i think i would send it anyways

Don’t you think spoonies go through a lot that would send other people off to hospital in the back of an ambulance?
Like last night when my heart rate was 157bpm and I had palpitations and the worst pain I’ve ever had in my chest. I couldn’t work it out as I’d been asleep and the pain woke me up, it was horrific.
So I just lay there for a couple of minutes unable to breathe or call for help, all the while thinking this can’t be an anxiety attack, this can’t be stress… Anyway it went off in the end and I went back to sleep lol.

things that will literally never win a girl over, ever:

-telling her she doesn’t need makeup to be beautiful/she’s wearing too much makeup
-pressuring her to send you a picture even after she says no I don’t look great right now and you respond with the previous bullet point
-asking her if she wants to see your dick and then sending her an unflattering creepy ass picture anyway even after she says no with a caption like “oops ;)” and acting confused when she tells you to fuck off
-saying “wow I’ve never met a GIRL who likes [insert activity fuckboys think is strictly for males only]! Most girls would rather go shopping and do makeovers lolol” (as if you can’t like all of those things?)
-patronizing her when she shares an opinion or idea
-acting like you always know more or better about the politics of the world (literally shut the fuck up)
-comparing her to other women on a better or worse scale (honestly wtf don’t do it)
-shaming other women and praising her for “not being like those bitches/sluts/whores/[insert uncreative ‘insult’ here]”
-asking if she’s a virgin and then getting mad if she doesn’t give the answer you wanted due to some masculine fragility complex you can’t get over that’s telling you it somehow matters
-asking if she’s on her period whenever she shows even the slightest bit of displeasure in anything

(Feel free to add more)

When I Look At You

Word Count: 2024

A/N: This is a song lyric inspired fiction… type thing?? I’m not good with fiction terminology, if that’s even a thing haha oops. It’s based off ‘When I Look At You.’ By Miley Cyrus. Anyways I love this so much actually :D If any of you want to send me requests I would love to take them, and I’d love to know what you think of my writing! Part 4 of Jealousy will be out soon btw! Much love <3

Everybody needs inspiration

Everybody needs a song

A beautiful melody,

For when the nights are long.

'Cause there’s no guarantee

That this life is easy.

    You sat in the diner by yourself, staring down at your laptop. It was midnight, and although you weren’t exactly supposed to be there, you needed to get out of the hell hole that was your house. It had just been constant fighting between your mom and dad. Although they were divorced, they were still forced to live with eachother until your mom got back on her feet. Their constant yelling and screaming at eachother were bad, but not as bad as your depression and anxiety that had been acting up lately. It was bad, and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do about it. So here you sat, trying to write some stupid paper about 'how far would you be willing to go to find the truth’ but nothing was coming to mind except the shit show that was your life. You had no inspiration, no motivation, and honestly you just wanted to cry. Just as you decided it was time to give up, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You turned to face Jughead, and he gave you a small smile, and you attempted to return it, but he could tell something was off.

    “What’s wrong?” he lightly questioned, and you leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of peace while it lasted.

     "Nothing anymore.“ you whispered, only wanting him to hear you, not that there was anyone else in the diner. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

    "Bullshit. Please tell me what’s up.” he mumbled against your skin. You grabbed one of his hands that held tight on your waist and he rubbed small circles on it.

    “I’m stressed because of my parents, I feel like absolute depressed and anxious garbage, and I don’t know what to write for my damn essay. But none of that matters now, you’re here.” he squeezed you tighter with one arm, he and used the other one to open your laptop.

    “We can deal with everything else later, because I can’t allow that. But first, Let’s see what we’re working with…” he said, opening word. “How far would you be willing to go to find the truth..” You stared at the screen, just looking at the blank page made you want to scream and throw your laptop in a blender. “Write about Jason Blossom and his death.” Jughead suggested, and you perked up, an idea forming in your head. Jughead was on the search for truth, and he so far had gone to great lengths for it.

    “Or even better, I could write about you trying to find the truth about his murder.” you said, quickly typing. Jughead watched as words flew across the digital page. He took in every detail of you in this moment, your fingers as they typed, how you bit your lip in concentration, even how your hair fell down across your face and you didn’t even bother moving it because you were so in the zone. He wondered if this is what you felt like when you watched him write. You turned your head and kissed him.

    “My inspiration.” You mumbled against his lips.

Yeah when my world is falling apart

When there’s no light to break up the dark

That’s when I look at you.

When the waves are flooding the shore

And I can’t find my way home anymore,

That’s when I look at you.

    “I can’t do this anymore Jughead!” you yelled, collapsing onto the ground. It was becoming harder to breathe, and your vision was blacking out. Everything around you was blurry, the tears in your eyes distorting everything you looked at.

