i think u know what i'm thinking

ahaha do ppl really think that aaron is this Suave Gay who never gets awkward around guys he likes. wht show häv u guyz bin watchin

like let me take u back to the moment he called Ed,,, u know the moment. even thinking about it is making me awkward by proxy. he was bricking it on a colosseum scale

if that’s not awkward AF i don’t know what is. aaron has been consistently played as AWKAF with guys he likes. DM playing aaron like that w/alex is not “bad acting… though he’s a good actor really!!“ (??) or “because he’s just so much more comfortobale (no im not gon fix that typo fuck u) kissing ryan’s chin #dryan“. like guyz i think i’ve come to a groundbreaking realization here. i think it’s bcos he’s an actor, acting a part?! and they’re tryinna be consistent with his characterisation in this regard. wowza

writers:
  • break up your paragraphs. big paragraphs are scary, your readers will get scared
  • fuuuuck epithets. “the other man got up” “the taller woman sat down” “the blonde walked away” nahhh. call them by their names or rework the sentence. you can do so much better than this (exception: if the reader doesn’t know the character(s) you’re referring to yet, it’s a-okay to refer to them by an identifying trait)
  • blunette is not a thing
  • new speaker, new paragraph. please.
  • “said” is such a great word. use it. make sweet love to it. but don’t kill it
  • use “said” more than you use synonyms for it. that way the use of synonyms gets more exciting. getting a sudden description of how a character is saying something (screaming, mumbling, sighing) is more interesting that way.
  • if your summary says “I suck at summaries” or “story better than summary” you’re turning off the reader, my dude. your summary is supposed to be your hook. you gotta own it, just like you’re gonna own the story they’re about to read
  • follow long sentences w short ones and short ones w long ones. same goes for paragraphs
  • your writing is always better than you think it is. you just think it’s bad because the story’s always gonna be predicable to the one who’s writing it
  • i love u guys keep on trucking

anonymous asked:

Random suggestion but maybe you could make your OC have like a literal name? So like Midori means green, and Y'know Midoriya's hair is green so you could somehow correlate your OC's name with their quirk/appearance???

WAIT WHAT 

YOU’RE TELLING MIDORIYA’S NAME IS “MIDORIYA” BECAUSE.. HIS HAIR IS. GREEN?????????????!!!???!!?

movement test!! still have some small things to fix yet but for the most part the animation meme’s coming along nicely!! :0

When I Lost You - Part II - Jaehyun x Reader - Fuckboy HighSchool!AU

Part IPart II  - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI

There will probably be a continuation to this series. This chapter is from Jaehyun’s point of view.

Word Count: 2458

Trigger Warnings: Offensive Language

Genre: Fuckboy HighSchool!AU, Angst


Jaeyhyun’s POV

It was that one fateful day in freshman year when the seating plan had been shifted and he ended up sitting next to you.

His heartbeat had almost stopped; he’d been crushing on you for almost two months now, and this couldn’t be happening.

You had glanced up and noticed him standing there shyly, and you smiled, introducing yourself.

Of course I know who you are, he thought to himself as he tried to find the proper words to not make a fool of himself during his own introduction.

Keep reading

happy inktober i love rey

anonymous asked:

Hello, I have a quick Q- do you have any OCs from Haikyuu?? I'd love to draw them if you do. If not, who is your favorite character(s) and I'll draw them. I just really want to draw you something because you're amazing and always draw my favorite team (Dateko) --S

Anonymous said: have you ever thought of making a Haikyuu OC? or have you already? please show!!!!!!!! i can tell they are gonna be the shiniest sunshine ever

aaahh!! yes, meet my children!! don’t worry about drawing them though, they’re happy to just chill here (and keep bullying Iwasa with affection, poor guy). I appreciate the sentiment regardless! ♡ thank you so much for asking!! and thank you second anon for having faith in their sunshine(?) hahaha 

⌒▽⌒)ゞI hope you both have beautiful days!

