him to be open with her about what’s going on with Malfoy and it would be ok. He would be ok.


“Mione, can i talk you for a minute?” Harry asked approaching her in the common room a few weeks later. Looking as though he wanted to flee at the slightest sign of disapproval. Hermione put down her book and patted the spot next to her on the couch.

 Harry smiled in a strained sort of way before settling and throwing up a privacy spell, even though the common room was nearly empty. Hermione chuckled internally but kept her face in an expression of open curiosity. “What is it, Harry?” she asked when he did’t say anything, instead taking deep breaths and bracing himself. “Well, er, I um…I have something to tell you.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck nervously. She knew this was the moment he would reveal his development with Malfoy. She could tell by the slight flush on his cheeks and the small tapping of his foot on the rug. 

“Ok Harry. You know you could tell me anything.” She replied earnestly. Harry didn’t deserve to be dismissed or doubted in this moment. It was not only hard for a young man to express that he was attracted to the same sex, but to be attracted to another young man who’d make little old ladies clutch there pearls if they knew his past. It would not do to be anything but supportive. Harry braced himself with a last calming inhale and uttered the words that he feared would end his friendship and the closest thing he’d ever have to a sister. 

“I, er, I-I’m Bisexual, Hermione. I’ve known for a while now. Since summer, at least. It’s not why I didn’t get back Ginny. I just felt we were in different places. Plus, I’m still attracted to women, I just…I kinda have feelings for a guy and I wanted to see where it went. I wasn’t keeping this from you or Ron or anything. I just needed to know that what I felt was real. And-And I don’t know if you’ll like who I have feelings for, but I just know. I don’t know why, I just do. I feel so alive around him, Mione.” Harry rambled, finally taking another breath and looking at her with uncertainty.

Hermione smiled and looped her arm with Harry’s and leaned back against the couch. He wore a slightly confused expression until she turned and looked at him with a fond smile. He visibly relaxed but she knew she needed to say something soon before he got the wrong idea. “I know why, Harry.” she said softly. “You do?” he questioned, looking even more confused. “But you don’t know who it is, Mione.” Hermione had to actually chuckle softly at that. “Of course I do, Harry. I’m me, for merlin’s sake”, she rolled her eyes at his surprised face. 

“It’s love, Harry. I see the way you look at Malfoy. He’s changed. I can see that too. I think that it’s time for us to put our childish notions of black and white behind us. It’s ok to love him, Harry. Merlin knows you both deserve it.” Hermione finished looking back at Harry’s face. He relaxed even more and looked at Hermione with something akin to awe. She laughed and nudged his ribs as he joined in. “But let’s hold off on telling Ron for a bit, he will have a niffler.” She sniggered. Not everybody needs to know why just yet.