i think you just answered your own question there

anonymous asked:

Papyrus, what's your favorite food?

it’s great to see such a wide variety of questions on this fine day.

A-aren’t they all just the same one?

with enough creativity you can get a fresh answer out of even the most inane inquiries!

W-well, maybe, umm, to spice things up a bit…

We should ask our OWN questions.

okay. let me try.

sans, what’s your favourite food?

G-guys!

SHOULDN’T I BE ASKING YOU THAT??

BUT FINE!

HMM…

I THINK I LIKE UPDOG BEST.

snRKT-

updog? that’s so overrated.

it pales in comparison to the taste of bouphadize.

THAT SOUNDS MORE LIKE A MEDICINE!! YOU’VE FAILED!

i feel as though a medicine would be necessary to recover from your bad jokes.

Ooooh! Buuuurn!!!

anonymous asked:

So I think girls are usually waaaay hotter than guys and I like looking at them more but I would never date a female. (I mean, sometimes I don't even find my boyfriend hot but he's the best guy in the world.) Idk, I'm just wondering your take on this.(Could I be bi? Am I just straight? The answer doesn't really matter much because in the long run I like whatever I like (most likely straight.) I was just wondering. (I'm a girl, btw)

It sounds like you’ve answered your own question ^^
It’s normal to see others as being attractive without actually being attracted to them, it could be that you just relate to female aesthetics more than male aesthetics. It doesn’t sound like you have a romantic attraction to women, and from what you’ve said I can’t say you have a sexual attraction either. So it seems like you’re monosexual from what you’ve told me :3
With love,
               Bi-Positive.

You’re Kidding // Spencer Reid x Reader

Request Prompt:  Where the reader is pregnant with Reid’s baby but she doesn’t know how to tell him and then she accidentally lets it slip and it’s magical 😊

Requested by: Anonymous


You paced back and forth that morning, your bare feet finding comfort in the soft carpet underneath your toes. You kept looking at it, staring at it. It was there. It wasn’t going away. And neither were the previous other two that looked exactly like the one in your hand.

“You’re kidding, right?” you asked to no one in particular. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t even think, much less fully process what was happening at the moment.

“Holy fuck,” you finally breathed out as you stared at the pink plus sign. “This is happening.”

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✧ ( SHAMELESS SENTENCE STARTERS.

warning: triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence, offensive subjects, offensive behaviors. please read & reblog with caution.