Cadenti Porrigo Demolotio

Ancient Greek Siren Harry

cadenti porrigo demolotio: I reach out my hand to the man who’s pulling.

Harry’s beauty was whispered through the valleys of Greece, attracting females and males to the island of Mykonos in hopes of hearing the green eyed siren’s song. Myths and legends told of heroes such as Odysseus and Heracles swayed by his beauty, even the goddess Aphrodite smitten by him and his son. He was no god of any sort; instead a nymph, if you will. An Oceanide.

Harry had skin kissed by the Greek sun. He had eyes that matched the wine colored sea he dwelled in and hair the color of whiskey. He knew he was beautiful too; people were willing to die to catch a glimpse of him, how could he not?

His voice was just as beautiful as he was. In the dead of night you could hear the distinct tune of his irresistibly sweet melody against the lapping waves on the sand. Though deemed as suicides, many had traveled to the island only to jump in the water in search of him only to be met with their fate under the sea. It wasn’t until Harry’s own fateful day where he meet his own siren of his dreams. Although she wasn’t a siren like he was.

She was human, and the most god damn beautiful human Harry had ever seen too. She was a sort of understated beauty, one that in a crowded marketplace in the famous city of Athens, Harry would be able to pick her out in a millisecond. She had lips the color of pomegranates and smudges of coal lined around her eyes to make them bigger than already possible. A soft, sweet gentle voice that Harry could hear when she was out that made his heart swell two sizes bigger.

How could he ever love another?


(Y/N) had traveled by boat to her birthplace of Mykonos. Every summer she would return to her childhood home and spend the season aiding her elderly parents around the house and the town. Living in a small cottage just on the coast of the island, her favorite thing to do was to garden and to sing, preferably at the same time. In the late evenings she would tend to the roses and watch the rhythmic percussion of the waves on the sand.

It wasn’t until one night the girl had wondered on the dark beach, wrapping her silk dress tighter around against her body. Her hair blew in tresses around her, momentarily restricting her vision until it was whipped away back behind her.

(Y/N) squinted, eyeing a blurry form in the distance with a look of confusion. Something had washed up; something big. A …shark? A seal? Coming closer, her jaw dropped open; it was a man. A man with a long, slender torso that turned from skin to scales into a long fish tail. He lay unmoving, twitching from time when a particularly strong gust of wind blew.

(Y/N) sunk down to her knees, observing him. She had only ever heard of nymphs in stories but undoubtedly knew from his appearance that he must of been one. His long hair lay strewn around his head in a disheveled mess and bits of sand covered his face all the way down to his torso. Clearly, he had been washed up. But how could such a strong creature, one so close to a human, allow itself to become so vulnerable?

(Y/N) reached out and dusted flecks of sand away from his forehead and eyes, noting that his skin, though a blue tint, was warm and he was in fact still breathing. She noted how long his eyelashes were and how they touched the apples of his cheeks, his lips a shade of a pink hibiscus. She felt herself becoming smitten with the man.

Harry jumped, startling the girl’s hand off of him with a gasp. From his view on the sandy beach, all he could see was the swirl of dark storm clouds above him and a frightened girl looking down on him. His girl.

“I’m sorry for startling you. What’s your name?” He whispered, lifting a hand up onto the girl’s jaw and cupping it sweetly. She followed his hand with hers and gave a slight eyebrow scrunch. He talked with an unusual accent, one that reveled he was not where she was from.

“(Y/N).”

“Lovely.” He coughed. “Can you help me back into the sea? I’m having trouble breathing.”

(Y/N) jumped up but the thought came to her mind; how was she suppose to drag a siren back into the ocean?

Harry held his arms out, encouraging her to take his hands. She did so with hesitation and lifted him off the ground only to find he weighed basically nothing. She felt like she was lifting a child up but he stood towering over her, wrapping his arms around her dainty neck to keep balance. (Y/N) stood shocked.

