i will forever be stuck with my phone

anonymous asked:

recomiéndame música...

Voy a recomendar un montón de canciones lindas. 

Enter Shikari - Sorry You’re Not A Winner

The Drums - I hope time doesn´t change him

Kakkmaddafakka - Forever alone

Ode to sleep - Twenty one pilots

The Strokes - What ever happened?

Twenty One Pilots - Doubt

We Don’t Talk Anymore Cover Jungkook Jimin 

The Strokes - Slow animals

Yoongi ‘Agust D’ — The Last

BTS - Butterfly

Pianos Become The Teeth - Hiding

‘I still think about who I was last summer’ - Old Gray

‘Me’ - The 1975

Issues - Slow Me Down

Bullet For My Valentine - “Don’t need you”

in love with a ghost | flowers feat. nori

Attila - About That Life

Stuck In The Sound - Let’s Go

in love with a ghost | sorry for not answering the phone, i’m too busy trying to fly away

CONCORDE - Sons

idfc - blackbear

drugs - eden 

do re mi - blackbear

Offonoff - Photograph

B-Jyun - cHaNgE

Lido - i love you 

Lido - Lost

Olivia O'Brien - Empty

KREAM (크림) - Talking to the Moon

BEVY MACO - So Faded

KILLA SEASON - CHYNNA MANE

JOULE$ x DXCT - Pataphysics

Tag Shai - Change That

Actavis - BLOKKA $OLO x TRAP DYLAN x CHYNNA MANE x DEUCA x DEATH BEAR

BLOKKA $OLO - Murda1999

$UICIDEBOY$ - PARIS

Phora - Fake Smiles

Sik-K - What The Hell

Te diría - los piojos 

Post Malone - Too Young

SOHN - Signal

Chelou - Halfway to Nowhere

Lil Lotus - Scared To Die

The Chainsmokers - Roses

Magic Potion - Deep Web 

adore1996 - untitled

Ases Falsos - Niña por favor

Bedroom - In My Head

lil yuri - i dnt_wna die

VELVETEARS - Will I Ever Care

GRXGVR - RUBY RUBY

Voyage - el pasaje vol.4

Cigarettes After Sex - Apocalypse

Sik-K - What The Hell

Raury - CPU

YG - My Nigga

Wiz Khalifa - We Dem Boyz

Nas - Nas Is Like

Flema(플레마) - Forever Young

Black Coast - TRNDSTTR

Keaton Henson - Lying To You

B JYUN - I MEt THiS BOY

MULEKID - Plattsburgh, NY

Mark Redito - 3am Apologies

OLIVIA O'BRIEN - COMPLICATED

Sui Generis - Fabricante de Mentiras

Olivia O'Brien - Find What You’re Looking For

PLAYBOI CARTI X UNOTHEACTIVIST - WHAT

Key!-Ghost ft Playboi carti

Eskorbuto - Anti todo

MELIAN - El Síndrome Estocolmo

Syd Matters - Obstacles

Blackout - Muse

declan mckenna the kids don’t wanna come home

WHY - Owol

La casada - Las pastillas del abuelo

Neck Deep - Can’t Kick Up The Roots

The Amity Affliction - Pittsburgh

O.M.G.I.M.Y - The Amity Affliction

Kings Of Leon - Find me

NAHUE MC x ECKO x NOBEWAN - FIRE BARS

Despierta - La Perra Que Los Pario

OMORI - Pure Imagination

Polarize - Twenty One Pilots

Eden - xo 

since i’ve been loving you led zeppelin

drown limp bizkit

Arbol de la vida - Viejas locas

weak when ur around - blackbear

Intoxicados - Felicidad, depresion 

No llora - el cuarteto de nos

Y BUENO YA CORTÉ, pero si queres más al privado. ahre

Help an LG(BT) Mentally Ill Latinx Out

hey so I’m trying my damndest to save money so I can go to school and not be stuck in retail forever but as it is they don’t pay me enough to save money and cover my own expenses (not to mention both my computer and phone are going to shit and I need money to fix and/or get new ones,,) also some extra money would be great so i could like,,, go to the doctors and stuff :’)  

So here’s all my other money making options: 

I have a jewelry Etsy:

AstrologicalChoice, heres a link

I do $5 Betta commissions:

Here’s the information on that. I’ll draw other fish too. 

I do regular commissions too:

Here’s the information on that. Kinda wary about taking on more than I have the energy for but for now they’re open. EDIT: No longer wary pls commission me

And tbh you don’t even have to engage in any of these services if you don’t want, my paypal is jasminepdcgomez@gmail.com and any little bit helps !

Cheer Up, Buttercup - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 2,871

Warnings: Fluffy Goodness

Notes: @ninja-stiles was having a bad day, so I told her I would write her some fluffy goodness to cheer her up. I hope this cheers you up, babe. Remember, you mean the world to us. Don’t ever forget that. PS. This is NOT proofread because it’s 5:30 and I need sleep. WHOOPS.

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Chris Pine Imagine

Requested.

I was woken up by the sun light shining in between the curtains. in the effort to void it I turned to my other side and quickly opened my eyes to look at Chris but he wasn’t there. I slowly pushed my self up and listened for some sounds. In the distance i could hear some movements. Got out the bed, put on one of the t-shirts Chris had and walked out.

I found Chris in the living room on his phone looking at something. Already all dressed and looking good.
“Now, your aren’t running out on my are you?” Chris looked up and smiled putting his phone down and walking to me.

“ Trust me, I would never do that. You’re stuck me forever.” he pulled my towards him, wrapped me in his hands and kissed me. “I wanted to make you breakfast. But you caught me looking up a recipe for pancakes.” he said  pointing to his phone.

“You were going to make pancakes dressed in a suit?” I asked as we still held each other as close as possible. Like we were scared that one of us would be pulled away.

“ Yeah, I thought i would make them and say they are fancy pancakes cuz i made them in a suit.” we both laughed at his silly joke.

“How about we make your fancy pancakes together” I said as I took his hand and walked to the kitchen. As always when we did something together, we had fun. Of course we couldn’t make them without a small food fight.

Few hours latter we found our self once again in each other arms laying in bed. I was laying on Chris’s chest and could feel him let out a heavy breath.

“Is something wrong?” I asked looking up at him. Chris smiled, leaned down and kissed me.

“No, everything is perfect. I could stay like this forever.” He said still looking in my eyes. I smiled, puled myself up and kissed him again, but this time with more passion. Chris held me by the hips and pulled me into his lap. We broke away from the kiss and smiled. I never thought it was possible to love someone this much. “ I love you. Forever and always. And I know you don’t like to say that or hear it but I mean it.” I stroked his cheek.

“ Chris, before I met you I didn’t believe in forever and always. But now that I have met you and have you in my life, Forever and always seems like the best and most beautiful thing there is. I love you too, forever and always” Chris smiled even bigger. With a quick move he was now on top of me.

