i mean an actual photo of me

See this photo? I had to stamp a watermark because it has been spreading around without my knowledge nor my girlfriend’s (The Keith cosplayer in this photo)
It really isn’t okay to take someone’s photo without a source + tampering with it. A photo is just as much of an artwork like a drawing is. It isn’t a simple click of the button. Not when I dished out over 2k to get such a shot like this one.
My girlfriend doesn’t have a tumblr to start off with & if this photo isn’t posted anywhere on social media by EmberJayCosplay or Fricklefracklemarco? I want it removed IMMEDIATELY. 
I don’t mean to burst ANY bubbles, but seeing a low-res of MY photo literally drove me INSANE to the point of where I’m actually posting on Tumblr about it. 

Her and I LOVEEEEEE Klance just as much as the next person. (Talk to us about them & we will never stop.)
But taking photos and reposting them? Is a big no no. 

For now? Let us admire this beauty of a photo. 

Follow us on Social Media for all the Klance goods. 
Keith: EmberJayCosplay
Photo credit: Fricklefracklemarco


Note: YES. I am aware of it being posted on FB. 

Sexting (Jimin smut)

Originally posted by minblush


Summary: On a lonely night, you decide to sign up for an anonymous sexting site. Of course you are matched with the notorious fuckboy you’re constantly trying to avoid. Park fucking Jimin.

Themes: Sexting, Fuckboy Jimin, College AU.

Pairing: You x Jimin

Word Count: 4k

This fic contains: Explicit and graphic depictions of smut, sex over the phone, swearing. 


ENTER USERNAME:

Cleopatra123

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

Male/Female

WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

I’d rather not say/enter here:

WHAT ARE YOU INTERESTED IN?

Decent conversation/making friends/finding a language buddy/other

PLEASE INDICATE YOUR AGE PREFERANCE:

19-24

CLICK ‘CHAT’ TO BE MATCHED WITH A PARTNER!

YOU HAVE BEEN MATCHED WITH ‘THOR562’.

THOR562: 21 years old- Seoul, South Korea- also interested in ‘other’.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHAT?

Yes/No

YOU ARE NOW IN A CHAT WITH THOR562, ENJOY!


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I just had the most random thought that I now really want to happen.

let me set the scene. the squad is at school, as usual, and marinette, for some reason, has alya’s phone. (wouldn’t put it past her to take someone’s phone considering her track record ayy lmao) she’s taking selfies on it, some super cute but most just pulling incredibly dumb faces. 

then, on the cusp of one hella gorgeous photo where she looks like an actual angel, sunshine boy™ adrien agreste comes over from behind with a friendly and slightly awed* “hey marinette!”
(*he’s a one woman man, of course, but dang. she looked real cute in that almost selfie. can ya really blame him?)

she sees him in the phone screen and she’s shook. her expression transforms into one of pure unadulterated joy and somewhere in the seconds that pass instantaneously and yet feel like hours, she captures a photo right then. he’s in the background, looking incredible as always, and her eyes have just shifted toward him, and her expression is lovestruck. like, undeniably so. but something happens in the moment that prevents her from even noticing or looking back on the photo, and she gives alya her phone back later without having even seen said glorious selfie.

then alya. oh, alya. being the wonderful friend and impeccable wingman she is, she spams the squad group chat (bc don’t even try to tell me they don’t have one) with several of marinette’s selfies, pretending to be mad about mari taking her phone. but they’re all stunning photos, of course. and (, of course, ) the one is included. adrien sees the photo and.. oh dang. has this always been a thing? has this always been her beautiful reaction to simply seeing him? is there a reason she’s so happy? and how has he literally never noticed such elation on her face before?

he messages nino immediately. ‘dude. this photo. marinette looks really happy to see me?? I mean, it looks like she does anyway- maybe I’m reading into it. does this mean anything? is she normally this excited to see her friends?’

nino’s reply is instantaneous.

‘dude. DUDE.’

'what?’ 

'are you actually that blind? pay attention to her expressions and mannerisms the next time u see her. hopefully you’ll understand. we’ll see.’

he follows nino’s instruction and after surprisingly very little time at all, it hits him like a ton of bricks.

she does not, in fact, act this way around all her friends.

that spark of light in her eyes, that elated smile; those are marinette specials reserved for very few things. raspberry macarons, fashion, and apparently:
himself.

“plagg, I think.. I think marinette dupain-cheng likes me.”

THE SIGNS AS ICONIC QUOTES
  • Aries: I'm smarter than I look... *grabs boobs* DO YOU CALL THIS IMMATURE?!
  • Taurus: I don't want to be here. I want to be in a spa being fed a nice taco... Preferably chicken.
  • Gemini: She better not steal my thunder or I will literally punch her in the face.
  • Cancer: I respect you for shoveling the poopy. I do. I really, really do. It takes a lot of courage and a really blind sense of smell to shovel that poopy. But I had a really serious hand situation, and I just couldn't shovel that poop.
  • Leo: My heart is golden, but my vageen is platinum.
  • Virgo: I'm a good person... I'm not just saying that.
  • Libra: I feel like I'm not being myself, but I'm trying really hard to be myself, but because I'm trying so hard to be myself it's making me even more not myself.
  • Scorpio: I'm a corn husk; you gotta pull all the layers back, and in the middle is this luxury, yellow corn with all these pellets of information. And it's juicy, and buttery. You want to get to that corn.
  • Sagittarius: I didn't go into this photo shoot with no clothes. I was daring enough to actually have clothes, then take them off.
  • Capricorn: I'm really pissed. She re-interrupted me, which I think is very rude. I interrupted Taylor and she re-interrupted me.
  • Aquarius: Today was just a dream come true. I stepped out of my comfort zone, many times and angles. Dad would be proud, even though I was naked.
  • Pisces: I didn't mean to offend anyone by taking that nap... Michael Jordan took naps. Abraham Lincoln took naps. And I'm in trouble for napping?!
6

“My little brother loves creepy clowns. He’s only 3 so I won’t let him watch IT, but he still loves Pennywise. He asked me to paint his face like Pennywise. He’s done pennywise before but I lost most of the pictures. And since we’ve gotten more pictures of the movie Pennywise, I decided to redo the photo shoot and really go big. The shot in the water was actually a last minute decision. I thought about the scene in the basement and my friends own a lake, so I asked them if I could stop by and toss him in the lake. They said it was fine so he got in the lake and made his “mean face” and I got the perfect shot. “This is the first IT photo shoot I did. At first, he had a plastic bag on his head and a wig and I edited the forehead to look more real. He didn’t have the full costume. So I decided to redo it. And the new one it’s his real hair, and his forehead is edited just a bit to look bigger because these costumes I make from household things I happen to have. So I didn’t have a bald cap and liquid latex, and I threw that old orange wig away. That’s my favorite part of doing it. I don’t really plan things out and make these fancy costumes. Occasionally I do, but with Pennywise, he’s got on an old white blazer, I tied the sleeves with some string to give it the puffy look and the little cuffs at the end. He’s got a dress on under that’s rolled up under it to give it the puffy thing on his hips. The collar is a dress my sister has that I just turned inside out and put around his neck. So really the only thing I bought was orange hairspray and some balloons. I make most everything from simple things I find around the house.“

