i love you and all your wonderfulness

sex with Jimin

- wow
- Jimin is sexy in general, but in the sheets is a whole different story
- he could go all night with you
- dom and sub
- the biggest tease EVER
- he’ll tease you until you truly can’t take it anymore
- he’d do your body so right without even trying
- sex in any and every room
- has a thing for you calling him “baby”
- a GOD with his tongue
- his hands may be little but they can work wonders on your body
- loves talking dirty to you
- “baby, i’m gonna make you come so hard” “you’re so wet for me already”
- he loves fucking you in every position known to man
- VERY vocal
- loves leaving hickeys
- he can be very sweet, but most of the time he’s rough and he goes hard
- his confidence in bed would completely disappear afterwards
- a smol baby after sex, loves cuddling up with you afterwards, no matter how sweaty you both are
- 90% of the time he’ll fall asleep after
- will brag about how good the sex is to the members so be prepared for some teasing from them

🦁☄️
We Support Sheith!
🦁☄️
We went to a Sheith meetup at Katsu to show our support to everyone ;3;)9 their is no reason to be an anti and put other people down for what they like. If you dont like it then stop wasting your time looking it up and being called an anti. I don’t understand why we cant all just love and care for each other in this wonderful show we all watch
🦁☄️
Come at me Anti Sheith
🦁☄️
Lance: @akrcos
Hunk: @featherofdrew
Pidge: me

My dear demiromantic and/or demisexual children, 

I just saw a post making fun of you and decided to let you know that the voices of those who support you are louder than those of some whiny bitter gatekeepers, so.. *grabs microphone and climbs on the table*

You’re part of the lgbt+ family! 

Demiromantic? That’s a valid label! You are lgbt+! I love you! 

Demisexual? That’s a valid label! You are lgbt+! I love you!

Demiromantic lesbian? Homo-demiromantic asexual? Panromantic hetero-demisexual? Any other label involving demi? Yes, that’s real! All of that! You’re allowed to identify as that! 

If anyone thinks your label is “too complicated” or “fake”, that’s their problem, not yours! 

Demi? Wonderful! I’m so happy to have you in my lgbt+ family! 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

  • Lance: Hey Keith, my boyfriend's better than yours!!!
  • Keith holding Lance's face, foreheads touching, looking into his eyes: You are the light of my life, the most beautiful boy I have every laid eyes on and everyday I wonder what in the universe I did to deserve someone as perfect as you. I love you, with all my heart and soul and would cross over galaxies to find you if you were ever in trouble, which is why if I have to hear you say anything deprecating about yourself again I will need you to write down the first and last names of anyone that has ever said anything bad about you and destroy them.
  • Lance: *literally dies*
News

Dean Ambrose/OC: Your baby isn’t so much a baby anymore, and she has some news to tell you. FLUFFFF. Sequel to Late Night Chat and Meet the Roster.

I wrote this for my lovely anon who’s been so helpful and lovely and nice and I love them a lot and they love my cute lil domestic Dean series so….Here we go. It’s a lil bit different than the other two lmao anyways, here it is.

Y’ALL I DEADASS FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE LMAO AIGHT SO HERE: @lavitabella87 @screamersdontdance @omgmissmillie @everybodyfinnfreeze @shadow-of-wonder @laochbaineann @justtookawaii @sarrahcha @twiistedbliiss @hotspurmadridista @niazha16 @happelu970 @officialbroski10-blog @crowleysqueenofhell @lilmisscrisis @antigonemaia @imnoaingeal @littledeadrottinghood @imagineall-the-fandoms @fuckyeahbulletclub @hiitsmecharlie @macfizzle @bizclizbaybay @oraclegazes @culturalrebel @welshwitch5 @wrasslesmut @actualamyautopsy @blondekel77 @meaganottiz02 @karaboomhower @valeonmars @squirrel666 @livingthestrongstyle @damnbuvky @dmm-wts @caramara3 @abbie03d @roserae527 @superrezzy00

Keep reading

Scratch - Final Part - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N: I can’t believe this is over. I want to cry. I want to thank everyone who sent be wonderful messages and commented on the story. I loved reading your reactions to the chapters. Although I do have a short epilogue that will be up tomorrow, this is the last part of the series and I hope you all enjoy it.