    “ Y/N please listen to me, everything is going to be okay!” he said tenderly, trying to not let his worry show. He grabbed your shoulders and he looked you in the eyes, his heart breaking as he saw the tears flow out of them. “Listen, I want you to breathe.”

    “I can’t!” you cried, shaking your head.

    “Yes you can, please Y/N. Just try.” he was doing his best to stay calm, but seeing you like this tore him apart.

    “What’s the point Jughead! I can’t do this anymore, I have no reason to!” you sobbed.

    “Y/N you have me!” he yelled.

    “You could do so much better, you’ll find so much better and you’ll leave and I’ll be completely alone!” you bitterly yelled. Y/N looked at him, and started to cry even harder.

    “Juggie I’m so sorry, please don’t cry!” she sobbed. Jughead hadn’t even noticed that tears were rolling down his face, and Y/N had never really seen him cry before. Sure she saw a tear or two every once in a while, but never this many. Her chest got tight and her heart shattered. Jughead pulled her into his chest, and they held eachother.

    “I could never do better than you.” he whispered, rubbing circles on her back. She held onto him tighter, wanting nothing more to make him stop crying. She could feel his tears fall onto her shoulder. “It’s you who could do so much better, I’m not good enough for you Y/N, I-”

    “Forsythe don’t even say that! I love you more than anything in this world, you make me feel less broken and alone and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she whispered.

    “You do the same for me.” he said, kissing her forehead. You make me feel whole.“

    "Juggie, I know now that my home isn’t a place, my home is you.” she smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face.

    “You’re my home too, Y/N.” he leaned his forehead against hers, and smiled back down at her.

When I look at you,

I see forgiveness,

I see the truth.

You love me for who I am.

Like the stars hold the moon.

Right there where they belong,

And I know I’m not alone.

    “I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered, standing by Jugheads locker at school. He crossed his arms and stared at her.

    “You’re in my way.” he said coldly, although it killed him to talk to her like that. She stepped away from the locker, and he turned his back to her and opened it up. Rummaging through his backpack for his math notebook he did his best to ignore Y/N behind him, no matter how badly he wanted to kiss her and hold her.

    “Juggie can we please talk about this?” she asked.

    “Don’t call me that.” Y/N felt tears stinging in her eyes.

    “Jughead please!” she begged, and Jugheads heart broke at the sound of her voice. He turned around and saw a tear roll down her face.

    “Okay! We can talk if you stop crying.” he said, closing his locker and pulling her into the nearest janitor closet. The door closed behind him and he looked down at her.

    “Jughead I’m sorry! I know that you feel like I’m lying because I have things to hide from you and that I’m distancing myself because you think I’m going to leave you but that’s not the case! Things at home are getting worse and… I was scared to tell you what was going on.” Jughead looked at her worryingly.

    “What do you mean? What’s going on?” he asked, stepping towards her.

    “They… they kicked me out Jughead.” she started to sob, and she wrapped his arms around her. “I’m homeless and I’m alone and maybe I deserve it. Maybe I don’t deserve a home and a family, I’m just a big problem!”

    “No you aren’t.” he whispered, rubbing her back. “And you aren’t alone, you’ll never be alone. Come stay with me.” He said.

    “What?” she asked, looking up at him.

    “Come live with me.” he said again, smiling down at her.

    “Where do you live?” she asked, a bit of excitement present in her voice.

    “Don’t tell anyone, but I live at the Twilight Drive-In.” he whispered, and she stares up at him in shock. He laughed and pulled her towards him again.

    “You wouldn’t want to live with me.” she said. “I dance around too much and sing off key, I eat way too much and I yell at the screen while I watch movies and tv even though they can’t hear me! I sleep all day or I lay in bed and watch YouTube and I talk in my sleep-”  

    “I already know, and I think it’s adorable.” he said, cutting her off. “You’re perfect to me Y/N, and if your parents don’t want you then I’ll sure as hell take you.”

    “Oh Jughead…” Y/N fought back tears, but for a different reason this time. “Are you sure?”

    “Absolutely.” Jughead said, grabbing her hand.

You appear just like a dream to me,

Just like kaleidoscope colours that cover me

All I need, every breath that I breathe

Don’t you know you’re beautiful?

    “I swear Y/N, if you don’t give me back my beanie-”

    “What are you going to do?” Y/N interrupted him, giving a smirk.

    “I’m going to do….” Jughead trailed off, trying to think of a punishment for the (y/h/c) girl standing on the bed smiling down at him. “This.” he said, running towards the girl. He jumped up on the bed and tackled her, pinning her underneath him.

    “Sucks to be you.” she said, grinning ear to ear. Jughead looked around for the beanie, but couldn’t see it anywhere . He looked down at Y/N and she giggled.

    “Where is it?” he asked.

    “That’s on a need to know basis, and I’m sorry, but you don’t need to know.” she said.

