i will consider my dream fulfilled

So while writing “Talk to me” and “Stay with me”, I spent quite a lot of time thinking about why Izuku of all people was the one who give Toshinori his will to live back – since we have seen quite a lot of people worrying about Toshi before, telling him to tone it down, to be careful, take care of himself. Reminding him that he could – would – die if he kept going. It wasn’t them that change his mind, though, but Izuku.

And then I remembered that one post I made some time ago: All the people we have seen being close to Toshinori are co-workers in a sense. Be it nurse, sidekick, former mentor or policeman – all the people around him where those who worked together with him, who worked with All Might.

Toshinori’s mindset seems to be something along the line of “I’m only worth as much as I can help other people”. As long as he is a hero, as long as he can help, save or protect people, he is useful, and he will continue to do so until he dies. And even if – when – he dies, everything that matters to him is that there is someone who can take over where he ended, someone who can be Number One and give people hope and protection.

Toshinori spent the last six years not fighting his fate, or lamenting about it, but 1.) continuing his job as a hero and 2.) making sure that everything was set up for his death. He took up the job as a teacher to make sure that he would find a worthy successor, one who could carry on his work, and on top of that, to make sure that the system of heroes will stay strong and full of capable heroes that could serve society.

If that was made sure, he was okay with death, because then, All Might would no longer be needed. It wouldn’t matter if he died when he had begun to be useless and when there were others who could be of more use.

He probably convinced himself that those worried about him where just worried about what could become of society when they lost their pillar. Didn’t let himself think about the fact that they were worried because they would lose a dear person and friend.

But then, Izuku came into his life. At first, he could have pretended that the boy needed All Might, the hero. Once he died, Izuku would just have to either be strong enough to make it without him, or there would be others – Aizawa, Gran Torino – to take care of him. After all, Izuku’s wish had been “To be just like you”, right? Like All Might.

But here comes the twist. Because Izuku literally didn’t stop looking up to him, not even after he had found out about his true appearance and persona. Sure, the boy was surprised, even shocked at the revelation that his hero is not some invincible, always smiling being and could – has been – injured so terribly.

But afterwards? Izuku’s respect and adoration for All Might – and Toshinori – didn’t falter. No matter if the hero wasn’t as hero-like and invincible as he had thought, or not the best teacher, Izuku didn’t stop wanting to gain the Toshinori’s approval, didn’t stop to adore him. He hung onto every word, rose up to meet the high expectations the man had of him time and time again (surpassing them, even), and risked his own life for him, too.


Izuku didn’t only care about All Might, or what the hero could do – he cared about Toshinori, too, and that a great deal. He made it clear more than once that he couldn’t stand the thought of losing the man. That he needed him, not only for being a supercool hero, but also as a mentor, friend, father-figure or whatever it is that he considers Toshinori.


I’m not saying that the others, friends and co-workers, never did that, but when it came to them, Toshinori would be able to brush it off as “They don’t want to lose All Might”. Izuku? Nah, that boy wouldn’t let himself be brushed off like that.

Izuku basically silently said “Hero or not, you’re important, and you can’t die, I need you, I want you to live” over and over again, through actions and words alike.

It was probably a really slow process, considering the low self-esteem Toshinori seems to have about his non-hero persona, but Izuku thinking him worth living and needed, coupled with the fact that Toshinori wanted to see his student rise to fulfill his dream and become a great hero, was most likely what gave him his will to live back.

And once again, those two break my heart, gosh darn it.

the dreamer.

i am forever falling in love with the utterly unattainable: people who will never acknowledge my existence, cities that will never embrace me with gentle arms, things and ideas and possibilities that are so ludicrous they may as well be considered fairy tales. upon realizing the avaricious desires of my heart, i can come only to one conclusion: i am eternally doomed to live a life just on the cusp of fantasticality. i am destined to stare out windows and dream incessantly, to have a plethora of wishes that will never be fulfilled. i will evermore have the light of unreachable stars dancing in my eyes and the beats of songs i cannot write pulsing in my fingertips. there is no hope for me; i am but an elusive dreamer, and i am afraid that that is all i will ever be.

tonight’s episode of SNL = everything I never knew I wanted
  • Kristen Stewart came out on live TV
  • “Totinos” = basically lesbian Twilight, in which a three-minute sketch had more gay content and sexual tension than any film Kristen has ever done (yes, even the Runaways)
  • Kristen was legit hilarious, hit all her lines, showed she has comedic timing
  • Melissa McCarthy as Sean Spicer!! !!
  • Cold open & the White House sketches were on point - as good as they could be considering they’re reflecting unbelievable current events
  • Kristen as Gisele Bundchen
  • Kate McKinnon silently cheering on Leslie Jones in the Family Feud skit
  • By far one of the best episodes of 2017 so far, if not the best.

On a personal note… I’ve literally had a crush on Kristen Stewart for >10 years, since before I knew I was gay. I watched the Twilight movies with my friends because I secretly thought Bella was hot. So this episode fulfilled at least 3 different dreams. Any ladies out there who share these feelings, please raise your hands.

