i love anchor

I’m getting Caroline’s diaper bag and diaper covers monogrammed. And I have to find her a LSU outfit before college ball starts back. Geaux Tigers 🐯💜💛. My dad will be pissed since he’s a die hard Bama fan 😷.

Her daddy’s face 😒🙄 while I’m telling him all of this.

I don’t think he realizes that I’m a true southern belle. I love monograms, anchors, huge houses with wraparound porches, and the SEC.

I can’t wait to move back south!

Astraia Lavellan - Seven of Wands

A few months ago, I had the opportunity to commission @xfreischutz to make a card for my Inquisitor, Astraia Lavellan. The final result was more than worth the wait! Frei paid so much attention to details and had creative interpretations of my ideas, managing to take my massive amount of information about my character and distill it down into a wonderful image.

They were a pleasure to work with and I am so glad that I commissioned them. ♥

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“I don’t know anyone who doesn’t need a little rescue.”

“Some people make a habit out of being rescued. Just like some people make a habit out of jumping in after them.”

Damn. ☕️☕️☕️

I bet when he was writing The Anchor Dan Smith had no idea that song would literally keep me sane and well in the toughest moments of my life. I’m not being dramatic or something it literally calms me when there’s no hope. It cuts through all the noise.
Let the days be dark cause You cut through all the noise, Dan. Thank you!

so apparently someone made a survey of favourite destiel fic authors (that someone being @unforth-ninawaters​), and somehow i’m ranked as 5th favourite????!?! thaNK YOU people who put my name down????? my mother is gonna be thrilled (and then ask why i’m not #1)

on another note, i’ve spent the last two days of my life painting my room purple after literally 8 years (and i mean literally, not figuratively, or exaggeratively), trying get my health up enough that i could paint a hecking wall. it. is. done. THE WALLS ARE PURPLE

I AM PLEASED

AND DEAR GOD I AM EXHAUSTED IT’S 3AM everything hurts i’m dying i need to sleep

k bye

links to all 65 of my destiel fics on ao3, because of reasons

some favourites:

and my newest fic (which i’m changing the summary for right now because nobody knows what it’s meant to be):

I didn’t know what to feel when you told me it didn’t feel the same anymore. I thought our love was anchored 1,000 feet deep into our sea of lust and I thought we gave each other everything. I swear you told me a million times we were right for each other and that nothing else felt so real. Even on the nights that bourbon lullabies sang you to sleep and crazed images of cigarettes were all you craved, we found a way back to each other. You danced me into a love so real, so indulgent, and my lips never stopped tasting you.

I didn’t know what to say when I came home and you were packing your belongings. All those late night conversations and prescription medications lingered with me after you walked out that door. You pierced me in my most vulnerable places, and now I’m left bleeding on these wooden floors without your words stitching me up.

I don’t know why it’s two years later and your voicemails still put me in comas. I can’t tell you why my heart still aches or why your side of the bed is still waiting for you. Your touch gave me infinite butterflies, and now my stomach is empty.

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Hey my loves, so.. my first ever recolor was this amazing bathing suit by @strange-girl-sims and well, it came out okay, but it was literally the first thing I ever did - so I revisited it and kept some of my favorite patterns and added some new ones. So anyway there are two files: one has 15 ombres and the other has 24 patters. 12 pattern tops with solid bottoms and 12 pattern bottoms with solid tops. I plan to do this suit in solids as well as in anchors (because I can and I love anchors stop judging me!!) I am probably also going to do some in all patterns. I don’t know I am obsessed with this bathing suit.. or recoloring bathing suits in general but I am….

DOWNLOAD:

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME TO STOP. 

anyways.. you know the drill.. hit that reblog button. give me some hearts! bring me chocolate! give me hugs! tell me you love me.. all that good stuff. I love you all very much. 

Shout out to @enticingsims for no reason other than being my other half.