    “Actually, I think I do. That’s my beanie.” he playfully argued.

    “Actually, you don’t.” she laughed, trying to mimic his voice.

    “Y/N, please!” He begged. Y/N attempted to sit up, but couldn’t. She fell back down on the bed, and Jughead gave his best puppy dog eyes and stuck out his bottom lip.

    “Is Jughead Jones giving me puppy eyes right now?” Y/N laughed. Jughead rolled his eyes and sighed. He leaned down and fell onto Y/N, now laying on her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she kissed him on the forehead.

    “I think you’ll be okay without it for one day.” she said. Jughead groaned, and it tickled Y/ns neck.

    “I won’t be though! I feel like I look like an idiot without it. Not that I look any better usually.” he said, raising his head so he was looking at her.

    “Um, no.” she quickly sat up, pushing Jughead up too.

    “No what?” he asked, confused by her sudden change in behavior. He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Y/N onto his lap.

    “You never look like an idiot. You’re adorable.” Y/N said in a very serious tone.

    “Not exa-” Jughead was cut off by a kiss. He pulled back, and looked up at the girl on his lap. “What was that?” he asked.

    “What I’m not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” Y/N teased an he chuckled.

    “No, I mean-” again he was cut off with another kiss.  

    “You’re so handsome Jughead.” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back again and stared at Y/N, and she admired his sweet smile plastered on his face. His hair was messed up, wild and free from his beanie, and the setting suns light shone through the window, lighting the room up beautifully. Y/N felt like she was in a dream, and if it was one she hoped she’d never wake up. He reached up and cupped her face, and she leaned into it.

    “How did I ever get so lucky to have you?” Jughead asked softly.

    “I could ask you the same thing.” she said, leaning down to kiss him again.

    “I love you, Y/N.”

    “And I love you, Forsythe.” she whispered.

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Got7 College AU - Jinyoung

A/N - Time for Jinyoung’s college AU! I think this one might be favourite of the four I’ve done so far (although that could just be because of Jinyoung hehe) And I’ve had all 5 offers back from universities and have chosen the one I’m going to next year! Who knows, maybe I’ll get to live out a cute little AU like these 😂 Haha, anyway, enjoy and keep sending in your requests~

Mark | JB | Jackson | Youngjae | Bambam | Yugyeom

  • so Jinyoung would probably study something like Law or Business 
  • he’d want to become a CEO of a company and so doing a course like that would really help him achieve that goal 
  • he’d be the kind of student to just keep his head down and study, not really caring much about partying or dating 
  • almost every time you visited the library, he’d be sat there doing work and writing essays
  • you admired how dedicated he was to succeeding and getting a job in his dream career
  • you didn’t know his name but you knew he was dedicated
  • however a small part of you did want to know his name
  • and everything about him, in fact
  • he was absolutely gorgeous but how could you introduce yourself to him?
  • like “hey I’ve been looking at you in the library for the past couple months wanna date?”
  • besides, he was so focused on working that he wouldn’t even hear you or register that you were talking to him
  • well, that’s what you believed anyway
  • but Jinyoung had actually noticed you in the library too
  • he always smiled when you walked in but wouldn’t let himself get too distracted by you
  •  however he would steal glances at you and one time he did and you were looking at him too
  • and he just dissolved into a blushing mess
  • but then one night, JB and Jackson had managed to convince him to go to some college party
  • which was not his ideal way to spend a saturday night
  • but when he walked in and saw you there, looking like you had been dragged there too by your friends
  • he grabbed himself a drink to help him get through the night and build up the courage to talk to you
  • when he felt he could finally go up to you, you’d be super nervous about talking to him
  • thankfully you also had some alcohol going through your system to help with the nerves
  • and once you had got talking, it was difficult to shut you two up
  • both your friends and his were just staring in awe that you had both gotten along so well
  • and they were even more shocked when Jinyoung leaned in to kiss you
  • bc they didn’t even think Jinyoung was capable of speaking to women outside of class let alone managing to make out with one 
  • and you’re friends were freaking out because you had gone on about liking him for ages
  • and finally you were getting some
  • quite literally as Jinyoung whispered into your ear
  • “want to come back to my dorm?”
  • and obviously you said yes
  • I’ll spare you the details but the next morning you woke up next to him and the sunlight hit his face and he was practically glowing
  • you couldn’t quite believe what you and him had done
  • it wasn’t something you usually did but Jinyoung felt different
  • it wasn’t just some college party hookup
  • you could tell this was going to become something special
  • and it really was special
  • the two of you had earned the title of ‘library cuties’ because now you’d both study together and help each other
  • and every now and then you’d give each other little kisses as rewards for getting something right
  • you and Jinyoung quickly became the living definition of ‘relationship goals’ 
  • and it had all started from stolen glances across the school library

Hi Everyone!