From a very young age, well before I was even born, I was taught to be oppressed by men and boys and I was taught to sacrifice myself for their peace. I was taught to not eat the last piece of cake because they were hungry even after gulping down the whole cake. I was taught to give up on my dreams just to fulfill theirs and I was taught to be quiet, to not utter a word against them, for it could bruise their fragile egos and I was taught to mumble when I should’ve been shouting, I was taught to bow down when I should’ve been rising. I was taught to let it go and walk away because they were stronger than me or at least they were to be considered stronger.
Well not anymore. I refuse to burn myself to keep them warm, I refuse to give up pieces of me like I am just a piece of meat. I refuse to bend my knee when I don’t deserve to do so. I refuse to apologize for their mistakes and I refuse to give them credit when they don’t deserve it.
—  I am not saying that all men will degrade you, but oppress the ones who try to oppress you // JustScribbledWords
From a very young age, well before I was even born, I was taught to be oppressed by men and boys and I was taught to sacrifice myself for their peace. I was taught to not eat the last piece of cake because they were hungry even after gulping down the whole cake. I was taught to give up on my dreams just to fulfill theirs and I was taught to be quiet, to not utter a word against them, for it could bruise their fragile egos and I was taught to mumble when I should’ve been shouting, I was taught to bow down when I should’ve been rising. I was taught to let it go and walk away because they were stronger than me or at least they were to be considered stronger.
Well not anymore. I refuse to burn myself to keep them warm, I refuse to give up pieces of me like I am just a piece of meat. I refuse to bend my knee when I don’t deserve to do so. I refuse to apologize for their mistakes and I refuse to give them credit when they don’t deserve it.
—  I am not saying that all men will degrade you, but oppress the ones who try to oppress you // JustScribbledWords

anonymous asked:

If Brandon lives, but like in the latter part of your meta(which was amaaaaazing) it had been kept secret until Ned married Cat then who does Brandon end up marrying after he is released and things calm down? Or does he marry at all?

Thank you so much!

To answer your question, he almost definitely marries. He’s the rightful Lord of Winterfell and (presumably) Warden of the North,  so I think it very unlikely he goes unmarried for long. The who is harder to answer. With Rickard dead, does the Southron Ambitions plot matter? Was it something Brandon was aware of, and if so did he care about it? He was apparently less-than-keen to marry Catelyn (though we’re getting that from an old lover; Barbrey might be lying, or misremembering à la Sansa, and even if she was telling the truth Brandon might have said so just to mollify her), and it could be said his distaste for the match, if indeed he had one, was in part because Cat wasn’t appropriately Northern. In my opinion it’s more likely he didn’t want to marry Cat or anyone else because it would mean more-or-less keeping to one bed.  

But regardless of his desires, duty would force him to marry sooner rather than later.  With Cersei married/betrothed to Robert, and Catelyn and Lysa married to Ned and Jon Arryn respectively,  I’m not sure there are many eligible maidens from major southern houses for Brandon to consider, even if he wanted to fulfil his father’s dream of uniting the North and South through marriage. 

Which I doubt he would. For one thing, it’s far less necessary with Aerys off the throne. The Arryns fought alongside the Starks in the Rebellion, and Ned has already bound Stark to Tully through his marriage to Cat  (though as a side note, I’m curious what Hoster’s reaction to all this would be. His eldest daughter has now married a second son in place of the promised heir, meaning she would be the lady of no more than a small Northern holdfast…if that. Hoster was an ambitious and proud man, after all, and that would be a slight, unintentional or no). With Robert sitting the throne, backed by the Starks, the Lannisters, the Tullys, and the Arryns, the Southron Ambition plot would be pretty much null even if Rickard wasn’t dead. 

Now if Arianne was a bit older that might have been an offer worth making, though Doran would almost definitely not agree to it anyway; by the time Arianne reached an age for betrothal, Brandon would almost certainly be married, and Doran’s plans long decided. However, if word of Brandon’s survival reached a certain grieving lady at Starfall, it’s possible said lady does not resort to throwing herself into the sea. In that case, I think it’s likely Brandon weds Ashara Dayne, which would probably be a personal choice as much as a politically advantageous one.

Otherwise, there might be a Tyrell in there for him to consider.  More likely he marries a daughter of one of his vassals, as most Starks did before him. Hell, maybe in the end Barbrey gets her way after all. 

anonymous asked:

even catching isak singing to disney or some song like the time when there in the kitchen and isak says about the hashtag thing because even liked he gabrielle song. even doesn't let isak live the moment down 😂 cue even teasing isak

This one was so cuteeee. I chose the song I did because it is my all time favorite disney song and I truly think that Isak would know it by heart. (And I wrote all the damn lyrics by memory because, fuck yeah!)

I hope this is similar to what you wanted!


Isak tries not to let the sweet feeling of victory consume his very being.

See the thing is; Isak never wakes up before Even. It just doesn’t happen. It doesn’t matter if Even’s manic or chill or whatever, he just naturally has a damn internal alarm clock that wakes his ass up while Isak is still in snoozeland.

Except, that is, for today. Cue Isak’s victory dance.