Photo Credit: Eagan Tilghman
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hey @ og homestucks if you’re giving hiveswap fans advice about sealing body paint maybe don’t be aggressive about? i’ve seen a lot of posts where people are swearing at people about sealing body paint and yeah that’s important but you don’t need to be an asshole to get your point across.

on that note, sealing body paint is important, for people who don’t know the ins and outs of paint, because the worst thing that can happen is getting grey on people’s hard worked on costumes! you’ll probably feel guilty if it happens and it’s the kind of thing that is enough to dampen your experience of a convention - worse still, they’ll be stuck walking around with grey paint on that careful armor they spent fifteen hours sculpting and painting or the shirt that they had to find in the right colour, etc etc. 
seal your paint with lots of baby powder or translucent powder! ben nye is a good brand of paint (for my skin tone which is like, white as heck, i mix one of their white and grey together) if you can afford it because it’s waterproof and long lasting. you’ll need alcohol based remover to get it off - otherwise, snazaroo is cheap, although it’s not waterproof and will probably come off way faster. there is also kryolan which i’ve never tried but heard good things about! it pays to look around at tutorials and the like, there are a load on youtube about how to do it as safely as possible so as to avoid dampening someones con experience!
some people make arm socks, but i cant sew at all so i paint my hands. i’d recommend covering them extra well, and if you think you’ve covered them enough…well, cover them a few times, juuuuuust to be sure! i also never paint the palm of my hands or underside of my fingers because i like to grab stuff to look at in cons and it’s just overall safer for me not to! 

tldr; homestucks be nice, and there;s some actual help instead of a !!!Sea L Yo ur B o D y P AI nt !! rant in the big blurb. have fun i guess and i hope i get to take photos with people cosplaying hiveswap at my next con! 

How to Get the Most Out of Your Tarot Reading

Tarot readings are cool, but why not make them AWESOME? Here’s some ways you can be sure to get the most out of your divination situation.

🔮Have a Question In Mind- This sounds pretty obvious, but it’s astounding how many people I read for that have no idea what they want out of it. Wanting a general reading is fine, but definitely have an answer to the question “what would you like to know?” when you sit down/place an order. Thinking about what you want helps you solidify the question with the cards, and helps you avoid thinking an hour later, “Drat! I should have asked about _____.”

🔮Think about How You Frame your Question- Tarot has different strengths and weaknesses, like any divination form. Playing to these strengths will help your reader give you a more fulfilling answer! For example, I once had a querent purchase multiple readings from me asking for very specific times of things. While tarot CAN be used in that way, it is much harder and in my experience usually comes at the expense of more valuable information. A better version of, “when will X happen?” is “what will make X happen?” or “What must I do before X?” That way you know if X requires specific action on your part, instead of sitting around waiting for “Oh, maybe about three months” and nothing happening. Phrasing your question in a way that milks the most information out of the cards makes for a better reading!

🔮Know Your Reader- First and foremost, a tarot reader is not the same as a psychic. A lot of psychics use tarot cards as a tool, but most people just offering readings can’t tell you the name of your future spouse or the color of your great-grandfather’s shirt when he died. Secondly, every reader is different! Some are intuitive readers and pull cards from the middle of the deck, some have you choose the cards, others deal from the top, and that’s just one example. Every reader has a different style to their interpretation that makes for a unique experience, so if possible, be picky with who you choose to purchase from. Some readers work better with certain types of questions. Maybe some give more detail in their interpretations. Some readers tell a little story about each card, which people can like or dislike. Some have trouble delivering bad news. Some just may not resonate with you! If you have the ability to check out multiple readers, especially online, definitely do so and find one who you think lines up with your needs the best.

🔮Don’t Be Afraid to Confide- The phrase, “I have a question in mind, but I’m not going to tell you” makes me want to rip my hair out. In my experience, people do this less because they want answers and more because they want to be impressed by a display of Tarot’s accuracy and the reader’s intuitiveness. They want to see the reader still pick up on the Truth with no outside input. This is all fine and dandy, but it’s not going to give you a lot of information. Why? It’s going to be vague! I can’t connect the dots as well if I don’t have half of them. It’s okay to give me some information about your question; it helps me pick out signs I may have not found significant without context. That said, I understand the fear of just having a reader use your words to tell you what you already know and call it divination. So don’t feel like you need to over share, either! If you want to know about whether to break up with your partner over that argument two days ago or not, a simple, “I’ve been having relationship problems and would like some insight on how to move forward.” Should work fine. That should allow you to still get a display of the reader’s intuitive ability (identifying the specifics of your situation) while still getting an actual answer.

🔮Interpret For Yourself- Yeah yeah, do my job for me. But not quite. Sometimes there are symbols that strike us that the reader may not emphasize in their interpretation. You know yourself better than they do, after all. If you think the cards are saying something extra to you, feel free to include that in your personal takeaway! If a reader asks, “what does this mean to you?/does anything stand out to you?” (this happens more in person than online) it’s totally okay to say, “I find X really interesting because Y. How do you think that ties in with the rest of the reading?” Feel free to start a conversation over it. Pick these cards apart with your reader. I, at least, love when querents do this. It shows they’re invested and engaged, and it lets me pull even more information out for them.

🔮Take a Picture- If you can. Sometimes online readings come with a photo of your spread! (Mine do.) Look back on the photo with a fresh mind later and reflect on it. Have you come up with any new personal interpretations for it? (Once I had a reading that I thought was about starting a business, but realized later it was about me writing a book!) What do each the cards actually mean? Are there any patterns in the spread you notice? It can also be fun to look back on it much later and see how accurate it was!

🔮Get Readings from Multiple People- I like a little variety, but I also just like people. I have people I go to for when I need a really solid dependable reading, but I also enjoy talking to other readers and seeing how they do it differently. I know it’s helped me improve a lot as a reader. If you’re able, consider getting your question answered through multiple sources (but be respectful, we’re still people.) See if there are any common threads between the two interpretations (it happens quite frequently.) See how they differ! It’s more work and money but is usually fairly interesting.

🔮Don’t Take it Too Seriously- At the end of the day, getting a reading is not going to change your life. Only you do that. While tarot can be a magnificent tool for insight, it is not an actual changing force in and of itself. Don’t stress too hard over it and be sure to use it alongside your own judgement, intuitiveness, heart, and common sense. And most importantly, enjoy it for the sake of enjoying an art form!

If you’d like to purchase a reading from me, you can do so here!

Originally posted by limoniume

Imagine Bill rambling about you during interviews and admitting you are his celebrity crush, excited when you go to the premiere of his new movie, not knowing you feel the same and are watching the interview.