So there’s a million sales going on now that the holiday season has started, and thought I would re-share the links to my shops. I also added a few new prints, like the Nameless King one, and Amon’s Kakuja (and a few fluffy animals so my mom would stop worrying about me). 

Oh! and let me know if there’s anything in particular you think is missing and I’ll go looking for it. My computer thought it would be fun to explode a few months ago, but I’m sure I have more art backed up somewhere…

Anyway, here’s the links:



I’m also going to open commissions soon (as soon as Wacom stops sending me the wrong cord in the mail), so feel free to hit me up if you’re interested! 

Thanks!! (。’▽’。)♡

A mini rant (pun intended)

Listen… if Simon does have a girlfriend that doesn’t automatically mean you should hate on her…. That’s not gonna benefit anyone ever. It’s his life, he’s 24 ffs he can date whoever he wants. I don’t wanna be negative but I’m gonna be realistic… there was a very very VERY slim chance that any of us fans were gonna be in that position anyways. So please, before you decide to send hate or send anything nasty to Simon or his gf (if he has one) think about how you would feel if someone was saying horrible things to you for being with someone you love.

Submission from @eosrealis who wrote something for my plantpowers!Burr!au :D this is how they think Alex would figure out that Aaron has powers (and it’s super well written!!)

“Alexander, no”

“Alexander, yes”

Aaron sighed. “When has that ever worked?” he nursed his coffee, avoiding eye contact with the sign-up sheet held in front of him. It was something of a challenge too, since Aaron’s overeager friend was practically shoving it into his face.

“I’ve gotten you to sign plenty of things.” Alexander’s eyes narrowed slightly, his mouth twisting into a self satisfied smile.

“Yes, but not this. You know I don’t-”

“You don’t do protests, yes, I know. But you would only have to stand in a crowd! Come on, what are you losing? You’d be supporting a good cause!”

Aaron knew that Alexander couldn’t possibly know what he stood to lose, but irritation flared through him anyways. Aaron tamped it down before it could show, he was good at that.

“I’m still not doing it.”

“Don’t you care about rights for powered people?”

Aaron carefully did not react. “Of course.”

“Then defend them!”

Aaron sighed again. “Hamilton, please stop.”

A raised eyebrow. “On to last names already? You’re slipping, Burr.” His surname was spoken with a teasing lilt, and of course only Alexander could get under Aaron’s skin just by addressing him by name.

Aaron huffed lightly, trying to disengage rather than get pulled into an argument. But of course Alexander could never just leave it at that. “Come on Aaron, how about this: I’ll leave you alone but you have to help my fundraiser at the end of the month.”

And there it was. The worst part about having Alexander as a friend was that he had a lot of experience in arguing with people to get what he wanted. Aaron considered himself a decent debater, but against Alexander he didn’t stand a chance.

But still. “No way.”

“You only have to help donate. Make some stuff for the crafts and bakes sale. You don’t even have to show up.” Aaron could practically feel the fishing line trying to reel him in.

He gave a token struggle. “If I give you a money donation right now, will you leave me alone?”

Alexander scowled, his face pinching in offense. “You can’t be so impersonal! Half of the point of a fundraiser is making an event that people can go to! It’s reaching out to the community! Which gives us more room to open dialogue about powered people and the shit they’re stuck with!”

The words struck him. Suddenly, Aaron felt drained. Just thinking about powered rights made him tired and sour. He especially didn’t want to hear about it from normal people. “Fine, fine, whatever.”

Of course, rather than the outcome Aaron was looking for, Alexander froze for a moment before pinning Aaron with his laser focus. “Do you- are you actually invested?”

Shit. “What are you talking about?” It came out harsher than Aaron wanted.

“You never give up this quickly, don’t tell me I finally found the topic you have thoughts on.”

Double shit. “Drop it, Alexander. Besides, no one’s going to care about powered rights on a small scale like this. There’s so few of them that everyone just forgets until a powered person’s in the news, and good luck getting someone to show up at a college fundraiser.”

Aaron bit fiercely into his cheek, that was far wordier than intended. What was he thinking, word vomiting on Alexander of all people? And of course he was grinning again. “You do, holy shit! Aaron Burr has an Opinion!”

Anxiety twisted its way up Aaron’s chest, a network of brambles- or it could be, if he didn’t get himself under control. No, don’t think like that, he tried to berate himself. Aaron did not fidget, even if the energy in his veins surged with his agitation. Alexander always was the best at pulling his emotions out, and for the hundredth time Aaron wondered why he hadn’t cut ties yet. The teasing smile on Alexander slipped off, his eyes slipping into something more concerned than amused.