“Good. Because you’re trapped with me here. Gosh you are beautiful.” Chris tugged a strand of hair behind my ear, leaned in kissed the tip of my nose making me giggle. For the first time in my life I felt loved. 

Originally posted by tony-starkes

Jimin Is Away; Summer, Chapter Three

Summary: Jimin, despite everything the two of you have been through, is slowly fading from your life. But when you find someone to fill the void, Jimin starts to become a bit strange.

Word Count: 1664

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Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Y/N sat in the parking lot of her apartment complex that afternoon, biting her lip as her thumb hovered over the most frightening sight of the day; the send button. She re-read over the short message that she typed for what seemed like the 100th time and sighed.

Hello Hoseok-seonbae! How are you?

Y/N sighed in frustration, glaring at her phone screen.

“Why is this so nerve wracking? You’re just texting a guy for gosh sake.” She mumbled to herself, but her mind still spurred on as she contemplated the message.

Is it too formal? Maybe I should change…-no! Stop it Y/N! You’re worrying too much, just send him the damn message! Y/N thought before hitting the send button with her trembling thumb. She quickly got out of the car, waving to the door man as she hopped into the elevator when she entered her apartment complex. Once the metal doors closed, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Quickly, she pulled it out, feeling her face flush and her heart beat pick up.

Yoo! Y/N! Don’t bother with those silly honorifics, Hoseok is fine! I’m swell!

Y/N smiled as she typed, stepping off the elevator and walking towards her apartment.

I’d feel bad I didn’t use some type of honorifics though. Can’t I at least say Hoseok-ssi?

Y/N placed her phone in her pocket as she opened the door, sighing out loud when she realized that Jimin didn’t lock the door. Again. She heard smashing buttons and the rainbow road theme music blaring from the TV as her eyes found the two boys sitting on the floor, already competing against each other.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up.” Jungkook stuck his tongue out at Y/N, briefly glancing up from the game to look at her.

“I thought you said you would text me when you were coming home?” Jimin asked, turning to shoot an inquisitive glace in Y/N’s general vicinity. Y/N cursed in realization.

“Oh crap, I forgot, I’m sorry Jimin. I’ll join in the next round!” Y/N apologized, plopping down on the couch with her legs folded under her. She pulled her phone out and noticed the messages that Hoseok sent.

Uggh, fine, but its gonna make me feel old.
What’s up?

Y/N smiled as she typed,

I’m just hanging with some peeps, how about you?

She glanced up from her phone to notice that the boys were getting violent, shoving and nudging each other to try and throw the other off course. Y/N chuckled and looked down at Hoseok’s response.

Just chillin, I’m about to help my little sister paint her nails. I can’t decide what color I want to give her though. Any advice?

Y/N smiled as she read the message; imagining Hoseok being all brotherly with his little sister made her heart swell.

For a little sister? Uh. Duhh, black. Is that even a question?

A reply came almost a few seconds later.

That’s my favorite color, great idea! What do you do in your free time, besides being unbearably attractive of course?

Y/N blushed as she read and re-read the words. Her heart was bursting in her chest. She hadn’t been with such a flirtatious guy in a while, and the affection and endearment made her body feel warm and fuzzy.

A whole lot of video games with my dorky roommate and childhood friend. And movies. A shit ton of movies.

Y/N hit send and looked up to find that the game was paused on the final lap, both guys looking at her; Jungkook with a furrowed expression on his face and Jimin with a look of wonder.

“What?” Y/N asked, looking at both guys. Jungkook suddenly shot up from his spot on the floor, leaning in close to grab her face with both his hands. Y/N blushed at Jungkook’s proximity, his nose was touching hers and his lips were much too close. Jungkook, her long-term childhood friend that she’s known since they were in diapers, (before Jimin came into the friend circle at age 4) didn’t seem to mind though.

“K-Kookie?” Y/N blanked, looking anywhere but Jungkook’s eyes.

“Dude, what’re you- “

“Shhhhh.” Jungkook hummed softly, turning Y/N’s face every which way under his scrutinizing stare. Y/N’s phone buzzed in her lap, but Jungkook didn’t pay it no mind. He stared at her for three long seconds before he let go of Y/N’s face with his eyes glowing and a wide smile on his face.

“Shut up!” he yelled happily. Jimin and Y/N looked at each other in confusion before turning back to Jungkook.

“You met a boy!” Jungkook continued. Jimin’s eyes widened and Y/N sputtered.

“What?! No! I, well, maybe…yeah.” She finished with a small smile etched on her face. Jungkook squealed happily, but Jimin’s stare became dark and downcast.

“Ooh!!! Details! What’s he like? Is he handsome?” Jungkook gushed, sitting up on the couch with Y/N, holding her hands in his. Y/N blushed and nodded.

“Very, very handsome Kookie! He has this chocolatey brown hair and the deepest, darkest eyes. He has this voice, it’s so smooth and he has this way with words that makes my heart skip beats.” Y/N gushed. Jungkook clapped his hands together and hugged the girl tightly.

“Jiminie! Aren’t you proud of our Y/N for finally finding a man?! And here I thought she was just going to die a lonely cat lady.” Jungkook teased, rubbing his cheek against her own in a motherly way. Y/N pushed him off and flicked his nose playfully.

“Yah! You’re so mean Jungkookie! Respect your noona!” Y/N laughed, but when she looked up and saw Jimin’s dark expression her smile slid off her face.

“Jimin?” she asked softly. He turned his attention to her and gave her a forced smile.

“Yeah, I’m happy for you Y/N! Really, good job, and to think that I thought we’d be stuck as roommates forever.” He teased. He pulled Jungkook up off the couch and back onto the floor.

“C’mon Kook, I still have to beat your ass before Y/N can join us.” Jungkook huffed and grabbed his controller. Jimin’s challenge to the younger man was clearly accepted as they continued with their game.

Confused and bewildered at what just happened, Y/N picked up her phone to read the string of texts Hoseok had sent her.

Lol, that sounds like me too!
Are you a mind reader or something?
Btw, my little sis loves the choice you made
She thanks you
But can I ask you something?

Y/N smiled and typed out a reply.

Lol, I’m glad she likes it. You already asked me something though, for this next one I will have to charge you.

Hoseok replied almost immediately, as if he was waiting for Y/N’s reply.

It’s worth the cost if I get to keep talking to such a wonderful girl
One: I need a decision breaker between two movies, wanna help a guy out?
Two: Where have you been hiding all my life?

Y/N giggled and squirmed happily in her couch crease.

That’s two dollars, y’know
But, yes, please! I’d love to help, what are the choices?
You’re such a flirt, the girls must be all over you Mr. Jung~

On the other side of town, Hoseok chuckled at his screen. He liked this girl. He liked this girl a lot. She was funny, sarcastic, yet cute and shy. She was so innocent, and Hoseok wanted nothing more but to help corrupt her. He typed his reply after a few seconds of pondering.