“So uhm there were plenty of people attending the premiere of- of the newest movie you’re taking part in, am I right?” Ellen asked once the audience calmed down.

“Uh yes, yes many actually. Other than my family, my brothers and actually father too, there were other celebrities too. Some of whom I- I look up to so much I can’t describe! I got to talk to some of them, like- like Harrison Ford, yeah he was actually there, and Antony Hopkins and so many others! I couldn’t believe it at first but I was truly- truly blessed to be able to actually get to have a conversation with them, it was- it was amazing.” he breathed out, a smile spreading on his lips as he nodded his head.

“I am sure you were thrilled, but it shouldn’t come as such a surprise. The movie was expected to be a great hit and it actually happened!” she pointed out with a smile and small shrug “We- we indeed saw Harrison, Antony and Robert Downey Jr there too, right?” she asked and he nodded his head.

“Yeah also, I uh saw Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston too, and uh Ryan Gosling? Yeah he was there too.” he added “I was- I was really happy to see them there and you know even here a small ‘Great job!’ or 'Congratulations!’ meant so so much I can’t describe it! I was thrilled!”

“It certainly means a lot, I can understand! But something tells me we are not bringing up the first, and probably most important, person of the night that oh I am so sure made you feel over the moon!” she said with a smirk and even without saying a single name Bill laughed shyly, looking down, because he understood very very well who she was referring to.

“That- that laugh tells me you already know who I mean?” she asked with a small chuckled and he grinned, rubbing the back of his neck.

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anonymous asked:

If you haven't done this already, could you possibly to an entire fic thing purely made out of fluff? No smut, nothing sexual, just cute, tooth-rotting fluff? Thank you! I appreciate what you do!

Thanks for asking! I love some pure, wholesome fluff! I already have a fluff list, which is mostly non-smut, but some of the fics in there are NSFW. Here is some non-explicit fluff! Enjoy!

Originally posted by cat-bomb-art


Tooth-Rotting Fluff


Round and Gold by oh_imintrouble, Gen, 1.4k
Yuuri wins the Grand Prix Final and gives Victor something round a gold. Victor gives him something else round and gold in return. One shot proposal fic. I’m totally not crying, there’s just something in my eye…

Five Kisses by oh_imintrouble, Gen, 4.3k
It hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary at the time. Victor had always been free with his affection; throwing out compliments, light caresses, even the occasional peck to the cheek. After a little over a week of having him as his coach, Yuuri was sure he had gotten used to it. SO cute omg!

Love Like You by LFMH021, Teen, 3.6k
Little insight to retired and domestic Victuuri! Many small scenes from deciding who is going to do the dishes to grocery shopping. SO CUTE AND FLUFFY!

stammi vicino by sunshinehide, Gen, 1k
its moments like these where yuuri realizes how lucky in love he is with victor. CUTEEE

hold me in your arms tonight by isonala, Gen, 702 words
After surgery, Victor wakes up with temporary amnesia and forgets he’s married to Yuuri. Quick read, and the fluffiest of fluff. Must read!

In This Bed by elliemoran, Gen, 1.1k
Victor is faced with a dilemma. What exactly do you do when the person you keep asking to share your bed falls asleep in it? I literally got a cavity after reading this, it’s so sweet!

in need of melted marshmallow cuddles by Hitsugi_Zirkus, Gen, 1.7k
“Viktor. You’re Russian. How is it that you’re always so easily cold and– Wait,” Yuuri’s eyes fell onto Viktor’s bundled up form under the comforter, “are you wearing my jackets? How many layers have you got on?” SNUGGLES AND CUDDLES DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING I LOVE THIS FIC

Under the Weather by ProcrastinatingPalindrome, Gen, 1.3k
Victor spends his 28th birthday in bed with the flu while Yuuri fusses over him. Somehow, he doesn’t seem too upset about this. Pure fluff!

Warmth by SuggestiveScribe, Gen, 1.4k
“I love nights like tonight,” Viktor commented as he allowed a momentary pause in his gait. He lifted his chin to the sky, gloved fingers still securely fastened over Yuuri’s hand. I’M ACTUALLY CRYING  THIS IS SO PERFECT SOMEONE SEND ME TISSUES OMG

life and love by novocaine_sea, Gen, 12k
Twenty-two year old Yuuri Katsuki travels to Italy to study photography. One day, while going around the city taking photos he gets lost and ends up at a coffee shop, ultimately meeting one Victor Nikiforov who would take him all around Florence, showing him what life and love are really all about. Italian Victor… I mean?? So perfect!

with or without by SportsAnimeRuinedMyLife (KnightOfRage), Gen, 2.1k
“Quit snapchatting me.” Yuuri mumbles.
“I’m instagramming.” Viktor says brightly. “It’s totally different.” SO much flirting, I’m screaming!

Heartbeat by emilyenrose, Gen, 3.1k
Victor starts sleeping in Yuri’s bed well before the Cup of China. Literally can’t make a fic rec list without putting in 183472749 cuddling fics… I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

we’re like two halves of one heart by grandeur, Gen, 2.9k
The man smiles at this, looking both unfairly beautiful and amused. “Very cute.”
“She is,” Yuuri agrees.
“I wasn’t talking about the dog.” I’VE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN

Deck the Halls with Love and Folly by sushicorps (Inclinant), Gen, 4k
Basically, the first time Viktor Nikiforov sees Katsuki Yuuri, he skates into a Christmas tree. A Christmas AND Valentine’s Day fluffy fic?? SO good!

anonymous asked:

"Go then!! Leave!! See if I care!!" scenario between RFA members + MC :)

(i legit cracked my knuckles before starting to write bc I just KNOW this is going to be a long wall of text filled with angst boiiiii… ALSO this has a sorta happy ish ending bc…… my mood is too high up to write pure angst???? crushes can destroy a person rip)

((also I didn’t write V?? because I love him and honestly I can’t… squeeze my brain to get a clear image of what he’d do??? if I find a good and actually logical reaction, I’ll add him later on- but this is already super long and all-sorry!))