It’s not usually a thing he gets haughty about or bothered by at all. How could anyone get upset about your boyfriend waking you up with breakfast or kisses (or a blow job like yesterday morning, thank you very much Even).

But sometimes Isak has visions of cooking Even breakfast. He has visions of waking up to Even’s delighted grin- happy that for once, Isak was the romantic one. Isak was the one who made some grand gesture of his undying devotion. Or whatever. Isak’s not fucking sappy, alright?

So with Even snoring softly next to him as Isak had woken up, he scrambled out of the bed, adrenaline and recipes already running through his mind. (Did they have oranges for orange juice? Did they have eggs- of course they had eggs, dumbass. But what about bacon? And peppers- Even loves peppers in omelets. Ah fuck, did they have the cheese Even likes?)

The answer, thank god, was yes to all of the above and Isak was content that the morning was running smoothly.

On the kitchen counter, just to the left of the stove, Noora’s IPod sat unassumingly hooked into Eskild’s speaker system. Isak peeked down the darkened hallways, considering the chances he might piss off one or both of them if he borrowed it.

Eh screw it.

He flicked the Ipod on and put it on shuffle, figuring Noora was cool, she’d have some decent music, right?

The first song was alright- Black Eyed Peas, I’ve Got a Feeling. Not his first choice, but he could jam.

Isak cracked the eggs, cursing when a piece of shell fell into the mixture. But it’s alright, easily fixable mistake, so he pressed on. He whisked the eggs, throwing in some salt, chopping up peppers to throw in for Even.

Then the song changed.

Let’s get down to business
To defeat… The Huns

“Fuck me,” Isak murmured, “Fucking Disney.”

But also.

Mulan was a fucking kickass movie. Isak considered the song for a second, letting memories of his mom sitting Isak down on the couch in the mornings before breakfast and putting it on for him, laughing and clapping as he pretended to fight Huns alongside Mulan.

Isak poured the egg mixture into the pan, realizing almost right after that he was mouthing along to the words.

Isak glanced behind him. The hall was silent, no lights were on…. no one to see him if he decided to…

“You’re the saddest bunch I ever met,” Isak sung along, adding a bit more salt and moving his hips along to the song, “And you haven’t got a clue, Mister I’ll make a mannnn out of you.”

Okay so spoiler- he really loved Mulan. Even throughout his teenage years, Mulan was probably the one movie he didn’t feel too terribly guilty watching. It just- it wasn’t as gay as liking, like, Beauty and The Beast or Snow White or something. She was literally a bad ass! She wielded a sword and had a pet dragon! At least she didn’t wait around in a tower waiting for true love- what was so gay about liking Mulan?

(Isak flinched, knowing he had used those exact words to defend his choice in movie to Jonas on his thirteenth birthday. Jonas, of course, had barely even blinked, settling himself down to watch it with him.)

Isak grinned at the memory and turned the volume up a bit, feeling too happy to care how dumb he felt punching the air in time with how he remembered Shang doing it in the middle of the song’s movie scene.

“I’m never gonna catch my breath,“ Isak slurred, probably butchering the fast English lyrics but fuck it, he was having a good time, “Say goodbye to those who knew meee.”

Isak flipped the omelet, adding cheese in between his increasingly passionate solos (which fuck yeah, he still remembered every damn word to the song.)

“We must be swift as a coursing river- With all the force of a great typhoon,” Isak couldn’t help but chuckle as he stumbled on the pronunciations of some of the words. “With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the mooooooooon!”

Isak grinned and spun around, riding the last note out.

Even was right there. He was right fucking there.

Isak yelped, nearly knocking over the hot pan of food with the force of his stumble.

“Easy there,” Even said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the kitchen’s entry way, “Please don’t stop. I’m enjoying the show.”

“Oh my god,” Isak whispered, righting the pan and turning off the heat. To Even, “How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough to want to discuss your love of Mulan,” Even chuckled, the crinkles by his eyes so pronounced, the size of his smile almost blinding, “Now how are you going to nag me about liking Gabrielle, when you’re a closet Disney lover.”

“Oh, baby,” Isak said before he could help himself, “I’m not a closet anything anymore.”

Even snorted, walking further into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around Isak’s waist, “Mmhmm. So do you have any more songs up your sleeve? Maybe some Pocahontas? Or a Whole New World? I’d love to hear you sing some Little Mermaid.”

Isak rolled his eyes, “Shut up, I don’t know all of those- just Mulan is a decent movie.”

“Oh Isak, dishonor on you,” Even said, pulling away, “Mulan is so much better than a decent movie.”

Isak felt his grin widen, “Can you sing along to all of the songs?”

“What- you think Gabrielle and Nas are my only party tricks?”

“I think that if you were any more of a nerd, I might need to buy you a calculator- or sign you up for Math Club or something.”

“Says the one who was literally dancing in his socks and underwear to Make A Man Out of You.”

Isak had no response to that, so he tilted his chin up and looked at Even from under his lashes. Even’s lips quirked at the familiar gesture, gracefully fulfilling Isak’s request for a kiss.

“Shang and Mulan were to best Disney couple,” Isak said, when they parted moments later.