Final Destination 3 or The Descent?
And baby, I’m only a flirt when I talk to you. I can’t help myself. After all, you deserve to be ravished in compliments.

Y/N read the messages with a red blush on her face, and an excited smile as she pondered the movie choices.

The Descent, obviously, that movie is incredible! Even though FD3 has that awesome, cheesy quality to it like Scary Movie, you seem more like a serious horror lover to me.

Hoseok smirked.

Are you sure we haven’t met before? It’s like you already know me~
That movie creeps me out in the best ways possible

Y/N blushed and typed her message, worrying over her words before hitting send.

Trust me, with a face like yours I don’t think I’d forget you
Just don’t go spelunking and you’ll be fine

Hoseok laughed, she knew her movies alright. And her small attempt at flirting made her even cuter to him.

Lol, yeah I’m never doing that
But look who’s a flirt now~
What movies are your favorite?

Y/N was about to type but a controller was thrown into her lap.

“Pick your character and car Y/N, we’re gonna start a tournament!” Jungkook said happily. Y/N quickly typed.

Movies are like music, they’re all good. You just have to find the good ones out of the mix of genres

Hoseok nodded, liking her answer. She was such a free spirit in his eyes, and that made the chase even more fun to him.

Good point, we should watch some together so you can help me find the good ones

“Y/N? You ready?” Jimin asked her. He looked at her differently than normal. We have to talk later, she thought as she picked up the controller with her left hand.

“Now, now, Jiminie, let Y/N say goodbye to her little boyfriend.” Jungkook nudged her side playfully and Y/N blushed.

“He isn’t my boyfriend Kookie.”

“Yet~”

Y/N rolled her eyes and typed out three words before setting her phone down and replacing her focus with a controller. She looked up at Jimin, not noticing the hints of sorrow and anger flickering in his eyes. She playfully stuck her tongue out at him and smiled. Jimin couldn’t help but smile back and let out an airy laugh. Ah. There was that smell of mint like usual, but it didn’t make her heart stop like it normally would.

“I’m ready.” She said.

I’d like that

anonymous asked:

URGENT I think my mom knows I'm transgender, she's very religious and transphobic and recently she's being yelling at me for being too masculine and saying that god made me a girl, she's been getting really angry and fighting with me a lot, I think she's going to make me go see our pastor or take my phone away. Please Im so nervous

Lee says:
You should deny being trans. You don’t need to come out, and it isn’t wrong to lie when your safety and mental health is on the line. Say anything she wants to hear, and know that you can still be out to a few friends who will respect you, and you won’t have to be stuck living at home forever. Make sure you reach out to any supports you may have, and see if you can do things that are good for you, like going on walks or watching a favorite show.

https://transgenderteensurvivalguide.tumblr.com/dysphoria
I Wanna Be Your Man

Characters - Steve Rogers, Reader

Pairing - Steve x Reader

Summary/Request - Steve’s been gone…a lot. And it’s changing things in their relationship.

Word Count - 1120

Warnings - Little angst and lots of fluff….
(If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N - Tonight I Wanna Be Your Man - Andy Griggs

Tags (Want on or off? Send a message/ask!) - @hushothermuses @i-stole-rudolphs-nose @thepalaceofmelanie @@theimpossibleg1rl @@blondekel77 @@xfirespritex @wrenwritesometimes

Story - 

Originally posted by sadbatfleck

Steve had been busy lately.
More so than usual.

He was always away from home, doing who knows what. If he wasn’t Captain America: King of the Boy Scouts, I’d probably be convinced he was cheating on me.
Obviously, that wasn’t the case.

That didn’t make it any easier when he was gone, though.
Sometimes it was for a few hours, sometimes weeks. I did the best I could to keep myself grounded, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was…

Well, that I was losing him… sometimes.

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Update

So I know I kinda ended all of a sudden a long time ago, but I’m sorry the whole roommate problem was kinda a problem. So she got me to go into trance, and I guess she had me under for several weeks, because I just had that waking up feeling about 12 hours ago, and couldn’t remember anything. Apparently she made me regain my old intelligence, and also caused the file I was using to not work for me anymore. I still feel dumb and horny, but not as much anymore and I can think kinda clear now, and when I tried listening to the file I didn’t go blank like before and didn’t feel any dumber. But spirals still work so that’s good. And remember when I put the bimbo file on my roommates phone? Well its definitely been working, because shes wearing stuff a prostitute would wear and shes getting giggly and starting to sound like a valley girl, but I guess because she doesnt know the file is playing and because she doesnt want any of it to happen it’s taking longer to work.

So I need your guys help, because my old file doesn’t work anymore and I’m too smart. So please send me any spirals or files or anything because I don’t wanna be stuck between smart and dumb forever. And if anyone has any ideas about my roommate then let me know too because I need to get her to where I was before.

I’m so sorry for the big wait but now that I’m back I’ll post more, and you guys can ask me questions or anything so I’ll answer anything you guys send me!!!

Six Feet - Sidemen & ChrisMD

I was finally going to be meeting the sidemen and I couldn’t be more excited! I was attending their second upload event and this time I had made sure I had enough for VIP. I had been queueing for about 20 minutes until I could hear the guys inside and I was really getting excited to see them.

After we had had our picture taken on the sofa I made sure I gave everyone a hug before I left as I probably wouldn’t get the chance again.

“Hey, someone who is actually my height!” Simon said as he put up his inviting arms. I smiled, knowing how often we both probably got comments about our height.

“Nah you’re sooo tall compared to me, waaay taller in person, I expected you to be shorter,” I said with sarcasm evident in my voice. He giggled as I went on to hug the rest of them. I had a short chat with most of them about how the event was going and upcoming videos, Josh even asked me about my university work:

“I like your bag, the artwork is really nice”

“Thanks! It’s my own actually, uni lectures can get boring sometimes”

“Fair enough, what are you studying?”

“Fashion and textiles”

“I wish I had some artistic skills”

“Trust me you’re not the worst in this room” as far as I could tell from some of their draw with your friends videos

“Well, I’m sure that you’re the best here!”

“Thank you” I nearly walked away but Josh continued the conversation

“What kind of stuff do you have to do for a fashion course?”

“It’s mostly practical, but then there are essays on designers and certain pieces along with presentations every now and then”

“You enjoying it?”

“Yeah, I’m finding it really interesting and fun at times. The course at UEL is really good, quite hard though.”

“UEL?”

“Oh, University of East London” As I looked around the room I saw the next few people coming in and decided that I should probably leave. “Hope I get to speak to you again sometime” I leant in for one last hug before leaving.