Yoosung

  • it’s hard for Yoosung to express his anger in a healthy way
  • he’d usually just play LOLOL and beat up monsters until he felt calm, but…
  • he can’t quite do that
  • MC had told him clearly:
  • he’s spending so much time on the game, it feels like MC is living alone
  • deep in his heart, he knows it’s true
  • with the increasing difficulty of classes, he just… naturally dove deeper and deeper into LOLOL
  • when he counted back, how much time had he spent with MC…?
  • had he even spent time with them in the past month?
  • it’s just when MC asks him for what seems like the hundredth time if he’s going to turn off the computer
  • it’s that what just sets off the stress
  • he really hates the anger he can feel bubbling up in him, but he can’t even avoid it
    • “Will you shut up?! I’ve answered you before! No! How hard can it be to understand?!”
  • it’s hard to tell who’s more shocked
  • him or MC
  • “What- what the fuck, Yoosung?! I’m just trying to spend some time with m boyfriend! Is it that wrong?! Would you rather just me leave?!”
  • he replies without thinking too much
  • his head is too full of anger led by stress
    • “Nothing is stopping you! The door is there for you to leave!”
  • he wasn’t shocked when MC ran out the room
  • he…. knew he’d acted like an asshole
  • what shocks him is the sound of the front door being slammed shut
  • he suddenly feels all the guilt washing up on him and he calls MC
  • no answer
  • he sits by the door for hours, but they don’t come
  • a week passes
  • every time he enters the chat they leave
  • his grades are dropping, he’s gaming for longer, and he can’t remember the last time he even ate a proper meal
  • he could have probably collapsed when the second week rolled around
  • living off cereal and random energy drinks he bought and gaming all day
  • it gets his mind off the trouble
  • when MC finally comes back, it’s more for concern about his health
  • at first he thinks he’s reached his limit. he’s hallucinating- stared too much at a screen and fried his brain. it can’t be. it can’t be MC. it’s a prank
  • MC scolds him- how could he let it get this bad? he could literally collapse and probably even die!- and also hugs him
  • both feel guilty, and Yoosung can’t even stop crying and apologizing as he hugs MC

Jaehee

  • little by little her stress builds up
  • this recipe didn’t come out like she wanted
  • too much work
  • her CD player broke
  • small things add up and up and don’t ever go down
  • it probably takes a full month before she’s at the limit
  • and it’s like a delicate sculpture- even the smallest touch could shatter her patience at this point
  • and that little touch just so happens to be delivered by MC
  • it’s a small mistake
  • just washing the dishes and accidentally breaking off a mug’s handle
    • “Gosh, sorry love, I’ll put this in the trash before one of us accidentally cuts themselves with the jagged end-”
  • Jaehee hears nothing
  • this has been the most stressful and tense month of her life AND NOW THIS HAPPENS, AT HOME, WHERE HER CALMNESS IS SUPPOSED TO BE-
    • “Are you stupid? How could you just break it like that?!”
  • She speaks oddly calmly for someone who was holding back stress and let it all loose at once
  • and it puts MC off
    • “I- it was an accident, Jahee- you’ve, this has happened to you before too,”
  • that just makes things worse
    • “Now it’s my fault?! I didn’t even touch the mug- stop shifting the blame onto me, specially if it was caused by your own clumsiness! Get ou- just, out!”
  • jaehee doesn’t know what she herself means with out
  • she half expects MC to get angry and shut themselves in the bedroom
  • or maybe shut themselves in the bathroom
  • she just needs to be alone and MC is in the kitchen- out, out out!
  • what she didn’t expect was for them to literally go out
  • they rush to the bedroom, and a few minutes later the front door creaks open and 
  • they’re gone
  • MC is gone
  • jaehee purses her lips once she realizes this, but she tries to stand strong
  • she was mean, and if MC need time alone too, that’s ok, right?
  • a day passes
  • two days
  • a week
  • MC is clearly alive- sometimes entering the chat to deliver an important message or so, but leaving quickly without even acknowledging her
  • for some reason, she can’t seem to throw herself into her work to avoid thinking- that’s how distressed she is
  • her work becomes slow and sluggish, and she can’t even seem to concentrate on basic tasks
  • it’s hard, but for one time- after so many tries- MC picks up the phone
  • after two weeks, she’s hearing their voice again
  • apologies are flying all over when MC walks in- she’s prepared food, MC’s favourite drink, and she fixed the mug with some superglue she found on the store
  • she can’t even express how much she needs MC, and fully accepts the fault for the situation, while asking MC to maybe… stay….

Zen

  • always a rumor going around about him
  • he knows it can’t be helped, but it bothers him
  • MC says they’re ok! it’s bound to happen!
  • but each time a new fake rumor springs up MC becomes…
  • more distant
  • one day in the couch, Zen feels so alone
  • when was the last time he and MC kissed? or even held hands??
  • why is MC like this?
  • upon asking, MC just seems to feel awkward and shrinks into the couch
    • “I trust you and love you, but… It’s just… Those rumors, they bring up so many evidence, and I… I feel… No, it’s rude to say it, sorry, I’ll… Go to bed now.”
  • is that
  • is MC implying they actually believe he’d cheat?
  • and usually this would prompt to him reassuring MC that he loves them, that he’d never do that
  • but it’s just… those tabloids and news have brought him and his manager so much stress lately, so much problems-
  • and now MC believes them?
  • he feels like he’s been punched in the stomach
    • “Wow, you trust those kinds of people more than me? Your actual boyfriend?”
  • MC turns around at this, and quickly tries to clean up what they said
  • they didn’t mean it like that
  • but seriously, the uncomfortable feeling that built up with each news article seems to lead up to MC spitting out another comment
    • “No, it’s just, I trust you! I… I guess those fishy news outlets and crappy tabloids are just simply amazing at photoshop and can make a photo where you’re kissing someone else that easy, huh?”
  • what the fuck
  • what the fuck
  • his blood is heating up, and he sucks in his breath
  • MC is accusing him of cheating
  • he hasn’t done anything to deserve this
  • to be fair, he did have some beers before, and earlier practice was crappy and his day had been pretty stressful- he did have a fair amount of stress on his shoulders that caused him to snap
    • “Well! With that amount of trust we’ve got here, maybe you’re the one smooching others when you’re out- because you clearly share so much trust, huh?!”
  • MC raises their voice to his level- somewhat shakier- but standing firm
    • “I’m trying so hard to trust you! So, so hard! But we can’t even hold hands in public- I can’t switch from being completely cold with you to being lovey dovey at home- I’m a human! Guess what?! That and those pictures do bother me! It’s actually! Kind of stressful!”
  • that’s his last straw
  • nothing in MC’s words particularly sets him off- maybe it’s the whole thing, maybe it’s nothing
    • “Get out of my sight! If you’re going to be like that, I’d rather be alone in this house!”
  • cue dead silence
  • both of them are clearly regretting their words- maybe not as much as they should, due to the boiling-hot blood pumping through their bodies
  • which probably causes MC to utter “fine” and slam the door as they leave
  • the first two days are hell, but Zen’s pride keeps him from trying to reach MC in the groupchat where they show up sometimes
  • a call they don’t answer, a message left in seen… his efforts to try and be level-headed are failing when it comes to apologizing
  • the second week, he’s desperate
  • he has received the worst critiques in his life about his acting by now- too stiff, out of character, spacing out in the middle of acting
  • and it’s that what prompts MC to go back after Jaehee worriedly begs them too
  • at first, when they unlock the door and go to where he’s sitting on the couch, it’s hard to find words
  • he hugs them out of reflex- god he missed them- and it’s time for MC and Zen to properly apologize before spending an hour on the couch muttering about how lonely and miserable they were without the other