“Yeah, but, Shang was kind of a dumbass, wasn’t he?” Even couldn’t help but lean in to brush their noses together, “All of the other couples had these grand sweeping romantic gestures. ‘You were my dream’ and whatever.”

Isak laughed, “He told Mulan she fought well- that was his version of an ‘I love you’, I think. That’s about as romantic as it gets.”

Even considered, before pulling out of Isak’s arms. “Did you make food?”

Isak cursed and turned around, pulling out a plate and sliding Even’s omelet onto it. It was a little browner than he would like from being left in the pan, but it would do.

He presented the plate to Even with a shy grin.

Even accepted the plate and looked down at the food. The most peculiar look came over his face and Isak was half afraid that he had made it wrong or something. But Even grabbed a fork and took a bite, grinning at Isak the entire time.

Isak shifted, tilting his head, “Why are you staring at me?”

Even shook his head, smile not dimming even the slightest bit. “Hey Isak? You fight good.”

Star vs: Bon Bon the Birthday Clown Theory Starco and Jarco

I think we can all agree the latest episode of Star vs was very stressful considering the conflict between Starco and Jarco shippers.

The episode did seem to lean towards Starco becoming a reality but it also involved a sort of fulfilment for Jarco fans through the kiss and I just want to say my point of view.

Really sorry if this is badly written this is my first time doing a theory thing.

So immediatly after watching the episode Starco shippers jumped on the fact that the blood moon Marco sees over Jackie’s shoulder was half meaning that Star is Marco’s other half.

But the blood moon is always half when we see it. Apart from in Marco’s dream which we will get back to later.

The appearances of the moon all coincide with specific circumstances:

1) No one is in shot with it/ Marco is in shot with the blood moon

We never see the blood moon with anyone else apart from Marco. Maybe because he was the lead when dancing with Star under the blood moon, but I’m not sure.

2) Somebody is stressed out about something

At the start the brief appearance of the blood moon then followed by Tom might hint that he’s worried about being rejected by Star again (not completely sure about this one), Marco being worried for Star going with Tom alone, Star and Marco having an argument about how Marco doesn’t think she should go, when Star comes back and they have an argument about Marco’s behavior, Marco’s dream, and Marco seeing the blood moon over Jackie’s shoulder (Blood Moon probably signifying a loved ones turmoil: Star)

Whenever the blood moon comes on screen everyone freaks out because it is linked with conflict.

It makes sense that Marco is the character most seen with the blood moon since he is the character in the show most prone to freaking out, but the fact that it never turns up when Star is there shows something contrary to what we all believed.

I think the blood moon is an indicator for when Marco is worried/ stressed/ whatever negative emotion you can conjure up.

The words of the demon guy right before the dance “When the light of the blood moon grovels down and selects two lucky souls binding them together for eternity, in its hynotic, ruby, brotummmm” is referring to a intense bond between two people being brought on by the blood moon shining down on them.

Also the words of the captain in Star’s room “Blood moon tonight. The moon, of loverrrrs” I know it heavily hints towards the blood moon being romantic.

No not hints, it straight out says it.

But “loverrrrs” could also refer to people that Marco loves. He loves his parents, he loves his friends, he loves Star, he loves Jackie. I do accept that Star is attracted to Marco but at the moment I think Marco only sees Star as a friend who needs help and sees Jackie romantically.

My point is that there are different kinds of love and we shouldn’t rely on random paintings of Captains to tell us what Star and Marco’s relationship is. Because even I don’t know yet.

I don’t think Star and Marco’s relationship is anything particularly perceivable as just “they think each other are cute so they date” they are bonded by the blood moon, they probably have some kind of magical destiny to save the universe together, they could change the course of reality that’s how powerful this relationship is that we literally have no idea where it’s going to go because it’s so much bigger than we can conceive.

In Marco’s dream the blood moon is full, and going with what I said earlier about the blood moon linking to Marco’s stress, this is the most stressed out Marco has ever been about something and he’s afraid when it realates being left behind by his loved ones.

Star isn’t there though.

So they have such an intense bond that Marco feels that there is no doubt that she will continue being his friend (which is wonderful honestly bless their relationship whatever it becomes).

Jackie and Marco’s relationship is big too though. Big for Marco, since he’s had a crush on her for as long as he’s been in school and he’s never liked a girl that has liked him back. So this is big for Marco and we should let him have this.

Right now I feel like Star needs to sort out some of her feelings about how things are going between Marco and Jackie (maybe talk them out with Janna; one of my ships which I blame @spatziline for, check them out they’re great omg) before she can go into a relationship with Marco because if they do start dating we want it to be as natural as possible, right?

So this was just me making some points about things; not dismissing either ship cause they’re both great ships.