❛ And what exactly does “hooked up” mean? ❜
❛ It’s like a car wreck… you can’t not watch. ❜
❛ What’s that smell? It’s either vomit or fancy cheese. ❜
❛ There is no God. We’re all gonna die. ❜
❛ The hell? You’re supposed to negotiate! ❜
❛ If you’re looking for money, I don’t have any yet.  ❜
❛ How do you feel about metal splinters to the eye? ❜
❛ Are you up-to-date on your rabies shots? ❜
❛ I don’t like that you’re getting hurt on purpose to make money. ❜
❛ You’re kidding me? You’re actually serious about this shit? ❜
❛ You’re kinda growing on me. ❜
❛ Wanna see how fast I can unhook your bra? ❜
❛ You make my life a living hell and I want you out of here now. ❜
❛ Half of the world has penises, why do people get so upset about seeing them? ❜
❛ You’re nothing but a warm mouth to me. ❜
❛ I think I’m depressed. I’ve been feeling kind of funky lately. ❜
❛ I never said it was yours. You just wanted it to be. ❜
❛ Wouldn’t be the first time somebody’s disappointed me. ❜
❛ I don’t mean to be an asshole. It’s just… genetic. ❜
❛ Fuck you is what you were invited to. ❜
❛ I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of pussy you’d be in juvie. ❜
❛ I want normal people problems. Like, am I getting enough fiber? ❜
❛ Hey, I think I just insulted myself. ❜
❛ Hey! What the fuck man! He’s/she’s dead! ❜
❛ Oh, could you be a little more vague? ❜
❛ You came all the way down here to talk about my pubes? ❜
❛ How the fuck do you not have a gun? ❜
❛ Sure you’re ready to pop your armed robbery cherry? ❜
❛ You should have seen your face. ❜
❛ You don’t know who you messed with, bitch. ❜
❛ You fuck with the bull, you get an ass full of horns! ❜
❛ I’m not used to having people yell at me all day long. ❜
❛ I have this friend. I think you two might really hit it off. ❜
❛ I’ve seen you put out after the first drink. ❜
❛ You know, I’d hug you but neither of us would like that. ❜
❛ I don’t get why just don’t use her/his face for target practice. ❜
❛ I want a fucking lawyer motherfucker! ❜
❛ You’re covering your own ass and you know it. ❜
❛ You know I used a condom. ❜
❛ Do you know where I can buy a gun? ❜
❛ You think you scare me? Bring it, bitch! ❜
❛ I’m starting to get fucking homicidal. ❜
❛ I will make this kitchen my bitch. ❜
❛ They’re having a party for kids across the street. No booze. ❜
❛ A shrink at school says I’m one of God’s mistakes. ❜
❛ I believe the answer to that question, like the answer to most questions, is fuck you! ❜
❛ Did the two of us finish an entire gallon of box wine the other night? ❜
❛ I can’t handle anything up my ass without alcohol! ❜
❛ I’d be crying right now if I wasn’t so high. ❜
❛ I’m not my dad. You hear me? I’m not my fucking dad! ❜
❛ I would never do half the shit that you’ve done to us. Why are you even here? ❜
❛ Even the homeless get better stuff than us. ❜
❛ I am just as likely as anyone of this family to make something of myself. ❜
❛ You want to get shit faced in the middle of the day.  ❜
❛ You have no money yet you’re going into a grocery store. Interesting. ❜
❛ Let’s go get drunk and buy a gun. ❜
❛ It’s a shame when someone you love gets taken away, isn’t it? ❜
❛ If this is a relationship you wanna save, then you gotta fucking save it. ❜
❛ Off to deal drugs on a Saturday morning? ❜
❛ I’m probably biased, you deserve better than him. ❜
❛ If you don’t get out right now, I will shoot you. ❜
❛ Still don’t want your family to know? ❜
❛ Did I mention that I’m falling in love with you? ❜
❛ You can’t feel a persons headache by touching his head. ❜
❛ Are you robbing me with my own fucking gun? ❜
❛ How can you tell when you’re in love with someone? ❜
❛ Is that supposed to be some kind of insult? ❜
❛ I’m done living the way other people want me to live. ❜
❛ I think I was trying to prove something, not to you but to myself.  ❜
❛ If it wasn’t sex then what was the problem? ❜
❛ What do you want me to say? That I’m self-destructive? ❜
❛ Random destruction makes you think of me? ❜
❛ I haven’t abused marijuana like the rest of you, so yes I remember. ❜
❛ Your turf? What is this West Side Story? ❜
❛ All I’m gonna be thinking about while you choke me out is how much I love you. ❜
❛ If I don’t invest in myself, no one else will. ❜
❛ It smells worse than a dead hooker’s ass in there. ❜
❛ I don’t wanna be me anymore. ❜
❛ Why would anyone go to the zoo sober? ❜
❛ I’ve had so many abortions the next one is free. ❜
❛ I’d trade my left nut for one more hour of sleep. ❜
❛ How do you do that? The nice thing? ❜
❛ I’m sick of living in your shadow. ❜
❛ I never thought I’d say this but you were right. ❜
❛ Where can I get knives and blunts? ❜
❛ I can’t share a room with someone in constant state of arousal! ❜
❛ I’m sneaking antibiotics into his toothpaste just in case. ❜
❛ I got tasered for like a second and I crapped myself. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen you put on deodorant before. ❜
❛ I haven’t had a drink for two days…well granted I was unconscious. ❜
❛ I’ll be in the bushes across the street stalking you. ❜
❛ Is there anything more enjoyable on earth than humiliating your peers? ❜
❛ I need to buy a gun. For protection. In case there’s a shooting here. I’m scared. ❜
❛ It’s my job to tell you when you’re making a huge mistake. ❜
❛ Have you ever woken up naked in the street with no idea how you got there? ❜
❛ You’re either boning or you’re waiting to bone. ❜
❛ Doctors are thieves, they just have degrees to keep them out of jail. ❜
❛ You want me to be realistic? Okay, I’ll be realistic. ❜
❛ I confided in you and you told everyone. ❜
❛ I have no idea what that means but I’m enjoying trying to picture it. ❜
❛ I never made any fucking promises to you! ❜
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tv meme: nine female characters » cj cregg [5/9]

“You know what? I’ve spent the last 14 hours being snickered at by United States Senators, being ostracized on the World Wide Web, having my own colleagues question my ability to do my job, and I let it get to me. So, I don’t think it really matters whether I’m gay or straight or just the best damn women’s basketball player in Ohio Valley history, no one should be treated this way.”

Communicating With Deities


How do I communicate with my deity?

How do I know if a deity is trying to reach me?

How can I tell if my deity accepted my offering?

How can I receive messages from my deity?

The topic of communicating with deities is the question I get asked the most so I figured it was time to give it its own post. Especially because this question doesn’t have an easy answer.  It’s not as simple as learning to give an offering or how to devote yourself to a deity. There’s no step by step, made for everyone and every deity, guide to communicating. Its ultimately something you have to figure out yourself, though I can offer some help in ways to go about figuring it out. But first I want to clear some things up about communication with deities. I feel there are a lot of misconceptions that surround it and I also need to explain WHY it’s a topic I can’t give you an easy answer to. So let’s get to that!