Jumin

  • The argument is small at first
  • it’s about a little thing, nothing too big, and honestly, he can’t even remember what it was
  • he can’t even remember how it escalated like that
  • he remembers slowly getting more irritated with MC, voice ever so slowly growing in tone, frustration creeping up on him
  • he can’t really tell when the small argument became an actual argument
  • talking- if not almost screaming with loud tones- filled the penthouse
  • the guards were probably all incredibly scared, and in all honesty, they’d have the right
  • he wishes he hadn’t had so much wine before
  • all he knows is that when he woke up, MC wasn’t home
  • he felt panic. horrible, soul consuming panic- it was worse than when Elizabeth 3rd had gone missing
  • he calls Jaehee
    • “Deploy all my guards to comb the city for MC, look for any free ad space in big and noticeable places- if those are taken, offer a higher pay immediately- MC is missing, we need to find them right now, ask the design department to-”
  • a big sigh cuts him off
  • Jaehee can’t even understand what her boss is saying
  • his words are so fast and filled with panic they become a blur of sound
    • “MC is with me, Mr. Han. They seemed incredibly upset yesterday, and asked if they could stay. I… Have no business in asking you this sir, so I won’t, but if you and MC had a fight, it might be best to let them cool off for a while.”
  • those words feel somewhat like nails being laid on a coffin
  • he tries to communicate with MC to no avail- asking Jaehee to please relay a message to them is the only way to get anything to them, and even then, no reply comes
  • his work becomes a complete mess
  • his handwriting is incomprehensible, he shows up late to work, and his documents are full of errors
  • it’s so bad even Zen feels worried- which is a lot
  • the second the week ends, Jaehee knows this can’t go on and arranges for Jumin to meet MC at her place
  • even though he feels awkward and out of  place in his employee’s house (and probably so does Jaehee), the chance to talk and see MC is a certain yes
  • he brings so many gifts as apologies- anything and everything he saw that reminded him of MC, from clothes to electronics- and it almost is too overwhelming for them
  • apologizing isn’t that hard when he is pouring out words without a filter- a consequence of being away from MC so much and finally seeing them again

707

  • Work, work, work, work, emotional stress, work, work, becoming cold, work, isolating himself, work, work, more work-
  • if MC had to make a list of what Seven has done the past days, it’d be that
  • completely enveloped in his work, not taking care of himself, letting his mental state fall down to the trash
  • even when trying, MC can’t help-
  • everything they do puts him off and he acts colder
  • it feels like back then, huh…
  • it’s too hard to brush it off
  • Seven’s usually odd but quirky humour wasn’t permanent- MC knew so much, and they loved even the somewhat cold and depression-riddled person Seven became
  • but… even this was a bit too hard
  • it wasn’t just being cold- it was plain rudeness sometimes, to downright ignoring MC
    • “Am I bothering you now…?”
  • MC knew the answer they’d receive- cleaning up the trash around Seven,being in the room; all that probably bothered him in his mood
    • “Yes. Get out.”
  • pressing their lips firmly, they stood up and packed some bags
  • was it petty? … probably.
  • but maybe it was for the best- a couple weeks alone would probably be what Seven wanted, right? and maybe going out and taking their mind off things would be good for them too, no?
  • the first day, Seven has already riddled their phone with calls, begging for an answer
  • he’s regretting it. he’s feeling like shit
  • but MC can’t just return yet- even if they feel bad for Seven, they have feelings to, y’know? they need some time too
  • so turning off the phone, days fly by and the small wounds on MC’s soul heal up
  • but the overwhelming guilt of leaving Seven for so long is unbearable
  • it’s not that it was even planned, but Seven can easily find them,and finally decides to show up to the restaurant where MC was planning on eating that day
  • he looks… better, but also worse
  • he showered and dressed in fresh clothes, and that’s an improvement
  • but the circles under his eyes are darker than ever, and he looks so lost and sad that it hurts
  • it takes all his strenght to not simply hug MC then and there, and cry
  • at first, MC fears they made it worse- now that they left, Seven will be colder than ever, he’ll hate them-
  • but it’s not… that bad
  • he feels like crap, too; for making MC feel so alone like that, and for acting like a stranger- he gladly assumes part of the fault and hopes to keep going on with the relationship
Have You Seen This Painting of A Hallway?

I got this package in the mail from my dad: brown paper wrapping, large but flat, with the word “FRAGILE” written on it in black ink. When I unwrapped it, it was this big, acrylic painting, framed in some sort of bronze-gilded plaster.

The painting itself was of this long hallway full of doors, kind of like you’d see in a fancy hotel. The walls had edging about halfway up, the upper part was painted sort of an off white while the lower half was a crimson red that blended into the carpeting. Between each door was an up-turned light, as well as on the far wall at the end, where the corridor seemed to connect to another hallway running perpendicular to it, disappearing around a corner.

It was really amazing detail, though I wouldn’t call it life-like by any means. Just the sheer amount of intricate pieces to each aspect of the scene showed that the artist really paid attention to every little thing, like somewhere in the world was this hallway, and you could stand in it and hold the painting up in front of you and if it weren’t for the border and the clearly stylized art, you wouldn’t be able to tell where the canvas ended and the real world began.

I called him up and thanked him immediately.

“But where’d you find this?”

“I got it at an auction.”

I kinda figured as much.

So I hung up the painting in my office, just behind my desk, which I realized later wasn’t the best place for it because in order to actually look at it, I had to swivel completely around, but there wasn’t anywhere better really, and once I’d gotten it hung up, I felt less willing to take it back down, so I just left it there. It kind of hung out over my shoulder and watched me work, and every now and then I’d turn around and stare at it and get entranced by it, feeling like I could get up and put my hands in the frame and climb into the painting as if the frame were a window.

Of course, I wouldn’t be writing this if something weird didn’t happen as a result of the painting.

We had a couple friends over, Marc and Sabina, and Marc and I went into my office when the women-folk started talking about knitting, which has become my wife’s new favorite hobby. I went and sat down at my laptop to find a video I had been telling Marc about, and Marc wandered over and started admiring the painting.

“Where’d you get that?”

“My dad bought it at an auction and gave it to me.”

“It’s creepy.”

“It’s not that creepy. It’s kind of… I don’t know.”

“Hypnotic?”

“Yeah.”

I turned around to look at it with him while the video loaded. He got up close and was running his finger over the canvas, feeling the raised acrylic, and I just let my gaze wander over all the details again.

“Huh, I didn’t notice that before.”

“What?”

“At the end of the hall, there’s some sort of light coming from around the corner, and it’s casting a shadow on the floor.”

I got up and looked closer, because I really hadn’t spent a lot of time studying the far end of the hallway. There was definitely some yellow and some darker colors making what looked like the shadow of a person coming from around the corner. I even reached out and touched it to make sure it wasn’t some trick of the light in the study making it just look like there was this shadow in the painting, but I felt the paint and sure enough it was actually there in the painting.

“See what I mean?” Marc said, “Creepy.”