“Please.” He encouraged her, feeling her body rigid with hesitation.

She complied, using one arm to hoist his body up and carry him bridal style down to the water. She pushed her embarrassment to the side, as this was probably really damn strange looking. She wandered into the ocean waist deep, occasionally losing her footing against the waves that didn’t seem so gentle.

She loosened her hold on the siren, allowing him to slide into the sea. He did so quickly, diving under before coming back up with a refreshing laugh. Harry leaned over and took her hands, encouraging her to follow him deeper in the sea.

(Y/N) shook her head, pulling against his hold. “I can’t swim. I’ll drown.“

Harry had this funny look on his face, an odd smile matched with eyes that visibly shined even in the dead of night. He smoothly pulled her forward, her feet sliding off the sand and automatically kicking her weight above her. (Y/N) gasped, latching her grip onto the siren and wrapping her legs around his waist in a haste.

“I can’t swim!” She cried but a mistake it was, as now the siren floated the two of them deeper into the black ocean. The water was cold, surprising for a Greek summer and it had (Y/N)’s hair standing up on end. Her wet dress was weighing her down even harder onto Harry who had his strong arms wrapped around waist.

“Focus on me.” Harry spoke but it was difficult to hear him over the water spinning in waves around them. He had the same dreamy look on his face, seeming to appear unaware of (Y/N)’s horrified state.

Harry leaned in and kissed her lightly on the mouth, her body going in shock before melting into his as she reciprocated the kiss. Their noses bumped into each other as he worked his lips over hers, as he had never before kissied anybody. She clung to him as a child, momentarily forgetting the fact that she was freely floating in the sea.

The siren’s kiss made her feel warm inside but not warm enough to stop the fact that she was shivering. Harry tangled his hand in her hair, enjoying the sound of their lips against each other but her iron like grip on his shoulders made him pull away.

“I’m scared.” (Y/N) spoke. “Please take me back to shore.”

Harry frowned, not wanting their time to be up just yet.

“Tell me,” Harry sounded, his hand in her hair detaching and resting on the base of her neck. “Do you believe you can breathe underwater?”

“Would I be this scared in the middle of the ocean if I knew I could breathe underwater?”

Harry laughed, flicking his tail to keep them afloat. “What if I told you you could?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “I want to go home, I’m very tired. Please.”

“Okay, I’ll take you home. Hold onto me.”

And so, the siren trod the waters back to shore. (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief when her toes touched the sandy bottom of the floor. Without much of a goodbye or a look back, the girl ran back to dry land and up the path back to her tiny cottage.

Harry watched her, rising with anger. He took her on an adventure that no other had experienced and she repays him by running away? Here he was in love with her, so enamored but there she was trying to get away from him. He slapped the water surface angerly. 

Harry took a breath and started to sing a song of sorrow and heavy heart. Singing always calmed Harry down, making him feel like the calm after the storm. Most of the time, Harry didn’t even know he had started singing because he would fall into a state of semi-consciousness, one that would make him feel one with nature, one with the gods on Mount Olympus and one with Earth.

Unknowingly, Harry’s melody had drifted into the wind and on to (Y/N)’s ears. She stopped her hurried walk and fell in love with the siren all over again. It only took her a millisecond to decide her fate and she was running back, holding her dress up from her legs and sprinting back down to the beach she had just been running from minutes before. It felt like an invisible string was pulling her, yanking her back in the water and to the siren’s arms. She didn’t care anymore though.

Harry saw her running, letting the last note of his song curl slowly from his lips. She stumbled through the water, doing her best attempt of trying to swim towards him before meeting being enclosed in his embrace and planting her lips onto his.

“Take me away.” She breathed heavily. “I never want to be without you, please, take me away.”

It didn’t take Harry any more convincing than that to turn around swim deeper into the sea. Though awkward, (Y/N) clung to the side of him, completely hypnotized by the voice of a siren she didn’t even know the name of.

