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Happy Snolidays?!

Some of you might recall a holiday event that @tailsandco​ hosts every year called Happy Snolidays! This last month was especially busy though, and especially with finals, she handed it to me this year!

It’s a little bit late, but we’re gonna give it a shot and try to make it work!

I’ll start with some general rules and information.

Photo sets will be posted every day of: December 20th - December 31st

1.) It’s open to all holidays! Not just Christmas! It has to be holiday themed though, hence “Snolidays!”

2.) Reptiles only please! As much as I love the fuzzy ones, Happy Snolidays was always kept to reptiles.

3.) You have to comment on or reblog this post and tell me you want to take part in it! You don’t have to tell me which day, I’ll take care of that. Also try not to tell me in the tags, I can’t read all of them. I’ll make sure everyone can take part!

4.) You can add as many pictures as you can fit in one post!

5.) When you post your set (on the date you’ll be given, by me), @ me and add “Happy Snolidays” to the tags! I’ll reblog it on the said-date. You can also submit it to me on the day of, or before your written date comes!

6.) Keep it safe! Don’t put your reptiles in harmful situations; pine, sharp objects, sticky materials, heavily scented things like candles, etc. etc.! I hope you can understand I wouldn’t want to reblog and perpetuate bad husbandry.

7.) I’ll post an updated list of dates and taken slots soon!

8.) Pictures don’t have to be super high quality! I post a lot of pictures from my own photography standards, but I want to see everyone’s pictures!

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So to overview, to get involved: Tell me you want to join in the comments or by reblogging this post –> I’ll reply, telling you which date you got –> have your pictures ready and posted/submitted on your date!

Main idea overview: You’ll have your holiday themed photoshoot featured on my blog!

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If you have any questions, please ask! Happy snolidays!

Well here it is, months of stress and planning and finally the result:

Do I not cringe when I look at myself? No. But given how rushed the posing and taking of the picture were it turned out very well-I’m smiling, fully, and the cover art and title are clearly visible. That was pure luck.

Henry was lovely, very polite, he puts you right at ease, every bit the gentleman we’ve heard he was.

Types of Stranger Things blogs:

Part 1

Blessed, positive energy, probably won’t hurt you:

The Steve Stan: has loved Steve since season one, rolls their eyes when you say he was redeemed in season two, blurry Joe Keery pictures, dad Steve headcanons/memes

The Soft Mileven Shipper: reblogs every gif set of the kiss™, listens to Every Breath You Take everyday, doesn’t ship Millie and Finn, respects other ships, isn’t homophobic

The IT Fan: crossovers with ST and IT, wants the two casts to hang out more than anything, loves Africa by Toto, doesn’t know if you’re talking about Mike Hanlon or Mike Wheeler but loves both of them with all their heart

The Heterophobe: hardcore ships Byeler, believes in lesbian Max, despises Billy and wants you to know it, Henclair, Elmax, tired of the straights testing them, doesn’t need your approval

The Will Byers Fan: always super nice, kind of stressed, wants to know what’s wrong with their boy, probably ships Byeler but that’s not their main focus, biggest advocate for Noah Schnapp winning an Emmy

Part 2

Tag yourself!

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guess what: there’s a Limit of Pictures you can add to a post. Tumblr is destroying all my precious work –
anyway it’s the flower!AU !! “flirting” part 1 !
headcannon; Dean sucks at flirting with Cas (he’s to beautiful)

the text I couldn’t include ‘cause hey, I wanted it to be on a seperate page.
Dean: “Today’s the day !
The day ..
where I’m gonna
flirt with him ! “

there’s also a ugly Dean reaction I didn’t included because it’s ugly and Tumblr wouldnt let me ..

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Stay  ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”

“Exactly.”

She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

***
Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

***
Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

***
There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.


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The Hottest Day of the Year//Finn Wolfhard x Reader

It was the hottest it had been all summer, and you and Finn were outside in your pool. Millie and Gaten were on their way, and Caleb and Noah were five minutes down the road. Since your parents were out of town they had agreed to let you have everyone over for a couple of days, just to catch up and have fun. Since Finn had been filming IT and you had been involved in various photo shoots and interviews for your upcoming movie, there hadn’t really been a chance to meet up with each other.

Your phone started ringing so you climbed out of the pool and went to answer it. It was Caleb.

“Hey.” You said when picking up the phone
“Hey, we’re literally just coming round the corner right now.”
“Okay, I’ll come and open the gates.”
“Alright. See you soon.”

Despite being soaked you ran through your house, out of your front door, and down your driveway to open the gates. After typing in the pin, the metal gates automatically opened. Finn came out behind you, soaking wet too. About a second after, Caleb’s Range Rover pulled in with his dad behind the wheel. Noah and he both got out of the back with their bags. Noah looked even taller the last time you saw him if that was even physically possible.