I genuinely felt weirded out by it. It was one of those moments where you start thinking, Why didn’t I notice this earlier? Was it there to notice?

A couple days later, I was working on a project in my study, and it was like 9:30 at night, and I just couldn’t focus, so I spun around in my chair to look at the painting and I felt this sudden vertigo effect, like the ground wasn’t there and I had to grab my chair to keep from tumbling into emptiness.

You wouldn’t have noticed it if you hadn’t looked at the painting a hundred times like I had. The hallway was long, with exactly six doors. I remember, because I counted them the first day. three on the left, three on the right, each with a little shiny, metal doorknob.

Only now there were seven doors. Three on the left, four on the right. It didn’t make sense. Everything looked proportionally exactly the same, and the far end of the corridor was just as far away, and yet there was a fourth door in the right side of the hallway, with its little metal doorknob. I don’t even know which door was the fourth door, that’s how well it blended in, I just know that there were four doors where once there were three.

“What the hell is going on?”

I turned away in my chair and back to check several times and make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me, but the number of doors remained constant.

I called my dad again and I asked him, “Is this a trick painting you sent me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean it keeps changing. I can see it changing.”

“Not as far I know. It was just one in a bunch I picked up all at the same auction.”

After I got off the phone I took the painting down and checked the back for some some of mechanical or digital hocus pocus, but it was all soft canvas so I left it on the floor behind my office chair with the painting facing the wall because the thought of it was freaking me out.

The next day I pulled my wife into my office and held the painting up so she could see it because she hadn’t had a chance to before.

“How many doors are there?” I asked.

She looked it over for a moment. “Seven.”

“When I first got this, there were six.”

She just looked at me like I was being a goofball. “Okay, so which one wasn’t there before?”

“I have no idea.”

“You don’t know which door magically appeared?” and she laughed and gave me a kiss and went back into the other room.

It gets worse.

The next time I chatted with Marc, I told him about the extra door in the painting.

“Are you sure there weren’t seven doors to begin with?”

“Well, I would swear I counted six.”

“Well, if another one shows up, at least Melissa counted seven, and can confirm it then. You know what you should do? You should take a photo of the painting so you can prove it if anything else changes.”

What a great idea, so I got my phone and took a photo of the painting.

Two days went by. Nothing.

On the third day, I walked into my office and there was a man staring at me. Well, I mean… it wasn’t… I can’t say that it was a man or a woman. Hell, I can’t say that it was human. There was a shape at the end of the hallway in my painting. It was oddly lacking in the detail that the rest of the painting had, like someone had hurriedly painted it on. I even ran my hand over it to make sure it wasn’t fresh, that someone hadn’t actually come in and painted over my painting to drive me crazy.

It was really there.

And the look of it scared me more than anything else, changing painting included. I wish I could do it justice with words, but the best I can describe it is that it was human-ish, with legs and arms, but it seemed squat, or hunched, and lopsided, like someone had slapped a blurry Quasimodo onto an otherwise beautiful painting. You couldn’t see the details of its face, but you could see shading on it, defining really warped features. I was almost glad that there wasn’t more detail to it, except that it left just enough to the imagination to give one nightmares.

But I had proof! Here was proof that the painting was changing. So I brought up the file on my laptop to show my wife for comparison, only when I did, the figure was in the photo I took too!

At no point did I start questioning my sanity about all this. Something unnatural and terrifying was going on, so I took the painting out of the house and set it on the curb where we put our trash for pickup. I was so done with that painting.

Or so I thought.

The next evening, when I got home from work, it was gone from the curb. I figured someone had seen it and taken it home, and I waved my hands and said, “Good, now it’s someone else’s problem.” I went in, played with daughter, had dinner, put them to bed, and after watching a show with my wife, went into my office to check my email.

No, the painting wasn’t back on the wall. I made sure of that the moment I walked in the door.

But I got a message from Marc, asking if the painting had changed anymore, and I told him about the creepy new addition and also how I had gotten rid of the painting.

“Oh man, that sounds cool. I wish I’d gotten a chance to see it.”

“Well, I can send you the photo I took of it.”

“Cool.”

So I opened the image file.

The thing in the painting had raised its arms.

Before, you could only barely make out the arms hanging at its sides, but now both arms were raised up over its head, and its fingers were spread apart like it was waving hello at me. I think it was waving hello at me.

I zoomed in, as best as I could without pixelating the image, and the shaded contours of the face seemed stretched into a grin.

Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

I sent Marc the file, but the connection kept fucking up, so I put it in a folder on my dropbox account and gave him access to it.

“The file’s corrupted.” He texted me.

I tried to open it as well, but he was right. Every time I copied the image file, somehow it got corrupted.

“It must be the spooky magic.” Marc joked.

“This is no joke. I’m freaking out here.”

“Delete the file if it’s scaring you so bad.”

So I deleted the file.

But it gnawed at me, you know? The painting was still changing, in horrible, terrifying ways, seemingly acknowledging my observation of it, and now it was gone. But if it was gone, why should it matter? If something unholy happens, it’s the problem of whoever has the painting now, right? And they’ll see it changing too, won’t they?

“Oh shit.”

It was two days later, and I was organizing a folder of documents and had accidentally deleted a couple I hadn’t meant to. I went into the Windows recycling bin and –you guessed it– there was the image file along with the documents.

I had to look. I was trembling with dread at the thought of it, but when something so surreal happens to you, you have to witness it and see it through to the end.

I recovered the file and opened it.

The walls of the hallway seemed to be melting. The partition separating the red from the off-white was lower than it had been before, and drooped in places. The ridge on the lights looked like they were peeling off. The carpet seemed less crimson and more reddish brown.

And the figure had taken several steps down the corridor toward the viewer’s perspective. More details had become defined: hair hanging off its head, long and black like it had been painted with a fine-tipped brush, the eyes were little more than dull black points under the shading of the brow. The grin came with teeth, uneven and fat, like those of a child more than an adult. Its arms were extended out on either side of it, touching both walls. One foot was ahead of the other, as if I had caught it mid-step in a game of red light/green light.

I realized I was panting and shaking as I looked at it. It was really hard to breathe, an anxiety attack. The painting was going to make me pass out, just from looking at a digital photo of it.

Quickly, I closed the image to calm myself down, but that suddenly brought forth the thought, What if it progresses every time I look away? The only way to stop it is to keep looking! and I opened the file again.

No change. Oh– no, wait, that wasn’t a new change, I had noticed it before, but it hadn’t dawned on me. One of the doors was open. There was a dim blue light coming from the room inside, moonlight I thought. And just outside the threshold of the door, there was an object lying on the floor.

I zoomed in for better detail.

It was a little, yellow, stuffed lion with a scraggly, orange mane. A child’s toy. Of all the details, the melting hallway, the grinning fiend with arms wide open, the blue light from the open doorway, it was the innocent nature of that little toy lion that filled me with the most dread.

My wife came into the office.

“Come kiss Gabby goodnight.”

