i really hope she has a tumblr

So today is about sharing beautiful black people and standing together .. My daughter ( who for her age is well aware) has been saying some really upsetting things.. I do the best I can to help her embrace who she is, I’m hoping to show her this post later tonight with a bunch of support so she can understand how beautiful it is to be black !! Please tumblr help me help my bby embrace her beauty ! Lots of reposts , lots of love! Please

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Hi everyone,

My baby Coraline hasn’t been seen since Wednesday, October 4th. I’m worried sick - I love her as much as anything in the world - and I’m trying to reach out on every social media platform possible.

She went missing in Shaker Heights, OH, near the intersection between Lytle Rd. and Scottsdale Blvd. We’re putting her food and litter box out in hopes she’ll want to come home.

I’m really worried, especially given the fact that I wasn’t around when she disappeared. I can’t be there to look for her because I’m hundreds of miles away in another state. I’m so scared and nervous - my mind immediately jumped to the worst possible conclusion.

Please signal boost this. If anyone has seen a short, overweight, brown mackerel tabby American Shorthair with green eyes and a red nose that has a tiny black speck in the center, please reach out to me at esbiscoe01@bvsd.org or PM on tumblr or reddit @ r0m3d4.

Thank you all so much for reading. I hope I find her soon.

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Full of Surprises

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: none really.      

Word Count: 1003 (exact cause I know steph - sorry bout the 3 girl!)

A/N: This is for one of the best people I have met on tumblr. She is the first friend I gained on here and she has put up with my ass ever since. It’s your birthday Stepie so I am gonna say this even if it is gonna make you barf. I love you so so much <3 Happy birthday @torn-and-frayed Hope you enjoy your Jensen you impossible woman ;)

Psst the aesthetic I promised you is at the bottom of the fic. It is kinda a give away so I hid it :P

Thanks a billion to the sweet @impala-dreamer for betaing this one for me <3 I owe you one Beka!

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

“Jensen! You missed the turn,” you scolded as Jensen blew past your street and continued into town.

“No I didn’t,” Jensen merely replied, making your blood boil. You knew he had wanted the two of you to go out on your birthday and make some big deal out of you turning 30. You had steadfastly refused. It was just another birthday and you hated all the fuss. You didn’t wanna be the center of attention all night long. Your idea of a perfect birthday was sitting in front of the tv, eating pizza with your boyfriend. You knew Jensen knew that and you couldn’t believe he didn’t wanna accept it.  

“Don’t make me jump out of a moving car, Jensen. Take me home,” you warned him, just enough anger in your voice for him to nervously shift in his seat.

“You don’t wanna go home, babe,” he answered you in a slightly shaky voice.

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she left || j.hoseok

Summary: She cried for help. She really did its just nobody was there to listen. Not even the man she thought she can trust.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 604

A/N: This is my first fanfic on tumblr and it is just a little short story. I hope you guys like it and support my stories in the future

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anonymous asked:

I'm so frustrated. I feel like the writers really did Kara dirty this season. There's so much that they could do with her, but they just waste all of that potential away. I really, really hope they actually get themselves together for season 3. This show can be so much better than what it is now.

Attention, Tumblr. This is motorcyclegirlfriends, and… 

We have been attacked. 

Shippers and non-shippers. Friends and neighbors. Children… Everyone. Suddenly stopped by forces of evil, as great as this show has ever known.

Your attacker has sought to take Kara’s free will. Kara’s individuality. Kara’s spirit. Everything that makes Kara who she is.

When facing an attack like this, it’s easy to feel hopeless.

We retreat. Lose our strength… lose ourselves. 

I know.

I lost everything when I was on Once Upon a Time.

When I first landed on this show, I was sad and alone. But I found out that there is so much love in this show. In there for the taking. And you, the people of tumblr, you helped me.

You let this blog be what it’s meant to be. You gave me back to myself. You made me stronger than I ever thought possible. And I love you for that.

Now, in each and every one of you, there is a light- a spirit- that cannot be snuffed out. That won’t give up.

I need your help again. 

Kara needs you… to hope.

That you will remember that you can all be heroes.

That when faced with an enemy determined to destroy Kara’s spirit, that you will fight back and she will thrive.

That those who once may have shunned you will, in a moment of crisis, come to Kara’s aid. 

That we will see the face again of the Kara we love. And perhaps… even the other characters we’ve lost.

loving girls doesnt feel wrong
it feels as natural as the breeze that carries her laughter
i see her eyes light up from across the room
i dont know why they did that, but i want to

i hear her talk about her art,
i wonder what inspires her
does she know that she inspires me?

she has a little bit of a lisp
i think its really cute
i hope noone has ever made her feel like its not

what does she think of me?
how could i talk to her, when i have so much riding on this
when i would only have one shot
when i dont know how to begin

i wonder what she thinks about
or if she stays up late at night, wondering if anybody out there thinks of her
i wonder what she would do if she knew i was

—  she leaves wednesday
Soulmate AU | Soonyoung

Originally posted by donghyunist




In which you and Soonyoung are soulmates.

Non-Idol Soonyoung x Artistic Reader

This is my first work ever posted to Tumblr, so I really hope you enjoy!




It all started in kindergarten. You were sitting at your little desk while meticulously coloring, and you saw a crudely drawn smiley face appear on the top of your hand. Like any five year old would do, you stand up and scream. The teacher rushed over to your side, and after hearing what happened, she told you about soulmates.