“Hey guys,” Noah said with a smile,“I can’t believe how hot it is.”
“Of course it’s hot,” Smirked Caleb, “I’m here.”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure that’s the reason.” Finn rolled his eyes earning him a smack on the shoulder from Caleb and a laugh from Noah. You, however, was distracted as Gaten and Millie had arrived. As soon as Millie’s feet hit the ground she launched herself at you, dropping her bag on the floor without a care in the world.
“Y/N!” She squealed
“Millieeeeee!” You giggled and hugged her back having missed her for so long. Gaten was congratulating Finn on his work on IT.

After greeting each other you headed inside. After everyone had put their bags down and changed into swimwear, you went out into the hot afternoon sun. The cool water was as inviting as ever, not that you had long to admire it. Gaten had come up behind you and pushed you in. As you hit the water you felt instant relief since it was so cold, but that was short lived because as soon as you were up you reached over the edge and pulled Gaten in. Soon, everyone was in the pool, splashing each other, jumping on each other’s backs and getting pushed off. It was great to be with everyone again.

Later on that afternoon…
It had been a couple of hours since everyone had arrived. Since then you and Noah had made fresh lemonade. All of the boys were sat on the sun loungers in the shade while you and Millie had your feet in the water, your sunglasses on and cold drinks in your hands. You weren’t giving in to the heat so quickly.

“So,” Millie said in a quiet voice, “Are you going to tell Finn?”
Your heart leaped in your chest.
“Te-tell him what?” You try your hardest to sound indifferent, but that wasn’t happening
“Oh come on Y/N!” She whisper-shouted, “I’ve seen the way you look at him! You haven’t been doing a wonderful job of hiding it!”
“I haven’t?”
“Most definitely not, no.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, I think you should tell him. Especially since you live so close to him. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with only seeing each other every so often.”
She had a point. You did and always had lived close to Finn, which was quite fitting the more you thought about it.
“I’ll see how I go Millie. I might tell him.”
“I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”


It was dark outside by this point so the decision was made to go inside. You had ordered pizza and were now eating it upstairs in the movie room. After an argument about what to watch, Finn had stood up, snatched the remote out of Gaten’s hand and had put a film on just to shut everyone up. You were more than happy with his choice as it happened to be one of your favorites.
Millie had been extremely sly and made sure that you and Finn were the only two left without a seat on the sofa. Without any discussion you had both sat down on one of the cuddle chairs together, pulling the blanket off of Caleb before doing so as he’d stolen the seat you wanted. You certainly didn’t have a problem with this, and it didn’t seem as though Finn did either.

About halfway through the movie, you decided to go down and get a drink. After announcing this, everyone decided that they wanted one too, so you were left with tea duty. After filling the kettle and switching it on you heard footsteps running down the stairs. It was Finn.

“I came down to see if you needed any help.”
“Thanks,” You smiled, “Apparently I’m the maid tonight.”
Finn laughed and went over to the fridge to get the milk out while you poured in the water. You were very, very conscious of his presence.
“You know Y/N,” he said, “I saw the trailer for your new movie yesterday. I literally cannot wait to see it.”
“I can’t wait to see IT! I’ve already preordered tickets.” You looked up at Finn and saw him blush, causing you to smirk.

As carefully as you could you took the tea upstairs. As there were six of you, you and Finn had to make two trips, and by the time you had sat back down together, you had missed the best part of the film.
Once it was finished you all decided to watch another one, but you didn’t last long. The day had made its mark on you, and without hesitation, you fell asleep next to Finn.

You woke up to the feeling of someone’s arm around you. Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw Finn’s sleeping face right opposite yours. His arm was holding carelessly onto your waist and his other was resting on your leg that was slung over his. To put it lightly, you were tangled. And it made your heart skip a beat. Or two.
You didn’t want to move in case you woke him. In all honesty, you didn’t really know what to do. Finn decided for you. He opened his eyes and smiled. You thought you were going to go into cardiac arrest.

“Morning.” He whispered
“Morning.”

That was it. You were done waiting. Not caring about the others in the room, you kissed him lightly on the lips. When you parted you rested your forehead against his, smiling the entire time. It was so utterly perfect. Well, it would have been if it wasn’t for Noah and Millie shrieking and taking a picture of the two of you.

“I SHIP THIS SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!”
Noah literally shouted this so loudly that it woke Gaten and Caleb up.

You loved every single person in that room with all of your heart, especially Finn.

@dauntless-initiate-hola this is for you! I’m also writing some more! This just turned into a Finn x reader. I’m going to write a Wyatt one because I’m Wyatt Oleff trash idk about you… I might also do another Gaten Matarazzo one ❤ Let me know if you’d like anything else in particular x
BS&T SCREENSHOTS

When a 18+ scene comes on tv and your parents cover your eyes

When you see your best friend in public and they don’t see you

Payback 

“And this is son how we’ll snatch Armys again with our next album”

Hobi’s looking at the art..Tae is looking at a masterpiece..

