i really would do that

Recently I hit 1000 followers and that’s truly amazing. I never thought that I would ever reach this number, let alone 100 followers. The number alone is great, but the best part about all this is that there are people who are actually enjoying the writing that I put on this website. I started this blog in October of 2016, and at that time, I only did it because I’ve always wanted to write my own works. I tried writing on wattpad before, but only now have I found more interest in it. 

To my mutuals: I’m sorry if I don’t talk to you that much. I really do appreciate every single one of you. You inspire me every day to keep writing and whenever I see you guys succeed, I feel happy. A lot of bad things have happened this year, but I will always be here for you. We are a community, a family, and I hope it continues to be that way. 

To my followers: I really do appreciate every single one of you. I know I’ve been really inactive recently, but I’m going to try to change that. I’ve had a tough year thus far, but I’m grateful that you guys still stuck with me. I do read all the comments you post on my fics and I really do wish that more of you would come talk to me so I can get to know you better. Please don’t be afraid to send in a message whether it’s a simple “hi” or if you need someone to talk to. I’m here for you ♡♡ 


I don’t follow many people, but here they are: 

💕- mutuals 

@art–min@babykooks@bangtan@bangtaninspired | @baxngtan 💕 | @berrykookie 💕 | @boymeetsfiction | @breakingdownphysics | @btskimtaehyung@btssmutgalore | @bts-lab | @bts-trans | @bt-yes-network 💕| @byul-baram 💕 | @bwiyomi | @ceiste | @celestialjoon | @chimchams | @crying-whales 💕 | @day6nerds | @dailydoseofdia@day6network | @dearseok@floralseokjin 💕 | @flowerbov | @fuckyeah-kard | @fyeahkard | @fykangdaniel | @fykimtaehyung@godsavemefrombts 💕 | @gujoonim | @hellosarang | @hobibliophile | @hobuing | @hoseoks-kitten  💕 |  @hraeths | @ice-tae 💕 | @idekwhatsgoingonanymore 💕 | @iminterstellar 💕 | @into-the-new-w0rld 💕 | @jeylovestoblog 💕 | @jiminslolli 💕 | @jinswings | @jiwooi | @jjkfire |  @jmins | @justakpopfan4 💕 | @kainks 💕 | @kangnuest | @kmlyrics |  @kookiemonstershope 💕 | @kookie-bby 💕 | @letmesuga | @luciditae 💕 | @mangaetteok | @miisstok@minsbugi | @mirai-miri 💕 | @mochimim 💕 | @namhobs 💕 | @naplikeyoongi@nochutae 💕 |  @noir0neko | @ohnananotmyjiwoo@ohsuga | @pasteljeonggukk | @peachesjoon@pinkforyoongi | @playboyjungkook 💕 | @plumsoda | @scholarrs 💕 | @sugamonstae 💕 | @summertae 💕 | @sweaterpawsjimin | @taechubs | @taecup 💕 | @taeguk | @thedrawingscometolife 💕 | @tiny-taepot | @writtenyoongi 💕 | @xcookiemilkx 💕 | @yoaveragepotaetoe 💕 | @yoongsigh

I really hope I didn’t miss anyone and once again, thank you so much! I would also like to add a special mentions section for the people who I don’t follow, but have consistently given me so much love and support. 

To @elemenoose @im-that-chesire-jax @neouz @blackandwhiteloner, you guys always give me so much support and I’m so grateful for that. Also to my other followers who give me a lot of support, I thank you guys as well. Every like or reblog means a lot and I really do cherish those things :) 


Alejandro’s only at this party, or whatever it is, because Nico dragged him here so he could see ‘that hot volleyball kid'— Felix, or whatever. Alejandro didn’t really care all too much about that. His cousin had barged into his room while he was studying— or at least telling himself that he was trying to study— and demanded that he drive him to some hotel because there were some volleyball teams staying in town for a tournament and one of them was throwing a sort-of party in their room. Nico had offered to pay for the parking, so he’d figured he might as well go. What his younger cousin had failed to mention, however, was that the team hosting is the one that his ex-girlfriend happens to play for.