So uh I hope I didn’t bore you too much and please no one decide that I’m trash-talking a ship because I really really am not.

you know you’d think that of all people on the planet i oughta know that marriage as a concept can never truly fulfill me or make me a better person if i don’t wanna be and you’d think that if anyone would be detached enough to truly consider relationships from a healthy perspective it’d be me

but noooooo see that would make too much sense

and i can’t even be a bitter feminist and give up on men and marriage as a whole because i know it’s bs and makes no sense and the smallest sniveling part of me is still bitterly clinging to my childhood dreams with all my might but the rest of me says that i will never trust anyone ever again, and even if i did i’d just become their monster and i don’t ever want to make anyone as miserable as my dad has made me.

scrollingdown  asked:


oh my gosh no but what if he actually does it while dreaming, like he goes to bed and wakes up in the cargo bay of some space ship somewhere like thinking he’s dreaming until he eventually realizes he’s awake, which would probably be pretty difficult considering I imagine his dreams tend to be extremely realistic thanks to his powers

so like the space au cast probs think he’s weird in the head because he keeps talking about how ~ it’s all just a dream ~

Your lips are the sweetest flavor
One touch is like liquid sugar
I always desire more
The touch is like velvet
At the next meet it becomes silk
The longer they meet the more bold they become
My full heart beats against my rib cage
The butterflies rise to my chest
They burst through when I look into your eyes
As my fingertips touch your body I shiver
Every brush ignites my inner most instincts
The primal part of my soul that desires you
That knows I need you
I get goosebumps just considering caressing you
My spirit longs for your presence
My skin wishes for your kiss
And when my dreams are fulfilled I am high
And in that high I am euphoric

madoddthings  asked:

52, 2 , 36 please sir😁

52. something i’m talented at
Hunting (both with a gun and bow)

2. what would you name your future kids?
If it’s a boy, Lane. Girl? Lily.

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?
1. Own my own farm
2. Go hunting in Colorado
3. Stay sober/clean for the rest of my life (that’s considered a dream, right?)

lacommunarde  asked:

29, 36, 56

29. favourite film(s) 
Pirates of the Caribbean - the Curse of the Black Pearl (the sequels made me gradually fall out of the fandom entirely, but the first one?`Huge soft spot in my heart. Which reminds me, I’m considering going to see the new one friday.)

Baronessen fra Benzintanken, Strit & Stumme, Midt om natten - good, wholesome Danish movies to grow up on - especially Midt om natten. Very wholesome.

Dogma. It’s been ages since I watched Dogma. Why has it been ages since I watched Dogma? Boondock Saints, Pride, the original French Taxi (not the remake, stay far away from the American remake)

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill? 
Getting a book published - admittedly, actually managing to write a book might be a handy first step for that one. Visiting the US - which I had thought I might do this year, except I decided to postpone that for a bit. Maybe next year (and until then, Bali - and apparently Paris.). Oh, getting a cat - moving to a place that allows pets might need to come first with that one.

56. favourite food(s)
Hmm. Boller i karry the way my mom makes it (I’ve almost got it, except it’s never quite curry enough.). Confit de canard. Oh, and I’ve got a soft spot for fondue - not the cheese sort, the oil and meat sort.

Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day

Originally posted by crying-ren


*clears throat*

I’ve never thought I was going to be a writer. Yes, you heard that right. Never.

As I was reading through all of the fanfiction I was always amazed with how well the writers were capturing the characters, how incredibly great they were describing the worlds that only lived in their head. Their stories help me on a daily basis: fluff and smut make me smile, angst also makes me happy as I consider my problems not as big as those featured in the fics.

What can I say? I knew that it takes a whole lotta work to write but I only understood how much exactly when I started writing.

Right. But why did I do that? 

There are a few reasons and, ommiting the fact that some idea just decided to jump into my head and bug me forever, someone encouraged me to do that. Someone told me that, yes, even though it’s difficult it’s worth a shot. 

That person was @bringmesomepie56. She had my back when I thought I’d never finish that piece. And she’s the person that I should thank ‘cause, if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be a writer now. I love you so, so much, Arie <3

Okay, and now let’s get on with all the other amazing personas (and, before you ask, I higly advise you to follow all of those people). Under the cut, ‘cause I’m gonna talk a lot.:

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Sexual Adventure *One Direction One Shot*