It would be the smartest choice, Aaron had known that fact from the very beginning. From the first conversation with Alexander and his friends, Aaron had never met anyone who could shatter his years of solid control in mere minutes. Which of course was why he avoided that whole group as a whole. Not that it stopped Alexander from approaching him all the damn time. The only person who put that kind of effort in talking to him, actually.

Alright, it wasn’t any kind of mystery. Aaron was just lonely. His chest pulsed again with unwanted feelings and Aaron squashed it before it could spread to the grass around them. He could almost feel the blades twitching under his influence, it wouldn’t take much.

Thankfully, Alexander seemed to realize that he’d pressed a little too far. He took a step back, dipping his head ever so slightly forward in the closest he ever gets to an apology.

“Sorry.” Or not, apparently? Aaron couldn’t keep the surprise from his face. “Really, man. I’ll back off, but you really should consider it, especially if it really matters to you.” Alexander paused, the corners of his lips lifting up ever so slightly. “I always knew you stood for something.”

Alexander turned abruptly and walked off, the usual bounce back in his step. Aaron didn’t move, staring after Alexander until he disappeared behind a crowd of students. Finally, he took a step, almost tripping over the grass twined around his ankles, much longer than it ought to be and already seeding.

Aaron cursed quietly, ripping the grass up forcefully. The small garden to his left had a small mass of green bulbs that weren’t there at the start of the conversation, mostly because it was almost winter and much too cold for new growth. Aaron gave the garden a long glare, knowing it would attract more attention if he tried to reverse the growth. It would be better to create distance.

Now if only Aaron could apply that wisdom to Hamilton, then everything would be safe again.


Alexander closed the door of his room behind him and leaned against it, his mind working a mile a minute. 

Aaron has powers.

He shut his eyes then opened them again to stare at the board he had hung on the wall above his bed. It was covered in articles about powered people, strings of yarn of different colors linking pictures and texts together. And at the middle of it stood a picture of his classmate, an annoyed look at being caught on camera.

Aaron has powers.

This thought pushed him to walk towards the board and roam his eyes on it again, as if he hadn’t countless times before. He had been right since the beginning.

Aaron is like me.

Ever since his birth, he had been able to feel the auras of the people around him, and that included powered people, whose auras revealed their powers. Of course, such a gift was best to be kept a secret, and even if it pained him to, he knew it would help in situations like this.

He had been drawn by the other’s powerful aura, a miriad of colors swirling around the boy’s frame, though kept close to this body as if he was constantly trying to contain or erase it. His aura was the most beautiful Alex had ever seen, and after listening to the younger man talk in class he knew he had to get close to him. But Burr kept everything close to himself and it had been a challenge to approach him and get his attention, and a seemingly impossible task to get him to talk about himself. But he had finally found a way.

Maybe getting him to work with him on his cause would grant Alex more time with the other powered student, and maybe then he could catch a glimpse of Aaron’s immense power.

Alexander set his hands on his hips and stared at Aaron’s face with determination.

One day, he would get him to show him his powers. And then, they would be unstoppable.

Again I must say this: I’M NOT THE REAL DENISE MILANI! PLEASE STOP SENDING DICK PICS! It would be inappropriate anyway, come on! Do you really think that sending that kind of picture is a smart move to charm a girl?

It isn’t.

So maybe someone will continue ignoring that I’M NOT THE REAL DENISE MILANI I’M JUST A HUGE FAN AND THIS IS A TRIBUTE BLOG, but please stop sending dick pics.

Wisdom Teeth

Cast x Reader 
Words: 511
Request: hi! i just had all four wisdom teeth out (kill me), so i was wondering if you could to the cast like sitting with the reader/getting out ice packs and just platonic fluff? thank you!! xxoo

hi anon! i was kinda worried i would screw this up, which i think i may have. anyway, send me a dm if you want me to redo it! i hope you’re feeling better by the way xx

i’ve never had my wisdom teeth out, so this was based off what I read online and what i’ve heard. My singing teacher got hers out last week and she said it was like super painful after the painkillers wore off. I was sad because i missed my lesson, but anyway!

i’m feeling super sick today and i’ve procrastinated starting one of my science reports, so hopefully i’ll get to take the day off tomorrow and i’ll get it done then. i’m amazed i even got this done, because i have the worst headache and i just feel disgusting in general

i have plenty of requests to write at the moment (i’m sorry for taking so long guys) but if you have anything you want me to write, send me an inbox! 

that’s all from me for today because i wanna go back to sleep. enjoy this everyone x



It had been a few hours since you had left the dentist. You had had all four wisdom teeth removed, but hadn’t felt anything until now because of the anaesthetic. It was now that the full pain of the removal hit you.

You curled up on the couch with your face propped up on a pillow. You groaned quietly, holding your cheek with your hand.

“Is everything okay (Y/N)?” Daveed asked, sitting down next to you.