When the island of Mykonos was only a dot in the horizon, Harry turned to (Y/N) and with a dazzling smile, breathed, “Are you ready?”

(Y/N) nodded, struggling to keep herself a float. “I’m yours, I’ll go wherever you go.”

With that, Harry took her hand and dived down. Immediately the water burned (Y/N)’s lungs, paradoxically making them feel like a growing flame. She coughed and sputtered violently but continued to follow the siren blindly deeper into the darkness. Her eyes refused to adjust, only seeing a blur of Harry’s tail and red and black blotches. Her head pounded, every cell in her body screaming for oxygen but she didn’t care to fight. (Y/N)’s love for the man dragging her deeper only heightened with each second and soon, she began to fall.

It hurt so bad that… it didn’t anymore. Her body didn’t struggle and became in tune with the wishes of her heart. She was peacefully numb. Nothing except her love mattered.

All movement stopped and before she knew it she was just floating in the empty ocean. Harry’s hand had disconnected from hers and suddenly, she had never felt more lonelier. (Y/N)’s last memory before she died was the siren’s lips on hers, kissing the last bits of her life away. He held the water in her chest with his kiss and watched her diminish.

“Who is he?” Honor asked, because Quinn knew everyone, no matter who they were or what they did.

“Harry Styles,” Quinn responded. “He’s a loner. Hides in the basement. Surrounds himself with recording equipment. His friend is Liam Payne. They’re one in the same, I’d say.”

Honor rolled her eyes; she didn’t recognize him. She had probably seen him around campus before, but he looked like any regular Joe off the street. 

“I dare you to flirt with him,” Quinn whispered suddenly, her eyes wide and smile malicious. “He probably never interacts with girls. Just you talking to him will probably give him a boner.”

He’s All That - a She’s All That AU
written for the allficcedup Favorite Movie AU Challenge

read it here

A dream that you wish will come true ?


idk, i think it wasn’t obvious what i wanted to convey with the first one… so i made a .. ?? thing.


I have………no excuse

to  all the people who want or even asked me to draw d@rsita:

i guess i need to explain smth real quick

hope u get it now

love,

the girl u never wanna ask “dRAW D@RSITA” ever again

outta my league → peter parker

♬ outta my league — teyana taylor ♬

❈ if i tell you, you belong to me, would you be mine, in reality? and not just in my mind. i’m so tired of being invisible, to you. ❈

(y/n) propped her chin in the palm of her hand, a prominent pout stuck on her lips. she pushed around a carrot on her tray with a plastic fork. (y/n) looked up for one second and that was all it took for her to pull her attention from the shitty cafeteria food.

peter parker. him and his friend ned found an empty table (surprisingly). they were talking, probably something important.

it was a consecutive routine. (y/n) would drool over peter parker and nothing would happen. she didn’t understand why she couldn’t muster up the courage to talk to him.

once the bell rang, the hallways flooded with students, rushing back to class.

(y/n) stopped by her locker before heading to quantum physics. she mentally prepared herself for the lesson, applying chapstick with the mirror in her locker and shoving a piece of fruity gum in her mouth.

(y/n) took her assigned seat. she thanked the heavens for her arranged seat. she was actually a desk away from peter parker. he was diagonally ahead one desk to her left.

“peter, you were absent last class, weren’t you?” mr. nova asked before the bell had even rung. peter cut his conversation with ned short with a nervous smile and a nod.

“alright… um, i’m trying to remember students who nailed the review- ah, (y/n)!” (y/n) blinked, holding her breath. “if you need help with the review, please, by all means, ask (y/n).” mr. nova’s eyes would occasionally land on (y/n), making peter look over his shoulder to peer at the beautiful, blushing girl.

“uh- i- okay! for sure, thanks mr. nova,” peter smiled as mr. nova placed the worksheet on his desk. when most of the students had found their seats and the bell rang, mr. nova instructed that it would just be a work day.

