i will send you so much love

anonymous asked:

Ahhh thank you for answering my rant with such sweet headcanons you have no idea how much I love soft!Tae it literally makes me cry like I'm not even trying to put him in a box, but it's so canon now he likes cuddling with members, he loves animals (esp the super fluffy kind!!) and he's always so pliant with the members and even other males (hwarang hyungs) and he naturally does aegyo everywhere like !!!!!! Cry with me pls ㅠㅠ and man just the hyungs and Kookie def baby him a lot!!

omg your welcome!! thank you for sending it in! i really loved it <3

Originally posted by taetaebts

soft!Tae is life i stg and i really don’t see it as putting him in a box or trying to force him into some sort of mold/ steriotype, i mean how can anyone deny that he isn’t affectionate and touchy af and so cuddly irl~ 

and yes that time he was on that pet show with that super fluffy dog will forever be my favourite thing (although his love for dogs in general is so precious)

Originally posted by jjilljj

Originally posted by pawjimin

Originally posted by urbeautifulway

he’s just so good with animals <3

taehyung being the maknae of a group was something i didn’t really know i needed in my life until hwarang came around??? like to see everyone priaising him and doting on him and generally just showering him in all the attention and affection he deserves just warms my heart. they all just have such heart eyes for him esp jihan omg


i am definitley crying with you :’) they baby him so much and i won’t let anyone tell me kim taehyung doesn’t love it (side note taehyung making men fall in love with him and having 100+ guys on the side is the best thing ever and never ceases to amaze me) 

hey! I just wanted to say that I loved all your blogs before they started dating, I loved them through that, and I’ll continue to love them in the future! I hope you have a great day and that things don’t get too overwhelming!

(ps: I thought it might be silly to send this to occasionallysalazzle and dailyalolanrattata too, since then there would be three copies of it just floating around, so I hope they also know that they are also appreciated so, so much!)

HELP ME PLEASE !!! REBLOG THIS POST PLEASE!

Hey GUYS, so my girlfriend’s birthday is tomorrow. I want to make a surprise for her and I’ll need your help to do this. Would you care to write a simple phrase and take a photo for me please? It’s: Happy Birthday Dri, Luh’s love is so strong and big that it got to  _____’ ( and then you say your country on the line) . I really would appreciate that, thank you so much for your time and if you can’t do that totally fine!

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applepie-and-angelwings  asked:

Hey! I hope you don't mind me bothering you but I absolutely love your work; thank you for sharing it with us online. Close Every Door is amazing, I keep going back to read it again and again. I've recently joined the Supernatural side of tumblr and I'm looking for more people to follow (right now I follow 4 people, paha). Would you be able to recommend a few? Thanks!

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Thank you so much sweetheart!  You will NEVER bother me by sending me an ask!  I love getting them!  And your sweet words about Close Every Door just made my whole day!  

OMG…people to follow…ok…  Fair warning, I’m going to forget a LOT of folks here…and for that, I apologize in advance!  Below are literally just a fraction of my faves that I will follow to the ends of the earth!  Both because the bloggers themselves are amazing people, and because their writing is amazing!

@lipstickandwhiskey @winchesterprincessbride @kittenofdoomage @ilostmyshoe-79 @littlegreenplasticsoldier @iwantthedean @nothin-after-79 @impala-dreamer @chaos-and-the-calm67 @bkwrm523 @torn-and-frayed @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @not-moose-one-shots @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @blacktithe7 @oriona75 @manawhaat @nichelle-my-belle @frenchybell @faegal04 @bringmesomepie56 @percywinchester27 @scorpiongirl1 @dancingalone21 @winchester-smut @jpadjackles @winchestersnco @sdavid09 @mrswhozeewhatsis @sis-tafics @waywardlullabies @d-s-winchester

Like I said…I KNOW I’m leaving a lot of folks off, and this is just a fraction of my follow-forever people, but this is a good start for you!

chemistry finals

pairing: anthony ramos x reader

prompt: (anon) Hi I was wondering if you could please do 13, 3, and 4 from the prompt list with Anthony Ramos if you get the chance? I love your writing