  1. Faith- So I’ll admit that the obsession that a lot of people have with communicating with their deities confuses me. When I started I didn’t really think much of the hows of interacting with Aphrodite because I, just like with any other religion, assumed that I had to have faith that Aphrodite was listening. I feel like a lot of people are missing that, like being a Hellenic Polytheist means you have constant, consistent, and direct messages from the gods, but that’s not the case. Faith is still an element and honestly it remains an element even when you have been devoted for years. You’re not always going to get confirmations on things you do or ask, actually most of the time you don’t. You just have to have faith they are there and listening
  2. Tumblr - This point is directly related to the first point. I believe that a lot of the misconceptions of communicating with deities and even the obsession with it has a lot to do with our community here on tumblr. I’m not here to accuse anyone or point any blame. I’m not even saying that people are lying or exaggerating. I just think because of everyone sharing their wonderful experiences it’s creating an image of communicating being a natural part of a devotee’s everyday life with their deity. I mean maybe it is for some, but not all. Honestly, a lot of what you are looking at on tumblr are snapshots of worship. Maybe that devotee received an AMAZING sign or message from their deity but perhaps that was the first one in a few months. The truth is, just like with most aspects of our lives, we like to share the fantastic on social media, so don’t take everything you read as the “normal” or the “standard” of devotion. The truth is there really isn’t one and definitely not one for communicating with deities.
  3. Skills - It’s important to keep in mind that communicating with deities can be seen as a skill. And just like with any skill there are those who are “naturally gifted” and others who have to practice practice practice in order to see any results. This is also a reason why you shouldn’t look to others’ experiences as the way it works for everyone. They could be one of those naturally gifted people who are just born tuned into the god frequency or they could also have been practicing and doing a lot of work to get the point where it’s easier to receive messages. So those of you starting out shouldn’t automatically think you will begin getting signs and messages right away, it most likely will be something you have to work towards.
  4. Deities Communicate Differently - A big reason it’s nearly impossible to say how or if a deity is communicating with you is because they do it in different ways. The way Aphrodite and me communicate may not be the same way she communicates with another devotee. A lot of it depends on the devotee. We each have a way of communicating that we will be more receptive to, whether you know it or not. Your deity might know that and choose to use that form, even if you haven’t exactly figured that out yet (fun, right? lol). A deity also may choose a way to communicate depending on the message they are trying to send you. They could also pick a way simply because they find it amusing and/or ironic (i’m looking at you, Hermes). It’s really hard for someone on the outside to tell you for sure how your deity is going to interact with you specifically. I can’t speak for the gods and I can’t speak on your personal relationship with them. Again, it’s something you have to journey through and find answers to yourself.

Now that the bad news is over with, how about I give you some good news? As I said above, I can give you some advice/tips on ways you can figure out how to communicate with your deity yourself. Remember this is a process, a journey, it’s not a faucet. Doing one of these things isn’t going to automatically start the flowing of messages. Just keep that in mind! Now onto the list!

  • Divination - Probably the most popular form of communication with deities is using some form of divination. There’s A LOT to choose from so do your research and see what calls out to you and give it a try! Some examples are tarot, oracle, runes, pendulum, scrying, bibliomancy, shufflemancy, just to name a few.
  • Meditation - I strongly recommend everyone try meditation because there’s a ton of benefits to it and one of those benefits is connecting with your deities. Not only can you receive messages and signs while mediating, the act itself opens you up to be more receptive in your everyday life!
  • Astral Travel - This is another popular method used to communicate with deities. Many people talk about not only receiving messages from their deities, but also full on interaction with them. Make sure you do your research before attempting it! It also may help to practice meditation first.
  • Dreams - Okay so this is one of the easier ones on the list to do. Basically start recording your dreams and see if you notice anything either popping out at you or that’s repeating. Sometimes your deity may just simple show up like “hey, what’s going on? You dreamin?” but other times they aren’t that obvious (why would they make it easy on us?). Recording your dreams is a great way to notice patterns because sometimes it can take multiple dreams to get a message. This applies to the universe as well. Like it took me a good chunk of my life to realize that when the universe wants me to pay attention it throws an abundance of something in my dream, where I’ll be like “shit thats a lot of elephants!” and then another dream years later “What is with all these fucking spiders!?”. Keeping a dream journal makes it easier to notice things like that. You can also ask your deity to appear in your dreams if you so choose (of course whether they do or not is up to them). Also if you’re into it you can use herbs and stones to better receive messages in your dreams and to remember them when you wake up.
  • Journaling - Anyone who has been a follower of me for awhile can probably tell you that my answer for most things is “Keep a Journal” and they are probably eyerolling me right now, lol! But I really believe in the benefits of journaling because they are abundant! I won’t go into all of them because we are talking about communicating with deities and damn it I WILL stay on topic! Just like recording your dreams, recording your waking life can help you spot patterns and possible signs that you might miss otherwise. If you’re like me and interact a lot with your deity through emotions and feelings, journaling is truly wonderful! You can start making connections between actions and your emotions that could help you better understand your deity. I also recommend doing this even if you choose to do one of the other ideas listed above. Recording your progress and your emotions is great for looking back on and seeing how far you come especially in those moments when you feel like you haven’t done much. So yeah, everyone keep a journal!
  • Open Yourself - So those of you who are witches don’t really need much explanation on this and honestly you might have already started on this one, but for the sake of those who might not know let me explain. There are different ways you can better open yourself up so receiving messages can be easier. Using certain stones, burning certain herbs/incense, using oils, casting spells, doing rituals, etc. There’s a lot you can do to help open yourself up to the universe! And these aid a lot in the techniques above!
  • Talk To Others - I know what you’re thinking “Wait, didn’t you say that looking at what someone else does is part of the problem?” Yes, i did, but it can also be helpful as long as you find the balance! Seeing how other devotees of your deity interact with them can at least give you ideas and a direction to go in. The key is not to compare and to not see their devotion as the “one true way”. Think of it more as a brainstorming session!