Tied To My Brain

Dan Smith Mini-Fic

You slumped into the couch and next to your boyfriend. It was two days after the Paris attacks and you were still feeling the anxiety and terror that many were feeling. “What’s up, Daniel?” You said.

He shrugged as he pulled you closer to his side before resuming his attention to the papers before him. “Hmm, the usual, babe.” He softly smiled, comforted by your presence.

You gave a laugh before reaching for one of the papers. “Is this the nameless music you started yesterday?”

“It is, but it now has a name though.”

You nodded carefully before looking at the paper he had in one hand. “’Warmth’ is it? What’s it about?” You got to have a better look at the sheet music, since he usually has the music notes on the piano before writing lyrics.

“It’s about you,” He said it so nonchalantly it almost made you burst out in laughter due to confusion. Almost.

“Me? Again? When did you become such an ugly soft?” You chuckled.

“I’ve always been an ugly soft, shut up.” 

“Whatever, babe.” You shrugged, then began to fiddle with a string from his hoodie. “I really don’t want to go to Kyle’s house party.” You made sure you placed strong emphasis on ‘really’.

“And why is that?” He softly laughed, placing his cheek on top of your head.

“I dunno. I have this strong urge to just stay in, cuddle, pop in a movie, eat some take-out… Y’know? Plus it’s raining, what better way to spend a rainy day than be inside!”

He gave out a soft hum. “Yeah, I understand. I don’t want to work on music or see anyone today.”

You both sat there in silence, letting the rain set the somber tone. It was true, you wanted to stay in and do nothing but be with your boyfriend. “Can you tell me that one story of Woody at the bar in New York?” You wrapped your arms around Dan, so he did the same.

Your question, though, made Dan laugh while doing so. “Um? I suppose… Well, as you know, we were coming back from our show–…”

It was that quick that you felt yourself drift to a heavy sleep.


You were slowly waking up mentally, but you let your eyes be shut for a while. You could hear the piano and Dan’s voice. Working on music.

Properly opening your eyes, you sat up from the laid down position that you were in on the couch. Knowing you went to bug Dan around 4 P.M, you were surprised to see it was close to 11:30 P.M. Well, looks like you wouldn’t be making it to Kyle’s party. 

Groggily getting up, you wandered to the room where all the music equipment was at. The door was wide open, but you just leaned against the doorframe, not wanting to disturb Dan. 

“You were the light that is blinding me
You’re the anchor that I tie to my brain
‘Cause when it feels when I’m lost at sea
You’re the song that I sing again and again
All the time, all the time
I think of you all the time
All the time, all the time
I think of you all the time.”

Those were the last words that you managed to catch before he stopped singing and just played, from you assumed, was the end of the song. You let the last piano notes ring before you cleared your throat. Should you let him know that you heard that? 

“That was a nice ending riff, wish I heard the lyrics. Was that ‘Warmth?’” You faked the comment.

He nodded solemnly. “It’s not ‘Warmth’, no, but you will hear it, one day. Trust me?”

“Trust you.” You cleared your throat once more. “So, uh, how long have you been awake? I guess I slept, like what, seven hours?”

“I didn’t go to sleep.”

“Daniel!” You cried. “It’’s getting late.”

He gave you a shit-eating grin. “I know! I know, but I had to finish this song in one go, I didn’t want to loose inspiration.”

“So is it finished?”

“Yeah.”

“Then get ready for bed! I’ll go make us some tea.”

“I’ll just hop in the shower then.” He smiled and jumped up. He ran to plant a quick kiss on your lips before rushing to the bedroom.

You rolled you eyes and headed back to the kitchen. You prepared the dishes, the cookies, and set the cool kettle on the stove. However, you couldn’t get rid of that song. You needed to see the full thing.

With this strong curiosity in mind, you headed back to the music and looked through the sheets of music. It was titled ‘The Anchor’. You, then, knew you were going to cry.

The lyrics were about you, no doubt, but what they said made your heart heavy with love. He had such a powerful way with words you were jealous of him. You re-read everything over and over again, hungry to memorize the entire song. You were his muse, his inspiration, the love of his life, his anchor. You were the one holding him down.