13: “i know you told me to stop thinking about you, but i can’t get you out of my mind.”
3: “go on, tell me. tell me you don’t love me.”
4: “those things you said yesterday… did you even mean them?”

warnings: swearing, lotta fluff, v cheesy

words:  2.794 whoops

a/n: you guys are AMAZING i’m having so much fun with all the prompts you are sending in. unfortunately, i can’t get to all of them immediately bc i sprained my wrist (i was trying to turn out my light without getting out of bed and i fell off of the bed and on my wrist lol) but i am working!! happy thursday xooxoxoxooxoxoxox

Masterlist   /   Prompt List


Begrudgingly, you stalked towards your fifth block chemistry class, already over it. You had forgotten to do the homework and honestly had no idea what was going on in the class; something about VSPER? Walking in, you took your seat at the lab bench.

The bell rang and your teacher started.

“You’re late, Ramos.” She grumbled. Her back wasn’t even facing the door when senior Anthony Ramos walked in. His curls were everywhere and the freckles scattering his face glowed as the sun hit him from the window.

“What’s new?” He laughed, taking a seat next to one of his baseball friends. 

The teacher smiled. She had a sweet spot for Anthony; maybe because he was popular, maybe because he was cute, maybe because he was ridiculously charming - you didn’t know. Regardless, if you were late to class every other day, you can bet your ass you would be in detention nonstop.

At the end of the block, your teacher handed you back the tests you took last Friday. 

“Shit,” you cursed as you looked at your grade. 64%. You mom was going to kill you. You groaned lowly, slugging back in your seat as you flipped through the pages. On the last one was a note written in red pen: See me after class.

You instantly felt your cheeks flush, embarrassed that the teacher had to talk to you about how God awful you were doing in the class - as if you didn’t know.

When the bell rang, you thought about darting out of the room and pretending like you didn’t see the note. But Ms. Crump called you back, forcing you to trudge forward bashfully.

To make matters worse, Anthony was staying behind too. He, however, didn’t look upset at all. Maybe he ’s finally going to get his ass handed to him about constantly being late, you thought. Wrong.

“Y/N, you’re not doing well. Plain and simple,” she said almost immediately. You blushed. God, did she have to do this in front of him? This was so embarrassing. What if he went and told the baseball team about it?

You looked at your feet, “I know. I’m trying, I just -” She held her hand up to stop you.

“I know you are. I think you just need a little extra help.” 

Anthony slung his backpack around his shoulder, giving you a lopsided half smile, “Is that where I come in?” He asked, looking to Ms. Crump.

She nodded, “Exactly.”

“Wait, what?” You asked. Anthony Ramos, star of the baseball team, was going to tutor you?

“Anthony is one of my best students,” she assured.

Anthony’s ears turned pink when he saw your shocked expression, “Why else do you think she would be so chill with me all the time?” 

You were dumbfounded. This wasn’t actually happening, right?

Wrong.

Ms. Crump agreed that you should be working with Anthony at least twice a week; at the library, your houses, even after school in the lab. She just wanted you two together - working, that is.

Anthony jotted down his number, a grin on his face as he handed you the sticky note. 

“I’ve got practice until five, but I’m free whenever after that. Do Tuesdays and Thursdays work alright?” He gave you that smile again.

You bit your lip, nodding feebly. You were the smart one in the family, and now you needed a tutor? As if it couldn’t be any more embarrassing.

“Great, text me and we’ll figure out the details. I’ll see you then, Y/N.” He said as he walked backwards towards the door. You nodded, still starstruck over what had just happened.


Thursday came faster than you expected. You anxiously awaited Anthony at your house, agreeing to meet there since your parents worked late that night. At 5:30, he knocked on your door, his curls still wet from a shower.

“Sorry I’m late, I figured we might need some food,” he laughed, holding up a pizza in his hands, “I hope cheese is okay, I wasn’t sure if you were a vegetarian or not.” He waited a moment longer outside before you realized you were blocking the door, moving slightly to let him in. He thanked you before commenting, “You don’t have to be nervous. I get tutored in just about every other subject. Chemistry just came easy I guess.” He shrugged. 