Memekook f4

Beside the fact that his hands are beautiful, what really caught my attention is THOSE CUTE BABY HAIRS

Jungkook is always sleeping in the most uncomfortable positions ever…either upside down or hanging from a freakin swing


Here’s the part that every single army loves and dw I’m gonna show you that the sexiest part of their dance looks really, really weird if you happen to pause at the right time!!

Jimin’s literally flying 

Jungkook is down on all four…(this sounded really weird I know)

Then there’s Jin

And Namjoon

Here’s some un-explainable pictures(?)…

(Just look at Hobi and Yoongi…they look possessed…)

This reminds me when I loose smth and the first thing I do when I start looking after it is that I start touching my boobs…

They’re dancing salsa in the background…they’re so talented 

When you say or do smth stupid and have to fight the urge to punch yourself in the face

Legends say that if you look at this picture for 0.000000001 seconds you’ll fall in love with the man in the picture

…………..(can someone teach me how to write “….” in caps??)

When you see a spider on the wall and decide to run for your life…I feel you Kook…I really do…

Okay but why’s Tae so aggressive..? And Jimin’s really feeling himself…Hobi looks mad…What’s going on…I’m confused…again..I’ve been confused since I became an army

Idk what to caption this I’m still confused 

anonymous asked:

fkwkskfkd I never send things to the blogs I follow like this but I kinda need help with a lot of things but what if I want to give up on art? I love drawing but,,,, nothing looks good I'm just getting worse and worse and idk what to do I have no inspiration and nothing comes out as planned dkkfkdkskfnfnakxkfk

Ahh, I’m so glad you reached out! Honestly I seriously love giving advice so I’d be happy to help you out. Every single creator has doubts, even famous illustrators and artists, so I’d be happy to share what I and others have done to help ourselves out. 

Firstly, remember that practice is key. When you’re in an art block or frustrated with art, break the mold and do something that’s a bit different. What I tend to do is draw flowers from reference pictures or go outside and draw a tree or something. Other times, I’ll do thumbnail sketches of compositions like these.

You could do a still life, sketch only the part of a body you’re comfortable with, or do gesture drawings (which intentionally don’t look great). Heck you can even trace art, color someone’s line art, or things like that (obviously don’t share without artist’s permission though)! Looking at art tutorials can be a great source of inspiration too. 

Once you’re a bit more like “okay, I like this even when it doesn’t look great!” then you can start practicing the weaknesses you see in your art. For me, for instance, I tend to go with more stagnant poses and I’m not very good at drawing mouths and intense facial expressions. So I started googling references and just sketching them. When you treat it like a study, there’s less pressure for it to be perfect. You’ll notice some will look better than others but, when you walk away and then have to draw that part again, you’ll notice that it comes to you easier. 

Now, here’s the most important thing to remember when you feel like you’re getting worse. You’re not actually getting worse, you’re becoming more in tune with your art and noticing things you want to improve more. This is progress!! Awesome super fantastic progress! It only seems like you’re getting worse because you’re noticing the areas you want to improve more. So, all you have to do is start practicing those areas. 

While you’re doing this, celebrate how much more aware of the awkward anatomy and compositional errors and weird things you are. This is the best guide towards becoming a better artist–to be critical of your own work. But, to make sure you don’t knock yourself down with self-criticism, remember to be compassionate and honor what that teaching voice is sharing with you. Work together to become a better artist, to learn and grow. 

Lastly, remember that all of your favorite artists started somewhere and gosh did we start somewhere horrible lol. We all doubted our work (I still get frustrated sometimes!) and felt like we’d never be on par with our favorite artists. But we kept working–both on improving our artistic confidence and skills. 

So long as you keep trying, you’ll make it to where you want to be. That’s the only thing you need. 

For bonuses (lol) let me show you some of my old art compared to my newer stuff so you can see how bad I used to be (and most of these art was after about 5 years of study anyways!!).  

That piece is from seven years ago, so it took me seven years of doing art most days of the week to get to this sort of work: 

Now here’s a super old watercolor (from late 2011). It’s muddied and the composition is poor and it’s generally not a good piece looking back. 

About six years later, though, this old watercolor was transformed into pieces like this!

How I got here was practice. I kept trying. I notice what I wanted to work on, what parts about my art bugged me, and I studied them. Slowly but surely I improved. And you, lovely anon, you will too. 

Help me fundraise for a service dog? I only need another $333 to reach the halfway mark! <3

It was a September foggy morning when we met. I caught your eyes and something inside me in that very moment just knew you were trouble. Maybe because you held that cigarette in a certain way, or maybe was the way you used to pronounce my name, always in a low tone, like you were tasting every single syllable in your lips. It made me shiver and it made me uncomfortable, and something along the lines of getting out of my comfort zone for a while made you just irresistible.

You told me you weren’t nice to people because when you are you get hurt and fucked over, I told you I had the same problem. And then a month later, I broke down my shell for you and was nice, I showed you I actually cared. I guess that was my mistake, because you were no different from the rest. I guess you were so scared of being fucked over you decided to screw me over instead.