So he’s genuinely caught off guard when Erin opens the door, and he shoots Nico a dirty look. She looks faintly surprised to see him as well, but smiles at them anyway.

“Oh, hey Nico. I didn’t realize you were bringing Alejandro.” She shoots the individual in question an apologetic glance.

“Yeah…” Nico drawls, looking at Alejandro sheepishly. “I’m gonna go find Felix.” Alejandro rolls his eyes as his cousin pushes through the door and disappears into the hotel room. Goddamn Nico.

“Hey, Erin.” he says finally. 

“Hey,” she replies. He hasn’t seen her in a while, but she hasn’t changed much. Same leaning nonchalance, same vaguely punkish vibe despite the immaculate presentation. Same beautiful smile. “What’s up?”

He shrugs. “Not much. Gonna let me in, or…?”

She laughs, opens the door to let him inside. Music and laughter pour out, and it’s loud enough that Alejandro’s surprised they haven’t had hotel staff come up to yell at them yet. “Shit. Yeah, sorry. We just got the beer, so there should be plenty.”

“Should I have brought money for that?” asks Alejandro.

“Nah, it’s all good,” she says. “I mean, we wouldn’t complain if you did, but whatever. By the way, we’re really not supposed to have guys in here so… if our coach comes hide in the bathroom or something. And try to keep it down in the meantime.”

“Yeah, of course,” he laughs. “Just like everyone else.”

She shrugs, and hands him a beer. “Have fun.”

He manages that, at least, for a little while. But now and then he can’t help but steal furtive glances at her across the room. She seems to be enjoying herself, though, so he doesn’t see the point in trying to talk to her. He’d like to, though. They haven’t, not for a while, which he reckons sort of sucks because they used to be best friends, before they tried the whole dating thing. But he doesn’t want to ruin the mood, so he focuses on whatever Nico’s trying to tell him about Felix instead.

There’s a sudden knock at the door, abrupt, slicing through the too-loud-for-a-hotel-room music.

“Shit,” hisses one of the girls. “Guys. Guys, bathroom, now.”

Everyone stumbles to the bathroom to a chorus of ‘shit’s and ‘fuck you’s and the occasional ‘could you get any louder please?'— which, of course, some of the drunken idiots take as a challenge. By the time the guys are in the bathroom, Alejandro’s sure that everyone on the floor knows exactly what was going on. He’s positive whoever was on the outside of the room did, at least.

“Okay guys.” The girl looks pissed. “You need to try to actually shut the fuck up or we’re seriously fucked, okay? So don’t be fucking stupid.”

On that note, she slams the bathroom door shut. Alejandro has to bite his lip to keep from absolutely pissing himself at the irony. He does a quick sweep of the room and realizes it’s as crowded as it feels. There had to be about ten guys in the seemingly smaller-than-average hotel bathroom— him, Nico, that Felix kid, and a bunch of other guys he didn’t recognize who were probably playing in the tournament.

A giggle. “Honestly, we’re so fucked. Amirite?”

Oh, and Erin. Great. We are fucked, thinks Alejandro. She’s sidling up next to him, closer than he would like in an already way-too-cramped space.

“Fun, huh?”

“Dude,” he whispers, “You’re only two cans and a game or two of beer pong in. How are you already fucked out of your mind?”

“I dunno.”

“You should probably keep it down.” He can hear an indistinct argument carrying on outside their door.

“You can’t tell me what to do, bi—”

“Shut the fuck up, Erin.”

She pouts. “Fine. I need a dart anyway.” She pulls out a cigarette, God knows from where, and dangles it at an oddly alluring angle between her lips as the lighter flickers to life at her fingertips.

As he snatches the cigarette out of her hand before she can light it, his 'are you a fucking idiot?’ is echoed by everyone in the bathroom.

“Nah,” She laughs, pulls out another one, and it’s lit before anyone can react. “I just need a quick smoke.”