You offered a small smile, “I just feel stupid.” 

He shook his head, putting the pizza down on the counter, “Don’t. Really. Asking for help is necessary to succeed in life. Or, I guess in chemistry.” 

You laughed, making him grin, “There you go!”

You covered you mouth to hide your smile, turning to pull out some paper plates, “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Water, please.” He said, taking a seat and opening your chemistry notebook. Everything was color coded and organized. When he took his out, you had to stifle a laugh. Everything was written in smudged gray pencil, papers ripped and falling out of the binding. 

He looked at you with a smirk, “Chemistry does love chaos.”

The two of you ate your pizza as he told you about his day, asking you questions along the way. Before you knew it, it was already quarter of seven. 

“I guess we didn’t study so much today,” he said sheepishly. 

You groaned, “I’m gonna fail the final.”

He shook his head, “Not if I have anything to do with it. Come on, let’s go over the notes from today.”

At first he was rambling on about electron configurations and ionization energy, but when he saw the confusion twisted into your face, he immediately backtracked. The started to explain it to you slowly, taking each thing and correlating it to something tangible. 

“Thing about it this way: So, uh, Carbon moves into an apartment building,” you raised an eyebrow at him. “Hear me out, okay! Carbon moves in but you have to fill all the ground floors before you can move into the second floor rooms, right? Those are the s and p orbitals. So Carbon will fill…”

You looked down at your periodic table, grasping for answers, “One s two, two s two, two p…” He nodded, encouraging you on, “Two p two?” He nodded again, more enthusiastically. 

“I knew you’d get it. Okay, let’s try… Magnesium.”


Your tutoring sessions continued for roughly two months before something happened. Something you were absolutely not prepared for. Something neither of you were. 

It started with like a usual session. It was Thursday, so you ordered Chinese for the two of you. 

“I don’t want to study tonight,” you groaned. This week had been especially long and you just wanted to relax.

“Come on!” He urged, but there was no way you were going to be interested in learning about table logic tonight.

Sighed, he put his hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay. Well,” he checked his watch, “I’ve got another hour before I have to head home. What do you want to do?” 

You looked around the room, your eyes settling on a deck of Uno cards on the counter. You raised your eyebrows in question, but he was already up to get them. 

Anthony delt out the cards, grumbling about his inability to shuffle. Within twenty minutes, you had beat him and he was already getting frustrated.

“It’s just luck!” He fumed, resealing the cards.

“It’s skill,” you combated, a smirk written on your lips. He gave you a look before a smile broke onto his face. After another game (loss), he threw his cards at you, making you giggle.

“You’re ridiculous,” he groaned.

“You’re a sore loser.” He looked at you a second longer, leaning in slightly. You felt your heartbeat increase and you down at your feel. He leaned in a little more. You took in a sharp breath, snapping your head up. 

“It’s getting late.”

Anthony felt a pang in his gut at the thought of leaving, but diet want to further upset you. He nodded, grabbing his jacket before heading towards the door. You walked towards him, ready to say goodbye. 

Nothing could happen, you reminded yourself. He wasn’t pushing or anything, but you knew that it was close. And close was dangerous, and holy shit you two were close.

He wasn’t more than a few inches away now, making your heart race. Anthony opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t get anything out. 

You couldn’t stop yourself when you lifted yourself up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll see you on Tuesday,” you said, a blush creeping up your cheeks. 

He bit his lip, “Um, or we could do something, I don’t know… tomorrow?” Your brows furrowed, what he asking you on a date? Anthony scratched the back of his neck, “We could get ice cream or something or,” he shrugged, “I don’t know.”

You smiled a little, “What are you trying to say, Ramos?” 

He was closer than before, “Uh, I - I like you, Y/N. A lot. More than a lot, and I… I don’t want to just be your tutor or your friend or -” He groaned, reaching for your hand, “Will you go out with me tomorrow? On a date. Please.”