Read me: Confession time. This story was written as sort of an experiment. I wanted to see if I could write a love triangle. I already knew you all like Steve because it’s why you were reading the story, but I wanted to see if I could write a character and have you like him as well. Any feed back on Oliver and your feelings toward him would be appreciated. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Warnings: light smut I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

The last thing Steve remembered was not seeing the bomb and the explosion sending him out of the building window.

The doctors couldn’t explain why he was unconscious for so long, or what had changed that caused him to wake up. Jemma had shown up again and ran a few tests of Steve, and a few days later he was released from the hospital.

“You should talk to him,” Nat had told me after I told her why Oliver and I had broken up. “Steve should know how you feel about him.”

“I don’t want him to feel guilty for not returning my feelings,” I told her. “Its better for the team if I don’t.”

Nat was disappointed that she couldn’t get me to admit to Steve that I loved him, but hadn’t said anything in a while.

Things seamed to be normalizing at the compound after some time. No one was walking around with bruises or bandages anymore, and Steve was beginning to get back to his normal routine.

Keep reading

Goddess

Request:Hello! So every stinking time I ask about T'Challa people say no so fingers crossed on this one lol. But I was wondering if you could do an ask on T'Challa finding out his significant other is pregnant and him just spoiling her and being all protective and all that because T'Challa is a precious cinnamon roll and I love him.

You were beyond eager to give your husband the news, after months of trying you were finally pregnant. T’Challa was due back any minute from a brief mission with the Avengers. As you waited you paced, full of nervous energy. Despite knowing that the two of you would be alright with a little one it still made you unbelievably nervous. There was a big difference between trying for a baby and having the baby be a reality. Your hand touched your stomach, despite there being no baby bump to gratify your touch, however just the knowledge that there was a group of cells inside of you destined to become a baby made you smile. You were going to be a mother. You find yourself looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to imagine how you’d change, how the expanse of your beautiful brown skin would stretch to accommodate a child.

“Admiring your beauty, love?” T’Challa questioned. You jumped at the sudden sound of his voice. You hadn’t heard him enter. You turned and hurried into his arms. He pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” you gushed with a grin. T’challa looked down at you fondly, moving a bit of your hair out of the way.

“I am glad to be home,” he admitted and leaned down to kiss you. You accepted the kiss gratefully then just looked up at him. You didn’t know how to bring up the subject. Could you just blurt it out?

“Is something the matter?” he questioned.

You shook your head still smiling, “I’m pregnant,” you blurted, too excited to make any build up. Even without any dramatic suspense he was stunned into silence for a moment, before he seized you in another embrace, this one sweeping you off your feet. He spun you in a circle and kissed you all over your face. You laughed grabbing his face so you could kiss him properly. As he set you back down he was still smiling.

“I love you so much,” he proclaimed.

“I love you too.”

T’Challa always treated you like a queen… and not just because you are. He spoiled you to the max. Not just with material things but with his time and affection. For some reason you had expected that to die down as you grew bigger with your child. You were unbelievably wrong. He pressed his lips to your round belly sending love to you and your baby.

“You are so beautiful,” he grinned at you as you sat in bed. You rolled your eyes at him and looked down at your beach ball belly.

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed.

“I mean it. Look at you,” he pointed at the body mirror across the room. You got a good look at your profile from there, “you are glowing, you are a goddess.”

“Why are you so damn sweet?” you gushed as you attacked his face with kisses.

“You are the love of my life, bearing my child. I know no other way to honor one I love so much.”