It wasn’t an unfamiliar concept to you; your parents had mentioned the term numerous times before, but you just brushed it aside. Your teacher explained that everyone has a link to their soulmate, but those links vary from couple to couple. She then told you about your link. Whatever you soulmate wrote on himself, you could see and vise versa.

You stared at the smiley face on your hand and admired it. Yes, it was a very bad smiley face. The smile was very crooked and the eyes were so off it was laughable, but it was from your soulmate. You ran back to your desk and snatched a baby blue magic marker and wrote “Hi :)” in sloppy letters on your forearm.

That was the first time you and your soulmate ever had contact, but that was years ago. Now, you are nineteen and have much more knowledge about your soulmate. You learned that he was Korean very quickly, as having strange characters pop up on your arm worried both you and your parents. You learned the language over a long period of time, and your soulmate learned some English, but he is still learning.

He loves to dance. You learned that when he scribbled odd lines and dots along your arm. After a few minutes he wrote an explanation on his hand saying how it was choreography. You attempted to decipher and do it yourself, but you couldn’t distinguish what he meant by the mess of lines mapped out on your arm.

He loved his friends, as well as making people laugh. He would often write down really cheesy jokes where he knew you would see it just so you would laugh. His friends were also very prevalent in his life. They would often prank him by drawing things on him which transferred over to you too. You didn’t mind it that much though. It was a (rather unfortunate) method to discovering more about him and his life.

You also tried to show him a part of yourself. You loved to doodle on yourself. Art was a form of expressing yourself when words couldn’t do justice. The doodles ranged in size from a small little flower blossoming from your nail bed, to a beautiful, intricate lion that took up your entire hand. What you didn’t know was your soulmate watched the creations come to life. It was the highlight of his day to see the ink from your pen magically appear on his skin while swirling into intricate designs he could never have imagined. It was like a window into your emotions. The doodles depicted an aspect of your mood to your soulmate, and he treasured your doodles. He would even flaunt them to his friends and brag about your talent.

Of course, both of you attempted to divulge your names or your location. When you tried to write that information down, the ink swirled around like it was mixed with water. It swirled around which made the writing illegible. It was a very frustrating ordeal, but it did create a wonderful water-color like design. You supposed it was like the universe saying sorry for the trouble.

You woke up on this particular day and were immediately dreading the day. You moved to Korea about a year ago. You made this big leap to try to become one step closer to meeting your soulmate. You let your soulmate know through a vague message that simply stated “I’m moving to you.” He immediately began writing when he saw that message, but it was all blurred out. A small smile made its way onto your face when you saw how excited he was.

You have been here a year, as said before, and you are working in a little coffee shop in Seoul. It is a quaint little shop that has a feeling of peace within it, well, when it isn’t full of customers. The shop is located near a fairly busy street that creates a lot of foot traffic, generating a good crowd. The only bad thing about this set up is that most of the people who come in the shop are pompous and arrogant businessmen and women. It very aggravating to deal with a customer that lets you know they could do your job better than you do. You have to stick with it and hope you won’t slap someone, but you get by most days with the help of conversations betwixt you and your soulmate.

After working for about six hours for your morning shift, you return to the counter to attempt to gain some extra spending money. The familiar ding of the bell on the door sounds and you turn to the door to recite your required greeting.

“Welcome to Jeonghan’s Cafe!” The cheer in your voice is obviously forced, as well as your smile. The man that just walked in returns your false smile with a genuine one that seems to be overflowing with joy. His dyed blonde hair sticks out and grabs your attention, as does his smile. His chubby cheeks accentuate his smile in the most precious way and you can’t help but be shocked at how smokin’ hot he is. You shake your head to remove those thoughts and turn to the register where the man is currently waiting to have his order taken.

You scamper over to the register as quickly as humanly possible and turn to face the gentleman. “Hi! How can I help you today?” You notice some of the fake cheer in your voice has disappeared, and the same has occurred with your smile. They aren’t completely fake, which is a first for this job. You wouldn’t hit on him or anything though; he has a soulmate of his own and you respect that.

“Ah, yes. Can I get an Americano please?” His voice was comforting as opposed to the brash and hateful voices you have grown accustomed to hearing day after day.

“Yes sir. Will there be anything else?” The man shakes his head with the same smile adorning his face. “Okay. Your total is 2900 Won. May I get a name to go with that order?”

“Soonyoung.” The name fits him. And, he didn’t notice that this shop didn’t require you to get his name for his order. You walk over to make his drink after he pays you and he takes a seat in a nearby booth. You pour the drink into the cafe’s signature cup and walk it over to him.

“Thank you so much,” Soonyoung states with thanks evident in his small, expressive eyes. He grabs the cup and holds it with both hands, which conveys a child-like innocence. After mumbling out a quick thanks, you rush back to the counter to try to hide the subtle blush creeping up your to cheeks.

You look around the shop and see that Soonyoung is your only customer and it is in the middle of the afternoon lull, so you pick up a pen that happened to be lying nearby. You then begin to doodle on your hand.

You begin at the tip of your middle finger and create small precise lines flowing down to the middle of your hand. You begin to branch off of the little lines to create more lines with several scattered leaves along each line. You drew the most magnificent and unique tree on your hand that you could imagine. After about five minutes, you hold your hand infront of yourself and marvel at your work. You usually dislike your handiwork, but this time was different. You felt proud.