“there’s only four days until your grades are finalized,” announced mr. nova. “so, instead of piling on more work on you guys, i’ve decided that these next few days could give you a chance to show that you want a second chance.” he cleared his throat, raising his eyebrow at a select few of the pupils. “i won’t allow anyone to move seats, knowing no one would get work done. i truly want you all to do your very best without any distractions.”

the class fell silent. surprisingly, the class remained quite hushed. the occasional whisper or pencil sharpener being heard.

and there was (y/n) again. eyes glued onto peter parker as she rested her chin on the desk. she watched as he slightly stuck his tongue out as he scribbled his name at the top. she couldn’t help the smile that ran across her face. she admired the way he’d tap his pencil to keep his train of thought going. his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes scanned over the line he was on over and over.

peter sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“need help?” a warm and welcoming voice rang in peter’s ears like music. he turned and saw (y/n), cheeks slightly darker than her natural color.

“(y/n) i- sorry, you scared me. i-” he paused taking a breath. “sorry.”

“what are you apologizing for?” she giggled nervously, pushing her bangs behind her ear.

“i- i don’t know.” his shoulders slumped and he smiled anxiously, noting to himself that he had already screwed up. “so, i don’t remember this how to work this formula out. could you help me?”

she nodded her head with bright eyes. “yeah, of course.” her voice was low and soft. she sounded so delicate.

(y/n) had her palm propped on peter’s desk as she pointed at his paper, talking about the scientific equation. (y/n) would often flicker her eyes over to peter as he worked a part on his own, just with the little time she had.

“okay, i got it. thank you (y/n).” peter grinned at her while she gave him a shy smile.

that was actually the first time she talked to him without screwing things up. normally, she’d wimp out or end up a stumbling and stuttering mess.

the next lunch period, (y/n) sat herself in her usual spot next to a few of her friends from ap biology. they all knew of her obsession with peter parker.

“when do you think she’ll notice?” she overheard one of her friends.

“who notice what?” she assumed it was about her.

“harlowe stole your bagel sandwich.” olivea pointed out. quickly, (y/n) snatched her lunch back from the guy with a scold.

she stopped messing around when she saw peter walking beside ned. ned seemed to be ecstatic about something, while peter blushed, trying to shield his face with his water bottle.

(y/n) had been staring at peter for only half a minute until he finally looked up, finding the eyes he’d felt from far away. their eyes locked for a split second. the corners of peter’s lips curled upwards. peter was definitely happy to see her. and in a matter of moments, her eyes had trailed elsewhere. but not peter’s.

“she’s avoiding eye contact with you because she saw you look at her, stupid,” michelle informed with a dull tone.

“okay, i’ll look away.” he pulled away for the slightest second. “tell me if she looks my way.”

“she’s looking, she’s looking!” she exclaimed. peter averted his gaze to her for a slight second. she wasn’t even turned in his direction.

“really michelle?” peter just gave her a blank stare. michelle only snickered and shrugged her shoulders.

“why don’t you just talk to him?” olivea groaned.

“you don’t understand,” (y/n) frowned. her insecurities were eating her alive. “liv, you’ve never had to experience rejection. you were always accepted. everyone loves you.” envy was a bitch. “rejection is my biggest fear. and-” she exhaled deeply from her nose. she feared humiliation more than anything.

“maybe i can’t understand what you’re feeling,” olivea rubbed her back to help comfort her. “but i do know from experience that if you just sit here, nothing’s going to happen. is nothing better than something?”

“no, but-”

“exactly.” olivea nodded her head. “don’t sit around, waiting for nothing. do something about it.”

“i can’t. peter was crushing on a senior girl. why would he ever go for me?”

olivea shook her head. “(y/n). you’re not seeing the big picture. peter crushed on a senior girl. whom he went to homecoming with last year. she said yes. he probably didn’t even think she would, but she did. know what that means?”