Just like that you were crying, and maybe it was just the crazy pregnancy hormones, but either way he gathered you up in his arms and held you close. You fell asleep in his arms, you woke up in the middle of the night with an extreme hunger for pickles. You carefully got out of bed, being sure not to wake your husband. The kitchen was fully stocked with all of your usual cravings. As you looked in the fridge you also decided to grab some ice cream. You fixed yourself a bowl of ice cream… that quickly turned into a sundae as you added toppings. However you still wanted your pickle. You struggled to open the jar and as you did so you heard T’Challa call your name. He sounded distressed, you could hear running footsteps.

“What? What’s the matter?” you asked suddenly tense as he came to stand in the kitchen with you. He ran a hand over his face and let out a sigh.

“You weren’t in bed, I got worried.”  he said in an exasperated tone.

“I just went to get a snack. This little monster has me ravenous.”

“You should have told me.”

“You were asleep.”

“Wake me up next time.”

“I can make myself a snack. I’ll be okay.”

“Anything could happen! What if you fell? Or what if someone was in the palace?”

“I doubt that would happen, but if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll  wake you up next time I want a snack in the middle of the night.”

“Thank you,” he walked over to you and hugged you. You sighed softly and hugged him back, jar of pickles still in hand. As he let you go, you handed him the jar.

“Open this for me?” you asked.

~Mod Lillian

I’m sorry this is late but this is for the PJO discord server Valentines Exchange for @ephemeralfirefly also sorry if the format’s confusing or anything


Sometimes, knowing what you want is harder than not knowing. Sometimes, being too aware of something is worse than not being aware of what’s happening. Sometimes, knowing you’re in love can be worse than not being able to decipher your feelings, because they all start crushing you in waves.

And man, did Nico feel like he was being crushed.


Sometimes, Will wondered what it would be like, if just for a moment, he forgot about everything. About all of his feelings, all of his thoughts. If he could just be, and put away all of his worries, his fears. It was like he was drowning, except instead of water there was emotions. Too many to bear. Sometimes, just sometimes, Will wondered if he would have still felt like this if he hadn’t met Nico. Sometimes, Will wondered if he would want to feel this was if he hadn’t met Nico.


At first it was the little things. It was the way Will would come in after school, the way his cheeks always seemed just a little bit flushed. It was the way he grasped the neck of his guitar while trying to find the tune that fit what he was trying to do. It was the way his hair would fall into his face as he studied for his next exam. It was the way he would fall asleep with his book still open in his lap, mouth slightly open and soft snores coming out.

It was the way Will would ask if Nico was alright throughout the day.


Will walked into his and Nico’s apartment, tired from walking up the four flights of stairs. He shifted the books from one arm to the other so he could pull out his keys and unlock the apartment door. Looking inside, he saw his roommate sitting by their kitchen table. “Hey Neeks, did you have a good day?” Will asks that every day, by now expecting – and looking forward – to Nico’s immediate response of “Don’t call me Neeks.” There’s usually a pause, about 30 seconds or so, before Nico answers the question, though it’s usually a vague “I’m fine” or “It’s good” or “eh, it’s been better.” Will still looks forward to hearing it.

 

Will enjoys it when he can sit down with his guitar. Music just calms him, for some reason. Maybe because it reminded him of his mom. Maybe because of the way it can tell a story. It’s so easy for Will to just loose himself in the music, strumming the chords, finding what sounds right and what doesn’t. Finding out what fits. Learning how to play his and Nico’s favourite songs just made him feel right, even though he knew that he wasn’t that good. The way Nico’s eyes would light up when he recognized a song that Will played had to be one of his favourite parts of playing guitar.


Sometimes, Nico caught himself absent mindlessly staring at Will. Sometimes, just sometimes, Nico dared to hope that Will stared at him too. Sometimes, he wished that he’d look up and see those blue eyes looking at him back. Sometimes, he wished that he’d never be caught. Sometimes, he wondered if he should just talk about it.