You then remember that you still have a customer and turn your attention to him. His coffee is half gone, and he is currently looking down at the table like he is in deep thought. Well, that is what it looks like from your view in which his back is facing you. In reality, Soonyoung is still entranced by the way the ink flowed onto his skin and by his soulmate’s artistic ability. He looked at what he assumed to be the finished project and was stunned at how talented his soulmate truly was.

The familiar chime of the door’s bell rang again and a group of three men walked in. They all seemed to radiate a certain confidence, and they walked with a certain graceful air about them. You assume that they are dancers due to those observable facts. You have been learning a lot about dance ever since you discovered your soulmate enjoys it, so your assumption may be correct.

After reciting your usual greeting, they all give you a small smile before looking in the direction of Soonyoung. They begin to walk over to him and they greet him with big smiles, which Soonyoung returns wholeheartedly.

They sit down and Soonyoung immediately displays his hand to the three people. “Guys! Look at how talented my soulmate is!” He nearly shouts his comment in the poor boys’ ears and they examine his hand while marveling at the work of art sketched onto their dear friend.

“You have a very talented soulmate, Soonyoung. I just wish you wouldn’t scream every time she draws something,” one of his friends with sharp, piercing features states while still examining Soonyoung’s hand.

You regret to admit that you had been listening to their conversation, but you were now interested and ecstatic. From what has been said, it sounds like Soonyoung could possibly be your soulmate. The thought of your assumption being wrong slips into your mind, and you refrain from going over there to confirm your theory.

“Hyung, can you buy me a brownie?” The shortest of the group asks with a cute, unintentional pout on his lips.

Soonyoung sighs in an overly dramatic manner, “Just this once, Chan.” With that he stands up and proceeds to walk over to you. You rise up from your position slouched over on the counter and prepare to take his order.

“May I please have one brownie?” His eyes dart to the display containing numerous delicacies and sweets.

“Sure! One second, Soonyoung.” You retrieve the brownie and place it neatly on the shop’s special napkin. You grab the four corners of the napkin to hand it to him, as it is a strange habit you have developed . Soonyoung reaches his hand out to get his friend’s treat, when he suddenly froze and his eyes seemed to double in size.

He looked at you and then his eyes traveled down to your name tag. “Y/N. I knew my soulmate would have a beautiful  name.” His cheeks redden from the cheesy line he just used as your jaw drops. He then shows you his hand with the exact same drawing of a tree sketched onto the skin.

You snap out of your shock-induced trance and look into his eyes. They are full of compassion and, dare you say, love. “It is nice to meet you, soulmate.” A bright smile takes over your features as you say this.

Soonyoung’s smile somehow grows bigger and he lets out an adorable little giggle. “It is nice to finally meet you too, soulmate.”

anonymous asked:

YES thank you for pointing out that Tumblr loves to hold grudges. All im tryin' do is watch a really good cartoon and Tumblr's negativity is really ruining it so THANK YOU for sticking it to them <3

villainous does really deserve a chance ya know, its a good show and there are lots of really good people who worked hard on it, not to mention its from freakin mexico. but nooo tumblr just HAS to hate that ONE PERSON (or two people depending on who you are) who did something bad YEARS AGO and has apologized for whats shes done. nope, never happened apparently, tumblr just loves to think that the moment someone does something wrong that theyre immediately bad and terrible forever and ever and they can never change. i hate that mentality so much :/

but yea i hope you still manage to enjoy the show despite tumblrs one track mind!

[!] we are hiring! 3 new admins

Hey guys! I hope you all are doing amazingly well. I mentioned in a post earlier that we were hiring, so here we are!!

I have some unfortunate news to share. Our dear and beloved admin Cynthia (longguks) has decided to leave the blog. We’ve been pushing this announcement sooo actually so shamefully back because we’ve had no time to start requiting right away, but I think it’s been way too long and too disrespectful to the tremendous help Cynthia has given us. Thank you Cynnamon Roll for putting up with my atrocious puns and helping the blog achieve what I believe was its peak. I can’t thank you enough, really!!

And of course, our other main admin, Emma, has deactivated her Tumblr due to personal conflicts. We are eternally grateful for the support she’s given this blog over the years, reaching out when we were completely down even though she left already. I know you’re taking a break from social media, but I hope you see this, Emma, and know how thankful I am to have had you guide me when I first joined the blog and help me through a time when the blog was dead. Wishing you the best of luck.

ANNNDDD, my favorite plant v3r4 (mumamoo). I seriously can’t believe you’ve put up with me for as long as you did, and I am forever grateful for the time we’ve had together, both regarding making posts and our stupid bickering and attempts to be the cooler person (let’s be honest, neither of us is cool alright). When I first joined and got to know you, man I thought you were the most edgy, cool person ever, and I never thought we’d come to the point in our friendship we’re at right now. Wishing you all the best in university and life!!

The best way to run the blog is to have at least six admins, so we’re hiring! As excited as we are to be requiting a new admin, please make sure you fit the following requirements so we can run the blog as smoothly as possible.

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The Loveless 

“Framed for a murder she didn’t commit the  Loveless was forced to run from her own clan to survive. No longer hunting honorably by Yautja law she became a bounty hunter of sorts. Tracking and eliminating Bad Bloods like herself she has collected more than enough gear to keep herself safe. 