“It hurts,” You whined loudly, attempting to pout but wincing. “Ow!”

Your room mate Daveed had been busy with Hamilton when you had your appointment, but he had picked you up afterwards and helped your drugged up persona get home on the subway.

“I don’t know what to do… I mean, I’ve never dealt with anything like this before,” Daveed said, rubbing your back awkwardly.

“Can’t you just get an ice pack or something?” You mumbled, wincing with every word.

“We don’t have an ice pack. You threw it out the window when you were mad at your partner,” Daveed replied, crossing his arms.

“Oh yeah, can you get someone to bring one over?” You mumbled.

“Sure, but they’re not gonna be the most helpful people,” Daveed replied, sending out a message to his friends. He turned on the TV for you, going back to his room.

A few hours later, Anthony, Jasmine, Pippa and Renee entered the apartment.

“Hey (Y/N)! We brought you painkillers and soft foods, because apparently that’s what you need when you get teeth removed,” Anthony said, sitting down next to you on the couch.

“He made me research everything before we came,” Jasmine stated, sitting on Anthony’s lap.

“We also got an ice pack, but it needs to freeze so I’ll leave it in your freezer for a little bit,” Pippa stated.

“How are you feeling?” Renee asked, kneeling in front of the couch.

“My mouth hurts, a lot. And it tastes like blood… honestly there’s just a lot of pain,” You stated, sitting up slowly.

“Maybe take some of the painkillers we got you. That could help?” Renee suggested, passing you a water bottle and two small pills. You took the drugs, yawning slightly. “Thankyou.”

“You’re welcome,” Renee replied, patting your head and sitting down.

“Where’d Diggs go? Anthony asked, poking your side. You shrugged.

“He disappeared about an hour ago. I’d say he’s in his room, writing something,” You replied, turning the TV down.

“Is there anything we can do to help you recover?” Pippa asked, sitting on the other side of you. You shrugged.

“Just being here with me has literally made my day. Thank you so much for coming,” You replied, smiling weakly.

“How about we get you iced up and turn on some Disney movies?” Jasmine suggested.

“You guys know how to cheer a person up.”

The rest of the afternoon consisted of small snacks, your favourite childhood movies and casual banter between the five of you. Your pain went down considerably as you concentrated on spending the rest of your day with your friends.

Hola ~

|| Hello there! Ever since I saw the AU about Prince Altean!Lance and Galra!Keith, I have been addicted to it and couldn’t stop drawing it- Which then led me to drawing FemAltean!Lance. I don’t really have a name for her yet but I would love if you could help me think of one.
I created this character just for the love of Lance in general- So please don’t be afraid to ask me any questions and please don’t be afraid to send me love letters~ ;)  

Anyways thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy future posts to come!

(Happy ObiMaul headcanon for @yaoikuza-probably won’t be the last thing i tag you in) 

AU where Maul doesn’t die; Obi-Wan never intended to kill him just temporarily knock him out so he could have some time to think. Through that act of mercy, not only does Maul heal but he and Obi-Wan become friends and see they have a lot in common. Most importantly, they share a love for reading. Obi-Wan has collected tons of books over time, and has multiple copies of some of the same volumes. So he gives Maul a lot of his volumes, and of course Maul reads them quickly despite their length. After a while, the two will just sit there, discussing the books, and the characters, themes, etc…etc..

And though Obi-Wan has read these books repeatedly and knows them like the back of his hand, having conversations with Maul intrigues him. There are themes Obi-Wan has never thought of, or certain things in the books that he’s missed that Maul notices, and it just sets up a lovely discussion.

And with Maul, talking about any book is always more exciting since Obi-Wan has been alone and he too enjoys delving deeper into the pages with another mind to discuss with. And through reading, discussing (the present, and their pasts) and just spending time together, they grow close. They already have so many similarities so it isn’t hard for a bond, especially when they no longer have anything to lose.

Obi-Wan has found a friend and companion in the least way he thought possible and the same goes for Maul. It’s safe to say the both are happy.  

This of course goes on for a few more months until Maul is healed, and announces that he’s going to leave. Obi-Wan knew his time was coming, but he is saddened by it. Yet, he doesn’t try to stop Maul, because he knows there’s still a lot Maul needs do for himself. He’s healed but not completely. Though he no longer hates Obi-Wan there is still a lot of pain and hatred that only a self journey will fix. So Obi-Wan lets him go, he encourages him too.

And before Maul leaves, Obi-Wan gives him every single one of the books they’ve read and discussed together. It’s a rather bitter sweet departure, because something in Obi-Wan’s gesture tells Maul that he will may never see him again. But they hope for the best for each other and both depart on good terms.

Got7 reaction to their S/O having a child

A/N - Anon requested reaction~ This one was fun to do since I’ve never really written anything where the reader’s a single parent. Maybe I can do a little imagine based around this too if people want it. Anyway, hope you enjoy and keep on sending in your requests!