The end credits of the movie rolled and one of the boys turned on the lights. “Well that movie was good,” Liam said stretching his arms out. “You’re not going to bed are you?” Louis asked with a slightly pouty look on his face. “Well I was. Why do you have something else you want to do?” Liam asked. “We could play a game,” Louis said looking at me and the other boys. “Like what?” Zayn asked curious. “I don’t know,” Louis said suddenly. He looked off onto the distance dramatically trying to think of something, “Truth or dare,” he shouts bouncing a little. Instantly I freeze truth or dare with these boys is dangerous they were very cheeky even Liam who is usually so respectful. This game brought out their demon side and they always tried to embarrass me by asking about my sexual encounters or my sexual fantasies which in most cases involved them. It wasn’t a secret I had hooked up with each of them at some but that was a bit of a given I was the only girl around them some times and I didn’t mind they were all exceptional. I never did anything with any of them when they were dating though so don’t go assuming I’m some home wrecking whore. I’ve also never hooked up with more than one at a time I don’t really think that’s something any of them would be up for. Except for Harry that is he was always willing to try something new. Harry was the one you could call my lab partner always willing to experiment. Louis was… for lack of a better word… master, very dominant the way he would do things. Zayn was a tease like major tease always bringing me to the edge only to pull out and switch positions. Liam was the giver always trying to please me and bring me over the edge several times before he even thought about cumming. Niall was the passionate one he could make me feel like it was only us and only we mattered. His lips were soft and caring and gave exactly what I needed and wanted, while mine did the same. Niall was a dangerous one it was rare that I was with him physically because there was a strong chance I could get attached and that would not be good. “(Y/N),” Liam said waving his hand in front of my face. “Yeah?” I asked turning to him. “Are you going to play?” Louis asks his eyes wide with hope. He wasn’t lusty right now he wasn’t dominant he was playful and silly. I guess that meant it would be okay to play, “Uhh…” I began still not sure I should do it. “Come on, (Y/N), please,” Niall begged his dangerous puppy dog eyes out for the kill. “Fine,” I muttered knowing there was no getting out of it now. They all gave some form of approval and I was pulled down between Liam and Louis and the game began. Around the circle questions and dares were asked and exchanged. Slowly I got more and more worried, when was it going to come down to me when were that going to ask me. “(Y/N), truth or dare,” Niall asks smirking slightly. I freeze again either option would be dangerous but there is no getting out of this. If I pick truth then one of my sexual fantasies is brought to the forefront of topic and if I pick dare I could end up on my knees in front of any one of the boys. That’s how this game was dangerous, although sometimes it worked in my favor, but seeing as all the boys were single at the moment that meant anything was possible, “Truth,” I spoke deciding I’d rather spill a fantasy than give a blowjob. Besides if it was a good one Harry would prompt me with fulfilling it later. “What were you thinking about earlier?” he asked curiously. “Hmm?” I asked kind of confused. “Before we started the game when Liam had to snap you out of whatever thought it was that you had, what was that thought?” he explained still watching me. All of the boys leaned forward slightly waiting to hear some wild sexual fantasy, “What it’s like hooking up with you guys… individually that is,” I spoke truthfully there was no lying to them they could tell they could all tell. Niall nodded his head seeming disappointed that it wasn’t some passionate fantasy where he and I were the main characters. I saw Harry smirk slightly clearly an idea in his head. That was not good. I used my turn and sat back while the boys all targeted each other again. The circle came back around and this time Harry was smirking at me, this is what he was waiting for, “(Y/N), truth or dare?” he asked his smirk never leaving his face. I hesitated for a second both were a loaded gun in my face, “Truth,” I muttered and his smirk deepened. That was what he wanted and I walked right into it, “Would you ever consider a sixsome?” he asked his eyes gleaming with mischief something that Louis was responsible for. I swallowed hard another fantasy brought forth, “I have considered it before yes,” I said nodding my head. All of the boys began looking at one another. I tried to push the game on only to have each boy bring it back to me no matter which one I asked. I was trapped no way out of this unless I tried to leave but then they would all just follow me and bug me about it. I picked dare hoping I could get out of the stupid questions and found that that was a bad idea. “I dare you to let us fulfill the idea of a sixsome,” Louis spoke smugly. I swallowed hard one chicken, that’s what you get with this game when you play with these boys. I still had mine but right now I was feeling curious and when would I get this chance again. Like I said I couldn’t lie to them so when I said I had considered this I meant it. I once had a dream that all five of them wanted it at the same time and didn’t want to wait so we did this. Slowly I nodded my head and they all smirked. They came closer to me each finding a place they liked. I was laid back on the floor the boys all hovering over me. I closed my eyes as I felt lips begin to move around my body. There was a pair on my neck, a pair on my right leg, a pair on my left leg, a pair easing up my stomach, and a pair playing with my own. Slowly my clothes were removed piece by piece until I was fully naked in front of them. Each of them scanned my naked form and while they had all done this individually they had never done this together. They began to move around me I guess trying to decide how this would go. They each began to strip down to nothing until they were all standing there ready to get this started. I sat up and Louis sat in front of me pulling me onto his lap. He laid back with me on top of him and slowly began to enter me. I bit back a moan as he began to thrust up into me. I bounced on top of him in response but he always he to be the one in charged. I opened my eyes for a second to find Harry walking around to crouch behind me. I could feel one of his fingers against my ass and he slowly pushed it inside of me. I wined in pain this was slightly uncomfortable. His finger was slick though so it wasn’t as bad as it could be. Anal was something Harry and I had talked about but I wasn’t sure when we would actually try it out but I guess that would be now. He had apparently came prepared because when I turned slightly to look at him he had lube and was coating two of his fingers in order to get me used to it slowly. The whole time this was happening Louis hadn’t stopped thrusting into me, and I hadn’t been able to bite back all of my moans most of them had escaped. Zayn and Liam stood off to the side stroking themselves and moaning slightly. Niall crawled over on his knees and I bent down to bring my hand and mouth to his member. I was leaning over Louis at an angle so Niall was off to the side slightly. Slowly I began to bob my head moving Niall in and out of my mouth. I felt Harry scissoring his fingers in my ass to stretch me and prepare me for him. Louis thrust up hard into me hitting my g-spot making me moan around Niall. Harry’s fingers slipped out of me and were replaced by him slowly easing his lube slicked dick inside of me. I pulled back off of Niall for a second to call Liam and Zayn over. They both crouched down on either side of me, I went back to deep throating Niall and used my hands to work both Liam and Zayn closer to their climax. With both Louis and Harry now moving in and out of me I couldn’t help but be a moaning mess. I pushed back against Harry feeling myself nearing climax. I moaned loudly and Niall bucked his hips shoving himself into the back of my throat. He released loudly his hand gripping my hair. I swallowed what I could some of it slipping past my lips and onto my chin. It was like a chain reaction from there, I began to climax which pulled both Louis and Harry over the edge. Harry had pulled out however and I could feel his warm cum all over my back and ass, Louis released into me once but pulled out while he was in mid release and got it on my stomach and center. Liam was next to cum releasing over my right hand and arm. Zayn did the same and Louis pushed me up into siting position. I sat there satisfied and cover in sticky cum I was definitely going to need a shower now. “Well that was fun,” Louis said smirking at me. “I think (Y/N) needs a shower now though,” Harry said smirking at their work. I rolled my eyes and stood up to do just that go take a shower. I could hear the boys following behind me and I shut the bathroom door in their faced laughing as the knocked on it asking to join me. As fun as that offer seemed I was feeling slightly exhausted from that sexual adventure.