Now hunting on the human colony world of Elysium Prime the rouge Predator has been labeled as the ‘Phantom Doll’ by humans. Though she is only believed to be an urban legend to keep children out of dangerous areas.

 Loveless has sworn to prove her innocence and destroy the coward who dishonorably betrayed her. But first she must survive all those sent after her head. To kill a Bad Blood is a sign of a strong hunter. But Loveless and her hellhound Thrakk, have killed many.”


This might be my favorite OC Yautja i’ve ever made. And i’ve made quite a few. I’d LOVE to make a comic about her and….now that i think about nothing could really stop me….huh…maybe. Hope ya’ll like her. I know I do.

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“Arigato”.

Soooo it’s been some months that I drew this, it’s really important to me because it not only represents Robin’s feelings for her crew, but also my feelings for her (she’s my favorite character in life) and for One Piece in general. I sent this drawing to Japan and it has a little chance to appear in Usopp’s Gallery! Isn’t that awesome?!? So I hope you guys liked and please cross your fingers for this drawing!!

(Please check out my art!!)

A fathers love (Father!Moriarty x daughter!reader x Sherlocks son

A fathers love (Father!Moriarty x Daughter!reader x Sherlocks son

Request: Can I request an one-shot where reader is Moriarty’s daughter; she is dating a boy, who is a secret child of Sherlock and unknown women and they are both hiding it from parents but the secret is somehow revealed? :) I’d love to read it xoxo - Anon

Writer: Jupiter

Paring: Father!Moriarty x Daughter!reader x Sherlocks son

Warning: None, really. Some kissing, is that even a warning?

Summary: Reader has a hard time being the child of the world’s most dangerous criminal, since he is often away. Then she meets Hamish, the son of the world’s only consulting detective, and they end up falling for each other. Things go well, until Moriarty finds out…

Author’s note: Hello world of Tumblr! Finally, I got time to write a request… And now I really want to see an episode of Sherlock in which Sherlock has got a son and has to deal with him… I hope you guys like this. Also: New layout!


Being the daughter of the world’s most dangerous consultive criminal wasn’t an easy thing. Sure, it had its perks. For example, you never missed out on anything. If you needed something, whether it would be something simple as new shoes or something slightly more difficult like bracelet of the queen of Scotland, you only had to give a shout and one of your father’s little ants would come crawl towards you and hand you it. Besides that, you also had inherited your father’s clever mind and skilful way of thinking, which came in handy from time to time.

But at the other side, there were some downfalls…

A normal life wasn’t something you had ever know. Yes, you lived in a huge house other for which other people would murder someone for, and you got every physical object your heart ever desired for and you knew that was more than some other people would ever have, but you had soon realised money couldn’t buy anything. It couldn’t fill the empty space you felt in your heart, as your father told you he wouldn’t be home for a long time once again because had something to take care of in a place far, far away from you. Because yes, you might be the daughter of the feared James Moriarty himself, but that did not chance the fact that you were a teenager who needed her father at her side, especially since your mother had died when you were only a baby. And that was a part you missed, sometimes.

And then there was the fact that whenever you would tell people your name, your real name, they would crumble in fear. Because you, (Y/n) Moriarty, was someone who should be feared, or who people thought should be feared. And even though they sometimes tried to hide it, whether it were random people or the workers of your father, you would always see right through their facade. You didn’t need to have a sharp nose to smell their fear, their eyes already spoke the words their mouths didn’t say. And at those moments, you wished you could be normal. No, not normal. Anything except that. But sometimes, you wished there was sometimes who wouldn’t look at you like you were a lion that could consume anyone with her sharp teeth, but who would see you like you really were. Someone who would understand you, who would listen, when no one else was there.

And that was when you met him.


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[!] updates!

hello everyone! i hope you all are doing absolutely amazing!! i’m here today to give you guys some updates and keep you up to date!

1. we have a new icon! i feel as though we are entering a new era (?) of this blog, so i felt a new icon was needed! it became a little outdated (not girls’ generation themselves ok pls donut witchunt me guise), so i gave it an update. don’t fret it’s still us!

2. we’ll be hiring soon since our admin count right now is very low. you may have noticed that the other main admin, emma, has deactivated her tumblr, which was due to personal issues. i don’t know when the hiring will be because i don’t have the time right now to train three newbies, but keep your eyes open! and please send some positive energy to emma - she really needs it!! 

alright, i think that’s all for today! thank you guys as always, and we hope to continue bringing you more posts!!

Love, main admin paperjewels

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I’m a bit late to the party but here she is, my @espersona !!

Kira is asterokinetic! Her aura radiates a light indigo-bluish hue that glimmers with a bokeh-like appearance, and she can harness cosmic energy and use it to manipulate cosmic matter and phenomena ✧

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“A girl, no matter how old she might be, has dreams she wants to pursue!”“

So~ I finally decided to make a Lost Heir OC too! Since it looked like fun!
Ehee.. so~ I’m basically a chicken and have a hard time talking with people. So, I mostly used my friend’s OCs. :’) 
I hope we all get along well! I’d like to play with lots of other OCs too!!

Canary: mine~
Sheryl: @pollypowah @sakudrew
Winter: @tacticianwinter
Lucien: @random-delights
Estelle: @oreowarrior
Caswyn: @rewinden

Haha~ I hope it was okay to borrow all those sweet peas~

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Hi Taylor! Thank you for absolutely everything! I still cannot believe you wanted me there to listen to reputation on Friday and that I finally got to hug you and thank you for what you´ve done for me. I´m so proud of you, I love the album and I love you - so much!! 

