i look crappy but look at how happy i look


Best of Real Got7 S2 1/: Markson (for tuansandwich❤)


When my REAL LIFE OTP is Better than Yours

sorry for bothering you with all my crappy drawings, but i’ve honestly been feeling kinda shit recently so i drew you to make myself feel better

um.. sorry, it’s kinda messy, but i thought i should show you since, well, it is supposed to be you - although it doesn’t look much like you, i’m sorry

the tortoise’s two cents: Sweetie, this looks amazing.  And it does look like me!  I’m super stoked that you drew me–and just look at how happy I look!  

Your art always brings a smile to my face.  I get excited whenever you send me anything.  You’re never ever bothering me, and I feel super special that you even felt like drawing something to show me.  

I’m sorry that you’ve been feeling down, though, and I hope you feel better.  <3  You’re amazing.


This Part twelve of my teen!Derek series thing, cant believe it’s this long and still not finish. It was honestly meant to be a one shot, but you guys loved it so I’ll keep writing it for you lovelies. Anyway here are the previous eleven parts.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Well it looks like time really does fly.

Laura turned eighteen last week, and she and Derek were going to be in New York by this time tomorrow.

You knew they had to go, and you knew you couldn’t go with them, but that didn’t change that you were going to miss them like hell.

Laura was spending her last night in town with her friends from school, they were throwing her a big Going Away Party, so it will just be you and Derek.

You had just got home from your part time job at the craft store, and noticed the lights were all off. Maybe Derek went with Laura to her going away party.

You turned and locked the door. Just as you were going to head to the kitchen to start cooking dinner someone wrapped something on your head.

‘AHH!’you screamed.

The lights came on and you heard a popping sound, your first thought was “Oh shit, guns!” so you flinched and covered your head.

Wait, what is this pointy thing?

‘Happy Birthday!’

You looked up and saw Derek standing there in a party hat (that must be the pointy thing on your head and Derek was the one to put in on you) there was confetti falling (that explained the pop sound) and decorations that were not there this morning.

‘What is this?’ you asked as you looked around.

‘I felt crappy for missing your birthday last year so…I decided to go back in time and right the wrong.’ Derek said.

‘Derek you didn’t have to.’ you said as you looked around and saw how much work he put into the decorations.

‘I wanted to (Y/N), even before all this; before Paige, before Kate and the fire you were you were already doing so much for me. Missing your birthday… it was a dicky thing to do.’ Derek said seriously.

‘Aaaw, come here.’ you swooned as you pulled him into a hug.

The two of you pulled away and Derek smiled.

‘So birthday girl, what do you wanna do first?’ Derek asked.

‘What all did you plan?’ you asked back.

‘Well I got all your favorite movies, junk food galore, presents, and of course cake.’ Derek answered.

‘Um…cake?’ you questioned.

Derek could cook decently enough, but he could not make a desert besides ice cream to save his life.

‘Laura made it.’ Derek explained.

‘Oh thank God.’ you sighed in relief.

‘Cake first, then junk food and movies and presents last.’ you said as Derek lead you to the kitchen where there was a small chocolate cake with sixteen candles.

Derek lit the candles as you sat down and he grabbed your camera.

‘Make a wish and blow them out.’ Derek said, holding up the camera.

You closed your eyes and wished for Peter to wake up and blew. You heard snap the picture and then watched as it slid out the slot, Derek knew to take two so you could put one on Peter’s wall tomorrow.

The rest of the night was amazing.You and Derek ate your body weight in chips, cookies, candies and sodas while watching your favorite movies.

‘Ready for your presents?’ Derek asked as the last movie went off.

‘Yes yes and I think yes.’ you smiled as you watched Derek get up and bring out three two wrapped gift boxes and one gift bag.

‘One is from me, one is from Laura and the other is from your parents. Don’t ask how I got them to send it, but I did.’

‘Derek, thank you for all this.’ you said as you began opening the gift from your parents first.

‘What did they get you?’ Derek asked.

‘A cell phone and three hundred dollars, from their money made hearts.’ you scoffed.

Typical, trying to by your love with over;y expensive junk. You were so not using this phone, but you’re keeping the cash.

‘Moving on, open Laura’s.’ Derek said as he sat next to you handing over his sister’s gift.

Her’s was in the gift back, like it always is because Laura hates gift wrapping, There was a card on it.

I had this made just for you. I know mom never made you pack or offered you the bite, but you were always pack to me.

Your eyes almost watered as you read the note, but you quickly pushed that back as you opened the bag an pulled out a necklace that had a triskelion charm.