And there was this day when I woke up and I just couldn’t do it anymore. I stood there in front of you, shaking as I gathered up all of my courage and asked, “Do you hate me?”

You gave me that stupid, skeptical look. “Of course not.”

You looked into my eyes with those beautiful amber pools, the ones no one had ever bothered to notice except me.

“You’re always so kind to me.” Those words shot through my heart like an arrow. Tears started to spill down my somber cheeks.

“Then why are you always so cruel to me?” I whispered. Then it hit me. Like a truck, right through my heart. And in that moment my brain knew, what my heart just wasn’t ready to realize.
I loved you. I saw the future, the brightness and the fireworks.

You kinda liked me. You saw the milky skin, the soft hair and the red lips.

The edge of your lips tasted like desire catching fire.

And mine, like a mix of true love and a sweet romance.
You never wrote me poems. And I am still writing about you.
We were never in love. We would fuck in you car or on your bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while I was crying.

We saw each other naked so often I have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. You ripped my underwear off. You always liked me more when I was vulnerable. I woke you up with kisses, you woke me up with hickies.

And for a long time, I thought they were the same thing.

I asked you once while we both got drunk why it was that I could write novels about you until the words got tired of being anagrams of your name — but at the same time you would never reciprocate. You took a sip of your drink, blew a smoke ring and broke it with your finger.

“Dunno,” you said. We would fuck again later. And that to me, was the closest I was of being loved, adored, liked, worshiped even. But it was not even close to that.

It was carnal, pathetic and almost disgusting. Those are the only adjectives I can give to our so called relationship.

“Is it a crime to be halfway in love with someone?” I used to ask in those drunk moments, the tears I would never let you see, always stinging.

“Can I still feel something for you, after we told each other everything. After you betrayed and lied and never listened to me?” You would meet my eyes, looking confused as if you never promised anything, and it was true, you never did.

“You don’t have to feel anything. Maybe it’s better if you don’t.”
I did messed up all the lines from the Great Gatsby. I fell for all the wrong reasons. You had a green light smile with a gun prodding the center of my back, and I was so lost in your senseless acts that I, for a long time, thought it could be close to love.

And my love for you was like a penny. It wasn’t much, but it’s all I had, and you threw it on the ground like it was nothing.
I craved that side of you that you didn’t show to anyone else.
You only craved the parts of me that was exposed to everyone else.

I said I loved you.
You said that the difference between sex and love is that sex relieves tension and love causes it.

To sum up, I saw someone worth falling for, you saw a body and a potential fuck.

I once found you sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when I was young.

“God,” you said, “I really fucked you up.” And then finally, my last words, “I hope it hits you like a truck every time you hear my name that you never fucked me up. But how badly you fucked us up.”

And like that, you broke the heart. I never even knew I had. I remember talking with my best friend once I left you. She asked if I really were in love with you.

I had never realized that, after all you’d put me through, no one had ever even asked me that.

Within milliseconds everything came rushing back to my mind. I thought of all the 3 am conversations and secret shared glances in the hallway. I thought of how I opened my heart to you and let you in like I hadn’t done in a really long time. I thought of how you ripped it straight out of my chest and tore it to pieces. I thought of the 3 am tears shed into my pillow and the texts left unopened. I thought of how you broke my heart, and how you were the first person to ever do that.

I closed my eyes as four of the most important words I had ever spoken were about to come out of my mouth.

“No, no I wasn’t.”

I decide then that love is a terrible, terrible thing. Loving someone as fiercely…must be like wearing your heart outside of your body with no skin, no bones, no nothing to protect it.

And loving you? That was impossible. You were worth a fuck, not a lifetime story.
—  By unknown (via atmospher-e)

(this is my first masterpost sorry if it’s bad) A bullet journal has a lot of uses. A planner, homework reminders, to-do lists- but understandably, some pages could use a little of inspiration. And what better inspiration than from artists? Even without a bullet journal, quotes can be a great thing to decorate journals, your room, etcetera. So, I’ve compiled a list of quotes (some aren’t very motivational) by some of your favorite artists!

VINCENT VAN GOGH

“I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.”

“What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?”

“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”

“I wish they would only take me as I am.”

“In spite of everything I shall rise again; I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.”

“I see drawings and pictures in the poorest of huts and the dirtiest of corners.”

“One must work and dare if one really wants to live.”

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.“

“I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

“Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.“

“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”

“I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.”

PABLO PICASSO

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.“

“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.”

“Everything you can imagine is real.“

“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”

“Action is the foundational key to all success.“

"It takes a long time to become young.”

“Youth has no age.”

“Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.”

“Sculpture is the art of the intelligence.”

“Are we to paint what’s on the face, what’s inside the face, or what’s behind it?”

“Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.”

“To copy others is necessary, but to copy oneself is pathetic.”

SALVADOR DALI

“Have no fear of perfection - you’ll never reach it.“

"Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.”

“Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.”

“Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.”

“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.”

“What is important is to spread confusion, not eliminate it.”

“I am not strange. I am just not normal.”

“It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself.”

“Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.”

“So little of what could happen does happen.”

“Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams.”

“The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret.”

JACKSON POLLOCK

“The painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through.”

“Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.”

“My painting does not come from the easel.”

“When I am in my painting, I’m not aware of what I’m doing.”

“Love is friendship set to music.”

“The painter locks himself out of his own studio. And then has to break in like a thief.”

“The modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.”

“Energy and motion made visible- memories arrested in space.”

“Abstract painting is abstract. It confronts you. There was a reviewer a while back who wrote my pictures didn’t have any beginning or any end. He didn’t mean it as a compliment, but it was.”

“I’m very representational some of the time, and a little all of the time. But when you’re painting out of your unconscious, figures are bound to emerge.”

“Abstract art should be enjoyed just as music is enjoyed- ater awhile you may like it or you may not.”

“Each age finds its own technique… I mean, the strangeness will wear off and I think we will discover the deeper meanings in modern art.“

CLAUDE MONET

“I must have flowers always and always.”

“Color is my daylong obsession, joy and torment.“

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.”

“My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.“

“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.”

“The more I live, the more I regret how little I know.“

“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.”

“I can only draw what I see.“

“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.”

“The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.“

“I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.”

“The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.“

GEORGIA O’KEEFFE

“Nobody sees a flower- really- it is so small it takes time- we haven’t time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.”

“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.”

“I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.”

“To create one’s world in any of the arts takes courage.”

“I decided to accept as true my own thinking.”

“You are one of my nicest thoughts.”

“It’s not enough to be nice in life. You’ve got to have nerve.”

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.”

“I think it’s so foolish for people to want to be happy. Happy is so momentary–you’re happy for an instant and then you start thinking again. Interest is the most important thing in life; happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous.”

“Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest.”

“I can’t live where I want to, I can’t go where I want to go, I can’t do what I want to, I can’t even say what I want to. I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.”

“I’m frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!”

LEONARDO DA VINCI

“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”

“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.”

“Art is never finished, only abandoned.”

“Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?”

“Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.”

“Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.”

“The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.”

“Learning never exhausts the mind.”

“While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.”

“Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.”

“I love those who can smile in trouble…”

“It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.”

FRIDA KAHLO

“I don’t paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“I paint myself because I am so often alone and because the subject I know best.”

“I think that little by little I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.”

“Nothing is absolute.”

“Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.”

“My painting carries with it the message of pain.”

“There is nothing more precious than laughter.”

“Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.”

“I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better.”

HENRI MATISSE

“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”

“I don’t paint things. I only paint the difference between things.”

“Don’t wait for inspiration. It comes while one is working.”

“Creativity takes courage.”

“An artist must not feel under any constraint.”

“We ought to view ourselves with the same curiosity and openness with which we study a tree, the sky or a thought, because we too are linked to the entire universe.”

“A certain blue enters your soul. A certain red has an effect on your blood-pressure.”

“Art should be something like a good armchair in which to rest from physical fatigue.”

“To look at something as though we had never seen it before requires great courage.”

“Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.”

“In love, the one who runs away is the winner.”

“Cutting into color reminds me of the sculptor’s direct carving.”

MICHELANGELO

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

“If people knew how hard I had to work to gain my mastery, it would not seem so wonderful at all.”

“Lord, grant that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.”

“The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“Genius is eternal patience.”

“The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.”

“A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.”

“Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“There is no greater harm than that of time wasted.”

“I am still learning.”

i want to
  • take you to concerts you love to watch your face light up
  • give you the last of my food if you want it
  • watch your favourite movies with you - give me running commentary of all your favourite parts if you like
  • learn about your whole life, good and bad
  • play with your hair while you doze in my lap
  • get random texts from you about stupid things
  • see every cat picture you think is funny
  • feel my heart in my mouth the first time i hold your hand
  • dance with you (i’ll sit in a wheelchair with you in my lap if i have to) 
  • see you first thing in the morning with bed hair and old pjs
  • show you the stars and make up ridiculous constellations
  • make you blush with every compliment
  • make you soup when you’re sick and risk a cold with my shit immune system
  • make you sneeze your drink in laughter
  • watch you grow as a person
  • be the one you want to text in the middle of the night
  • make you snacks when you’re busy and forget to eat
  • one day get the chance to fuck up your lipstick

anonymous asked:

dont get me wrong, i like reputation, but i wish we hqd gotten more romantic songs for joe. 90% of them are sexual or talking about his appearance. i wish she had made deeper, more substantial songs about him, like stuff from 1989 or red

I strongly disagree. Taylor’s lyrics are stronger than they’ve ever been. Consider these ten examples that counter your claim:

1. “Flash back when you met me//
your buzzcut and my hair bleached
//even in my worst times, you could see the best of me//
flash back to my mistakes 
my rebounds, my earthquakes 
even in my worst lies you saw the truth in me
//and I woke up just in time
//now I wake up by your side
//my one and only, my lifeline
//I woke up just in time//
now I wake up by your side” - This intricately crafted bridge is Taylor addressing the fact that Joe has seen her at the worst points of her humanity and yet, he saw her beautiful heart. For someone to want to wake up by your side every morning despite knowing about the ugliest sides of you is true love. Additionally, she calls him her lifeline. According to merriam-webster dictionary, a lifeline is “something regarded as indispensable for the maintaining or protection of life”. I might need a lifeline after this bridge TBQH.