It’s at this moment, of course, that the door bursts open to reveal a very, very livid water polo coach. The girls stand sheepishly behind her. No one seems quite sure what to do as she tries to simultaneously stare down every male in the room. She opens her mouth, most likely to unleash some unholy fire of a speech that would, in their drunken state, make them piss themselves but before she can someone has the brilliant idea to scream 'RUN!’ and because everyone is either drunk or high or both they all think it’s a terrific suggestion. Everyone scatters, the coach’s screams chasing them down the hallway.

Alejandro runs after Erin because she’s clearly fucked out of her mind and he probably shouldn’t leave her alone. As he chases her down the stairs, through the lobby and into the street, pristinely white but still busy despite the snow on the ground, he thinks he made the right decision. She doesn’t stop there, though, bolting straight across the street. She doesn’t even notice a taxi nearly smash into her.

“Fuck,” Alejandro swears. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He’s after her as quick as he can, dodging cars as he hurls himself across the street. Thankfully she starts sticking to the sidewalk, but her sense of direction, in this state, is erratic at best and soon Alejandro has no clue where the fuck they are and no clue where the fuck they’re going. It goes like that for a few more minutes— her running this way and that, him stumbling after her while cursing the cold and the snow but also mostly her. Finally— fucking finally— she stops. He bumps into her, grabs her before she nearly tumbles into the snow. Somehow— dumb luck, or maybe just for irony’s sake— they’re somewhere they’ve both been before, together: a small park, an island of green in a suffocating jungle of concrete before but now just another part of the frigid, windswept landscape.

“C'mon. Let’s get back home.” He starts to drag her back the way they came but she’s more interested in trying to whisper something in his ear.

“Fuck, Alejandro. I wanna get lit.”

Jesus Christ, of course you do. He tries to hold her as she slurs some more stupid shit in his ear, but his hands are fucking cold and she’s not even bothering to move her legs so it’s basically like he’s dragging a dead body through the middle of the fucking city in the middle of the fucking night in the middle of the fucking winter. Fuck. I’m done with this shit. He drags her to a bench and pulls out a cigarette. His hands shake from anger or the cold as he tries, unsuccessfully, to light it.

Almost immediately she’s on her feet, eyes wide and pleading. Alejandro sighs and tosses her a dart. He’s impressed— she almost catches it, too, despite her current state.

“Jesus, you’re a fucking mess,” he laughs, as the cigarette rolls off her fingertips. He flicks the lighter, watches the flame dance across the edge of his own cigarette and pirouette its way through the stick and out the other side as whirling smoke, a swirling grey cloud, before wreathing down into his lungs. He stops shaking, just a little.

“Fuck,” she sighs. “I know.” It takes her a minute to find her cigarette, stooped over and lacing her hands desperately through the snow. “Light?”

He considers tossing her the lighter, too, but he doesn’t want to pull out his hands, now thrust deep into his pockets even though it doesn’t really help because he can already barely feel them, only to have to dig through the snow to find it. He reaches across to light her cigarette and as he does the edge of his knuckles graze her cheek ever so slightly. Even at that imperceptible touch there’s a tangible spark, a jolt of something not unlike electricity sliding down his fingertips. He shivers.

They stand facing each other but eyes silently seeking anywhere to look but each other’s faces. But they are where they are and everything— the skyline, the playground, the curve of the path— takes them back to that to those memories. He’s not sure exactly how Erin remembers the way things went, but it couldn’t have been much more pleasant than how he recalls it. It’s impossible to avoid both each other’s gaze and the thought of each other back then, so they hesitantly lock eyes. The present somehow seems easier to deal with than the past.

“Look, I’m sorry about—”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s just, y'know, with Carson— you probably heard about that, right?— and everything else… ”

He hadn’t heard about whatever that was. He hadn’t even heard she and Carson were back together until a couple of weeks ago. “Look. Don’t worry about it okay?”

“God, I really am sorry,” she sighs. The cold and the cigarette seems to have sobered her up a little. “I hate how I’m always making you mad when I see you.”

“I’m not mad,” he insists.

At this, she rolls her eyes. Because he is, and she can tell because they have this conversation every time they see each other. “Of course not.”