Will ran a hand through his hair and looked up. Whenever he had exams, Will constantly struggled with whether or not he wants to see Nico. It’s not that Nico was annoying or a bother, not at all. That wasn’t to say that Nico wasn’t a distraction, though. It’s not that he tries to be, but with the way his hair falls into his eyes and his lips part just so, it’s hard to not get distracted. Nico’s a nice distraction though. Sometimes, Will would look up only to see Nico looking at him first. He couldn’t stop blushing whenever that happened.

Sometimes, the little things turn out to be so much more than you expected them to be. Sometimes they turn into something so much more important than you thought they would be. Sometimes, they are the actions, the words, the expressions that make all the difference. Sometimes, it can make you fall even harder. Sometimes, you may regret ever noticing it.

There were moments that Nico wished he never noticed it. There were moments when his heart hurt and he wondered “What would happen if I had never met Will?” There were moments when he wondered if – in another life time – he would’ve gotten these feelings for someone else. There were moments when he would berate himself for ever thinking like that. There were moments when he’d wonder if Will thought the same about him.


Will looked at Nico. Looked at the way he would suck on his lip when he was concentrating. Looked at the way he would constantly push his hair from over his eyes behind his ears. Will smiled softly as he stood and walked towards the kitchen.


And then – then – maybe everything will add together. Then all the little things you’ve noticed begins to make sense. And maybe, just maybe, your feelings will be reciprocated.

Nico knows this his feelings sure were.


Honestly, if there was one person that Will knew he wouldn’t be able to live without, it had to be Nico. Nico, his roommate. Nico, one of his best friends. Nico, the person that Will had fallen in love with.

Nico was such a big part of his life, there was no way that things would be the same without him. And Will loved that. Now, to see whether or not Nico felt the same way about him…


“Will? Where are you taking me?”

“Don’t worry about it Neeks, we’re almost there.”

Nico rolled his eyes. “What part of “don’t call me Neeks” don’t you understand?”

Will turned around and gave him a soft smile. “All of it, now c’mon.”

If Nico was being honest, he liked being like this. He liked the way Wil’s hand felt in his as Will lead him to gods-know-where. He liked the peacefulness of it all. What he wasn’t expecting, though, was a blanket strewn on the floor with a candle in the middle and a basket next to it.

Nico looked towards Will, who was giving him a nervous smile. “So, did I do good?”

“Yeah, you dork. Yeah, you did.”

absinthe-teen  asked:

Hi, so just wanted to preface this by saying I love your blog and you're doing such a kindness and I reallyyyyy appreciate all of you! And I was wondering if you could maybe add a tag for sensory deprivation? But not in the BDSM/ NFSW kink way. I'm thinking like the angsty/ torture kind of sensory deprivation- like white room torture. That kind of thing. Idk if you can find anything but thank you so much! <3

not the fun kind ):

Don’t Ever Let Me Go (I Can’t Breath Without You) by ooTheJokeroo (3/? | 5,829 | NR)

Derek Hale is kidnapped after he and Braeden go their separate ways. Derek is held for a couple days and asked no questions, only tortured. Then he learns the hunters kidnapped another pack member. A pack member that Scott and the rest of the pack apparently aren’t looking for. Who is it?

What You Can’t See by darkmagess (9/9 | 54,420 | PG13)

A new threat comes to Beacon Hills, putting all its supernatural inhabitants in danger. A true alpha and banshee are rare and valuable quarry, but Stiles and Derek are the easiest targets.

Set Satan Free

gif is not mine

Title: Set Satan Free

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 760

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I hope you all have a wonderful Satan Sunday!! I hope you all enjoy this fic as well! This was requested by anon! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!!! <3 <3

Since you were one of the most powerful witches left in existence it was imperative that you would use your powers wisely.  Most of the time that was the case, but there were times where you would use them for selfish reasons.  Ever since you found a spell that could set Lucifer free from his cage, you began to grow excited at the thought of having Lucifer around again.  Everyone else wasn’t as keen on the idea as you were.  However, you were going to do it regardless of what they wanted.