Recently I moved out on my own- no parents, no support, just me to take care of myself. I don’t have a conventional job anymore, my workplace let me go for being transgender (long story short, lease don’t ask). So right now I am living on my art and commissions.

So I haven’t had a lot of money recently but I’ve been able to pay rent with commissions, which is super great! But it doesn’t pay for groceries.

  • In the last month and a half alone I have lost over ten pounds just by malnutrition. I am literally a starving artist. 

Please, anyone, I am nearly underweight and I’ve never been underweight in my life. I need to buy groceries. I need things like bread, sandwich meant, vegetables, potatoes, and fruit. Having a full cabinet of that small list of food would save me from all of the fatigue I’ve been suffering from, the aches and pains because my body cant take care of itself, and how sickly I’ve been feeling. Please, please, If you can, please donate towards my groceries. Literally anything will help. Three dollars will buy me a bag f fresh vegetables that will last me a few days to snack over, ten dollars will buy me a sack of potatoes that will last me over a week, five dollars will buy me enough lunch meat to last the next two weeks, so on. 

I am taking commissions, though they largely pay for rent, I am worried that I just wont be able to take enough by the end of the month to pay for both my rent AND my groceries. 

If you have a paypal account please consider donating 10$ to a 19 year old artist living in Sacramento trying to make my dream come true. I just cant fulfill my dreams if I’m too weak to pic up a pencil.

My paypal is under GoldNuggetComics@Gmail.com so please consider! If you want to commission me, then you can email me at the same address.

Over the last few days there have been many posts with hate towards Arjen. Normally I would respond to them separately, but I’m in no mood to do that, so I decided to write why I love Arjen.

I love Arjen Robben, because he is an exceptional footballer and should be included in the same category as world’s best players. Gifted with speed, dribbling technique, powerful shot, unbeatable spirit and the magical left foot (bonus: the right chocolate one).

I love Arjen Robben, because he is an exciting player to watch. You know that whenever he gets the ball, something great will quite possibly happen.

I love Arjen Robben, because of his wonderful goals and assists. The Wembley goal, all the other goals against BVB, the United volley, the Schalke run, the Fiorentina goal, all his World Cup goals. All of them magical, all of them meaningful. He scored many goals, but few people realise he has almost just as many assists. They just decide not to see them.

I love Arjen Robben, because he is intelligent. Even if he is marked by two or three players, unable to do anything with the ball, he will use that in order to create space for others. There’s no way of stopping him.

I love Arjen Robben, because he doesn’t get the recognition he deserves. And that makes me love him and cherish him with double strength.

I love Arjen Robben, because he will never stand helplessly and wait for the ball - he prefers to be in the middle of the action. Always ready. Always involved.

I love Arjen Robben, because he is a match winner. If the time is running out, things are going bad and other players have no idea what else to do they just pass the ball to Robben. They put confidence in him and trust he will turn everything around.

I love Arjen Robben, because he loves his country. He loves representing his country. And he has never seen that as an obstacle, an extra effort, but rather as an honour. The highest possible privilege.

I love Arjen Robben, because he is loyal to the club I love. Whenever people think about Arjen, loyalty will not be the thing they associate him with. That’s a mistake. He has always moved on in his career, searched for something more. He found it in Munich. He extended his contract twice and does not plan to go anywhere else. There were so many times when he could leave, actually so many reasons to go, but one does not simply leave their family. Bayern are his family. And we all know that when it comes to Arjen, family comes first.

I love Arjen Robben because he is a bee slayer. Many thought he would be haunted by the missed penalty, yet again he proved them wrong. He bounced back and became BVB’s worst nightmare instead. Because why not.

I love Arjen Robben, because he had changed as a player. And we all had the chance to see him transform from a brilliant but selfish player into a team player (even more brilliant). Putting the team above himself. Sure thing, we will often see him turn the ‘selfish mode’ on, he won’t pass as much as we would like to - but we always knew that! And if you want to love Arjen, you need to accept the full package. However frustrating he can be at times, he has all the quality to justify it.