2. “My reputation’s never been worse so you must like me for me” - One would have to be close-minded to think this lyric lacks depth. In this one concise line, Taylor is telling Joe that she wholeheartedly believes her reputation is at an all-time low so he must see her for the smart, kind, beautiful, hardworking, and talented human being she is. Joe isn’t caught up in Taylor Swift the brand, he’s interested in Taylor, the human being. I think it’s safe to say that Joe doesn’t give a damn about her bad reputation. 

3. “I’m a mess but I’m the mess that you wanted” - Taylor solemnly admits that she’s a mess but he wanted her regardless. Joe understands that loving someone means accepting them for everything they are. Taylor is a mosaic of good and bad (as every human being is), and he gladly wants to hang her on his wall. 

4. “You had turned my bed into a sacred oasis” - Some might automatically associate this lyric with sex but I interpret this as Joe creating a safe place for Taylor; a refuge; somewhere reserved for them and them only where nothing bad can touch them. I’m thankful to Joe for creating this safety net for Taylor after everything she’s been through.  

5. “All my flowers grew back as thorns//windows boarded up after the storm//he built a fire just to keep me warm” - Taylor is describing the dreary, cold existence that consumed her headspace but Joe built a fire (literally and metaphorically) just to keep her warm. This line tells us how compassionate, selfless, and understanding he is. 

 6.  “I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town, babe//or if you strike out and you’re crawling home” - This right here is true love. True love is being there for someone at their best and worst moments in life. Taylor is telling Joe in this lyric that she’s going to be there for the ups and downs. 

7. “I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us” - Firstly, Taylor is brave as hell to allow someone into her world after the year she had and I admire her for that. Secondly, she loved him even though she had an intrinsic fear gnawing her insides in fear that if the world found out about them they would do everything in their power to rip them apart. She loved him anyway because the love they share outweighs her worst fear.

8. “I’d kiss you as the lights went out//swaying as the room burned down//I’d hold you as the water rushes in//If I could dance with you again//I’d kiss you as the lights went out//swaying as the room burned down//I’d hold you as the water rushes in//If I could dance with you again” - This is one of the greatest Taylor Swift bridges of all time. Taylor paints a picture of the world falling apart around them but she’s still holding on to Joe. That my friend is some deep shit. Imagine loving someone so much that you would risk your life just to dance with them again.

9. You and me forevermore” - What about this lyric lacked substance for you? The eternity part? Let me tell you, forevermore is a long time, and Taylor wants to spend it with Joe. So, there’s that. 

10. “And here’s to my baby, he ain’t reading what they call me lately”I know this song is every bit of fun and sassy perfection but I also think it’s important to realize how significant this lyric is. Taylor is thanking Joe who isn’t reading tabloids on the daily or obsessively checking his mentions on twitter. He knows Taylor, inside and out. He knows she’s not a headline but a human being who he loves wholeheartedly.

These examples are only a snippet of the lyrics on reputation that are full of substance. I truly believe that reputation carries the most lyrical and emotional weight out of all of her albums.
Lastly, I just wanted to add that sex is not exclusively a physical act. Sex is also emotional and spiritual. For you to insinuate that Taylor singing about her sex life is superficial is frankly, offensive. Especially because it seems to be an integral part of her relationship with Joe. 

veritatem inquirendam [seek the truth] (frank castle)

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(original request: AU in which Frank is younger, and he and reader are college students. There’s a heated debate in class and everyone disagrees with Frank except the reader. After that, Frank starts paying more attention to the reader and hanging out with her after class, until he realizes he’s falling in love but she has no idea he is until her best friend tells her.)

(this is terrible i LOVE college frank i love this soft soft boy. what a nerd. i hate him. no warnings on this one except mentions of food and some sexism early in the story!!!)

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The professor is wrong. She knows it, but she can’t say it. You can’t say “you’re fucking wrong” in front of a classroom of fourty kids. Instead of speaking her mind, she bites her tongue and clicks the cap of her pen up and down, up and down, trying to tune out the professor’s voice.