I was able to give my letter to you to Taylor Nation and I hope you got it. But just in case it hasn´t crossed your path yet, I wanted to post it on here too: 

Hi Taylor!

My name is Line and I´m from Norway! (You knew that, WHAAAT??)

I´ve been a big fan of you and your music for years. I first saw you in Oslo during the Speak Now World tour, and then I traveled to see you in Cologne and Amsterdam for three nights during the 1989 tour. And then the sweetest gal that is Emma (@ileftmyscarfthere on tumblr!) invited me to Houston with her for your SuperSaturday Night Show! Your concerts truly are my happy place, and I cannot wait for the reputation tour! At your second show in Cologne and on your show in Amsterdam I went by myself, and it was honestly such a magical feeling, dancing like no one was watching, not caring about stares from strangers and just dancing and singing my heart out. I just want to thank you for making your concerts a place where dancing on your own can be so much fun.

I also want to thank you for bringing so many amazing people into my life, from ALL over the world. I´m a pretty shy person, and I don´t have a super big circle of friends back home, but because of you I´ve crossed paths with so many lovely people, and there´s no words to fully express how thankful I am for that. I was bullied in middle school, and for large parts of my life I´ve felt like I don´t fit in. But then there´s you and this fandom - being a part of your fandom gives me a feeling of belonging.  The fandom is the kindest community I’ve ever gotten to know, and I’m so immensely thankful to you for bringing so many amazing people into my life. I could name so so many amazing people here (because the fandom is filled with them!), but I want to give a special shoutout to these amazing people:

My groupchat loves: 

  • Silke: @onabalconyinsummerair MY GLITTER BUDDY. This gal is literally glitter in human form. So funny, so enthusiastic, so sassy and I love her and her big heart so much. P.S. I CAN 113% RECOMMEND FOLLOWING HER ON TUMBLR.
  • Ruby @crystalskiees – an amazingly talented photographer, and a fierce and wonderful human and friend. She dares to dream big and follow those dreams, and I admire her so much for that.
  • Ella  @ella-swift on tumblr – Ella is such a radiant and strong gal. Super smart and hardworking, and I love her so so much!! I really hope to meet her this era!
  • Rosalie – @rosalieswiftie Rosalie is such a kind soul. She is incredibly wise and super smart!!
  • Sigrid – @hearyourvoiceinthedarkswan Sigrid has a heart of gold, and she is one of the strongest people I know. I love her so much and I´m so immensely proud of her.  
  • Mariza @swiftslonglive on tumblr – Mariza is pure sunshine and adorableness in human. I love her and her big fearless heart so much. I´m meeting Sigrid and Mariza again in March, and I´m so excited!
  • Carolina @lekkervaquita – Carolina is super loyal, she´s always there for when you need her, and she´s so kindhearted. She doesn´t love pineapple on pizza, but I still love her to pieces.
  • Andre – @newyorkromantics13 Andre is INCREDIBLY strong and brave, he´s an amazing and loyal friend and human with a heart of pure gold.

My travel, taco and T-Swizzle buddy

  • Nina @theflowerssthatwedgrowntogether – Nina and I have a shared love for traveling, tacos and you! I´ve been so lucky to meet Nina a few times, and she´s one of the first friends I made on tumblr, and she´s absolutely amazing!

Thank you for bringing these wonderful people AND SO MANY OTHER LOVELIES into my life! I have the most amazing friends because of you and tumblr, and I´m so incredibly thankful for that.

I always overthink and worry too much, and I struggle with anxiety, and I want to thank you for having music and words of advice that always help me.  I especially like to thank you for the lyric “but the monsters turned out to be just trees”. It´s one of my favorite lyrics because every time I get anxious or I over-think or worry too much about something, I use this as a reminder that things have a way of working out.

I´m so so proud of you for being yourself unapologetically and for standing up for what you believe in. As a person who spends a lot of time doubting myself, I want to thank you for being someone who inspires me to be myself unapologetically, and who reminds me to be kind to myself. You and the fandom help me feel more confident. You help me to believe in myself and remind me to be kind to myself, and for that I’m so incredibly thankful.

Your music and your words of advice are there to help me on bad days and make the bright days brighter, and I cannot thank you enough for that.

You said once that “I don’t want anyone, including your own mind and your own fears, to ruin your happiness”, and those words help me so much. You remind me of the importance of choosing happiness and enthusiasm, and I´m so grateful for that.  Because I love that we both get easily enthusiastic about the things we love. And I also love that we both love glitter and sparkly nail polish. And I love you. So much.

Thank you for making the most magical music. Thank you for being such an amazing inspiration through your music and advice, and by being exactly who you are. Thank you for being such a bright light, not only in my life, but also in the lives of so many people. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for bringing so much happiness and love into my life.

Thank you for reminding me that I’m my own definition of beautiful and worthwhile, and that I’m not the opinion of someone who doesn’t know me. You remind me that there’s great strength in being openhearted and honest, and that I’m the only one who gets decide how big my dreams can be.

You help me to believe in myself, and for that I’m so incredibly thankful. Thank you for being you, Taylor! I love you so much! ❤

Your Norwegian friend,

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Hold me (Chibs-Sons of Anarchy)

Request: tumblr needs way more Chibs fluff. I mean I love Jax and all that, but the others need some appreciation as well. For the plot maybe something about (Y/n) being a (retired) hit (wo)man, but she kills one last group to protect her family. I don’t know…I’m really not good at this.