I just want to add that this post is my own personal opinion and personal reasons why I feel I can’t answer questions of this topic. I hope this post was helpful to those of you who took the time to read it!

Meme credit goes to my hilarious, wonderful and talented wifey @nerdywitchmomma 

| Trapped | Peter Parker

[permanent + peter parker tag] : @momosakaki-san



You laughed.

“Shut up.”

This only made you laugh harder.

Peter narrowed his eyes at you, the brow above his left eye twitching in irritation. You tilted your head at him in mock innocence.

“You okay, Spidey? You seem to be a little…tied up.

“Don’t.”

“It might even be a-”

“I swear to God-”

“-sticky situation.”

He rolled his eyes at you from his position on the ceiling, shifting again in his bonds. Somehow he had managed to trap himself up there, webs racing across his skin and leaving him defenseless to your ridicule, gluing him to the roof. Gravity brought his chestnut locks dangling from his head, his wrists stuck to his sides and leaving him unable to free himself.

“How did you even get there?” You rose an eyebrow. “Actually a better question: how did you get caught in your own webs?”

“That is a question to be answered for another day,” he deadpanned at you. “Now would you so kindly get me down.”

“I don’t know…” you hummed, lip twitching upwards as you tapped the side of your chin. “I didn’t hear a ‘please’ in that sentence.”

Peter groaned.

“I’m waiting,” You grinned.

“Y/N,” Peter literally whined. His cheeks tinted pink as you simply put your hands on your hips before covering your mouth in a deliberate yawn.

“I’m not getting any younger over here,” you mused. “In fact I think I might just head on home. There’s a special on Netflix…”

Peter said something so quiet it was only a mumble.

“Hmm..?” You puckered your lips.

“….please,” He muttered again. You had to restrain an unladylike snort.

“What? S-sorry, I can’t hear you?” You frowned, cupping your ear.

“Please,” he repeated, louder this time.

“One more?”

“I will throw you out the window.”

“Alright, alright!” You chuckled, grabbing a pair of scissors from the dresser. “If only because I’m afraid of all that blood rushing to your head if you stay upside down any longer.”

He puffed his cheeks out at you as you climbed up onto the table, glad the roof was low enough for you to reach. 

“Okay I’m going to cut you loose on the count of three,” You gave him notice. “One-”

Snip.

A loud crashing noise.

“You said three!” Peter moaned frustratedly from the ground, trying to get his bearings.

“I know,” you said smugly. 

Peter frowned before a mischievous light sprung in his chocolate eyes, an expression you were familiar with. One that meant trouble.

“Uh, Pete-”

Before you could properly get his name out, the world was spinning and there was a smirking mutant on top you, his eyes lit with deviance and a smile promising trickery.

You squeaked and tried to push him off but found that you no longer had jurisdiction of your hands, your wrists tied together with the same bondage he had been in a few moments ago and stuck to the floor above your head.

When had he even-???

You squawked indignantly in disbelief.

Peter!”

His lips split in a boyish smile, revealing pearly whites. 

“You seem to be in a sticky situation, Y/N,” He contemplated. A flush traveled up your neck and flooded your cheeks as he smirked. 

“And I don’t think I’ll let you go,” His lips brushed your jaw as one of his knees pressed between your legs. “Until I hear you say please.”


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MasterList] 

They met at a dog park.

Which is weird in and of itself because a) Dean hates driving dogs in his baby; b) it’s not even his dog; and c) He’s still pissed at Sam for skipping out on him and their dad only to come back with a dog sized golden retriever he named Bones of all things. Jesus, Sam, you’d think you’re have a little more imagination considering you hid from one of the best damn trackers for two weeks only to name a dog after something we see every day. 

Dean sighed to himself. All that and he still has somehow found himself on pooch duty in some dog park in the middle of Illinois of all things. 

“He is limping.” Dean turned to the sound of a gruff voice coming from right behind in. 

“Yeah well, he’s old.” His comeback was coming out before he got a good look at the guy he was talking to. 