You laughed, “Don’t you have a baseball party to go to or something?”

He shrugged, “I don’t want to party or anything. All I want to do is go out with you,” he raised an eyebrow, “So?”

“I’d like that.”

Anthony’s face lit up, his grin making your heart flutter, “I’ll see you tomorrow then, yeah?”

You nodded again, “Yeah.”

His eyes flickered from yours to your lips, “Cool.”

“Cool.”

His mouth was slightly parted before shaking his head, “Okay. Good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You pushed him slightly out of the glass door, his hand holding yours until he was too far to reach. You shook your head, the on your face brighter than usual. Good God, this boy. What had you gotten yourself into?


The end of the day took forever to come around, but that’s usually how Friday’s were. You were standing at your locker when you heard his ever familiar laugh.

You didn’t look yet, as he was talking to someone else on the baseball team; John, you think his name is.

“Come on, dude. It’s Friday night! Come out with us!” John said. 

You smiled to yourself, pulling your math textbook out of your locker. He wouldn’t go out because he would be hanging out with -

“I can’t, John. I’m taking some girl out,” he said.

“Who?” He laughed.

“Just some girl from my chem class, nothing special.” 

“Alright, dude. See you Monday.” John said, waking away.

You stopped dead cold before slamming your locker shut, turning sharply to face him. You felt your eyes start to burn; nothing special

Anthony’s mouth fell open. How much did you hear? Then he saw your face and he knew. You had heard enough.

“Y/N, I can -” you held your hand up.

“Stop.” 

“No, really. Please,” he tried again.

“No, you listen. I can’t - God, I can’t believe I let you get in my head like that! I can’t believe I let you tell me I was important and that, God! That you liked me! I can’t - I can’t. I’m done. Just, just stop. Stop talking to me. Stop thinking about me. Just stop.” You turned quickly. He did not deserve to see you cry. It’s not like you were anything special to him.

He opened his mouth but you cut him off again, “No. The final is on Monday. I don’t want you help, or your pity, or you.” You seethed, turning on your heel.

“Y/N -” he shouted, causing you to whip around.

“Did you even mean any of that? All those things you said yesterday, did you even mean them?” He called after you again, but you were already gone, speed walking out of the school.


The next week was clammy, like skating on ice and avoiding slipping past him. You had one last class of the year, and of course it was chemistry. Of course, it was. You had taken your final - correction: passed your final, and you were okay. 

At the end of the day, you wanted nothing more than to go home and relax. School was over, and you didn’t have to focus on electron affinity or pre calc, or Anthony. You were done.

But of course, you were never done, and Ms. Crump held you back. 

“I wanted to congratulate you on your success on the final, and Anthony -” she started, holding back Anthony as well. He offered a half smile, no longer as bright as it used to be. 

“Anthony, I wanted to thank you for being so generous in your time and help. I’m sure Y/N is just as grateful,” she smiled.

“She’s very smart,” he said.

You gave a tight smile and a curt nod, ready to book it. 

“Have a nice summer,” Ms. Crump waved as you walked out. 

You had almost made it down the end of the hallway when you heard him call to you.

“Y/N!” 

You groaned. Was he really still on this? It’s not like you were anything special to him - why was he still pushing this? Was he honestly that desperate that he needed the lame girl who was bad at chemistry to forgive him? 

You sighed, turning to face him, “What?”

“Listen, I’m sorry. What I said -” You started walking again, “Stop!”

You held your hand up, “No, you stop. I told you to stop, right? I passed the final. So this?” You gestured between the two of you, “Whatever this was? It’s over. Thanks for the help, but bye. Have a nice summer, Anthony.”

“That’s the problem!” He bounced on the balls of his feet, “I know you told me to stop thinking about you, I know. But God, I can’t get you out of my mind, okay? I can’t. I’ve tried to forget you and move on but, but you’re everything.” When you didn’t respond, he continued, “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t like me too, because if you tell me you don’t like me too then I’ll walk away. I’ll walk away and I won’t bother you anymore.”