‘Help me put it on?’ you asked Derek, handing him the necklace, eager to put in on.

You had never been in the pack, sure you were an ally and you never once brought it up to Talia that maybe you wanted to be or complained about it, but knowing Laura considered you to be that close warmed your heart.

Derek put it on you and you smiled.

‘Now open mine.’ Derek said while you were still not facing him.

You reached for the last box and tore off the rapping paper and opened the box only to find it was empty.

You turned around to ask him what kind of game was he playing only for him to kiss you.

On the lips.

You were too stunned to really do anything like push him away or even kiss him back.

When he did pull back he was as red as a tomato.

‘I know it’s way late, and you already had your first kiss but I wanted to keep my promise. I’m sorry if I ma-’

This time you threw yourself onto him and just kissed him with all you had. Your hands tangled in his hair and once he got over the shock his hands moved to you waist.

Tonight was your last night with him and it was perfect.

Right now on your couch that was covered in all kinds of crumbs, candy wrappers and wrapping paper with your best friend Derek Hale under you everything is perfect.

A/N: I’m the one writing it and I’m not sure if this means they had the sex or not. Tell me what you guys think through either my asks or message me.


Requested by anonymous

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” you insisted with a grin.

“Dressing up as our friends is weird. Nobody does that,” Bucky pointed out, crossing his arms.

“They do if their friend is famous,” you pointed out. “And a lot of people will be going as Captain America this year.”

“Can you imagine if one of the others dressed as me for Halloween?” Bucky asked.

“Actually, I wouldn’t put it past Natasha. Silver duct tape over the sleeve of an old long-sleeved shirt, and smudged eyeliner,” you pointed out.

“Okay, fine,” Bucky sighed. “If we do this, I’m assuming you’ll make me be Cap?”

“Of course!” you replied.

“Because he’ll be more likely to let me borrow his shield?” Bucky asked.

“Nope. We’re using a trash can lid or some cardboard. Maybe even a frisbee,” you replied with a cheeky smile.

Bucky made a frustrated noise. “But why? Why bother going through the effort when we can use the real thing?” he asked.

“Because the real thing would look stupid next to a crappy store-bought costume,” you replied as if it was simple. “There’s usually fake muscles in those costumes for some odd reason. I’m kinda curious how those fake muscles will look on top of real muscles.”

“Alright, that settles it. No,” Bucky stated.

“What, you hate fake muscles as much as I do?” you asked innocently.

“I don’t want to look silly,” Bucky stated. “You go ahead and be Falcon if you want. I’ll find my own costume.”

“Aww, but it won’t be fun without you,” you pouted.

“Of course it will. You’re adorably happy whenever you find a chance to throw on a costume,” Bucky pointed out, making you blush.


Happy Halloween!

I’m pretty proud of my pumpkin this year. It didn’t turn out perfect; I tried to do a shadow projection so it would look like the Beast was towering over Wirt and Greg, but it didn’t turn out clear and the shadow just kind of looks like a weird blob. I still really like how the actual carving came out though!

If you look at it from the right angle, you can see the Beast behind Wirt and Greg through the pumpkin

Love Sick - Fred Weasley Imagine


Can I please get a Fred one where the reader and the Weasleys are all best friends and she always stays at theirs for the holidays and Christmas and stuff and one day she’s super sick and Fred looks after her and lays with her and stuff and they both confess that they love each other? Hope that’s okay! Thank you so much! I love you and your fantastic blog!!

A/n: I’m sorry for the crappy title. By the way I was listening to alternate World by Son Lux. That’s why the story is kind of descriptive when it comes to feelings. (Search the song up! It’s amazing!)

~Fred’s POV~

“Good morning. George pancakes stat.” I say groggily, George passes me the plate of hot steaming pancake and I put three onto my plate. I look around the table to see everyone here except for one person. (Y/n). My eyes widen.

“Where’s (Y/n)?! Did she leave?!” Ginny rolls her eyes at me and sighs deeply.

“Don’t worry, Fred. Your girlfriend is upstairs.” I growl at Ginny’s words.

“She’s not my girlfriend! Stop talking about that! I should have never told you!” I exclaim jumping out of my seat and running upstairs. I’ve already told George and Ginny about my slight crush on (Y/n) and I’m regretting it very very deeply. They will not stop talking, it makes me bloody insane! They say and do the same things! ‘Oh, you and (Y/n) are a perfect match! You need to be together! She loves you!’ 'I always knew you liked her mate! Go get her she likes you too!’ I think they’re lying. They’re just saying that so I can make a fool of myself in front of (Y/n). Or are they? I don’t know what to do when I’m around her. Whenever she’s around me, she makes my heart beat a million times per minute. She makes me feel different and I like different if it’s with her. I knock on her and Ginny’s shared bedroom since she decided to stay with us for Christmas.