I went into her darkened room, where she was wrapped up in blankets in her bed, hugging a half dozen stuffed animals and looking cute as could be. My little darling. I love her so much.

I kissed my daughter goodnight. She kissed me back and hugged her little pillowpet with the built in night light. It glowed through a variety of colors.

“I love you, baby.” I told her.

“Can you get my Simba?”

I looked around. “Where’d you leave it?”

“Over there.” She pointed to the closet. The door was open, and her toy lay on the floor just inside.

Simba, her little, yellow, stuffed lion with the scraggly, orange mane.

Seeing it lying there, just past the threshold of the closet door, while the dim glow of my daughter’s night light faded from red to purple to blue, I felt my heart rise up in my chest. The closet was just a closet. I could see it was just a closet. There were clothes on hangers and bags with toys and blocks in them. They were right there. And yet, as I looked at the stuffed lion lying on the floor, waiting for me, I felt as if I could see carpeting on the floor inside the closet, even though there was none. Carpeting, not in my vision, but in my imagination. And maybe if I went in and shut the door, I’d find that the walls beyond those clothes had a wooden partition, red below, off-white above.

And maybe there was something hunched and terrible shambling its way toward us even as I stood there staring at that toy.

I walked, briskly, trying not to look half as frightened as I was, snatched up Simba and shut the closet door. My breathing was heavy, like I’d just run a mile, and I struggled to avoid gasping for breath as I tried to calm myself down.

“Hey, did that poster fall down?” I asked nobody in particular, then pretended I was trying to adjust a cat poster that had been on the floor by her dresser for months, and shoved the heavy dresser over so that it partially blocked the closet door.

“Here’s Simba, sweety.” I handed the lion to Gabby, gave her a quick hug and kiss, and wished her goodnight before rushing back to my office.

The painting had changed, as I knew it would. The open door was closed, the toy gone from the floor, the hallway was dimly lit with yellow light from the melting lights again. But the thing, that not-quite-human fiend, was standing right outside the now shut door, its body turned to face it with both hands pressed up against the door itself like it was running its hands down it, caressing it, and its head turned toward me, still grinning that awful, frightening grin full of gnashed, crooked teeth.

Oh God how close had it been? No, it’s just a closet! The hallway is not there. It’s not real. None of this is real.

I’ve put up signs around the neighborhood, knocked on doors, asked everyone I know and many I don’t if they know who took the painting. I need to find it and get it back. I want to tear it, shred it in my hands, throw it in a fire and watch it burn to ashes. Jesus God in Heaven, I hope it didn’t end up in some landfill.

I’ve learned the awful truth… All Doors Lead To The Hallway

‘Please roast Phil more.’ Phil had that coming, I mean, you know the thing is Phil wasn’t actually offended 'cause that’s what friends can do. You can just roast each other with no repercussions. But if we’re all being honest with each other, after Phil’s rat video - remember the photos he found of me in Dan, Anthony or a RAT? Yeah, it was only fair that he got a full roasting.
— 

@danielhowell during his live show on the 25th of July 2017

Quotes from Dan (66/?)

When you’re close enough, you can roast someone without any repercussions.

Ok but what other explanation is there for this reaction from John as Sherlock says “I Love You” to Molly? I really want to try and figure out what other reading I can glean from this because…. Why? He looks similar to when Sherlock proposed to Jeanine (although John is more upset in this photo). Why would Martin select this acting choice for this scene. What other meaning can there be? @holmesianscholar @meta-lock @hubblegleeflower. I welcome all thoughts/feelings/opinions from anyone who wishes to share. This shot drives me insane. I’m sure he cares for Molly but this looks grief stricken to me. It actually reminds me of the hug/confession scene in TLD at times.

You’re My Fish

Request: hi can I ask for Auston Matthews imagine please? where he picks a fight for no reason and then you’re mad so you go to stay at your place after a week you realized it’s Ema’s birthday (his mom) so you go over to help her make cake and stuff during that Ema tell you about how Auston mess up and then he walks in and you guys make up? Thank you so much❤️

A/N: I feel like I say the same thing every time, so I’m just going to say I adore this boy and leave it at that. 

Word Count: 1390

Warnings: Cursing. (Sorry, it’s just who I am as a person.)


“What do you mean, you don’t understand why I’m upset?” Auston asks running his hands through his hair. “I’m upset, no I’m pissed- furious, actually because there are random guys liking your photos on Instagram.”

“It’s public, Auston. Loads of random girls like your photos and you don’t see me getting all bent out of shape about it.” You sigh. Auston is only getting more upset, nothing you say is helping. All because some random guy liked a couple of your photos this morning. One of which was the sunrise and another was the ice before anyone skated on it. “You’re overreacting.”

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JB Imagine - Leaked Nudes (Dating) - (Part 1)

A/N: Hey beauts ! I dearly apologise for being so inactive on Tumblr since I’m rather more on Wattpad (narryneon), but I felt really bad so here is one of my works. Their is definitely going to be a Part 2. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. Be sure to like and send me feedback. Much love .xx

Warning : Language

(PART 2)

Part 1

My reaction to this whole situation that I’m seeing before my eyes is un-fucking-believable. Justin has been travelling around for the past month promoting “What Do You Mean” along with performing. After promoting, he had the thought of going to Bora Bora for some time now for a small vacation. I for one thought it would be perfect if we went together, time for us to be with each other, cuddles at night and what did he have to say about that you may question ? No. I was taken back by his answer which seemed a bit suspicious to me. I mean which boyfriend wouldn’t want to take their girlfriend with over seas - well unless you actually love her.

Originally posted by playtiwe

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hey look its me and Dan!!!!! I had such a fucking blast at Game Grumps Live in Vancouver last night, holy shit

I got to tell Dan in person the thing about me working with Eric Chahi. He was tired as all fuck but still managed to seem super excited for me, lol.. and he also asked me to try and ask Eric to be on guest grumps. lmao. (ngl, its something I’ve thought about asking him…)

 Dan is simply the purest human on the planet. No joke.

sadly Arin was not available because apparently Suzy was not feeling very well by the end of the show. I hope she’s doing well now. qq But I did get a chance to tell Arin at the special pre-show Q&A how much he means to me as an artist and role model. I don’t remember ANYTHING i said because I was so fucking nervous speaking in front of the crowd, lol. Oh well. Vernon was also really fucking nice to me too, he loved my cosplay and actually asked me if it was okay to point me out to them and put me on the spot, lol. It was really sweet of him. 

Right before the show started, I had people taking photos with me for a solid 20 minutes. lmao. I was one of only three cosplayers at the whole show. (at least i wasnt alone.. lol)

(yes, that’s me. and yes, i fully realize my egosonic cosplay may create a certain level of cringe in some people. lmao. do i care? not really. the grumps loved it and arin seemed pretty impressed by it LOL and i had fun so that’s all that matters to me)

TG:Re Chapter 123 Raw Text Spoilers (Part 1)

Mutsuki enters :re, smiling smugly at Kaneki. 