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stylesunchained  asked:

How about we talk about the moment Harry asks you to stop taking/using any forms of birth control? He's ready to make a family with you and he's noticed the hints you've been dropping lately and he knows you'll only go forward with this if he's the one to ask you so he comes home one day and asks you to stop using prevention and please, love, give him a baby.

…How about you shut up? 

Alright, fine, let’s do this.

(I love you.)

“Maybe we don’t need it anymore.”

You let out a squeak, because he’s practically on top of you. You’ve just rolled over and away from him to reach into the drawer of the nightstand to take your pill after your alarm had gone off to remind you and he’d… not exactly lunged, but he’d done a funny sort of heavy flip-flop on the bed to chase after you and now his outstretched arm has covered your own which is fumbling for the package in the drawer. 

You don’t really know what to say, cause you’re not *really* sure what he’s on about, but he’s squeezing you, and rubbing up against you, and nuzzling your neck and cheek, and not playing fairly at ALL. So forgive you if you’re a little distracted. 

“Harry, I need my pill,” you exhale, curling up a bit when he kisses your earlobe pertly. 

“N’yeh’don’.” The words slur together with his lazy, early morning drawl and you swallow hard. 

“I *do*,” you insist. 

“S’no good,” he counters you again. “How’re we supposed to make a baby f’you’re popping them pills every day? Hmm?” 

It takes the courage of thirty to say those words but he covers his nerves by kissing your cheek. 

“Can’t make a baby if you’ve got those pills,” he reasons. “So you can’t have those pills f’you want a baby.”

“Do you?” Your question is fragile and the thirty whose courage he had stolen have fled and taken some of his own strength with him. All he can do is nod against your neck, shy suddenly. 

“Please…” he murmurs, breath hot on your skin. “I want a baby, love… can we have one?”

You think you can detect his words trembling with something just shy of fear, but when you lace your fingers with his, abandoning the package you’d been seeking, he has his answer. 

“We could practice,” you whisper like it’s a secret. 

“We could, yeah.”

You don’t –  not yet – but by whatever good fortune you’ve been graced with… it turns out you don’t need much practice at all in the end. 

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Derek Hale was a complicated person. He felt detached from the world for a long time, his wolf was desolate and lonely because he had no pack or family to live his life with. Then he met Scott and his awkward friend Stiles who in turn brought more people into a very unlikely pack. Then his eyes met yours, Liam’s older sister who was studying to be a medical nurse, and his world changed. The wolf perked up and turned its attention to you.

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“What do you take me for?” Viktor scoffs.

Chris chuckles. “Well, it is you.”

“Ok, fair,” Viktor admits with a soft huff.

There’s a pause on the other end before Chris asks, a touch hesitantly, “What’s going on? What changed your mind about owning a persocom?”

Viktor’s not sure what to say – mostly because he’s not entirely certain of the answer. It’s not like I said I’d never need one, he thinks, I just… didn’t need one until now.

“…Are you lonely, Viktor?”

“I’m not you, Chris,” Viktor deadpans.

More chuckling. “Wow, nice deflection there, handsome. But really, is this what it is? I’m not judging, if some artificial company helps you out of this funk you’re in, then more power to you.” Chris pauses again, as if building to some deeper, more personal question; Viktor tenses. “But–”

“I just thought it’d be good for Makkachin,” Viktor interupts. And that’s the truth, isn’t it? It’s why he’d bothered to carry the thing back to the hotel with him. He sighs inwardly. “Y’know, for when my vacation’s over. That’s all.”

After all, Makkachin will need someone around when he’s back on the ice.

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"If she is crazy. Then I am crazy too" (Draco Malfoy)

A/N:Yayyy!! My first Harry Potter fandom imagine! I hope this lived up to the expectations.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin reader
Warnings: None that i’m aware of.

All I was doing was sitting in Potions when I heard two girls behind me talking.
“God have you heard what she is saying?” I heard a certain Pansy Parkinson say.
“No! What?” The girl next to her said.
“That she is dating Draco Malfoy. Oh my merlin she has clearly lost it. Draco Malfoy would never date her.” Pansy said.
“She has definitely lost her mind.” The girl next to her said.
I don’t understand. Draco and I had been dating for five months. But know one think that we are. I’m not crazy. I mean him and I had been quite secretive because i didn’t really want to attention to myself and he already had a lot of stuff on his mind.
“Miss Y/N, can you please answer the next question” Professor Slughorn asked as he pulled me out of my own thoughts. I hear my housemates behind me giggle.
“The last two ingredients are a Squill bulb and a Occamy eggshell.” I said.
“Very good.” He said.
Just then class was over, I picked up my books and shoved them into my bag. As I was leaving the room Pansy stopped me.
“You may need to check your head. Draco would never date someone like you. You don’t even deserve someone like him…”
“Actually you should check your head darling. I think the fumes from Potions today made you delirious.” I interrupted.
“You ugly little witch. You better back off. He is mine and you will never date him.” She said as she pushed me against the wall.
I don’t understand why people just don’t believe me. I ran to the Slytherin common room and of course who i wanted to see was sitting next to the fire reading a book.
“Draco” I said in tears.
He immediately jumped up throwing his book down.
“What’s wrong darling?” He said hugging me.
“They think i’m crazy because I said you and I are dating. They don’t believe me.” I said breaking the hug.
“It’s alright. I will prove to them. Just sit down. Do you want a drink?”
“No i’m okay.” I said as I placed my head on his shoulder.
I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to Draco telling me it’s time for dinner.
We walked into the Great Hall, hand and hand. He looked directly at Pansy and said “If she is crazy. Then I am crazy too, because I love Y/N.”
Out of no where he kissed me.
“I love you.” He whispered in my ear.
“I love you too” I whispered back.
The look on Pansy’s face was priceless.