Mark: Mark would love that his S/O had told him about their child and it’s probably make him love them more. He’d also really want to meet the kid as well since he seems to be pretty good with kids.

JB: I think JB wouldn’t want to let it affect their relationship but it ultimately would. He’d need some time to get used to it and would eventually be more open and happy to continue dating them. It’d just take a bit of time.

Jackson: Jackson would want to meet his S/O’s child as soon as possible after finding out they were a single parent. He’d never let it impact their relationship and would want to be as involved and helpful as he could be.

Jinyoung: I think Jinyoung wouldn’t mind at all if they were a single parent. In fact, he’d probably already had a feeling that his S/O was a parent by the way they acted. He’d want to get involved with their child too.

Youngjae: Youngjae would be a little unsure about it until he met his S/O’s child. When he had met them and had seen how the child and the parent interacted, he’d just fall in love. 

Bambam: I feel like Bambam would need a bit of time to adjust to the idea of dating someone with a kid but in the end, he’d realise that it didn’t matter and that his S/O was worth being with even if he wasn’t sure about the responsibility.

Yugyeom: Yugyeom would be nervous about the responsibility of it all but he would want to help his S/O out when he could and would be really understanding if they had to cancel some dates last minute.

when I was in elementary school, this author came to our school for a picture book reading and idr what happened exactly, but i think i wrote him a letter thanking him for coming to our school and i wasn’t expecting him to reply, but he did and told me to ask my mom if it would be okay for him to send me a book, so i wrote back and said yes and the next time he wrote, he included a free autographed copy of the book and i was so excited?? we kinda kept in touch and every time he released a new book, he would send me a copy with some extra goodies like stickers and stuff and he still does to this day and one time he even sent me an autographed copy of one of his friend’s books because the cat’s name was victoria and he “thought of me” and i’m just like THAT’S SO NICE

anyways, we added each other on FB a few years back and i totally forgot because he’s not really active on it, but he just created and added me to a facebook group for his dog and books and i’m just like this is it, i’ve made it LMAOOOO

anonymous asked:

Hi this is a tricky request but I wanted to send it in anyway because I love love love what you write, and I’m sure you would make it so good. Do you think you can write a scenario for Gaara confessing to a girl that has known him since childhood and was nice to him. She’s seen him grow from a child to Kazekage and she’s always supported him and loved him, but she thought he never felt anything for her? Thanks, love you lots!

This turned out really long I don’t like how long this turned out omg I’m sorry I hope this isn’t bad. love you too <3


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My heart felt like it was going to come out of my chest it was beating so fast. Why though, I do admit that Evan was very handsome. ’Did I get the right number?’ Evan sent another text, drawing me out of my thoughts. ’Yes you did. Lol xD’ typing the quick response while hitting send. I took a quick breath and smiled to myself. The phone started to vibrate.

Oh lol if you’re busy then I can text back another time.’ I smiled at the screen and fell back onto my bed.

Nah I was just walking into my room so it took me a minute lolbut anyways whats up?’ I wonder if I can ask him about Tyler and Craig? Would he get mad? Does he even notice the glances between them? Craig and Evan are really go friends so he must know. Before I could really think about it any farther Evan had text back.

Just sitting around about to get cracking on some homework.’ I looked over at my bag and sighed.

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whenimaunicorn  asked:

You're at work and missing my Heathen Army Party so I'll send you a prompt anyway because I know you'd be down. Let's see... you look up at the high table, Ivar catches your eye, and flicks his fingers to beckon you to approach him.

You look up at the high table, Ivar catches your eye, and flicks his fingers to beckon you to approach him. 

Your brow knits in confusion and you turn to look behind you, for surely, Ivar is not summoning you as he would a servant. He must be gesturing to someone else. And when you find no one there, you shrug, thinking that whoever he’d been motioning towards, must have scampered off either out of fear or unawareness. 

You nonchalantly go back to the conversation you were having with your friends. Tonight, you’d been discussing the topic of hair, or rather, which one of the Ragnarssons had the best. Sigurd had been instantly put on the bottom of the list for reasons no one needed to discuss any longer, as well as Bjorn for the recent mass of pubic hair he’d been sporting on his chin lately. 

As for Hvitzerk, you could not decide, as it was always braided and tied back in some way … which led you to ask the question, if it was always braided, did he have his hair dresser with him at all times? Did he take one with him to the Mediterranean? Or did he simply never wash his hair? Because none of you had ever known a Viking man who could do such intricate braiding themselves. But perhaps Hvitzerk could … and if he were that deft with his fingers when it came to his hair, where else could those fingers perform their magic? You blushed and giggled with your friends over the thought. 