“Wait!” I turned around to see josh standing right in front of me “I didn’t get your name”

“It’s Y/N”

“Well, I’ll see you round Y/N” I left feeling on top of the world, I knew Josh was probably just being nice but he really felt genuinely interested in me and I felt a little nervous and giddy. I walked around the event a few more times and bought some merch, I didn’t really have any interest in playing games by myself so I spent most of my day at panels, there was one more person I wanted to meet though…

I waited and waited in the queue to meet Chris and it felt like forever but I was finally by the little booth where pictures were being taken. When it got to my turn I walked in and went for a hug. “You are so tall”

“And you are so short!” We took a selfie on my phone and then faced the main camera for our photo. He put his arm around my waist and I leant my arm on his shoulder which I soon regretted once seeing the photo. I looked obscenely tall compared to Chris and I wasn’t happy about it, I stuck out like a sore thumb.

I went home soon after my posing with Chris, on the train journey, I looked through the few photos I had taken in the day, deciding whether to post them on twitter. I ended up posting the photos of me and the sidemen, me and Chris and also a couple of arty shots I had taken in the panels. I posted them and thought nothing of it as I turned off 4G on my phone.

Once I got home to my flat I took off my shoes and changed into some comfier clothes before collapsing onto my bed. It. Felt. Like. Heaven. After having spent the day on my feet, feeling nervous and excited I was shattered and my bed was the only place I wanted to be. I picked up my phone for the first time since the train earlier to see a surprising response from my photos. The number or RTs and likes were more than I had ever had before. Confused as to why this was, I opened up twitter and scrolled through my notifications.

Holy.

Shit.

Chris had posted the photo on his account. Wait, what?? Let me just repeat that. Christopher Michael Dixon had tweeted me. He had taken a screenshot of my photo and posted it with the caption: Well… This is humiliating @Y/T/N

I giggled at the photo of us and some of the jokes people had sent in, realising that no one thought I was a freak for being over 6ft. The responses were lovely and I was filled with confidence. Being tall wasn’t so bad after all.

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MONSTA X Wonho ‘Something to Believe In’ Pt 4

A/N: I put my heart and soul in this guys, I hope I didn’t disappoint. THANK YOU to everyone who’s read and enjoyed this story.

PART 1    PART 2    PART 3

That night seemed to last forever. In your experience the bad ones usually did. Feeling carved out and hollow you knew you couldn’t handle any more, couldn’t talk to Wonho again. It was immature but you wanted to hide. You avoided going home, unwilling to stare at the four walls and worried he’d sneak out to find you there. Turning your cell phone off you stuck it in your pocket. And walked. For hours you walked the streets. Your legs began to ache but you couldn’t stop.

Had Wonho been lying? It had never felt like it, but you were so infatuated with him would you have seen it if he was? The thought took you back to the first few weeks of your relationship. Why was he with you anyway? It’s not like you didn’t have anything to offer, but he was surrounded by other ‘perfect’ people all the time. Why not be with one of them?

Unless it was true about the camera time. It wasn’t like you did the editing but if he was in frame most of the time there was little the editor could do about that. Maybe…and this idea was almost worse. What if it was just about convenience? You were together all the time for work. It’d be easy to have you at the ready while he was too busy to get with someone else. Just a body to keep him warm. Could you really think that of him?

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It’s been three months. The longing to see him is mixed with his memory, clashing with the awful truth death brings that I can’t understand right now. My head is racing, my heart beats faster now that I smoke more than ever. I just miss him because the longest we haven’t talked is a week and now I’m supposed to accept this silence will go on forever. I somehow refuse even though I know I’m just sabotaging myself. I go back and forth, I remove our photos from my phone only to wear his shirt the next day. Sometimes I find my nose stuck in his sweater. It still smells like him, who he was, my friend forever.
—  Grieving Young.
Miles Wood #1 - Cast

Anon asked: I didn’t exactly have a plot thought it but if you could, could you please make a miles wood imagine that is extremely cute and fluffy 😁😁

I am totally on board if y’all don’t have a plot besides “fluff” or “angst” but it is also slightly terrifying because I’m afraid I will royally fuck it up somehow. It gives me free reign which is so much fun but it’s also interesting to attempt a specific prompt because I like the challenge. Anyway, the idea behind this one is from a mix of two trips I took in the past. One was the road trip from Yosemite to Disneyland and the other was me in a foreign country tripping on the side of the road and hurting my ankle badly. For an athlete I can be very uncoordinated. Anon I hope you enjoy this fluff!


You had been planning the off season California trip for months. Most of the activities you had booked required the early planning because the slots filled up very quickly. The idea was to start in Yosemite National Park and work your way down the coast, ending at Disneyland. There were sightseeing opportunities, museum visits and amazing restaurants to try but not even two days into your three week trip your plan came to a grinding halt. Your long term boyfriend and normally your favorite person Miles Wood was currently whining and sitting in a hard plastic chair in a hospital waiting room. He was holding his wrist delicately and attempting not to move it.

That morning the two of you had set out on the Mirror Lake Trail; an easy five-mile loop around the beautiful lake in the heart of the park. Roughly two miles in, Miles decided he wanted a picture of him on top of a small boulder looking out over the park. You tried to convince him it was too slick with water and that his shoes were not well equipped but he waved you off as a worrier and did it anyway. Just as you had predicted he took a wrong step and slipped, promptly falling off of the rock. In an attempt to lessen his fall, he stuck his arm out and ended up not only scrapping his face, but breaking his wrist.

This is why the two of you were currently sitting in the uncomfortable hospital chairs waiting to be seen by the doctor on call. You were filling out his insurance sheet because of course it was your luck he hurt his dominant hand. When finished you turned the form in to the front desk and sat down next to your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry babe,” he said.

“It’s fine Miles, not much we can do now anyway.”

“I know this throws off your plans.”

“Your health is more important than getting to see some waterfall.”

“You’ve been planning this trip for months. Maybe we’ll get lucky and it will turn out to be just a bad sprain.”

You looked down and the awkward angle his hand was sitting, “I don’t think we’ll get that lucky.”

The door leading to the examination rooms swung open and an elderly nurse stepped through.

“Mr. Wood?” she read off of her clipboard.

You and Miles stood and made your way over to her. Just as you were about to cross the threshold she put a hand up to stop you.

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Hi everyone!!! I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in forever, my phone was broken but now I have a new one that lets me use tumblr so I can post my art here again.
A few days ago I did a redraw of my first Neopet and the first OC I ever created, Karaimja. The pet is eternally stuck on a side account I dont remember the bday to but at least she’s resting safely lol
Anyways, encourage young artists and never stop practicing!!!! 10 years of glo up right here bois

Stuck

The elevator shuddered to a halt.

“No,” Ladybug cried, “no, no, no, no, no!” Her time was running out, and so was that of Chat Noir. “Quick,” she said, “face the corner!”