You prepared the spell by yourself, against the wishes everyone else.  Earlier in the day you created havoc to distract Crowley, Sam, Dean, and Castiel.  You chanted the words from the spell, doing as the instructions said.  As you finished the spell, flames shot up from the ground outside of Lucifer’s cage.  You padded up to Lucifer’s cage as the flames died down just enough for you to get close.  

“[Y/N],” Lucifer mumbled as he came into sight.  The fire illuminated his face perfectly.  “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that pretty face of yours.”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hello! So I'm relatively new here and this is the first ask I've ever made, so I'm not sure how this works .-. Anyways, I have this head cannon in which the all ready grown up Yurio gets a tattoo of some lines in animal print. The lines, of what I imagined, look like the ones from Sesshomaru, he has some in his cheeks and hands, (Anime: Inuyasha) and are drawn from his back through his sides to finish in his hips. So if some day you have inspiration I'd love to see that in your wonderful style.

hmm lol okay i totally don’t understand but older yurio interests me

libbysepticbroplier  asked:

Okay first of all can I just say I absolutely LOVE your blog, second of all I wondered what your opinion on the situation and general hate surrounding Jack and his video personally I disagreed with him and what he said regarding Felix and basically defending the media but he straightened things out on Twitter and I respect that and see that he wasn't "stabbing him in the back" as most people are accusing him of doing, however I respect your opinion and want to know what you think about this.

THANK YOU!

I honestly didn’t agree with much he said, but I didn’t see it as him backstabbing Felix…opinions differ from person to person, doesn’t mean he’s turning his back on his friend

anonymous asked:

Do you accept build requests? if yes, could I request a home that's got three bedrooms but isn't huge? I like tiny homes, and tiny kitchens, but I'm only able to build one bedroom homes.. :( If not, thank you anyways and have a wonderful day! I love your builds and style and i hope all goes well for you! :)

I’ve decided that I won’t take build requests since it prevents me from being as creative as I can be. I also have a donation link on my blog and I would like to give back to anyone who donates by building lots or making sims. Thank you for your kind words, same to you! (:

I do have many homes on my gallery (EA ID: Vicky1qa) and anyone is free to change up my builds to their liking. Add or remove a room or two, it’s up to you. 

Here’s a list of some of my home that may fit what you want after you’ve changed: 

queerasnone  asked:

You are still non-gay and you're probably not that dark skinned anyway, so you still have privilege. I just love it how just because you're not white you think you can disrespect gay people and our spaces with your cheap heteronormativity.

What? *looks over her blog, sees Woodland Realms, ah that’s it. Misinterpreted the woods. * I am so sorry, maybe looking through by blog triggered you with all of the erected trees that are so close together. So phallic. I’m in their gay space I wonder!

My gods! I didn’t realize forests were gay.. Hm. I’ll look into this immediately. I’m so sorry for posting so much gay forest porn. I’m ashamed! ASHAMED!

anonymous asked:

hey, i was wondering if you could answer an mbti question of mine? i'm torn between thinking i'm an intp and an istp, and while i've seen all the more technical differences for the two i was wondering if you could clarify further? if not that's fine, i just really love your insight into the topic and i adore you posts on it <3

First of all thank you! :)

Okay, so the ISTP and INTP share many similarities, dominant Ti will always be analyzing, and both types with probably spend a lot of time ‘in their head’, and they will both be excellent problem solvers when applying their logic. They are usually precise and don’t like to speak without reason. You probably already know this, so onto what makes ^ these aspects work for each type. 

The INTP uses Ne as the auxiliary function, this means that they live in a primarily theoretical world. They will often sift through many ideas before settling on the optimal one, or might even find difficulty in coming to a solution, leading to procrastination. It’s more about coming to a solution in their head rather than how practical the application of the solution will be. 

The ISTP uses Se as the auxiliary function, generally meaning that they are better implementers, and whilst they are excellent theoretical thinkers when necessary, they prefer to seek tangible results for their objectives. They typically have a goal (Ni), find the most logically efficient way to complete it (Ti) and then undergo whatever process necessary to achieve that goal (Se). 