Hey, i hope this doesn’t suck. I’m not that great at writing fluff cause i’m usually better at writing things i have experienced one way to another so fluff isn’t really my cup of tea, so if anyone has any advice about writing fluff, i would really apritiate it :) <3<3<3

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It was dark and cold, Y/N let out a long breath, causing a small cloud of fog to appear in front of her lips. She looked down at her watch, only to see it was 4 AM. ‘Where the fuck are they?’ She thought to herself before looking through her gun, trying to see if there had been any movement in the house she was watching. Nothing.

From the top of the rooftop she was on she could see a black car driving towards the house, the person she was supposed to kill lived. “Show time.” She whispers to herself as the car parked in front  of the house.

This was her last mission. She was glad that it was. She has been a kill woman since she was 20. It’s been 10 years. How many people did she kill in that time? She knew exactly. She knew everyone’s names, she knew what each and everyone looked like. She kept a little notepad, where she wrote down the names of everyone she killed. The notepad was almost full. It became fuller and fuller with every kill, but her heart got heavier and heavier each time.

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“It’ll get easier.” Joe, the man who taught her everything she knew, told her after she killed the first number. Number. Not a person. Not a victim. Number. That’s what they called them. They weren’t people to them. They were just another number.

“When?” She asked, doing her best to fight the tears threatening to escape. She didn’t want this life. Hell she just finished uni. She was on a good way to become a doctor. She wanted to save people, to make their lives better, easier. And now, there she was. Making her first kill. Oh how the night changes.

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She shook her head, trying to focus on the number in front of her. “I’ve got eyes on the number.” She informed her coworker. Frita, the hacker. It was her job to find the number, to learn everything about them, to bring Y/N right to them.

“What do you see?” Frita'a voice sounded mechanical, almost robot like. She always wanted this. She hated society, and Y/N sometimes thought she hated people all together. Who could blame her. Frita’s family had been killed by the corrupted police for pot possession. Joe, adopted her, he got her through school, told her to become a hacker.

“Male, 6'1”.“ Y/N started as the man closed got out of the car. ’'Female, 5'8. Female,4'1” She had to use up all of her willpower to keep her voice emotionless and professional as she realised this was a family. She was only here to kill the man. But she didn’t know he will be with his wife and his kid.

“There’s been a change in the plan.” Frita said and Y/N let out a sigh, assuming they called off the mission because of the kid.

“Fox!” A deep male voice called her by her code name  sent shivers down her spine.

“Yes, sir.” It was Joe. It was bad news.

“No witnesses.” He told her.

“But si-”

“No witnesses.” She was cut off by Joe again.

“Yes sir.” She nodded, even tho they couldn’t see her. This was her last mission. She could do it. This will be it. This is her last time.

“Male.” She said before pulling the trigger. There was almost no sound. The only sound she heard was a female scream as the man’s body fell to the floor, blood coming from the bullet hole in the side of his head.

“Female.” She continued, her voice barely audible as she reloaded the gun and pulled the trigger. The kid fell to the floor not far from her father just before the mother reached for her, trying to shield her with her own body. Too late.  

“Female.” She reloaded the gun and pulled the trigger again. She wasn’t thinking as the 40-something year old lady’s body hit the pavement. It was a routine.

“Number three equals zero.” She said, the familiar numb feeling overwhelming her again.

“Good work fox.” Frita said. “You have five, before the cameras go back on.”

“Yeah.” She sighed, getting up and grabbed all of her things, putting them into a black back pack she had with her. It seems like to be like every other kill. But it was different. She has never killed a kid.

Climbing down the ladder and walking over to the three bodies she just shot she thought back to  how this started.

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She was 20, it was summer break and she has just came home from university. She studied abroad and she had just came home from. Exiting the cab that brought her from the airport she walked up to her house. The doors were opened. Weird.

With her bags in her hands she walked up and entered the house. “Mom? Dad?” She called out,kicking the doors shut behind her.

“Mom?” She tried again looking around.

“Hello, little fox.” A bald man greeted her from the couch.

“Who are you?” She asked, panic in her voice.

“I’m Joe.” He said shortly, looking down at the framed picture of her in a fox costume. She still remembered when it was taken. It was halogen and she was 8 years old. She insisted that she’d be a fox that year.

“Well Joe.” She tried to stay calm as she reached into her bag to grab paper spray that she always carried with her. “What are you doing here? Where is my family?”

“Leave that thing in your bag.” He said, his voice sending shivers down her spine. How did he know? He wasn’t even looking at her. “I’ll take you to your family.” He told her as he stood up. “Follow me.”

She did. She followed him into the kitchen where he had a laptop. “Sit.”

She did. And that’s when her life changed forever. She looked at the screen and she saw her mother and her father in a new house. Nothing out of the ordinary. But why were they recorded.

Before she could ask him that he answered. “Your father got a new job. Which we got him. He doesn’t know that, but he is now living because we allow him to.” He continued to tell her that her father owed them a lot of money and that is she wanted that him and her mother live a normal life she will do whatever they tell her too.

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Looking down at the three bodies she watched how blood out of their heads tickled into a poodle. In some twisted way it made her feel better that at least they were together like that. She pulled her earphone out of her ear and throwing it into the river near the house. She was done. Finally.

