i tried where is my gold star

anonymous asked:

Hey do you know where I can get room decor for my dorm but nothing too expensive? I really can't afford to drop $50 for one thing at urban :/

target and online websites like dormitup (never tried this, but heard good stuff) and also I use this online shop that have some of my fav things

throw pillows:
good vibes pillow || gold accent pineapple pillow  
cactus pillow || books and coffee pillows

tapestry:
blue boho || sun and moon
dream catcher || stars || mandala

bedding:
mandala || flowers 
floral || paisley 

random:
string lights || organizing baskets
cordless desk lamp || snowflake shaped lights

Been a slow year for me, especially art-wise. I noticed I did mostly studies this year, most of which I didn’t bother including and almost half of the ones in this are wips. However, I was glad to have had at least one piece to post per month : 3 on to 2017!! Happy New Year everyone!!!

anonymous asked:

Can you do a rinharu drabble where Haru gets thick af after he has a kid and Rin can't take it

Read it on Archives: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11060487

(Not much of a RinHaru shipper, so let me know if this was good. I struggled with it for two days so I at least want a gold star that says “you tried”.
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“Haru…are those my shorts…?”

There isn’t a verbal response to his question, just a glance over a shoulder and a partial shrug, Rin watching as Haruka turns back to the pot he was stirring over the stove while also paying ample attention to the piece of mackerel searing next to it.

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She has these dark dark brown eyes, and at sunset, they turn to molten gold.

She’s a star in disguise, and she chooses the least conspicuous time to let it show.

She stares back at that fire with all her light and she breathes a little easier because it takes a lot of effort to hide all that brilliance all the time.

We shouldn’t know she’s so divine, so she waits until the world’s aglow like the horizon was set on fire and then she burns.

Oh, she burns like you’ve never seen!

She tries to keep it secret, but she isn’t fooling me.

I know where she came from.

I know she’s my sunshine.

—  Me
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doodles of kudakano’s Street Love fic! , I can’t describe how much i love it, the kind of story that goes straight to my guilty pleasure list oh my god. 

I actually wanted to draw the scene where tadashi and his vespa going through the dark alley, but probably later. Also that one time when gogo took off tadashi’s hat and messed up his neatly combed hair is a pure gold . I TRIED to depict tadashi’s CRIMINAL WARDROBE only to fail miserably and turned him into a k-pop star instead. 

RIP hiro’s pillow

kpopdashi bonus

Ps. please read this fic

Notes by A.Wölf: @the-stuttering-kiwi has a gift for you, Hiddlestoners. ;) Enjoy.


TITLE: Good Girl

Original imagine: Not sure, this was just floating around my brain
PREVIOUS CHAPTER: None
AUTHOR: the-stuttering-kiwi
NOTES: I hope my ignorance on this type of relationship doesn't offend anyone!!!!

You know that old saying, “wrong place, wrong time”?  I used to think that was bullshit.  But now, from my nest of self-loathing I call my hotel room, I am starting to see some truth in it.  I mean, maybe I was stupid to think that running into Tom Hiddleston by chance after the worst six months of my life would turn out to be a good thing. 

Even after we hit it off and he offered me a job as his personal assistant, I thought that my husband of seven years leaving and our house burning down in a freak accident I had stuck gold.  I mean, how could the stars align with such bad luck, only to hand me enough money to go abroad and do some serious soul-searching and land myself in Tom’s favorite café where we happened to frequent at the same time nearly every day.  How did I manage to pick my trip for the same time he was between movies and taking a well deserved break?  The angels were certainly singing in my favor when he sat down across from me.

“It was your broken heartedness.” He tried to explain, months later, when I was drunk and wanting an explanation as to why he chose me, a girl from nowhere.  He tried to explain that he saw some kind of beauty in it—but at the time I was way too drunk to care, all I had heard was my name and beautiful in the same sentence, spoken by that glorious mouth that had just been on my most intimate places just moments before.

Drunkenness is what started this whole mess, my husband coming home—drunk—telliing me that he had fucked my then best friend and that he was leaving me to be with her.  Needless to say they had split just as I received the papers that the divorce was final and I zipped up my suitcase.  Drunkenness is what made my fall into bed with my employer, call him things what in the sober light of day made me blush a furious shade of scarlet.