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Draco & Harry w/ Teddy Headcanons

because me and @mxrcusflint have been having a conversation about this over the past couple of days, it got me thinking, so i feel obligated to make a post

  • harry would make draco babysit teddy with him even though he absolutely does not want to
  • teddy loves draco the second he meets him and will hardly even pay attention to harry
  • draco is really unsure how he feels about teddy clinging to him all the time but he allows it because honestly the kid is really cute and he cant tell him no
  • harry gets kind of jealous of how much attention teddy pays to draco but when draco says something he obviously denies it
  • plus he really cant be that mad because draco and teddy are his two favorite people
  • draco warms up to teddy really quickly and he ends up always looking forward to when they have to babysit
  • teddy and draco both getting their first weasley sweaters and they match and teddy just grins up at draco bc draco is so cool and he’s matching with him ( @mxrcusflint mentioned this in one of our chats and i had to include it)
  • harry insists that the two of them take a picture together
  • draco “begrudgingly” does just to please harry and teddy
  • but he actually loves and treasures the picture and frames it to hang in his and harry’s house
  • teddy spending the night at the potter/malfoy household every saturday 
  • it’s always teddy’s favorite part of the week
  • all three of them have matching pajamas
  • they drink cocoa and watch movies 
  • and play board games
  • teddy forcing draco to build a fort with him
  • draco convincing teddy that slytherin is the best house
  • “shut up draco he can decide that for himself…but the best house is gryffindor, teddy, just so you know”
  • taking teddy to the park to pet the dogs that are there
  • taking teddy to quidditch matches
  • buying teddy is first broomstick
  • and it’s obviously the newest and best 
  • teddy having his own bedroom at their house because he spends so much time there
  • teddy flooing their house crying when kids at school are mean to him because his hair was pink that day
  • and draco and harry telling him there’s nothing wrong with the color pink and if he likes it then he should wear his hair that way more often
  • taking teddy shopping for all his school supplies the day after he gets his letter
  • basically just harry and draco being the best uncles/father figures ever and teddy loving them with his whole heart
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Hello guy! I am a big fan of Disney’s films. I love every single movie of this pictures. And this is the logo collection of most of Disney films that I can find on the internet. There is one fact that it is very difficult to recreated some logos. So, I know this collection is not fully completed, but that all I can do. I put them in the order of time. It is included Animated feature films, Hybrid films with live action and animation, Live-action films, True-Life Adventures / Disneynature, and some of other documentary films. Hope you guys like it!

P/s: This is Part 1

Aquarius, who was pretty much in love with the world. She never really feared or had any uncertain doubts about the future, and it was always that attitude of her getting what she wanted, or die trying type. What ever you needed, she would. No questions asked. She was there at your every call. And yet, Aquarius didn’t hesitate to push me out of her life. The constant repitition of doing the same promises and telling her that I’ll change became an old tune to her that she had nothing else to do but lose it and throw profanities and leave. She deserves more than words. She needed actions.

Aries, who looked at the world with passion. Her favorite motto was: ‘Go big or get the fuck out’ Her emotions were huge defense in terms of protecting herself from unecessary vibes. She was also a strong and passionate love, and how she would always take the lead and make sure she has her way with you. And yet Aries cried to me, grabbing me by the throat, and gritted her teeth telling me how much I was the worst, how I was a big mistake. She said it as if it were poison, and I watched as she said it with strong hate only to find her later outside, holding herself and holding back tears.

Cancer, who loved to kiss her teeth when she was feeling some type of way. What I loved her the most was when she was feeling needy and she would come up from behind, all her hair would fall on my and she would kiss me the whole time. The laugh she does would echo through the room, and her emotions would flow out of her. She was like a child, she loved the attention. She craved our passion. And yet, Cancer threw a fit. Threw things at me and yelled at me. The pain in her voice, the laughter no longer heard. She left.

Capricorn, who loved the smell of cinnamon. The moment you stepped in her house, a cinnamon scented candle would greet you. She loved nothing more than to stay home after a long day and read nothing but books, I mean any philosophical ones. She would ask for my input about an idea, or a theory she would read. She scowls when I tell her “I don’t know..” and she’d tell me to open more and dive into her world. Explore every possibility and never question the outcome. To grow was her motto. And yet, I walked into an empty room. A letter by the table and there was a letter, written: Your beauty is transcendent, yes, but painfully abstract. - Plato.

Gemini, who loved the arts. If there was a performance in town she would pull me with her, drag me out of bed and bring her to the place. She loved movies the most, and she had collections of black and white movies, movies I have never heard of. Photography was her escape. A part of her room was covered of pictures of people, scenaries and things. She was amazing, but her personality was her flaw. She loved you today, and she wants to be free the next. But she always comes back, falling more and more each day.. and yet, as she grew to love me, she too grew to be distant. The time we spent were falling and finally she looked at me and said goodbye.

Leo, who was a perfectionist. She knew what she wanted and what she craved and her pride was her favorite thing. No meant nothing to her. Everybody knew her, and she was wild. She was free. She was fiesty. She was rough. She was life. And yet, because of her pride, she would not settle. She wanted more than just as it was, and I was not able to provide.