The last two sons, of course, were Ubbe and Ivar. Ubbe’s hair was always tied back into a tail, but the hair on top of his head was always in some adorably messy state. You all had decided that it was neither good nor bad, just Ubbe, which was quite wonderful, really. You joke around that with his hair, he’d come with a built-in leash, and you laugh at all the possibilities. 

In the end, you’re left wondering … does Ivar really have the best hair out of the whole lot? It surely was looking much better lately. Month’s ago, before leaving for Wessex with his father, Ivar’s head had reminded you of an acorn, which always made you purse your lips to keep from laughing as you’d pass by him day to day. But now? Something had most certainly changed. It had gotten longer, silkier, and not only that, it had seemed as if he’d blossomed in some way, had really grown into his skin. 

You and your friends take a drink, laughing in shock at your conclusion. Ivar definitely has the best hair. You grin to yourself, wondering what it must be like to run your fingers through it … or pull at it … while yanking his head down … 

As you move to set your cup back onto the table, something drops into the liquid and it splashes mead onto your face. You look up to find that Ivar had thrown a blackberry into your drink, from his seat at the high table. You are impressed, as it was quite a distance away, and he’d made the shot on his very first try. 

Such nice aim. 

Ivar looks at you expectantly, as if impatient, and you raise a brow. You have no idea what he wants with you, but you defiantly keep yourself seated at your table. You slowly run your tongue across your upper lip, catching the mead that had been splashed there, and keeping eye contact with him all the while. 

His expression grows dark and you know that you are in trouble. Very deep trouble. So. Much. Trouble. 

Originally posted by smiletotheshadow

And you are so looking forward to it. 

Part two can be read here. 

Nurse Jack

Authors note: I bombed my last imagine so I am trying to come back. All my creativity is going out the window with all this damn heartbreak. Well anyway, please let me know what you think, what I can improve. I would appreciate that a lot.

Anonymous said:

Can you write an imagine where you are sick and Jack stays with you and tries to make you feel better?

Jack POV

I woke up this morning to my phone buzzing like crazy. I am getting messages from Y/N.





I am sick and needy. Come cuddle.

I chuckle and send back a quick reply that I was up and will be over once I have showered and gotten some things for the day. I get into the shower and think about what to do for the day. I shall get her favorite soup from R/N and then I will go get some cold medicine. We can watch movies all day long. I will stay with her until she feels 110% better. Maybe I can get some of her favorite things as well. Yes, I’ll do that! I step out of the shower and dry myself off. (oooh, imagine that in your head. Bam. Death.) Then I go and change into something comfortable. I know that today I will need it. I pack a suitcase of clothes, so I can keep some more clothes there.

I’m on my way babe. Be there in about 30. Have a few things to get. Xxx

2nd Person POV

You were lying in bed with an upset stomach and a stuffy nose from the nasty cold you had. You wanted nothing more than to breathe and to cuddle with your best friend/Boyfriend. He always made you feel better. You sneezed into your blanket covered hand and groaned.

“Slowly dying a painful death.” You dramatically plopped down onto your bed and whined loudly.

Jack had walked in and heard you whine. He chuckled and walked up. He had a key to your place since he was your best friend after all.

“Halt, who goes there? Are your friend or are you foe?” You say, ready to throw something at them, that something being your tissues.

“Just me! I come with gifts and cuddles.” Jack said, walking up to your room.

“I am plagued with death. Enter with caution.”  You say with a giggle followed by a cough.

Jack slowly walks in and sees your burrito-ness. You are wrapped up in a comforter with used tissues all around you. You had cold medicine on your nightstand as well as stomach pills to calm your stomach. You looked like you could use cuddles and some rest.

“Oh my love, you look horrible. Yet so beautiful.” He chuckles and sets down the bags.

“Nice save bud.” You say all stuffy. Jack chuckles and slips into bed with you. He hands you the soup container.

“Eat it, it’ll make you feel better, warmer.” He kisses your forehead and sighs. “You are burning up babe.”

“I took Tylenol earlier, it should kick in soon.” You open the soup and welcome the warmth that radiates off it. You take a few bites then set it down, wanting to lay down and snuggle with your lover.


“I want to snuggle and take a nap with you. I can eat more later.” You say, plopping back down on the bed dramatically. Jack just chuckles and lays down next to you.

“You are so dramatic.”

“You love me, you said so this morning.”

“Yes I do. I never said I didn’t.” He pulls you out of your burrito and lays you on his body. You snuggle up to him more and then pull the comforter over you guys.

“As warm as you are, I still need this comforter. A serial killer could come in and the comforter will protect us.” You say, doped up on the meds. Jack just laughs and rubs your back.

“Go to sleep my love.” He didn’t have to tell you twice. You were so tired, it didn’t take you 5 minutes to fall asleep. Especially with the one you love holding you close.