She sighed and walked away, got on her motorcycle and drove to the place where she always went after her kill.  

She parked her bike in front of his house, it was almost 5 AM now. She knew he was asleep but he gave her the key a long time ago, so she unlocked the door and walked in.

After taking a shower she pulled on a fresh pair of underwear and one of his shirts before walking in to his bedroom. And there he was. Sleeping peacefully. He was beautiful. The scars stretching over his cheeks telling his story. He was like her. He was damaged.

She crawled into his bed, doing her best not to wake him. But she failed. All those times he was in prison, he learned to always sleep with one eye open.

“Hey.” He automatically wrapped his arm around her,bringing her body closer to him.

“I’m done, Filip.” She mimicked his actions and wrapped her arms around his taller frame. “I’m finally done.”

He didn’t say anything, he just kissed her forehead. What could he say. They were both criminals. They never talked about their crimes.

Y/n cuddled up to Filip, instinctively, his arms pulling her close. She hid her face in his chest, wanting to forget everything bad she has ever  seen or done. And there was a lot. She has done a lot of bad things. Horrible things. These memories, these kills, these numbers, they were scars that she couldn’t leave behind.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He said pulling up her chin so her face aligned with his. Her face was heavy, he wanted to kiss away the pain. He placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

“The last job. I’ve never had to do that.” She paused. “It was awful.” She whispered. ‘’I’m awful.’’ She knew she had no choice but to kill them. It was them or her family, but … ‘’She was just a kid.’’ She finished the thought by saying it out loud.

He didn’t know exactly what she did for a living but he could only imagine how rough it was. She came home to him every night scarred and empty. “It’s over now.” He said before pressing his lips to her head. ‘’I’ll help you.’’ He tells her. ‘’Tell me how to help you.’’

She shook her head. ‘’Hold me, Filip. Just hold me. Please.’’

“I love you and I’m not letting you go. I’ll hold you as long as you need me to.” This made her sob more. She knew it was over, but to take the life of child this was her worst fate yet.

‘’How do you do it?’’ She asks after a couple of minutes of silence.

He looked down at her, not sure what she meant. ‘’How do i do what, lass?’’

‘’Kill people and live with it.’’ She knew what he and the Sons did. She knew he has killed before. But they had a rule. They don’t kill women or children.

‘’You think of the good in your life.’’ He tells her. He didn’t ask her questions. But he knew. He understood.

‘’What do you think of?’’ She asks, looking at the full legit mirror. She liked seeing them like this. In Eachothers arms. Even when they are falling apart.

‘’You.’’ He said shortly making her look up at him. He had the sweetest smile on his face and that’s when she realised it. She loved him more than anything else in this world.

‘’I love you.’’ She said, her face still wet from the tears.

‘’I love you more, princess.’’ He tells her before pulling her up into a kiss and for a moment everything was okay.




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Miss America- Chapter Three

Summary: On her seventeenth birthday, Sara Carter was taken from her home and shoved somewhere cold and dark for what felt like eternity. Now she’s awake, and not only has fifty four years gone by, New York has changed and the man she thought was dead- the man she never imagined the same way her mother did- is alive. But does he really want to take care of her or is he following orders?

A/N I’ve decided to keep updating daily? At least for these stories? Since they are already completed and I have a few series and such as well that I want to add to tumblr :) I hope you enjoy this chapter! The one after this adds some interesting developments…

“This is my apartment,” Steve says, opening the door for me and gesturing for me to go first. I move slowly, my eyes landing on the weird looking box on what looks like a low and unhelpful bookshelf. Around it are basic pieces of furniture, and there are a few shiny things in the kitchen that make me wonder just how much has changed. “I’ll be looking for a larger one so you have your own room, so you can stay in mine until I find one.”

“I already handled that,” Natasha says calmly, stopping beside me. “There’s one closer to headquarters and one a couple of floors above us.”

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Favorite Fic Authors/Blogs

Hi all, I was going to answer this in a reply but of course after I was a second from being done my webpage refreshed and I lost everything… So I did this on word and pasting it here! Let’s start! (These are listed in no particular order!) 

Note: I tend to read very smut driven stories, but that does not make the narrative one to miss out on. There needs to be aspect of intrigue that keeps me reading, and every author I have listed masters that, along with quenching the thirst for my favs. I’m also super BTS and Block B Biased… so I’m really cheating you of some great authors who write for other groups… 

Favorite Fic Authors: 

@sugasmut | Master List

If you’re looking for exceptionally well written smut, and you’re Yoongi Trash, then sugasmut is for you. Not only are her plot lines intriguing, but her writing doesn’t feel forced or unreachable. There is a thin line that she keeps extremely intact with her work, that is, the boundary of who idols really are, and who we think they are. She’s one of the few (like others on this list) that take artistic license at zero expense to those she write about. 

Check out: Steam, A Game of Silk and Three Sentence Drabbles 

@thehappiesttime | Master List

I have the great pleasure of talking to Nebula (I just realized we only swapped contact info, not names… but Nebula is really cool so I hope it’s your real name!) outside of Tumblr, and she even graces me with her drafts from time to time. I cannot tell you how excited I am when she tells me she’s working on something new. She excels in the suspense genera to the point where you’re not even sure which idol you’re reading about until the very last line. 