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combined two requests.

Anon requested: Can you please do one where the reader is short (like 5'2), a bit chubby and curvy, and has SUPER small hands, but is insecure about those things, but that’s what Reid LOVES about her and she gets really upset about it one day and he just explains to her that he thinks she is beautiful and great etc.:

another Anon requested: Can I request a plus sized reader who is uncomfortable with herself and Spencer isn’t having it because he thinks she’s beautiful? I recently found your page and fell in love with it!:

first off thank you both, i hope this meets your expectations. (: i am so so so so so sorry this took so long my loves. i wish it was longer but that seemed like a good place to end it. (pls give feedback thank u) 

Originally posted by toyboxboy


You were laying on the sofa with Spencer, his arms around you as you were on top of him. A movie played on the tv before you, but you didn’t pay much attention to it.

You were absentmindedly twirling your hair around your finger. You shifted so that you weren’t on top of him anymore, instead sitting at his feet as he was spread out on the couch.

“What are you doing? Come back,” he pouted, opening his arms for you to move into. You smiled sadly, shaking your head. You didn’t trust your voice. 

But, try as you might, you couldn’t hide much from your boyfriend. He was an FBI profiler for the BAU. It was a given that he could tell when you were upset or angry.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He swung his legs over, sitting next to you on the couch. Spencer gently used his fingers to tilt your chin towards him, so you’d have no choice but to look into his eyes.

You let out a sigh. Today you just weren’t feeling well, was all. You felt a little more insecure than usual and you couldn’t decide if you wanted Spencer to hold you closely against him or stay as far away from you as possible. 

“Y/N,” he said your name expectantly, wanting an answer. 

“I feel kind of..” you gulped as you struggled to find the right word to describe your feelings, “off.” That was the best you could do.

“Off?” he questioned. He took your hand in his.

“Insecure.” you blurted it out quickly, as if saying it fast would change the fact that you said it at all.

Spencer clicked his tongue. “Come with me.” 

You both stood up, him leading you to the bedroom by your hand. You gave him a very confused look when he told you to sit down on the bed, but did so anyway. You questioned him multiple times, “what are you doing?” to which he just replied, “you’ll see.”

“Alright,” he started, kneeling on the side of the bed, “what are you feeling insecure about?”

Your cheeks reddened, and your voice was choked up when you said, “Spence, I..” How the hell were you supposed to answer that?

“Y/N. Breathe.” he said. He held both of your hands tightly in his own. “It’s only me, okay? I just want to know what you’re thinking.” Spencer was staring at you with such intense concentration that you averted your eyes. You tended to do that quite a lot. If someone was giving you their full attention, you were suddenly very aware of their eyes on you and felt like you if you didn’t look at them anymore they’d stop looking at you.

“I just,” you began, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes but not caring anymore, “I feel self-conscious. I’m so short, and I’m definitely not skinny, and my hands are so small. I hate it. I’m not comfortable in my own skin.” At this point you were crying as you rambled.

“Sh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Spencer shushed you as he pulled you into him to cry into his chest. “Lay back.”

You felt so exhausted that you didn’t question him or argue. You laid down on the bed, your head on the pillows as you looked with curiosity at your boyfriend. He hovered over you. His eyes scanned your face for what felt like forever. 

“Did you know that your height is one of the things I love most about you, physically? Like, when I get home from a case and you’re waiting at the door for me and I hug you, and you just fit so perfectly with me. And that I can rest my chin on the top of your head.” He said it fast, as if he absolutely had to get it out.

“You’re just saying that.” You said, but your cheeks were a shade of pink and your lips held a small smile.

“I am absolutely not.” he said firmly.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Spencer shut you up by leaning down and pressing his lips against yours in a feverish kiss. He pulled away after a minute, breathless.

“Did I mention how much I love your lips and your mouth?” he winked. You smacked his arm jokingly, “Stop it,”

“No, never.” He kissed you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth as your lips moved in unison.

When he pulled away again, he kissed down your neck and across your collarbone. “You said that you weren’t skinny, but that doesn’t even matter.” he muttered, getting lower with each kiss. He kissed down your stomach, your hip, and your leg on one side, then came back up to kiss your cheek. “Your appearance says nothing about who you are.”