Drunkenness was what made me submit to Tom Hiddleston completely.

I may just swear off drinking forever.

Back then my only concern was that I didn’t want whatever this relationship was to interfere with work.  I mean, if I forgot to have his trailer stocked with his favorite sweets because I was too busy answering emails and setting up interviews, did that mean I didn’t get to orgasm that night? No, I didn’t think so, and thankfully neither did he.

Work and play he called it.

This meant no one knew about our little arrangement, aside from the fact that our hotel rooms were always right next to one another and always were ajoining rooms—he was able to come into my room anytime he wanted, sometimes when I was sound asleep waking up to his fingers tracing my spine and whispering filthy things in my ear.  There was no hesitation when I rolled over and opened my legs for him.

Oh, how I squirmed when he called me a good girl—even on the bad days when filming seemed like too much work or the screaming fans just wouldn’t take a hint and all he needed was a good fuck to relax I was more than happy to oblige—being used by him was not necessarily a bad thing.

Drunkenness is what made me go to bed early from a party the actors were having, they just finished the scene that plagued them for days and they finally got it, large amounts of alcohol was consumed that night. I told Tom goodnight and our little phrase that meant that I would leave my side of the adjoining door unlocked.  He nodded in agreement and went back to flirting with his gorgeous co-star.  That was one of his weaknesses flirting.  He did it with everyone and at first it was hard to overcome but after a while I started to over look it, I mean, it was me he always crawled into bed with.

But that night I didn’t hear the door creak open or his soft footsteps pad across the plush carpet as I feigned sleep, wondering if he would wake me up or just crawl on top of me and fuck me awake or he would think so anyway.  That night I heard his hotel room door open and close and his quiet chuckle and the light sound of someone else.  I couldn’t breathe as I heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing mingled with moans and the sound of someone getting fucked against the wall.  I sat up and put a shaking hand against the plaster and drywall to feel the vibrations.

“Such a good girl.” I heard him murmur and she sighed in response, like those four words made her world spin like they did mine every night. 

I heard the tell tale grunt of pleasure as he emptied himself inside of her or at least that’s what I imagined. Once the sounds died down I stood on numb legs and locked the door to his room.  Called down to the front desk and requested that no one come and clean my room until I called to say otherwise.  I schedule a text to be send in the morning warning of my possibly food poisoning or stomach bug and that I would be out of commission for a few days as I didn’t want to get anyone else sick.

I closed the curtains tight so the sun couldn’t peak through and then I crawled back into bed. 

That was almost a week ago, or I would guess, I haven’t checked my phone and the only tell tale signs that time is still moving is the drone and hum of people moving out in the hallway going about their lives.

That and Tom knocking on the door, begging me to answer and open the door, “Like a good girl”.

I’ve heard people say a million times, not to make decisions in the dark, especially decisions that affect your heart. I of course never listen to anything, not my brain, not my name, not the news, or even you.

You took me by the hand and I felt okay but you were too drunk to even speak my name, but you asked me about my poems and which ones were for you, and I couldn’t speak, and I didn’t know what to do; but I told you I loved you, and your eyes listened, and I stared up at the sky and my eyes glistened, and then you kissed me into the mass of stars and my heart moved faster than a race if cars, and I wondered what your mother would say if she knew where you were, and I thought about the time when I swore you were no good, but then your lips were on my neck and I almost wish your hands were on my throat.

It was so cold and the sky was filled with smoke, and the fire was gold, and I couldn’t see your eyes even if I tried, and your best friend told me you were wrong for me, but I let my lips find the parts of yours that tasted like every world people used to warn me, and I collapsed into you like a sandcastle by a shore, but we were out in the woods and we couldn’t even close a door; and I guess that’s a metaphor for our openness, but I never thought it would feel like this.

I thought I’d never get to escape but that night WAS my escape, and in three months I’ll no longer be your problem, but I swear to god that I still fucking wanna. Still wanna be the one to rip out the stitches and be the one to numb the pain, but I never thought your heart would be a game, where I found my prize between your lips and you found safety with your hands on your hips, and I lied when I said there was only one poem, but you lied when you said you understood me. Because the fact that you kissed me, proves that you never even knew me.

—  confessions that I shouldn’t be sharing with the world.