He laughed and did as she said, shrugging. She did the same on the opposite corner of the elevator.

“…You didn’t happen to have any food on you?” Chat said, his voice muffled.

Ladybug gasped. “No, shoot!” There wasn’t any way to help their kwami recharge, so they’d end up seeing each other eventually.

Chat’s time ran out first. He knew she couldn’t see, but he blushed a little anyway.

When Ladybug’s time ran out moments later, her face went completely red as she pressed her face deeper into her corner.

Chat was the first to speak. “One of us has to use the emergency telephone and call for help,” he said. Ladybug was closer, but she’d still have to move to reach it. “And even if we can get help without looking at each other, there’s no way we can leave without seeing each other.”

Ladybug closed her eyes tightly. She didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. After a moment, another idea crossed her mind. “One of us could look,” she said quietly. “And that way, one of us could keep their identity a secret. When they open the doors, the first one could walk out with a minute’s head-start, and the other can leave when the first one’s gone.”

“Brilliant, except what would stop the first one from revealing who they are to the second later?” Chat said, smirking.

“Well, if I look—”

Chat cut her off. “No, I want to look. If you’re going to look too, that’s fine by me, but I definitely want to see you.” His face reddened. He didn’t mean for it to come out that way.

Ladybug sighed and relented. “Okay,” she agreed. “On the count of three, we’ll turn around.”

“Okay.” Chat started the count. “One… Two… Thr—”

He’d turned around as he started to say “three,” and was taken aback by the fact that he actually recognized her.

“Chat, are you o—” She looked over her shoulder and froze, her face tomato-red.

“Marinette?”

“…A-Adrien,” she stammered, stiffly turning the rest of her body.

“Thank God, it’s you!” He scooped her up in a hug, letting out a relieved laugh.

Marinette didn’t know how to react. She was surprised that she hadn’t turned into a puddle yet, but it was still a possibility. He was hugging her. Adrien Agreste was hugging. Her.

“Marinette?” he said cautiously, pulling away. “Are you alright?”

She managed to nod, not taking her eyes off him.

A slow grin crossed his face. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Oooh, my God…” she said, covering her face with her hands, but she was too slow to hide her grin.

Adrien laughed. “We should probably use the emergency phone now,” he said, reaching for the panel of buttons….

A Court of Mist and Fury FANFICTION: PROLOGUE

When 16-year-old Feyre Archeron’s life starts spinning out of control, her dad makes a choice. A choice that will change her future forever.

Feyre is being transferred from Spring Court Public High School to Night Court Private School across town, a school she’s only heard of for its reputation of rich, stuck-up snobs.

Feyre will have to leave all of her Spring Court Public friends behind, and make a new start at Night Court Private, alone, friendless, and still recovering from the events of her sophomore year.

——————–

Prologue

Incoming Call: Dad

“Crap.”

Ianthe glanced over my shoulder. “What?”

I turned the phone over in my hands. “My dad is calling. I told him I’d be watching my phone so I could answer when he wanted to check up on me…”

Ianthe laughed, and took another sip of her beer. “Ohhh, baby Feyre. Just ignore it. Where does he even think you are?”

I glanced at my phone screen again. Missed call, but no voicemail. I was still in the safe zone with him for maybe another thirty minutes. “Well, I did tell him I was at a back to school party. But at the school. With chaperones. And definitely not here.” I slipped the phone into my pocket and scanned the room for Tamlin. He and Lucien had been somewhere near the keg ten minutes ago, but had disappeared since.

“That man just won’t get off your case, will he? What is his deal? My parents don’t care where I go or what I do.”

Easy for Ianthe to say. Her parents were richer than almost anyone in the city, except Tamlin’s family of course, and they could pay someone to find her and bring her back if they were really concerned about her. Which they weren’t. Me on the other hand? That was a whole different story.

“He’s worried about me I guess. Ever since the end of sophomore year, when things. . Happened… He still won’t loosen the leash. Thinks I’ll ruin my chances at a college scholarship, or that I’ll lose my job. You know this.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but at that moment we caught sight of Tamlin and Lucien, coming up from Tam’s basement and now heading in our direction. I smiled and bounced through the crowd of teenagers over to Tamlin, oddly eager to escape Ianthe for a bit. “Hey babe.”

Tamlin caught me around the waist and gave me an almost pleasant kiss on the lips, his breath tinged with the smell of alcohol. “Feyre.” He glanced down at my cup. “You’ve barely drank anything. How are we supposed to have fun? School starts next week. It’s our last chance to let loose without any responsibility for who knows how long.”

I cast around for something to say besides of the main reason I wasn’t drinking. “You know my dad is watching me like a hawk right now. He doesn’t even know I’m here.”

He grabbed my cup and knocked it back in two gulps. “Guess I’ll have to make up for the both of us.”

I giggled, grabbing his hand. “I have to be home by 11, so we’ve got an hour. Let’s get out of here. It’s packed.”

****

10:45. Where was my bag? It’d take me five minutes to go home, so I needed to leave probably within the next seven. Tamlin had been called downstairs to help find more alcohol a few minutes ago, leaving me alone in the bedroom we’d been making out in. I hadn’t realized how late it was. I stood, straightening my clothes. Then I noticed how many calls I had missed.

Five. And three voicemails, all from my father. Great. This was the first time all summer he’d let me go anywhere besides work or the school for my “service project” and I’d screwed it up. Now he’d never forget what happened last year.

I phoned my dad and found my purse, kicked under the bed. He picked up just as I was heading downstairs.

“Feyre Archeron, why the hell did you not call me back? We had an agreement. I–”

But I didn’t hear the rest of what he said because Tamlin was suddenly right in front of me. He grabbed my phone and said, “She’ll call you back,” before ending the call and pushing me up against the front door. “Leaving so soon? Come on, Feyre. Stay. Who cares about your dad?”

Still a little shocked by the fact that he’d just hung up on my father, no questions asked, it took me a second to regain my senses. “Tam you know I— My dad is—I’ve got to get home. Please let go of me.”

He stared into my eyes for a few seconds before releasing my waist and backing away. “I can drive you home,” he said, slurring his words a little.

“NO. I mean, no, that’s okay. I’m sober, remember? I’ll see you at school on Monday.” I turned to go, opening the door. I really wished he’d just let me get out of there. My dad was going to flip.

He whipped me around for one more kiss, sliding his hands down my sides as he did so. His breath really didn’t smell very pleasant. “Love you, Feyre.”

I turned and headed down the porch steps. “You too, Tam.”

****

“I’m sorry. WHAT did you just say to me?”

My dad paced in front of the fireplace, his fist wrapped around my phone and my keys. “You’re grounded. I do not like you with that Tamlin boy, nor am I a big fan of that Isabelle brat. You clearly were not at Spring Court High’s Back to School Bash. You were at his house, weren’t you? You reek of alcohol–”

Damn Tamlin.