You took in a sharp breath. How in hell do you respond to that?

“Please,” he said softly, taking your hand in his.

You shook your head, “I can’t.” Your voice broke at the end, no matter how strong you tried to sound.

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t lie to you,” you breathed out. His eyes lit up at this, “Of course I like you too, dumbass.”

You swore the smile on his face reached the sky, but you weren’t focusing so much on that as you were his lips on yours and his hand on your cheek and oh. He was a good kisser. No, he was a great kisser. You pushed your body flush again his as he walked you a step back against the lockers.

You pushed your hips forward slightly, eliciting a soft sigh out of him. He nipped your bottom lip, making you gasp. Anthony took this advantage to deepen the kiss, his tongue now tasting your own. Oh my God, he was good at this. His hand was running along your sides now, resting at the base of your back. 

After a moment, you heard someone cough slightly. Instantly, you snapped your head back only to slam it into the lockers behind you.

“Ow,” you groaned, your hands leaving his curls to cup the back of your head.

“Oh, shit,” he giggled, reaching up to hold your head as well.

Then you saw her: Ms. Crump, blushing fervently, staring at the two of you pressed against each other, practically eating each other’s faces off.

“I uh, I guess your chemistry improved in more than one way,” she smirked, walking towards the exit. “See you next year.”

You sputtered out a laugh, leaning forward to rest again Anthony’s chest. 

“We do have good chemistry,” he laughed, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

“Let’s go get some ice cream.”

anonymous asked:

Head canon: instead of becoming coaches, Yuuri and Victor become commentators but instead of commentating, they just talk about how much they love each other

yES its all like:

Viktor: See how *insert skater name here* landed that quad flip!
Yuuri: Yes, it was really clean!
Viktor: Remember when you changed your quad toe loop to a flip just for me in competition?? *heart smile*
Yuuri: I remember that…
*getting all lovey and fluffy instead of commentating the routine*
Yurio: *snatches mic out of their hands* JUST SHUT UP ALREADY

Exciting Stuff! + YOI Fan Rec Friday Announcement!

Hey everyone! Just wanted to let you all know of a few things!

Firstly, the blog hit 4,000 followers a few days ago!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! You are all so amazing, thank you for following and interacting with my blog! 💙💙💙💙💙 I never thought I would make it to 4,000 followers, this is incomprehensible to me, and I am so, so, thankful!

Secondly, I am opening submissions for YOI Fan Rec Friday art banners! Please don’t feel pressured to make anything if you don’t want to, but if you love creating art and want to create a YOI themed (preferably Victuuri, but I don’t mind!) banner for my YOI Fan Rec Friday posts, send it into my submissions box and it may be selected! 🎉 To thank you, I’ll make a whole fic rec list of whatever you would like (as long as it’s within my fic rec guidelines!) and infinite thanks and internet hugs from me ☺️ There is no set deadline for submissions but I was hoping maybe by the end of March, if that’s okay! I’m not pressed for time so don’t worry!

Thank you for following and reading! 

anonymous asked:

I've been reading your fic and mostly I love it, but I got to the part with Mr Busby and it made me kind of uncomfortable... I was wondering what your feelings on religion are, considering how he's written? He seemed so nice at first, why did he get so harsh?

Hi anon,

Firstly I really appreciate you sending this ask, because if people don’t like something I’ve written I’d much rather they say so so I have a chance to explain/discuss, so thank you! If you want to talk about it more please feel free to message me off anon, I won’t be offended at all :)

Just for now though I’ll explain as best I can (below the cut as it’s a bit long):

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I loved Jim sexting! What about Bones sexting?