“no, actually, i don’t. please stop talking in codes because i’m getting confused.” (y/n) slumped her shoulders.

“peter obviously was in the same position you’re in. he thought she was out of her league. but he gave it a chance and it went well for him because they went to hoco together. he messed it up because he left early, but honestly, the only thing that matters is that she said yes when he didn’t think she would.” olivea broke it down. (y/n) nodded her head with every bit of information she received.

(y/n) opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the bell. olivea, harlowe, and phoebe gathered their things while (y/n) stayed seated.

“think about it (y/n),” olivea said sternly before she started her way to class.

“oh shit,” (y/n) mumbled as she rode her train of thought. she had realized that there was probably no avoiding the situation. she had quantum physics with the guy and they sat next to each other. not to mention, she would probably see him in detention for the amount of truancies she’d received.

“welcome back to class.” mr. nova greeted the class. “congratulations, you’ve proved yourself worthy of a grade you deserve with the few days of make-up days. in which, i’ll return your days by giving you guys a free day. feel free to move around where you would like, but please make sure the volume of the class is reasonable.”

(y/n) sat still as she watch everyone rushing to stand up and move around.

ned made faces at peter. he would look at peter and then and (y/n) and frantically thrash is hands toward her. peter shook his head and ned nodded his head. ned spotted the seat behind peter was empty. so he’d be directly on the left of her.

“peter, don’t be a loser.” ned leaned in with a whisper. “talk to her, she’s just sitting there.”

“what if she’s sitting in silence for a reason?” peter retorted in a low voice.

“dude. you’re crazy. no one wants to just sit in silence by themselves.” ned shook his head as if it was the most obvious thing.

peter reeled himself back in his desk, forearms resting on top of his desk. he took a deep breath before peeking over his shoulder. sure enough, (y/n) had her eyes on him as well. once their eyes met, peter grinned before turning back to the front of the class. that must’ve been the boost of confidence he needed because he mentally prepared himself to sit next to her.

the sound of a loud, dragging desk interrupted peter’s thoughts and he looked to his right. there (y/n) was, pulling a desk to connect with his. peter couldn’t fight off his rosy cheeks.

“hey peter,” (y/n) smiled politely as she seated herself next to him.