“–you’re fifteen minutes past your curfew, you ignored my calls all night, your boyfriend hung up on me, and to cap it all, you haven’t changed a lick since the end of last year.”

“Her name is Ianthe. And I have too changed! It wasn’t me drinking, it was Tam–”

Oh no.

“Oh, so it was just your boyfriend sent from Heaven above drinking, huh? And the fifty other people at his party. I’ve heard stories about those parties, Feyre. And I don’t like the idea of you being there. You’ve got your future and your job to think about, and these people are inappropriate influences on you.” He stopped pacing for a moment, and looked me square in the eyes. He seemed to be coming to an important decision about something. I’d better do something, quick.

“I’m telling you, things have changed. I didn’t drink tonight, and I paid really close attention to the time. I just got caught up leaving the party. I tried to call you back, I really did. But you didn’t answer after I got in the car. At least I’m here now, right?” Maybe if I compared now to last year, he’d forget about this.

It didn’t really look like that would happen, though.

“Feyre. I’ve tried to get you back on track, I really have. But I can’t help thinking that this is about your friends, too, and not just you making these decisions. I’ve got no choice. I don’t want you to ruin your life because of these decisions you’re making when you’re sixteen.”

Something bad was coming. I could feel it.

“I”m transferring you to Night Court High, across town.”

What. The. Hell.

“You’re kidding.”

“No, Feyre, I’m not. I’ve talked to some of my work friends about you and this is the only thing I can think of that we haven’t tried yet. I want you out of Spring Court Public and into Night Court Private this year. It’ll be a better environment, with better academics. I even hear they have a fantastic dance program you could join.”

This wasn’t happening. My dad was strict, but this was extreme, even for him. “But–But– Dad. You can’t do this. All my friends are at Spring! And I quit dance last year anyways, I don’t care about that anymore. There’s nothing for me at Night Court. I’m a junior–I can’t just switch schools in the middle of my high school career!”

But my dad had the look on his face that he gets when he’s made up his mind. It’s the same look he had two months ago when he had told me I was grounded for the whole summer. The only way I’d convinced him to let me out of the house was to tell him I had a mandatory service project at Spring that I had to see through to the end. In reality, I was hanging out with Tam or Ianthe or Lucien or all three a couple times each week. But my father didn’t know that, and I could tell he wasn’t going to budge on me switching schools the same way he hadn’t budged about my grounding all summer.

“I’ll get it squared away tomorrow. I have a favor to pull at NCP anyways, so you’ll be starting at Night Court Private on Monday. I may even be able to get you a tour tomorrow, too.”

I didn’t say anything. My world was ending. School without Tamlin? School without ANY friends? And I’d heard stories about the mysterious private school across town… Stories of the most stuck-up kids in town, medium-rich, their parents ready to send them to an expensive school just to prove how much money they had. Tam and Ianthe hated those kids, told me all about how they were the most fake people on the planet. And the things they did… I’d heard stories about that too…

I’d only ever met a few kids from NCP, and it’d been so long ago I couldn’t remember many details besides the fact that most of them were rich and good looking.

“Dad–” I tried again, but he cut me off.

“Go to bed, Feyre. We’ll talk more about this in the morning. But I want you out of Spring Court Public, and that’s final.“ I waited, holding my breath, as he cemented my sentencing with his words.

“You’re going to the Night Court.”

lend me your body: your thick bones and the soft machinery of your heart. I’m composing music to the flutter of your eyelashes. every blink as loud as footsteps on porcelain. do you know I’ve been holding on to the way you ruin me. do you know you could never love the pain in to nothing, or the fear into autumn twilight. do you know.

so share with me the warmth of skin while my head’s in the clouds. I’m not asking for forever, just a little piece of what your emotions could spare. the way my life ties in to yours: the carnation of fingers twirling phone cords too tight, or the pink scream of laughter and thrill of river jumps. lend me the smell of skin: the kiss of grass wiping laziness from your smile.

**

there are embers are caught in my hair like a dark cloud swallowing the stars, I won’t let the night end until we’ve dislodged the childhood glee stuck in our throats. chipping ivory from the empty sky until our fingers are silver, and on each other’s lips. this night carries with it the strange and ugly. this night has carried our silence for too long. every step we take is a love note to the moon.

before the morning rises, she leaves a constellation for the sun:’ be careful of those kids. they’ve got dreams mightier than towers. promise to love them for me. some day they’ll burn us out’.

—  EVEN THE MOON BLUSHES BRIGHT WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME // Patricia Camille Antony

It’s Munday!
I thought I’d share a couple of photos from our trip so far! I’d love to live here again man I love the beach so much.
Okay so there’s me, then there’s the beach, the sand poop I made for the amazing @sunastrings and our neighbour who greeted us when we arrived at night.
Skippy is bigger than me and it was dark when we arrived and he just decided to come out of nowhere when we were unloading the cars, kept trying to pick a fight so it took forever to get everything inside omg. He’s still hanging around, waiting to claim the soul of his next victim. There are heaps more of them around too, everywhere you go man. It’s like being outside at work, they’re everywhere.

Also I’m still stuck on mobile for another week, my laptop refuses to properly connect to my hotspot from my phone because of the terrible signal, so threads are all on hold until I return home.

Physics (part 1/?) -Peter Parker Imagine

Imagine being in the same physics class as Peter Parker and getting paired up for a project, only for him to end up confessing that he has a huge crush on you.

This could work for AMAZING SPIDERMAN OR CIVIL WAR Peter Parker. I will use GIFS from both. By the way this is a first person reader insert. Really long, sorry. Let me know if I missed any warnings. There’s a part 2.

Warning: Cursing, bullying, slight self-hate, slight angst


Being one of the smartest students at Midtown High is the worst. It could mean never getting picked during PE or when the teacher assigns group projects, you ended up doing most of the work. Most, who am I kidding, I end up doing all of it. It means that getting bullied a lot for being a “nerdy virgin”. It means I eat my lunch alone under a tree while listening to music and study or sitting in the library with my headphones in. It means getting looked at weird for never talking to people or being by myself.

 That’s a little part of my life….

Sometimes, if I’m lucky the gracious god(s) above me bless me with optional group projects. This means it can either be a solo or group project. These are the times I live for.

There’s one other person in school who knows this life, his name’s Peter Parker. We have some of the same classes and sometimes have to work on in class projects/ labs together. We talk sometimes, but I’m socially awkward or I’m just too nervous to talk to my crush. I’m just like everybody else out there, I can “like” people too, it just I don’t express it the same way.


“Okay class, we are going to start working on a project on Newton’s Laws of Motion and Gravity and before you ask it’s an optional group project,“ a chorus of yeses were heard in the classroom. “This will require working outside of school for it. Go pick your partners or stay in your seat,” our physics teacher announced.Thank god, no assigned partners. I thought it would be a group project. There’s a God out there. Wait, why’s Peter waking this way?