Libra, a long distance lover. Loved to call and text every chance she can to be with me, and it went on for months as we grew and loved one another. Her smile on our first video chat, and we slept for hours and we laughed when we woke. We talked about dreams, the future and the possibility of having a family and shared deep secrets, secrets untold. And yet, she picked up a video chat one day and she was with another. She frowned and stared at me. No words needed.

Pisces, loved the idea of love. She made our lives a beginning of a world of wonder and dreams. We were both stuck in lala land, and she showered and cared for our love like no other. And yet, as she loved and loved she slowly began to see the flaws and faults. The fighting and the arguements, non-stop anxiety and jealousy feelings came and she began to wonder if our love was more than a chapter than the whole book of love itself. And for that, she left.

Sagittarius, adored me so much that everything asked was given with no hesitation. She was never to quick to think it through, and she was eager to pull a plan through. And yet, she started to realize her worth. She knew what she was capable of and who she was, and admitted that she was lost before and found herself in the process of being with me. She thanked me for my purpose and we haven’t talked since.

Scorpio, who loved to be dominant. She meant every thing she says, and she expect me to keep myself in check. She wanted nothing more than just to be real and accept our flaws. To love it, respect it. She loved the fact that she was above me, and I succumbed to her. And yet, she later on confessed her true colors and she was not prepared to open up, and she needed time to explore more of herself in order for her to settle down.

Taurus, she was the kind of person that loved to create small things into adventures. Who loved taking trips to stores and various places that made her mind wander. I watched her grow and grow each time we’re together, that slowly she’s out of my reach. She was the epitome of a person that the universe gives you at a young age, and she blossoms into something you couldn’t handle yet.

Virgo, who valued love as much as I. The opposite of, and yet the same as me. She loved nothing more than to be loved, and loved we did. Her voice, her laugh, the moments we shared were the typical romantic scenes you see in movies. She would come home and slowly make her way to me, wrapping herself to me. And complain and talked about her day. She doesn’t even need to speak to me and it was a very strong connection we had that made us in sync with another. She was simple. She was the definition of love. She was mine. And yet, we slowly faded and stopped. The red thread disappeared and our time ended. She was gone. I became lost.

—  Beginning and End
"Histoire des animaux"

I found an amazing book in a garage sale. Probably from the second half of the 18° century because at some point they talk about something happening in 1754. It’s called “Histoire des animaux” (History of Animals) and there’s really fun things in it.

Just look at the cover, that thing could come straight out of a Myst game.

It describes a lot of different animals and there’s very pretty pictures for each of them. There’s also many strange parts in every description, so I’m going to share some of them with you.

“It’s said that [owls] rush to help other birds of prey, when they see them attacked by a lot of other birds.”

“[The eel] is full of life ; its body, skinned and cut into pieces, still moves for a while, especially around its heart.”

The giraffe is called chameleopard for some reason…?

“[Sea urchins] can have up to two thousand legs. They can walk in every direction.”

I LOVE THIS BOOK YOU GUYS. AND WAIT THERE’S MORE.

“SEA BISHOP - That amphibian aquatic monster is described in a chronic from the Netherlands, saying that in 1433, one captured a fish, in Poland, that had the shape of a man, a mitre on its head and all the clothes of a bishop ; it walked on feet, didn’t avoid touch and really wanted to return to the sea.”

ALL OF MY WHAT

Look, there’s a unicorn too! And “when it is chased by hunters, it falls from a cliff right on top of its horn, that absorbs all the fall, so that it does not get hurt.” :D

THERE’S A “SEA MONK” TOO, I’M SCREAMING

Also the next page states that sparrows hunt down pigeons to open their throat and eat the grains inside.

There’s a phoenix too! But the entry says that it probably doesn’t exist since “modern people think it is a myth”. Also that “it lives five hundred years in the desert.”

Also the sphinx “never existed in nature”, you guys. But the sea bishop and the sea monk? “PROBABLY TOTALLY LEGIT” THOUGHT THE GUY WHO WROTE THIS BOOK.

I’m so happy right now.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Hey dude ! First, a big thanks for the compliment, always more than appreciated :D. And then, here’s your request, hope you’ll like it :

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-I just don’t understand why it has to be with a model that’s all…

-Honey, I already told you, she’s the face of the brand, she has to be on every pictures.

-Yeah well then if she’s the face of the brand, why would they need you ?

-You know why, it’s for the charity campaign we’ve been working on for the past few months. They’re a huge brand, they’ll help spread the words across the globe, more than we could on our own.

-”We’ve been working on” are key words here ! I worked on it as much as you, if not more, and I don’t get to be on the pictures. They just want you and her to have cute and classy “couple pictures”, because I’m not good looking enough for their damn brand and…

-You’re very cute when you’re jealous.

-I could knock you out with a punch to the face when I’m jealous.

-Oh, believe me, I know.

Bruce massages his jaw a bit, as a reflex, reminiscing of that time he made you jealous on purpose…It was a terrible idea. 

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