Tears silently slid down your face. He brushed them away with a small smile gracing his lips. “You take care of yourself, I love you.”

You bit your lip. “I love you too.”

“And you said you have small hands.. but I love the size of your hands.” he said it as if it was a fact. As if it was impossible for you to think that.

“They fit into mine, just like this,” He held your hand in your own. 

“My love, never think you’re not good enough. I know me loving you doesn’t change how you view yourself, but I’m going to help you however I possibly can.” Spencer meant it, you knew he did. And that’s why you loved him so much.

“You’re so beautiful.” he told you, before capturing your soft lips in yet another kiss.


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oeklesen  asked:

probably stupid question but how do artists get popular on tumblr? everyone says "just post what you draw" but i don't think it works. :/

Homie, you came to me with an answer on your own hands. It does work, but it simply takes time! Just like everything else art-related. It won’t happen overnight, maybe not even within a year or two. That’s it.

Before I start, the following text is not targeted at anyone and I do hope people won’t take it the wrong way. Moving on…

Here is a quality rant considering the topic by Viria, please read. I strongly support this view. 

Here are some other truths to consider:

  • People stay for a) the quality of art, b) the content/themes provided
  • If the content isn’t appealing to them in any way they simply won’t stay
  • unless it is truly visually interesting, newcomers won’t be curious about your original art/ocs/whatevs
  • Are you painting for yourself or the audience?
  • Thirsting after things is painful, don’t do it
  • The quicker the fame comes, the faster it goes away

If you thirst for the popularity™ here is a quick tutorial:

  • join popular fandoms with large fanbase and draw things you think the audience would like to see - fanarts, popular ships, funny comics etc.
  • try going viral with them? especially comics I guess?
  • offer free requests, free doodles and stuff like that,
  • asks blogs for characters from tv shows do miracles,
  • literally advertise yourself? ask for promos?

On a less ironic note:

  • be active on other social media - especially DA where you can submit your art to groups (people do not come from tumblr alone),
  • you might wanna have tag/blog for your art only,
  • interact with people, don’t ever think you’re superior/better/whatever
  • don’t thirst for attention, draw for yourself, time will pass and you won’t a) care, b) notice it
  • make sure your art is worth of people’s time; study, improve, work for it

Td;dr: Give it time.

An Unexpected Valentine (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by she-who-nailed-it

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day! I love and am so appreciative for every single person who follows this blog. I am so incredibly lucky to be able to write for you, and I hope you enjoy this little writing! As always I am very grateful for likes, comments, and reblogs, and please send in your requests!

Warnings: None other than adorable Hogwarts!Newt fluff!

You were in your fifth year at Hogwarts, and you had never had a Valentine. That is not to say that you hadn’t been on dates or had boyfriends before, you just never had anyone to share that one day with. To be honest, you were quite over the idea that love should be reserved for one day a year. You thought that the people you loved should be shown and appreciated every day, and you began to resent the ridiculous expectations of the day.

A week before the dreaded day that made you sick to your stomach, you were spending time in the Hufflepuff common room with your best friend Newt Scamander. Truthfully, you had a huge crush on the adorable, creature-loving Hufflepuff, but you refused to risk your friendship for something so silly and uncertain. You were cuddled up with Newt’s newest find, a small baby niffler, by the fire, lazily reading a muggle book you had read at least 5 times before. Newt sat across from you in an armchair, seemingly engrossed in his latest rental from the library, this book about mermaids and their various abilities. 

You looked up at your friend, feeling his eyes on boring into your skull. You gave him a questioning look, but he looked down, a blush rushing across his freckled face. You turned back to your book with a small shrug, bringing the niffler closer to your body. 

You felt his eyes on you again, and without looking up, stated, “Yes, Newt?”

You heard him change positions before his voice came, “Nothing, (Y/N).”

You closed your book, looked at him and smiled sweetly, “Newt, if you keep looking at me, I’m going to keep asking if something is wrong, so you should just tell me now and we can avoid another 3 rounds of questions and answers.”

Newt blushed again, looking away and sighing. He briefly made eye contact with you again before continuing, “I think we should do something on Valentine’s Day. I know that you detest the holiday, but I was thinking that we can have our own celebration, perhaps an ‘anti-Valentine’s Day’ day.”

You gave a small laugh, and Newt quickly added, “No, you’re right. It is a dreadful idea. I apologize for even suggesting-”

You cut him off, “Newt, I think that sounds lovely. You know I adore spending time with you, and you’re the only person I could imagine being with on such a joke of a day.”

He gave you a large grin before he pushed himself off of his chair, exclaiming that it was time for bed. He gently picks up the niffler from you lap, placing the creature on the armchair he just vacated before holding onto your hands, guiding you up. You blushed as you held on just a bit longer than you had to, quickly stammering out a goodnight before heading to your bed.

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anonymous asked:

How do you structure facial and body anatomy in a way that's cartoon-y, but still looks… right?