“Come in” I hear her soft voice say followed by a sneeze.

“Bless you” I smile opening the door.

“Thank you Freddie. What are you doing here?” She asks blowing her nose into a tissue.

“I came to check up on you. To see if you were okay or if you needed anything.” I sit on her bed.

“Nope. I’m completely - Completely fine.” She coughs harshly mid sentence.

“No, you’re not. I’m taking care of you.” I say, her eyes widen a bit.

“Oh no, Fred! You can’t be near me! You might get sick!” She exclaims

“I don’t care. I’m taking care of you whether you like it or not” I say going downstairs and coming back up a few minutes later with a cup of hot tea.

“Fred, I’m serious. I can take care of myself.” She says softly grabbing the tea out of my hands and taking a sip. She looks instantly relaxed. I chuckle at her.

“Shut up, Weasley.” She mutters.

~(Y/n)’s POV~

Being sick sucks. Especially since my crush wants to take care of me. I have feelings… Feelings I can’t explain… Fred… He’s something more. I’ve been spending every single Christmas at the Weasley’s ever since I met Fred and George on the Hogwarts express on my first year. Fred’s the one who caught my attention the most, the smirking, the winking, the jokes… One of the millions of things I love about him. I never feel uncomfortable around Fred unlike other girls with their crushes. Me and Fred might not even be together at anytime soon. I don’t even know if he likes me or not. That’s why I can’t tell him anything because it might ruin the thing me and Fred have together. Friendship. I’d rather have him as my friend than nothing at all.

My heart beats a little faster when he lays down next to me, he wraps his arms around me tightly making my face nuzzle his chest. The fabric of his shirt tickles my nose making me take two short breaths in before sneezing on his shirt.

“You did that on purpose” he mutters

“Did not! Your shirt is tickling my nose!” He shakes his head in disbelief. I laugh and snort making him laugh too. Soon there’s a long pause.

“Can I ask you a question?” He whispers turning on his side to look at me. I do the same and look into his big brown eyes, which I enjoy looking into. I nod my head lightly.

“Do you like anyone?” I stay quiet for a moment before speaking.

“There’s a special someone. I like him but I don’t know if he likes me back.” My voice comes out like a whisper. I can’t believe I’m saying this to him. Fred looks nervous, I can tell by the look in his eyes.

“How about you?” He hesitates but speaks.

“There’s a girl. I just don’t know how to tell her.” He avoids my eyes by looking around the room.

“Hey, look at me” he makes contact, I see little beads of sweat on his forehead. I feel kind of disappointed at this point. If it were me, I don’t think he would be telling me anything. By the sound of his voice he really does like this girl but, I’m not going to tell him crappy advice just because I like him. If he’s happy I’m happy.

“Just go for it” I blurt out, his eyes widen.


“Just go for it. If she likes you, she’ll kiss you back. If she doesn’t, well at least you got to kiss her.” I fake smile. It hurts. Before I could say anything else, Fred grabs my face and crashes our lips together. I’m surprised but I kiss him back to show him that I like him. The kiss was amazing and I wanted it to last forever. I grab his face and deepen the kiss, he brings me closer by grabbing my hips making my hands slip to the back of his neck. He pulls back and pecks my lips a couple of times before stopping completely.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I whisper.

“I think I should be the one asking that question.” He says smugly. I got him on the chest lightly.

“I was scared. I didn’t want to lose you. I want you in my life, I don’t want you to be running away from me because I’m just some weirdo that likes you. Then, when you said just go for it. I got courage.” He mumbled. I kissed him again and sighed in relief.

“Fred Weasley, I can’t believe that you’re more blind than a bloody bat! I’ve liked you for a while now, how could you not see that!” I exclaim.

“I don’t know! I guess I never really looked if you were giving me signs because I was always so busy looking at you” he said quickly. His eyes widen.

“I’m not a stalker” I laugh at him and bury my face in my hands. He grabs me and brings me close to him like I’m a teddy bear. I cough then remember.

“Fred! I’m sick and I kissed you!” I exclaim getting off the bed to go downstairs and grab some medicine for him to prevent the cold growing on him. I don’t make it far due to Fred grabbing me again and pulling me on the bed.