You were already crying but it wasn’t until one hit a sheet of the music that you realized that you shouldn’t be here to long. You rushed back to the kitchen to make sure nothing was overheating. You splashed your face with cool water, as well as dabbing a kitchen towel with cold water over your eyes, to make sure that the evidence of crying would be whipped.

You couldn’t stop thinking of the song, though. The fact he thought of you as his anchor was beautiful. Then, an idea came to you.


You studied the piece of art with care in the mirror. The detail, the color, the meaning; all amazing, all worth the pain and money. 

“Just follow the instructions on the packet, same from what I’ve told you, and you should be good to go!”

“Again, thank you!” You gave the person a short, unexpected hug, before rushing outside and hopping into your car. You had ‘The Anchor’ stuck in your head the entire drive home. You just couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.


You made sure you opened and closed the front door with caution, as you didn’t to alarm him. You made your way to the living room and stood in the middle, and you made sure that your back wouldn’t be facing the entrance from the hallway to the living room. “Hey, babe, could you come in the living room? I got something to show you!” You yelled.

“I’m coming!” His voice rang from the music room, you could tell. His footsteps just got closer and closer. “What do you need?” He smiled, inspecting the fact you looked normal.

“Stand in front of me.” You pointed to the spot. “And then close your eyes, no peeking.”

“I swear, if it’s a puppy…” He laughed, making his way to his position and then closed his eyes.

You waved your hand in front of his eyes before turning around in satisfaction. Per instruction, you already had your hair up in a bun. You would have it up for quiet a while.

“Okay, now look.” With your heart racing and blood rushing in your ears, you squeezed your eyes shut.

He was in shock. There you were, with a tattoo of an anchor. A beautiful one at that. It was a nice shade of dark, navy blue, and the ropes stretched up but seemed to disappear within your neck. It was so realistic! “Is that, is that, an anchor?”

Not wanting to face him just yet, you nodded. “The night that we didn’t go to Kyle’s party, I actually heard the song. And when you were in the shower, I looked at it again. I’m sorry, but it was so beautiful. I cried while reading the lyrics over and over and over again. Dan, I’m sorry I looked. I really am.” Your voice broke towards the end as you actually began to well up with tears. “I’m so sorry.”

People got tattoos of his lyrics, of the band name, the symbol, so this shouldn’t be a big deal to him. But it was different. You, his lover, got a tattoo of his work. His stuff! He couldn’t believe he meant that much to you, that you loved him that much. Daniel typically viewed himself unworthy of your love, of your company. 

“Don’t apologize.” Was all he managed to croak out. He was still in a state of shock. 

You buried your head into your hands as you began to actually full on sob. You weren’t crying over the fact you looked at his surprise work, but over the amount of love you had for him.

He stepped up to hug you from behind. It was when he buried his face into the crook of your neck that you felt the tears of his eyes. Oh my god, he was crying too!

You quickly turned around to embrace him in a hug, and he responded by holding on to you tightly. 

The two of you cried there for quiet a while, clearly overwhelmed with love you had for one another. You both let the time pass as you two tried to calm yourselves.

“I had to get this tattoo because you’re tied to my brain, too.” You finally explained yourself slowly. “You’re my anchor.”

Dan separated himself from the hug to get a good look at you. “I love you so fucking much.” He looked right into your eyes when he said that.

“I love you, too.” You smiled.

“I’ll propose to you one day, I swear. You’re the only one I want, from here on out. Trust me?”

“I trust you.”

I am literally crying that scene was so beautiful and perfect, just for once since the time jump, Emily was happy and Paige was happy and I’m happy because my bbs deserve the world I’M WEAK

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MARKJAE (got7 otp challenge 2/21)–

‘take my hand and my heart and soul, i will only have these eyes for you…’cause you are the only one’– ed sheeran“ONE”