  • It didn’t take long for news to get around that Jim was a porn-poet laureate. No one had seen the actual work, but the rumour was that it was amazing. Bones was absolutely disgusted by the idea of sending written smut by message.
  • “Darlin’, if I’m gonna wax poetic about singin’ a song between your thighs, you damn well better believe I’m gonna say it to your face to watch that pretty pink blush you’ve got when you’re turned on or embarrassed.”
  • You decide to see if you can change his mind, and send him a message about the lacy nighty you picked up on shore leave.
  • He doesn’t respond.
  • You send another message, telling him about the jasmine-scented body wash that he loves so much.
  • He doesn’t respond.
  • You send him a long message about how good you think he looks in his uniform, highlighting all your favourite parts - the snug fit of his pants across his glorious ass, the way the tunic accentuates his broad shoulders. 
  • Still no response.
  • You describe in detail exactly what you’re doing to do to those sexy body parts once you can get him out of uniform after shift.
  • Still no response.
  • You finally give up, and head back to quarters after your shift. You walk in and there’s candlelight and a bottle of wine open on the table.
  • You see Leonard sitting in the dim light of the living room, his PADD in his hand. He looks up at you and growls. “I’m going to sing a goddamn song between your thighs tonight, darlin’. But you need to put on that little lacy number first.”

14/20

anonymous asked:

-question comes from a middle schooler- What was it like living way back in the early 21st century? Isn't that when emo is from? Were wheel-cars harder to drive than the normal hover kind? Do you remember all the old 2d movies? I love '20s aesthetics, it must have all been so cool!

Well, I was still little in the ‘20s but it was pretty good. I still had to bring some paper notebooks to school, back then. I liked to help my mom choose colored pencils, and crayons, and that kind of stuff. 

People were still mad after the president in the late teens, right before I was born, so there was some unrest where I lived when I was really young, but it cooled down by the time I made it to middle school.

Emo is older than I am by about twenty-five years, or so. My grandma liked Weezer when she was in college. This is kinda hard to answer because my parents didn’t really listen to anything mainstream. They had Beatles records, and I liked that song Maxwell’s Silver Hammer

But you know, the question about wheel-cars is smart. My parents’ truck had wheels, our tractor had wheels, and my school bus did too. They were still working on self-driving cars back then, so yeah I think driving wheeled cars was more dangerous. 

It’s funny someone asked about 2D movies, because when I was little back then, I got motion sick at 3D movies so we always had to see 2D. And then they’d do all those 10th and 20th anniversary, one-night only, old movies that my parents remembered. They brought me to see Mean Girls, and I liked it, even though I didn’t get most of it. But Lacey Chabert was– well, yeah. It was a good time. Pretty cool.

anonymous asked:

Wow... I am really sorry that you're getting so much anon hate because you and the other two mods broke up three fictional characters. I love all you three and people sending any one of you hate because of a personal matter between you three that is literally none of their business is just... wrong on so many levels. You have given me so much confidence and happiness and I'm so grateful for all three of you, so don't ever let those rude jerks get to you, alright? You deserve much better.

Thank you, anon! Even though I can sometimes get rude messages, it doesn’t beat receiving sweet messages from anonymous users ♥ 

The Jack Thorne Appreciation Project

So, as we approach the first full year run of Cursed Child, a potential cast change this year and a move to Broadway next year, there are projects of thanks for the cast, but I and others think there should be one for Jack, whose words have touched so many lives. @bounding-heart shared this apt quote from Jack: “I’m a Potterhead. I’m a Potterhead till I die. The idea that my people might think that I’d done a terrible job on the set of books that I love was almost too much to bear, so I hope they don’t feel like that.” 

We’d like to reassure him that he did us all proud.

So, send in what you want to me, and I’ll put it all together into something that can be physically sent to Jack. If letters are your thing, then write, if art is your thing then draw, if videos are your thing then film. Whether what you want to offer, digital or physical, get in touch with me. My email is orcasontap@hotmail.com, or my Twitter handle, @OhMyNarwhals, or send it to me on here. If you need a postal address, please contact me via private message.

I’ll make a deadline of April 30th. The project will be mailed on May 1st.