“Hey Y/N,” Peter said as he was standing next to my desk, “Do you…maybe…want to work on this project together? You know what they say, two great minds think alike.” 

Okay, Y/N, act cool. It’s just Peter asking to be partners, not a proposal.

“Y/n,” I snapped out of my thoughts.

“Sure… I meant yes. Yes.” That was definitely not cool Y/N.

“Great…I mean that’s cool,” he replied. “We should probably exchange numbers…for project purposes.”

“Great idea, my number is (insert your phone number).”

“This is my number,” he said while writing on a sheet a paper. He slid it towards me, it had his number on it.

“Thanks, I will add it during passing period. We should probably start working on it soon. We could work on it at my house… after school…today, if you’re free.”

“I’m free after school, just have to let my aunt May know. “

“Okay, we can meet at your’s or my locker and then we could walk. I don’t live far, I live in an apartment building in Forest Hills, Queens. I live pretty close to the school.”

“Wait… do you live near the pizza place and the liquor store?”

“Yeah…”

“I think we live near each other,” he stated.

“What a weird coincidence.”

“This just makes you more interesting,” he said under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”


Ring! Ring! Ring! My class had ended, meaning my next class is without Peter had ended. “Students, please start planning out your project. It has to be a power point and on a tri-fold board,” my physics teacher shouted as everyone started leaving class. As I was walking I smiled for the first time, if you don’t count picture days, while being at this school. Nothing could wipe it off. Except that…

Liz Allan or as some may know here as Flash Thompson’s girlfriend. I hated he because she would always make fun of me. Any chance she got, she would take it. Every ounce of happiness, she would drain it. She was popular with a bunch of friends and I…I’m a nerd with no friends, unless you count the guys I pissed off at Star Wars club and my one friend that moved to California. But the point is, between her and her boyfriend, I hated them.

I continue walking down the hallways, on my phone putting Peter’s number in, until she grabs my phone. “What the hell,” I shout, “Give it back!”

“Hello, nerdy virgin, why are you smiling?  Who are you texting…oh, Peter Parker,” she fake gasps. “That it explains it. You like him. Don’t you? Oh and look what I just realized, you’re talking to a guy. Do you even know how to talk to guys? I hope he doesn’t get annoyed by your ugly face.You’re so nerdy, even for him. How can he like a someone who looks like shit? You’re a weirdo and a freak.” I felt like crying but I didn’t want to make matters worse.

“Leave me alone, Liz, and give me back my phone!”

“Oh you can have your phone back, just don’t say I told you so when he hates your guts.” I took my phone back from my phone and continued to walk to class.

How could he like someone like me? I dress funny, I don’t dress like everyone else. I don’t listen to the same music. I can’t  carry a conversation with someone. I’m a loner and anti-social. I hate me. I felt like crying but if I did, people would make fun of me more.


The whole duration of history, I was silent. I sat in my normal seat, completed the work.

“I completed the annotations and the book work. What do I do now?”

“Um…look on the website for tomorrow’s work, if you want. Or go on your phone. You aren’t one  of the students I worry about, so do anything.” Already completed the homework, so I’ll just go on my phone. Oh shit…. I almost forgot to text dad about Peter coming over.

Dad is it okay that a friend from school comes over. It’s for a project, I texted.

Of course, I’ll be home at 5 today, he responded.

Bye, love you.

Now, I just have 20 more minutes of class, I thought.


Lunch felt like forever, I sat and waited for it to end but the clock felt like it took two hours just to get to one minute. I felt like I was stuck in slow-mo and the rest of the world was too.

I ate lunch with my headphones in, under a tree, thinking. Was she right? I know it’s stupid to let her get under my skin, but it still hurtsI felt a tear slip through my eye and I wiped it with my jacket sleeve. I continued eating my lunch and reading my book, even though I was still stuck on the same page. I felt someone walk close to me.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” I faintly heard someone say, even  though my music was loud. Taking my headphones, I saw Peter with his lunch in hand and backpack on.

“I’m fine,” I muttered trying not to cry.

“You don’t look fine. You can talk to me.” he sat next to me under the shade.

“It’s just…something happened during passing period, ” I said staring blankly into space.

“What was it? I can’t help unless you tell me.”

“It’s Liz.”

“Liz…Flash’s girlfriend, “ he asked.

“Yeah, the one and only,” I fake laughed, “she saw me walking with a smile and you know how she likes to run my day. I was in the middle of putting your number in my phone. She made me feel bad about myself.”

“What did she say?”

“She said I don’t know how to talk to guys and I’m too much of nerd. That I’m ugly, the list goes on and on,” I said while tears fell ou of my eyes. I wiped my tears with my jacket sleeve and said, “that I’m a freak and a weirdo.” 

All of a sudden, I felt him give me a hug and pull me into his chest. Being my awkward self, I didn’t know what to do. I leaned into his chest and cried, both sleeves of my jacket covering my eyes and catching the tears. My mind couldn’t process that we were still in school. I continued telling him the rest of what she said leaving out the part of me liking him.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. Someone should never be treated like that. I understand where you are coming from. I hate that I can’t defend myself from Flash. Every day, he makes me feel bad or pushes me into lockers or bumping into me causing my books to drop,” he said softly.

“All my life I wanted to be the girl who guys would swoon over. But look at me,” I pointed to myself, “I’ve never kissed someone. I’m so nerdy and geeky. No guys like girls like me. I’m always going to be the girl who,  goes to dances alone or sees the new movies by their self. I keep thinking, maybe she’s right, no guy will ever go for me.”

“Don’t listen to what she says, you’re beautiful. You’re more intelligent than she’ll ever be. You’re cute when you talk about your passions. I know that we don’t talk much but I notice the little things. I notice the way you fix you glasses before a presentation. How you always finish your tests a little before me. How pretty you always look while studying with your headphones on when you are in the library…You think I’m a stalker now.”

 Hearing someone else saying nice things about me felt weird. All this time I thought I was invisible or people just didn’t care. Peter did, he noticed and actually cared. This was her way of getting to me. This was her aim with bullying me, to make me feel bad about myself.

“No, I think you’re sweet.” I wiped the remaining tears from my eyes with my sleeves.

“What I’m trying to say is… you shouldn’t listen to her. She likes messing with people to make herself feel better. Any guy would be lucky to have you and call you their’s. She’s just a high school bully, you don’t have to worry about her in the future.”

“Thank you Peter, most people wouldn’t care. Thank you for letting me cry on you and for comforting me. Thank you for being my shoulder to cry on and letting me vent,” being the brave person I was, or at least trying to be, I kissed him on the cheek.