Both types might become impatient when attempting to explain themselves because they often leave details unsaid, partially because they don’t enjoy communication a whole lot, but also because they assume the listener has made certain leaps in understanding that they probably haven’t. 

One way to tell them apart…an INTP will never say ‘Go, go, go, go, go! Get it done!” when brainstorming. That’s the role of the ISTP. Haha. 

ISTP’s are open to physical challenges more often than the INTP, however, this doesn’t mean that they are going to want to exhibit their Se as much as a dominant type. Sure, ISTP’s might enjoy typical Se related activities- sport, hiking, aesthetic designs. But they are more likely to want something to stimulate their Ti and Ni to pair with it. ISTP’s for that reason make fantastic engineers and designers. Their is a system that they get to unravel by being creative. 

Now, when it comes to outward traits… INTP’s are more sentimental than ISTP’s and prefer variety in their outfits, and this is commonly reflected in the way they present themselves. ISTP’s are more likely to stick to a certain shade or style of outfit, simply because they value physical appearance more than INTP’s. The INTP might wear the same outfit a lot, but it’s probably not going to be extremely stylish. Partially because they don’t care, and partially because their Ne might wanna have some fun. Basically, they aren’t as stylish as their Se driven counterparts. ISTP’s also really love black…haha.

Now overall, they are loving and caring. Both of them. Of course they won’t say that, but they are. Inferior Fe wants you to be happy and it cares about you, it just doesn’t know how to say it. If you find yourself thinking, ‘oh man, i i wish someone would give that guy a hug..’ but you would never in a million years do it yourself, that’s an indicator of inferior Fe (or ya know…anxiety).

Examples of INTP’s: Jesse Eisenberg or David Mitchell 

Examples of ISTP’s: Anna Kendrick or Daniel Craig

anonymous asked:

hi i saw your requests are open and i love your blog!! so like, i was wondering, if mc had older brother(s), what would the rfa act or be thinking when meeting them?

I live for this ^^


Yoosung

  • scared shitless before he met them
  • and scared shitless during the meeting
  • he keeps hearing how protective they are over you
    • and the infamous stories of “taking out the trash” anytime you had a crush on someone 
  • am i the next trash???
  • they were all bigger than him in almost every aspect
  • ends up stammering over his words or sweaty
    • his hands got very clammy
  • but your older bros gave Yoosung a huge ass bear hug
  • they heard all about the business with the RFA and Mint Eye
  • this nugget is a fucking hero to them
    • SACRIFICES HIMSELF FOR YOUR SAFETY???
    • HELL YEAH HE GETS AN HONORABLE MENTION
  • your bros are quick to even call him brother
    • makes him glad yet so nervous at the same time
  • to them any other man on the planet is trash
  • yoosung is a fucking diamond in the rough

Jaehee

  • she has a pretty calm composure,
  • even when you tell her that your older brother is very protective of you
    • regardless of gender >->
  • when she meets him, she can tell he’s a bit wary of her
    • like who put the stick up her ass?
  • but when you tell him that she knows taekwondo
  • your bro wants her to fight him???
  • sweet precious baehee is reluctant to pummel your brother
    • because he’s your brother
    • and perhaps future brother-in-law
  • but he insists…
  • he puts up a pretty good fight, but no match for this gelato
  • SUPER impressed
  • tells you to take some notes
    • um excuse you
  • asks Jaehee if she has any brother or sisters with he can go toe-to-toe with  (・ω<)☆

Zen

  • this guy oozes confidence
  • meeting your brothers would be a piece of cake right???
  • yeah no
  • they took a good long look at Zen and just brushed him off
    • uh
  • yeah your parents LOVE Zen but your bros don’t seem to be impressed
  • they think Zen is one of those fuckboys trying to get with their little sibling
  • all guys are dogs they said
  • this marshmallow is appalled
  • THAT’S WHAT HE’S BEEN TELLING YOU SINCE…WELL ALMOST DAY ONE
  • kind of feels like he’s trying too hard to impress them
    • even YOU tell him to tone it down
  • but after seeing how much of a gentleman he is to you and how much he freaking loves you
  • they start to let him in their inner circle
  • you also failed to mention you have a younger brother
  • who by the way HATES Zen’s guts
    • taking his beloved noona away from him (。╯3╰。)
  • it takes him YEARS until he starts to even have a kernel of respect to your marshmallow