Mutsuki: It stinks like Ghouls in her. Right now are Ghouls the most important thing to you?

Kaneki: I can’t do that.

Mutsuki and Touka make eye contact. Mutsuki takes out a knife and slashes Kaneki’s left cheek.

Kaneki: Mutsuki-ku….

Mutsuki: Sensei, you’re acting weird. Please come back to us. I will remove every obstacle in your way.

[Chateau] 

Urie enters Mutsuki’s room and sees that there are countless photos stabbed to the wall with knives.

[:Re]

Shinsanpei Aura also appears and deals a blow to Kaneki.

Aura: Stand up! I’m gonna do the same to you that you did to my Aunt!

Mutsuki attacks Touka.

Mutsuki: Neko nekonekonekoneko

Neko nekoo neko nekoneko

Nekoneko neko

Nyako nekonekoneko

Ne nekonekoneko. [TN: Neko means “cat”]

Touka manages to stab Mutsuki in the stomach.

Mutsuki: Kirishima Touka-san…. I (Ore/male) have… I (Watashi/female) have…

Mutsuki takes something out the show Touka. Her face turns pale.

Mutsuki: I have actually come to see you. Kosaka Yoriko is about to get married, you see…

Mutsuki holds up the photo of Touka and Yoriko, as well as a severed hand with an engagement ring on it.

Narration: Show me that expression more! Next time, entering a place you can’t help but go…!?

Can I Take Your Picture? (Draco x Reader)

Originally posted by nellaey

Request:  A Draco x reader where the reader is training to become a photographer and likes to take photos of Draco and he protests but she keeps doing it cuz he’s beautiful (cough sexy af cough) and Draco secretly loves all her photos?  - Anon

I hope you like it!


You were an aspiring photographer with a love for nearly everything around you.  Anything from a little flower that had sprouted between the cracks of a sidewalk, to a simple cup of steaming tea resting on the counter top, you would whip out your camera and snap photos from at least three different angles.

You were never really one for photographing people, that is, until one morning you realized just how photogenic your boyfriend, Draco, was.

He was sitting in an armchair by the window, dressed in his usual black attire, legs crossed, delicately holding a cup of tea, bleach-blond hair fluffy and beautiful, and head turned to look out the window with the soft pink-orange rays of the rising sun pouring through.

Before you could speak, you snatched your camera from the table where you had set it and began taking photos.  However, after the first audible ‘snap’, Draco whirled around, nearly dropping his tea.  You set your camera down.

“Were you taking pictures of me?”  Draco said, not sounding too pleased.

You grinned.  “Yeees.  Is there a problem?”

Draco knit his eyebrows.  “I’m not very fond of having my picture taken,” he replied, setting his tea down on the chairside table next to him.

“But Dracooo!” you whined and moved across the room to where he sat.  You plopped down on his lap and lay your head on his chest, tilting your head up to look at him.  Draco instinctively wrapped his arms around you.  “You know I’m taking pictures of you because of how handsome you are, right?  And bloody hell you looked hot looking out that window.”

Draco smirked.  “Did I, now?”

You swear you could see the faintest of red on his pale skin beneath that ego.  “Yes!  So am I allowed to take your picture?” you asked hopefully.

Draco thought for a moment.  “No.  Sorry, love.”

You made a puppy-pleading face.  “If you truly love me you would let me.”

He shook his head.  “Love isn’t defined in photographs.  You know I love you more than anything in this world.  Universe, I should say.”

You rolled your eyes.  “Fine.”  You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Good.  Now I ought to finish those reports for the Ministry,” Draco said and lifted you up with him, before setting you back on the ground and placing a quick yet loving kiss on your lips before heading out the door.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, you smiled.  There was no way you were going to let such a beautiful specimen (I’m creepy af) go to waste.  You picked up your camera and looked at the photo you managed to get of Draco before he noticed you were taking pictures.  It was perfect.

**Time Skip**

The next morning, even more photos of Draco were piling up on your camera.  You managed to get photos of:  Draco pouring a cup of tea, reading a book, Draco drinking said tea as he was reading said book, Draco putting the book back on the shelf, Draco putting the teacup in the sink, even more photos of Draco putting that same teacup in the sink… So basically just a bunch of photos from the same five minutes of the next morning.  How exciting.  Pretty quickly Draco caught you and you playfully ran away.

Two days later, you hadn’t taken any more photos.  You didn’t want Draco to be mad at you.  You were out with an old friend from Hogwarts exploring London.  Not thinking, you didn’t take your camera with you, leaving it in the hands of Draco.  He picked up your camera, and by using the knowledge he had gained watching you work the thing, he managed to navigate to the photo library.  He scrolled through all the photos.

He carefully observed each photo, noticing how you always got the lighting just right and the angle spot-on.  You took everything into consideration.  Noting that a little less than half the photos were of him, he finally realized just how much those photos meant to you.  He secretly adored the fact that you had taken a liking to taking photos of him.  There was no way he was going to tell you to stop from now on.

When you got back and walked through the door, you were suddenly greeted by Draco sweeping you into his arms in a tight hug.  “I’m glad you’re back, love.”

You laughed.  “Well who’s so happy to see me?”

Draco kissed your head and released you from his tight grip.  “While you were gone… I went through your camera.”

Your face dropped.  “Oh–uh–I’m sorry… I’ll delete them if you want–”

“No!” Draco interrupted.  “I realized just how much you love taking photos and how much I actually love you taking photos of me.  I’m sorry if I was rude to you at first.”

Your face lifted back into a smile.  “Really?”

He nodded.“Indeed.”

“Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

“Now don’t get too excited,” Draco said smiling.  “There will be limits.”  

You knew exactly what he meant by that.

“In the mean time…” Draco leaned in to place his lips on yours in a loving kiss.  Your hands tangled into his hair while his came down to your waist.  

When you pulled apart a minute later, you wrapped your arms around Draco’s torso and looked up into his bright blue eyes.  “Sooo can we go to the city tomorrow and take some photos?”

Draco rolled his eyes and laughed.  “As you wish.”


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Okay so, almost three months ago my bestfriend and I went to Oslo and met Henrik. We actually spent some time with him but I’m not gonna post or write anything about that because it’s just something that means too much to me/us and I wanna keep it to myself :) 
Anyway. We asked him to write down on a piece of paper ‘alt er love’ because we wanted to get it tattoed in his handwriting. “Are you sure? You haven’t seen my calligraphy, it’s shitty” he told us with a smile but then he happily agreed to do it. He was in total concentration the whole time! When we told him that there was someone waiting for him he whispered  “They’re just gonna have to walk by right now” :) 

“I have to make it pretty!”

And he did. 

We got the tattoo last week and posted the photo on IG.
Last night this happened:

and I still can’t believe it. I’ve tried to put into words what I’m feeling but sometimes it’s just not possible, you know?
All of this may seem silly to some people, but it actually means the world to me. :)