His face began to blush a bit, “Since today’s Friday, do you want to work on the project for a bit and around 8 o’clock we go see a movie? We don’t have to get all dressed up. We can work on the project at your house or mine and then at 7-ish, we go to the movie theater. You don’t have to say yes.”

“I would really like that, Peter.”

“That’s great. There’s a new sci-fi movie that came out or-or we can see the new rom-com, if you are into that.”

“I’ve been waiting to see the new sci-fi movie since I saw the trailers on tv.”

“That’s perfect, I’ve been wanting to see I too.”

“Thank you, Peter for making me happy again,” I said look at his eyes.

“No problem Y/N,”  he said while hugging me. “Do you want to sit next to me (insert math subject because I don’t what math matches up with physics )?”

“Sure,” I said smiling,

Ring!Buzz!Ring! The start of passing period began which would mean that we would have 5 minutes to get to our class. Peter and I separated from each other to go to our lockers. Only two more classes to go.

“You ready,” he asked as I closed my locker.

“Yep,” I responded popping the “p”.

“Wait a minute. Can I ask you something?”

“Um…okay.”

“Can I maybe… um, hold your hand? I know it seems a bit forward but I really want to and maybe tonight can be a date.“


TO BE CONTINUED….

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Inked.

The GPS on my phone may have been what was supposed to help me through these unfamiliar streets but it was doing a terrible job of showing me in the right direction. It seemed I had been rerouted a few times now as I trotted up and down the streets that all seemed to look the same now. The buildings were the same colors and I could barely identify the numbers on them now.

Maybe it was a sign for me to turn around and return back to my dormitory or maybe it was just a sign from above that I should really consider what the hell it was I was about to do.

I stared down at my blank arm, symbolizing its inkless, tattoo-free status.

For now.

I had plans to change that and though I knew my parents would freak out as soon as they knew I planned on tattooing my ink-free skin forever, I was more than excited to see the small picture in my phone come to life on my body.

Being in London meant new adventures right? I was supposed to step out of my comfort zone and do things a bit differently than I would back home. I was studying abroad with some of my university classmates for the summer and so far, I had watched everyone trot off and do these adventurous things on their own while I stuck myself in my bedroom channel surfing.

It was time for a change. It was time for me to grow up and what better way to do that than to get a tattoo I had been marveling at for a year.

It was simple really. Just a blossoming flower with a hell of a detail to it. It was gorgeous, it was vibrant. It was exactly what I wanted to see on my body for the rest of my life and with the address to what was a highly recommended tattoo shop in the area according to the net and some locals, I was only streets away from starting the process of getting that etched into my skin.

I continued to follow the map’s directions, this time watching a bit more closely to make sure I made the right turn at the right time. After a few moments, I had arrived to my destination or at least what was the destination according to my phone but the building that was supposed to be a tattoo parlor looked nothing of the sort.

The outside of it didn’t even have a sign. There was just a dark look, the entrance not easily seen but I decided to push it open anyway. A bell chimed above my head as I called out into the open space. “Hello? Is anyone here?”

It looked like an abandoned room but it was neat. There was a large, tall desk set off in the counter like a reception area but that was all the furniture inside. The walls were painted a fresh white and straight ahead was a hallway. It may have been smart for me to just turn around but against my better judgment, I continued my journey inside and towards the hallway. The closer I got, the easier it was to hear the sounds of what resembled a hip hop song beating through the floor and a few muffled voices intertwined.

My feet carried me forward until I was rounding a corner, now staring at a room that looked much more like an entrance to a tattoo shop than the one I had just left out of. There were a few people buzzing about, some of them in the middle of laughter, one woman twisting her body in front of the mirror to stare at the fresh ink running down the side of her stomach and a dark haired woman with two long pigtails sitting behind a desk and popping her bubble gum between her lips.

I was so out of my element because while everyone else seemed relaxed, I was tense just thinking about a needle touching my skin. Realizing how awkward I looked just standing there, I began to move towards the woman sitting at the desk. “Hi.”

My sudden greeting must have went unheard because she hadn’t even looked up to greet me back, instead just staring down at her phone until I repeated myself. “Uh hello. I’m here to get a tattoo?”

“Then you’ve come to the right place. What time is your appointment?”

“I actually don’t have one. I was hoping maybe someone was free to do it?”

“So you’re just going to walk in and let any old person do your tattoo?”

“Well…”

The sound of a loud man seemingly addressing me from behind caused me to turn around. “Wally’s free. I can take you back there if you want?”

He was familiar and I was easily able to place his name once the woman at the desk spoke it for me. “Hector, when are you going to realize that you don’t work here? Let me do my job.”

Instead of addressing her, he smiled towards me and held out his hand for me to shake. “Hi. I’m Hector, part-time footballer, part-time tattoo parlor assistant. I can show you back if you want?” He pointed in the area behind him where I assumed the various tattoo rooms were. Suddenly trusting this man who was technically a stranger to me, I nodded and let him lead the way.

“So what are you trying to get done?” he questioned as he continued to walk infront of me.

“I just want a tattoo of this flower.”

“A flower?” he chuckled, briefly looking at me over his shoulder.

“It’s not as simple as it sounds.”

“Are you sure because it sounds pretty simple?”

I let my eyes run down his exposed arms to take in the look of his own tattoos. “Yours don’t seem all that complex.”

“I would redo some of them if I could. They’re okay though.” He took a moment to observe his arm before shrugging off my statement. I figured there may come a day where I would regret my tattoo as well but for now it was all I wanted and exactly what I wanted. Nothing could talk me out of that.

“Aye, Wally!” Hector made a turn into one of the open doors and instinctively, I followed behind. There was a man seated and hunched over a paper I figured he was drawing something on until he noticed he had company, looking up at Hector first. “What?”

“Someone wants a tattoo. Figured I’d give her to you.” He reached behind him to lace his arm behind my back and urge me forward.

“Do you know what you want?”

I gave a soft nod before pulling my phone out of my pocket to pull out a picture. “It’s simple really.”

“Too easy,” Hector added in.

“Is this your first tattoo?”

I nodded.

“Sheesh. You sure you wanna do this? I can be a bit rough with the needle,” Wally chuckled.

“I can take it.”

“Tough. I like it. Maybe Hector over here will stay and hold your hand,” he said before nodding towards Hector who simply gave me a small smile. “If you want me to stay I can. I just wanna see what this thing will look like.”

“Um…sure?” I began walking over to the chair, trying my best to relax against the cool leather and looking down at my arm which was soon to no longer look the same.

Hector took a seat on the stool next to me though he opted not to grab onto my hand. Instead he reached over and grabbed for the glasses on my face. “Relax. You’re in good hands. He did all of my tattoos.”

“I’m not sure that makes me feel any better,” I joked which got a short laugh out of them both.

“Do I make you feel any better?”

“Mmm, maybe.”

Hector’s smile grew wider. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”