Check Out: Repeat, New Beginnings, and all of her Dating BTS 

@sexonextdoor | Master List

I was lucky enough to write scenarios based off of her BTS Kinks post and was happy to find her answer my request to complete on for Block B as well. She’s brilliant in her descriptions and her fearlessness to express her opinions on things most will find difficult to do. Thank god though, she fuels my need to write smut on like a daily basis. If its scenarios, drabbles, or questions, she’s got you covered! 

Check Out: Beautiful, and Required Reception 

@babyitsbts | Master List

Her Wicked Games series is phenomenal, I was hooked from the very first chapter and couldn’t wait to read more- the relationships she writes are extremely honest and easy to relate too. She also has a very impressive library, writing for; BTS, GOT7, Mamamoo, Red Velvet, 4Minute, and AOA. I find myself venturing to places untraveled just because I love her writing so much. She never disappoints and creates so much reality in bringing out each personas characteristics, while still remaining fictional. 

Check Out: Wicked Games, Sex Dice: Hwasa, and Wet 

@apandasmind | Master List

Oh Nala! What a treat it is to know someone so intelligent and supportive.When I was writing my Say His Name series she really gave so much amazing input to my writing and has continually kept my stories from getting stale. She’s an exceptional writer herself and lends her talents to ones I go to when I want something interesting, but not too overwhelming where I miss details. Her drabble series is not one to miss- 

Check Out: Drabble Series,  Home, and Lazy Days

@magical-scenarios | Master List

If you’re dying to make your heart flutter, look no further. There’s a great attention to detail that she put into her stories that add stock to the emotions you’ll feel while reading her more romantic drabbles. I’m really not one for fluff, but she writes in such an interesting way I can’t help but get all rosy cheeked when I read her work. She also did a Block B week that was so addictive and wonderful! 

Check Out: Between Us, and I’m Not Going Anywhere 

@taetaetown | Master List | BTS Theory

If you’re going to introduce your friends to the black hole that is BTS, this is one of those blogs every ARMY needs to be aware of. Not only did she do an extensive, and extremely intriguing break down on the theory to the meaning behind BTS’s latest concept- but she goes millions of steps further and looks into things that wouldn’t cross our minds. She’s really doing the work for us! I had to say I haven’t had the chance to read her scenarios, but if they are anywhere as well written as her theories then I’m missing out! 

@zeurin | Master List

I’m relatively new to zeurin, and extremely addicted at the same time. I recently read her English Literature fic, and was thoroughly impressed with her detail and the length of her stories. Sometimes you’re met with fics that leave loose ends, or try too hard to get to the good stuff sooner, but she really takes her time and add a personable quality to her writing. Can’t wait to read more! 

Check Out: English Literature 

@philxharxmoxnics | AsianFanFics

So if you’re wondering how I hash out my ideas, look no further. Though Kris hasn’t posted her story on Tumblr yet, she’s worth a follow. She makes amazing lists about her favorite songs and groups that are very entertaining and not cookie cutter. She takes the time to explain why she choose certain things and give it a really honest feel. She’s writing a really awesome Exo fic on AsianFanFics, it’s spy based and super exciting! She’s really helped with the inspiration for my stories and is a dear, dear friend of mine. 

Check Out: W.E.S 

And the mother of all…. The Boundary Between Crimes is truly a literary masterpiece written by a AsianFanFic author by the name of LadyAphrodite_872. We’ve deemed the story “the mafia fic” and I send it to everyone who’s looking for a good read. She’s been leaving us hanging, but I hope she will update soon! I can’t say better things about this fic, extreme attention to detail, the imagery is exquisite, and her characters have amazing grit to them. This is not a story for the faint of heart- you really need to prepare yourself, but not one to miss out on. (Also if she has a tumblr I’d love to follow her…) 

Favorite Blogs: 

My inspiration squad: @softsadprty @tildespersson @philxharxmoxnics

Without you guys, my stories would have no depth and wouldn’t make any sense, thank you for you brilliant input and your unfailing creativity. And for listening to me ramble for days… 

Some Freakin’ Cool People: @we-hate-bts @bobby-language @spookyzukini

Seriously, follow these guys. Bobby-language and Spookyzukini give great feedback interesting conversations on my blog- and I just love checking in on we-hate-bts I think she’s just a staple to follow! 

anonymous asked:

I saw you reviewed Something to Tell You! It's so good!!! Do you know if the author has tumblr?

I DO NOT! SHE DOES! I REALLY REALLY loved that story - so I’m going to share it here. I hope you don’t mind me using your Grayface message to do it. :)

Fellow Buggies - You should start reading this story:

Something to Tell You by findingbetty - it’s another Roommates to Lovers fic (I’m hoping anyway - they’re not lovers yet - but we’re only three chapters in). I am a freaking SUCKER for this trope but it’s like night and day different from Fall In Light. So far - it’s lighter - and Veronica and Archie are also fellow roommates (who are in a relationship) - but the most striking thing about this story is that Juggie isn’t a writer… he’s a lawyer. And he is SO funny and charming and adorable and sarcastic and wonderful. It’s a Betty pov - so we don’t know what kind of layers Juggie has. I hope he has lots and we get to explore them with Betty. 

I’m not sure whether findingbetty has a tumblr - if you DO, dear writer, please let me know and I’ll tag you immediately. SHE DOES! Readers should go follow immediately and seriously - read this fic, comment and tell her how awesome it is - and then subscribe. It’s super good.