Please share this with Cursed Child fans far and wide. I stress, you do not need to have seen the play. If the script alone has moved you (as it still does me), get involved! :)

greenappleeyes  asked:

Am I too late for Castiel Imagines? Is it ever too late for them? 😉 Anytime Castiel is away from you for more than a day he doesn't want you to feel lonely. So he downloaded Snapchat. He sends you videos of random nature, reciting poetry that you like, and of course detailed descriptions of what he plans to do to you when he returns. But most importantly is the one you wake up to every morning of him reminding you to have a good day and how much he loves you.

oh.

my.

gosh.

THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY OMFGSJFDKGHSFJ. 

What is distance?
  • Distance is a number.
  • It’s what makes me wish I lived somewhere else,
  • just to be close to you all.
  • If I could,
  • I would be with you in a heart beat.
  • I'd hug you tightly
  • And spend hours talking with you.
  • Watch movies
  • And laugh under blankets
  • Like we already do.
  • But in person.
  • Because while distance is just a number
  • The ache I have when I want to be there -
  • When I want to hug you
  • And shower you with my love
  • And remind you how much you mean to me -
  • Isn't dulled easily.
  • Because you're so far away.
  • And distance is a number.
  • A big number.
  • It doesn't stop me from loving you.
  • From sending you every bit of my affection
  • And good thoughts
  • And happiness.
  • It doesn't stop me
  • From wanting to talk to you for hours
  • And tell jokes
  • And be silly
  • And sit in silence.
  • It just stops me,
  • Momentarily,
  • From giving you physical affection.
  • But, really,
  • That won't stop me for long.
  • It's just delaying me for a little.
  • Don't worry.
  • One day,
  • I can't say when and I can't say soon,
  • But one day,
  • I'll see you.
  • Remember,
  • Distance is just a number.
  • And numbers, we can work with.
  • And though I'm not great at math,
  • And crunching the numbers will take some time,
  • It'll be worth it.

I’d like to give a PERSONAL apology to everyone who’s sent an ask (especially ones off anon) that I still haven’t answered :’)) I’m so sorry. I’m not saying I have a super duper busy life but catching up on 20+ asks that just keep restocking to 20+ is super difficult :’)))))) but I love hearing from you all so please don’t stop with the ask sending! If I feel it’s too much, I’ll close the box for a bit qwq

But yeah, sorry to everyone I haven’t answered yet ;-;

You guys...I can't...

OMG. So this happened while I was at work massaging patients and freaking out over Hawaii.

I can’t believe this. You guys are friggin amazing. I’m literally so damn speechless right now.

3,007 of you beautiful people follow my crazy ass self and I am so thankful for all of you. Words can’t even begin to describe what you all mean to me. Thank you all for taking the time to read my silly writings. Thank you for reblogging, commenting, hell, even sending me asks! You guys are amazing and I friggin love you guys so much.

NOW, I’ve been thinking about a cool way to celebrate this milestone. So far I have:

Drabbles

100 Kinks List

Gif Blurbs

Writing Challenge

Ships

So, what do you guys think? One of these mentioned above could be fun, right? So, while I think of a cool theme to do my writing challenge in, feel free to send in some ASKS with suggestions!

Again, thank you all so damn much for following me!

Originally posted by janaenaenae

anonymous asked:

Ooh can you make an imagine with jealous stiles? You're going to a Shawn mendes concert with him and your inner fangirl comes out so it makes him a little jealous 😂

Thank you so much for sending in this request. It was fun to write after finally listening to Shawn’s music. I hadn’t heard any of his stuff when you first submitted this request. I hope you like what I came up with. 

You can read your request here: Just a Kid in Love

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

lord artemis sterling apologizing for hitting the forsake button on thb: *dropping to one knee* merle. i made a terrible mistake in that place and it’s one i’m gonna have to live with for the rest of my days. i was the one who chose to forsake you in the first round. i knew i was sending you all to certain doom and i didn’t care and. well, that’s not very lordly of me, was it? 

taako apologizing for hitting the forsake button on sterling, antonia, and rowan: at the end of the day i guess it doesn’t matter who pushed what buttons and who betrayed who, really. the important thing is that we’re all part of this thing called life. and by the way, you’re welcome!