“I’m just… you don’t have to be such a fucking idiot, okay? I mean, look where we are.” He wildly waves his arms to point out the fact that they were fucking outside in the middle of the fucking night in the middle of the fucking winter God knows how far from where they were fucking supposed to be. “Like, where the fuck are we? I don’t fucking know.” Except he does know, really. He’d recognized it the moment they’d stopped running.

“Yeah, sorry.” She inhales, her cigarette already nearly finished. She was always a faster smoker than him, and tonight is no exception. Maybe she was on to something. Going fast didn’t let you stop and enjoy the sensation but it saved you from thinking about how bad this shit really was for you. Maybe that’s why he always got so angry at her, too. She never stopped for anything but he was always trying to enjoy it, make everything last and in some ways that dissonance was why they didn’t get along anymore.

He’s tired of this conversation, though, and tired of having to have it every time one of them gets drunk at a party. Or, in other words, every time they see each other these days. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t get so mad. Next time I'll—”

“No. It is my fault. Everything, not just this.”

“Not really.” But he’s shaking again, has to bite back his initial response— no fucking shit thanks for acknowledging it so fucking soon you fucking bitch— because he’s not trying to start a fight. Not here, not now. It’s too cold for this shit. Besides, it’s just another knee jerk reaction, one of the impulsive outbursts he always seems to have when she’s around these days. He’s not ever as mad as he thinks he is because it’s only ever about little things, things that never used to bother him before, things like the fact that she has to ask him for a dart right now even though she’s got a pack of her own, things like she can’t bother lighting herself up, things like she’s awfully sincere about this whole thing. It might just be because they rarely talk— only when they see each other, really, which isn’t all that often— and he’s not used these tics of hers anymore. He exhales, tosses his cigarette into the snow and takes a long breath back in through now-empty lungs to stop himself from shaking. “It’s just cold. That’s why I’m losing it.”

“It really is fucking cold,” says Erin. “We should go back.” Except instead of going back the way they came like she suggested, she steps temptingly close to him. She gives him an intoxicating smile, and he thinks that maybe she isn’t totally sober yet. He thrusts his hands deeper into his pockets and looks up to sky, begging whoever happened to be listening up there for a little strength.

But now her hand’s on his cheek and she’s pulling him closer and when he looks down her eyes are wide and her lips—

Her lips are just ever so slightly apart as she presses them to his. That electric feeling she always gives courses through him, making him forget the cold for a second but he still can’t help but think about the last time they were here. It hadn’t ended nearly like this but somehow he finds the aftertaste of that fight less sour than the idea of seeing her again, pretending to get along like they used to but really trying their best to ignore each other.

They stop outside the elevator doors.

A glance, inquisitive, her to him. “Are you coming up?”

A shake of the head. “I think I’ll just go home. Can you tell Nico?”

A nod. “Good night.”

A small smile. “Yeah. G'night.”

A ringing bell, an opening door, and a few footsteps going away from him. “I’ll see you around though, right?”

A lie, maybe. “Definitely.”

A glance back. “See ya, Alejandro.”

A closing door and a struggle to meet her eyes. “Yeah. Bye.”

I’ve been wondering why if Ganon can be reborn as a Gerudo, Zelda and Link can’t also be! Or be born as any other race in Hyrule, for that matter. (I know, I know, Zelda has “Hyrule Royal Family Lineage” going on, but what’s Link’s excuse??)

me: *have very important finals coming up, trying to study* “Ok, now that im FINALLY over mark’s video, i can absolutely, fully concentrate-

Jack: Anti wasn’t referring to Dark in the Pax intro, he was referring to Jack


I tried to tell Quincy that we were standing in front of natural treasure and that we should appreciate it. He continued to pose with this vaguely indifferent expression, effectively rendering all of my photos useless.  


Stydia AU: MIT and George Washington finally shuts down classes for Spring Break. After nearly a month of not seeing Lydia, Stiles wants to photograph every moment. 



so about a year and a half ago, i set out to draw every clara outfit ever
74 outfits later, i’m finally done

prints/mugs/totes and all that jazz are up on society6 and redbubble now!

If only it was that easy, Susan…



infodumping about the ocean


Here’s every SHINee mv but they’re just singing the title of the song