the mars signs, basically
  • mars in aries: "u know what. FUCk everything. why doesnt life just give me what i want!!! life is so SLOW and BORING and i want ADVENTURE why can't things just HAPPEN MY WAY for ONCE!!!" *someone tells them to chill* "who tf are you??? are you trying to fight me????? ok i dare you FIGHT ME"
  • mars in taurus: *bad stuff happens* "lol im fine" *more bad stuff happens* "@ life are u trying to provoke me...try harder it aint working" *the worst thing that could possibly happen happens* "OK THATS IT IM AT MY LIMIT. THAT WAS NOT NECESSARY. IM SO MAD RIGHT NOW I CANT EVEN THINK WTF WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME. anyways im actually totally chill haha let me just suppress my feelings it'll be ok :)"
  • mars in gemini: "oh, i see! you think i'm wrong. i'm truly sorry to hear that some pitiful creatures like you find my beautiful mind so complex that you can't comprehend anything i'm saying. i'm sure that, for SOME people, it is indeed a bit too complex hahah lmao (:"
  • mars in cancer: "fine, whatever. u may have said something rude but it's ok im just gonna ignore that" *later* "that fUkcin bitch...i'll show them later, trust me. i'll just wait for the right moment and destroy them when they least expect it"
  • mars in leo: "??? did u just insult me or one of my interests ??? lmao first of all, HOW DARE YOU. second of all, YOU ARE WRONG. i am so beautiful and awesome and such a great friend and THIS is how u repay me??? i'm worth so much more than this. you are disgraceful. i am disgusted"
  • mars in virgo: "i hate everything. NOTHING is going right and i am FALLING APART. honestly i don't even remember the last time something good happened in this world. why are people always annoying me? why is school always annoying me??? why is LIFE always annoying me????? can everyone just STOP"
  • mars in libra: *someone points out that they need to get their life together* "bitch...what? i'm fine...what are you talking about.....my life is 100% under control!!!" *procrastinates everything* "wtf why do i have so much work??? i am dying under all the pressure i hate everything NOTHING IS UNDER CONTROL"
  • mars in scorpio: *on the outside* "okay you know what fuck you im so over this it's over" *on the inside* "i know all ur weaknesses, honey...and trust me, you will regret it. you think i'm over this but i'm definitely not lmao watch ur back"
  • mars in sagittarius: "wtf bitch i hate u, what do you think of yourself??? how dare u disagree with me and say rude stuff to me ugh don't talk to me ever again" *after like 8 minutes max* "omfg the other day i was listening to the duck song and i was thinking about how much you'd like it i mean i bet you've already heard it but it's absolutely hilarious u should watch the video it went viral on youtube hahaha" *someone asks if they've gotten over their anger* "what anger? ...oh thAT. lmao whatever who cares about that, have you heard the duck song?"
  • mars in capricorn: "yeah i'm pretty fucking upset right now, things definitely did not go the way i expected them to. anyways that's just life. i'm over it. i'm just gonna...try and distract myself.....and pretend nothing happened...because that'll help me stop thinking about my shitty life...probably"
  • mars in aquarius: *on the outside* "i guess ur right. maybe what ur saying is the right thing to do :) :) :)" *on the inside* "...excuse me hoe.....ur wrong, i'm right. u can't tell me what to do. i'm well-aware of what i'm doing, if u think i'm gonna listen to anything u tell me to do ur 100% wrong bye"
  • mars in pisces: *accidentally offends someone, someone asks why they're mad* "honestly i'm not totally sure why i'm mad. i didn't even know i was mad until you pointed it out. i mean there are the usual reasons for being mad...people are horrible, life just generally sucks. so yeah im probably just generally mad lmao no worries"

you know when your friend is having a breakdown and you’re tryna be there for them but you literally dunno wtf to say without sounding useless / cliche ??

  • Maryse: Okay so-
  • Alec: Oh sorry just got this text from my boyfriend, Magnus Bane
  • Maryse: Well we're going to-
  • Alec: Oh this is so funny, sorry just got a message from my boyfriend, Magnus Bane
  • Maryse: Izzy can cover the-
  • Alec: Wow my boyfriend Magnus Bane is so f-
  • Maryse: JESUS CHRIST SHUT UP I GET IT

anonymous asked:

do u ever just think about the fact that Ryan now has his very own show where he basically gets funded to search for the truth behind the paranormal like he's always been interested in, gets basically freedom to choose what to investigate AND his show is arguably the most well-received at BuzzFeed and just........fuckin cry???? Ryan Bergara deserves the best and I'm so happy for him honestly ......

i think about it every damn day thanks

anonymous asked:

This will sound very stupid. I see a lot of people on Tumblr who has OCs and they're pretty cool. All of them are artists and draw then there's a little text that explains about how they are. Now I can't draw and I don't write. But I really wanna make an OC but I feel like it's easier to draw them first and then write the characters story. How do you write/draw your OCs? How hard is it? U think I should just go for it and write whatever? Honestly I'm not really sure what I'm even asking here.

It’s not stupid, don’t worry! I think everyone has their own way of creating characters; some like me start with a drawing and then come up with everything else, because appearances usually really inspire for a story; some has a clear story in their mind, but haven’t yet figured the appearance. I know people who only have description in their head, but search for artists and writers to help embody their character.

Whenever I draw someone random it’s always quite easy for me to find out what they do and how they are. Since it’s YOUR characters, you can go with it however you like! Even a messy not quite there doodle can help a lot, or a crappy no beta test writing.  Definitely go for it!! Don’t stress too much, creating OCs should be fun and stressless experience. They don’t even have to go with a full figured story!