Jumin

  • externally he was confident
  • but internally he was screaming
  • because you got this older brother who is super protective of you
  • at first he just brushed it off but he began to think
  • what if he wasn’t truly good enough for you???
  • this donut can be charismatic af…if he wants to
  • but in order for him to feel accepted, he has to get approval from your bro
  • their first meeting was a lot of staring into each others’ souls
    • it was very spoopy
  • your bro was not willing to give in because his little sibling must be protected at all costs
    • thankfully you didn’t mention anything about your donut practically locking you in his apartment for a few days
  • eventually Jumin kind of stops caring because he knows he loves you and shit
  • then your bro starts to cave in
    • sees how this donut looks at you and how you look at him
    • it’s almost like a fucking disney movie

707

  • has twenty mini panic attacks
  • you don’t just have one, but THREE older brothers
    • all of which look out for their little sibling
  • has some regression going on since he’s been a terrible older brother and your THREE bros have always been there for you
    • cue flashbacks as he’s driving the car
    • “are the flashbacks frequent?”
    • increasingly…today.”
  • you have to hold his hand to give him your support
  • your bros are pretty engaging with Seven while he’s a stiff twigbean
  • but Seven just tells them he just doesn’t deserve you
  • and her brothers snap back before you could say anything
    • “DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING SAY THAT ABOUT YOURSELF.”
    • “YOU’RE A DAMN TREASURE!”
    • “OUR SIBLING IS MADE FOR YOU.”
  • wow didn’t think he would get that much aggressive support
  • after that Seven eases into the conversation, being the quirky, humorous jellybean he is

anonymous asked:

You know that chin dimple that Isak has? Sometimes I sit and think how one day when Isak does his homework Even just stares at him and Isak can feel it and he looks at Even asking what's happening and Even says "nothing,I just love your chin dimple" and gives him a peck on the lips while Isak is wondering why would someone like it and then Even becomes all romantic and tells him why he likes it and almost writing a poem about it.

this is adorable and i absolutely love the idea that even loves the dimple because?? ? let’s be honest he probably does. but, also, even pretty much loves everything about isak, and at one point isak asks even if there’s something about him he doesn’t like, and even thinks long and hard about this and he says, “maybe your attitude”, and isak gets really offended, like, go back to when you were telling me what you like about me, and even rectifies this quickly by adding, “i don’t like your attitude towards yourself. you’re pretty much perfect, but you put yourself down way too much, and it’s kinda killing the mood” and isak mumbles about the answer being a cop-out and even proceeds to give him another kiss and promise everything about isak is perfect. and when isak is blushing good and proper, even sneaks in a: “and also i’m not crazy about the way you chew with your mouth open” and he gets a pillow to the face for his effort

anonymous asked:

Your art means a lot to me. Your colors and environments make me feel peaceful, like a dream. I love your personality and your musical preferences and I think if the world were slightly different, we could have been very good friends. But that's just speculation. I'd love to buy a print of yours and frame it one day. I know this is all very embarrassing now that it's written together here but I feel compelled to say it. Please don't ever stop creating!

Hello anon! Thank you very much for writing this all to me, whether you consider it embarrassing or not, I really appreciate it. Things can be shit lately but I’m really happy for you who decided to write to me. I wonder why if it was a slightly different world we could be friends? In a way I kind of get it though. I am not good at making friends. Again thank you very much. If you create anything, visual art or not, I hope you don’t stop as well. Have it bring you as much happiness and fulfillment as needed!
Prints are stuff I never actually think about for some reason but thank you for being interested. I mean maybe some day lol.