Well, a good understanding of anatomy is important because you have to know the rules before you can break em, but honestly it just comes down to basic shape and exaggeration. 

There’s a really simple lesson when you first start looking into character design:

These three different shapes are coded to tell us different things about a character. A lot of disney villains have a lot of sharp angles in their designs (Scar, Dr Facilier, Maleficent) whereas the princesses are pretty much all built out of circles. Exclusively. And dad characters and Business Types are so often squares. So working with these super simple shapes, you can start to code a character.

Like, to me, Hazel is very round, Frank is a great big ol’ rectangle, and I picture Leo being a little more scrappy, with sharper angles in his design because he’s… you know. Leo.

You can break anything down into the basic shapes it’s made out of, once you start looking for them. And when you start exaggerating them to build the figure, you get a cartoon-y look:

And when you take the shape you’ve made and black them out, they should each be a unique shape that’s recognizable as that character:

I still have a lot to learn. If you look at Jason and Percy, they’re pretty similar in body shape. The only real difference is hair shape and the fact that Jason is more Chris Evens and Percy is more Chris Pine. Piper is also underdeveloped because she’s just sort of… a basic lady shape. And there’s nothing wrong with that. but compared to Annabeth’s pronounced hips and Hazel’s pear shape, Piper’s design in this state is less interesting. But Frank and Leo are the most distinct in the lineup, because they don’t match anyone else’s shape. 

(And for the record: I literally started drawing thick black shapes and filling them in. No undersketch. Just erase when the shape is wrong and try again, like painting. It’s easier to discover shapes and you can have more spontaneity that way!)

I know that doesn’t really answer your question but that’s how I’ve been thinking about characters lately! Start with a shape in mind and remember what those shapes say about the character. And try to keep it relatively proportional, haha.

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Zayn looks so sad recently whenever we see him... And when will they give him a break? He's constantly doing pap walks in front of gigi's apartment like goddamn im so tired for him... But he do really looks sad. :( Thanks for your answer lovely!

Well I think you answered your own question. Put yourself in his shoes.

The ho strollin’ in front of Gigi’s is a soul sucking business obligation. In real life, even if Zayn were actually dating Gigi, he would have learned to use the service entrance/exit or a private entrance/exit by now. That is, if you also really think paps just spend hours at Gigi’s on the chance that Zayn might walk out. If you were Zayn, you might be annoyed that people think you’re too dumb–or too thirsty–to do any better than this

Meanwhile, the garbage press is constantly pushing your significant other’s beard and shady baby.  And if YOUR name is mentioned along with your s/o’s (or bandmates), it’s usually in a shady official narrative pushing kinda way.

Also, you recently released a single and video and your team actively sabotaged it and then tried to create rumors and drama that would cause you to be blamed by many for their deliberate inaction.

Would you look happy with all this going on?

oreo’s klance fic recs #5

All the fanfictions are completed, some may have NSFW content (please check the tags!)

* are personal favorites :)

Where The Lions Roam by Mytay 

“ … tell me why Blue is making the moves on Keith.”

Pidge stared at him, a touch incredulous. “You really haven’t figured it out?”

“Pidge. I am very intelligent, but I am not a genius,” Lance said patiently. “Spell it out for me.”

“Well, you just sort of answered your own question,” Pidge said, snorting. “Your Lion is making the moves on Keith — and by ‘moves’ I mean responding to your abject terror whenever Keith is in danger.”

Objects In Motion (When Unbalanced) by Mytay *

Lance and Keith are constantly being mistaken for a couple. Lance is highly offended. Keith is quietly outraged.

Pidge decides if she can’t have peace, then she can write an epic scientific dissertation on the romantic failings of two exceptionally dense paladins.

try if you can by aknightley **** (super fave)

Keith has liked Lance for so long that you’d think he’d be used to this by now.

"Oh my god,” Shiro whispers incredulously. “You’re ridiculous.”

Keith doesn’t even want to know what expression is on his face for Shiro to say something like that, but he can’t help it.

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GUYS OH MY GOD so i knew what scene that gifset i was just wilding out over come from but i couldn’t remember the context (other than ed talking to harvey) so i went and found it and GUYS. guys. i think we just got the MOST UNFILTERED LOOK at how ed felt about oswald you know, pre-….um…..All The Bullshit This Season. GUYS. that eyelash flutter is him thinking about ~*~mr penguin~*~ im just. THANK YOU FOR THIS LITTLE GLIMMER OF YOUR INTERNAL GLITTER OVER OSWALD COBBLEPOT, ED. THANK YOU.

like seriously, try to make an argument that face means anything but him thinking about oswald (he’s on oswald’s side, the face is a direct answer to harvey’s question, harvey just doesn’t know that) i mean sure ed’s on his own side now too and free of the GCPD and all but HIS EYELASHES FLUTTERED AND HE BROKE INTO A HUGE GRIN THAT’S GAY AF ED THANK YOU