I love Arjen Robben, because he is passionate about the game. After so many games and so many trophies, he is still hungry for more. Pushing his teams forward.

I love Arjen Robben, because he never loses faith. Every game, even with the worst result, is not a lost cause for him. Do not expect him to give up or stop fighting, he will do the exact opposite. He feels he owes it to his fans.

I love Arjen Robben, because he doesn’t need an armband in order to be a leader. Many have said that he is not a leader material and he never will be. Oh boy, were they wrong.

I love Arjen Robben, because if he gets the captain’s armband, he makes a perfect captain. Captaincy makes him a better player. And you can see how much it means to him, the way he wears it with pride and does not won’t to take it off.

I love Arjen Robben, because I saw him cry. I saw him accomplish his goals, becoming a fulfilled player.

I love Arjen Robben, because he made me cry. Multiple times. And made so many of my dreams come true.

I love Arjen Robben, because he taught me that one must never give up. He could have ended his career a long time ago - considering all the injuries he had gone through - yet he came back each time. He lost a few important games, was the main one to blame, but never once thought that everything is lost.That if you fail once, there is no point to try again. He tried. And he succeeded.

I love Arjen Robben, because there are no limits for him. Even though he gets older, he does not get any worse. Just the opposite, he gets better. And he is still willing to learn.

I love Arjen Robben, because you cannot use the word 'never’ in the sentence with his name. If you do, you can be practically sure he will prove you wrong.

I love Arjen Robben, because he always leaves his heart on the pitch. Whether it is the 90th minute of a game against a third league team or the first minutes of the CL final, Arjen will run back and forth with the same will, hunger and speed.

I love Arjen Robben, because he is always willing to take responsibility. No matter what the stakes are, you can always count on him - whether he plays for his club or for his country. Others may refuse to carry such a burden on their shoulders, but not Arjen. He will just ask for the ball (or take it himself).

I love Arjen Robben, because he has the courage to admit his mistakes. Not many have the decency to do that.

I love Arjen Robben, because he is not only an outstanding footballer, but also an amazing person. A person who genuinely cares for the others and tries to help within his powers. Not because he is asked to, but because he feels like it.

I love Arjen Robben, because he constantly proves to be a perfect husband and father. He has his life sorted out, his priorities straight for a long time now and he does not go back on his words. A true role model.

I love Arjen Robben, because he is sarcastic and doesn’t let the bullshit spread by media/the fans get to him. It only motivates him to go on and answer everyone in style.

I love Arjen Robben, because he is not just one thing. Whenever I see an article about him, the writer will always include a fragment about Arjen cutting inside, looking for an opportunity to take a shot with his left foot. People tend to define him by that move, making it seem as if it’s the only thing he does/can do. There’s so much more to him than that and people should have realised it by now.

I love Arjen Robben, because he is actually worth it.

sorry for the radio silence…i’ve kinda been in a weird place since sunday. my cockles op turned out to be a complete bust; can’t even salvage misha and jensen’s expressions because they don’t look like they’re really doing anything. :/ but it is what it is, and i’ve been lucky enough to get some great ops in the past, so i guess it’s not the end of the world. just wish it hadn’t been my last op of the weekend, but what can you do…

anyway, i know i’ve said it a million times before, but…i just love misha so so so much you guys. like, that’s literally all i’ve been able to think about the past few days. spn cons are a lot of fun in general, don’t get me wrong, but he’s by far the highlight of the weekend for me. even though i’ve been in a bit of a funk lately, i just keep thinking back to these little moments that happened, and i can’t help but want to curl up into the warmth i get in my stomach. :3 like i still don’t understand why after the cockles op he took the time to look me in the eye with his hand on my shoulder and say thank you when clearly i’m the one who should be saying that (and i did), but it’s the small things like that that end up having the biggest impact. idk if he could sense that i was flustered by the op or what, but the fact that he thought enough to say something means a lot.

(i also recommend trying to see him multiple times at one con if you can because seeing that flash of recognition in his eyes is the literal best.)

but about how the whole brushing of the hair thing happened during my misha solo op…i was just going for a simple, nice hug with misha because i hadn’t had one of those yet, but my hair got in my eyes, and chris made some sort of gesture to indicate as much. however, my arms were already around misha, so i didn’t really have time to fix it before he just went ahead and took care of the matter himself…before i know it, he’s literally pawing at my face to gently brush the hair aside (as i’m internally going !!! wtf is happening right now why are misha’s hands on my face) and then he just holds my head close to his in that position and moral of the story choose your haircuts wisely. @_@;;;

as for misha’s meet and greet…to avoid spilling a bunch of details about what was actually discussed because i have no idea what’s considered an acceptable summary anymore, i will only vaguely write about it by sharing my internal monologue, i.e., The Unabridged Neurotic Thoughts of a Fangirl Within the Immediate Proximity of Misha Collins for a Substantial Length of Time (alternatively, Things You Might Want to Prepare Yourself for Before a Misha M&G):

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