“I’m fine” he mumbles kissing my neck.

“You’re going to be sick if you don’t take any medicine.”

“I’m not sick and tomorrow I will not be sick. I’m perfectly fine.” I roll my eyes at him but enjoy being held in his arms. He wraps his legs around me too, I laugh shaking my head.

~The Next Day~

I wake up to the sound of excessive coughing. I slowly turn around to see Fred coughing into his pillow. He turns to me with a smile on his face.

“Sorry love. Didn’t mean to wake you” he mumbles rubbing his head.

“I told you” I say smugly.

“I’m not sick! I just have a sore throat, I slept the wrong way.”

“Sure you did” I laugh making fun of him the rest of the day.


apoll-oh-no  asked:

do you have any art tips for beginners?


Step #1
DRAW EVERYDAY. It doesn’t have to be a big picture or an extravagant work of art that you spend hours on. It could just be a simple doodle at the bottom of your math homework. Just make sure that you’re practicing every day and getting into the habit of drawing something, anything. I don’t care if it’s just a scribble on a napkin, take some time out of your day to draw something. I promise that with each passing day, your art will improve. You don’t know how many times I’ve flipped through a notebook that took a year to finish and being truly shocked at how much the last page looked so much better than the first. Your art will continue to grow and get better, but you gotta give it the chance. You gotta put in the effort. It will absolutely be worth it in the long run!

Step #2
IT’S OK TO COPY. Now before I get hugely gunned down by this, let me explain. Growing up, there were these couple of artist’s style that I absolutely adored, and I knew I wanted to draw with as much detail an accuracy and expression as they did. So I copied their art. I would either stare at it for hours trying to mimic how they drew a certain pose or hair style, or I would straight up trace it on my computer screen. THIS IS OK. Why is it ok? Because I NEVER posted that art. I never showed anyone that art. I never credited that art as being my own. The only purpose that copying served was to help me get into the rhythm and practice of being able to draw certain things better ON MY OWN. As long as you don’t actually STEAL the person’s art and claim it as your own, then it’s ok and I highly recommend it to young artists who are still trying to get their own style going. How else are you going to learn unless you study from someone else? 

And it’s ok to compare yourselves with other artists. I see a lot of posts about how you should never compare your work to someone else’s, but I think that, at least for a beginning artist, you absolutely should! The reason being because it’ll help you to learn and grow and get as many tips as you can so that you can have the best artillery at your side to be able to use when creating a style. DON’T compare yourselves to artists or their work if you only mean to bash your own. And DON’T ever say that you will never be able to draw like that person because your art sucks comparatively. Just. No. Guess what? You’re right. You will never be able to draw like that person. Because that is their style. It has nothing to do with your art’s value or your ability. What you can do, is compare you art at a brighter angle. “I’ll never be able to draw like that person, but I like the way they draw eyes, and I wanna see if I can try to practice and draw eyes like that on my own characters.” That’s ok! Just be smart with this, and use your common sense sweethearts.

STAY POSITIVE. Relax. Take a deep breath. You’re not going to be a Da Vinci in a day, ok? So don’t stress about it. It’s going to take time and effort. But if you’re dedicated enough, then you’ll get there. Don’t ever criticize your work more than you need to. You are your harshest critic, but you’ll never get anywhere if you take yourself to seriously and reprehmend every little detail. Take the good with the bad. With every critic, find a compliment. Give yourself a chance to grow and learn and ALWAYS be proud of what you have accomplished so far! Don’t get discouraged by people who are better than you at a younger age, or are super popular or really anything. Don’t let anyone discourage you or make you feel like your art is any less valid. Don’t draw for anyone but you. You might be your biggest critic, but guess what, you should also be you biggest fan! Drawing is hard! But look at you, doing it and conquering it and having such patience and resilience for it! You’re already so amazing! And your art will be too! Have confidence in yourself, even if others don’t. I promise, you’ll get to where you want to be eventually, and you’ll be so happy when you do! You’ll look back on your old binders filled with Oc’s and self inserts and just be amazed at how much you’ve grown from when you first started! (Yes always keep old drawings. I don’t care how crappy they are, KEEP THEM! They’ll be so much fun to look at when you’re older!)

There are a lot of tips and techniques that other people can give you, but these are 3 tips that have always gotten me through thick and thin, and I hope they’ll help you. Just remember babes, drawing is fun! And it’ll only get more fun as you go along!

So keep learning. Keep striving. Keep practicing. Keep confident. Keep trying.

Keep Drawing! And never stop drawing!