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Double Dimensional Dan

Welp, now that I’m effectively shook by phan in Singapore, let’s try this!!! 

Genre- Hella smutty 

Warnings- Some weird ass dancest 

Word Count- 1195

A/N- PLEASE SEND ME PROMPTS!!! Also I’m probably gonna make a ton of references to current events in this so have fun with that. By the way, I’m sorry for that title. I guess I just like alliterations way too much. 

HERE YA GO YOU SINNERS!


Dan was sleeping in his own bed tonight. He usually ended up in Phil’s bed, but with them moving and all, Phil ended up on the sofa and Dan ended up in his bed. It was a bit lonely there, but Dan eventually managed to fall asleep. He was in the middle of a particularly good dream about Phil when the sudden and tremendous pressure on his feet pulled him into reality.

Dan let out a yelp, finding a figure in the dark but a few inches from his face. He fumbled for his bedside lamp, eventually illuminating the room to find himself staring back at him. “What the hell?!”

“Uh… Hi!”

“Who the hell are you?!”

“I’m Daniel Howell.”

“So am I, but I go by Dan.” Dan was happy to have some slight clarification and difference between the two of them.

“So I’m really in another dimension?” Daniel looked around the room in wonder.

“Huh?”

“I’m a scientist. I finally finished creating a dimensional portal and came through. I ended up in this dimension and came here, since it’s where I live. There’s really not much different between our two Londons, or our two rooms even. What do you do?”

“I’m a YouTuber.”

“What’s a YouTube?”

Dan couldn’t imagine a dimension without YouTube. Worse even, a dimension where he never met Phil. “Well, I guess we’ve found out the difference between our two dimensions.”

Daniel shrugged Dan’s comment off. “What was that dream you were having?”

Dan blushed immediately, remembering the dream. He was dreaming of Phil. “You heard that?”

“Yeah?”

“How much?”

“Enough to know you’re pretty into whoever Phil is.” Daniel obviously wanted to know all he could about his alter-dimensional counterpart, and Dan was fairly confident he could trust himself to not leak any information. At least, not to this dimension.

“Phil’s my boyfriend. Also my flatmate. And my best friend. But the world only knows about the last two.”

“Ah. That would explain the whispered “fuck me daddy”.”

Dan blushed once again. “I guess you heard that too.”

“Odd. In my dimension, Dan Howell is pretty dominant.” Dan noticed his doppelganger glance down at the receding bulge that had formed under his sheets during his dreams. It was the elephant in the room up until this point, but that wouldn’t last long. “You know, I can take care of that for you.”

Dan was taken aback. “But you’re me!”

“So?” Dan took a moment to think. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time he’d fucked himself. In fact, it probably would have been what he’d have done to take care of this problem in the first place. Of course, that’s totally different. But it had to be better than just jacking off.

“Oh, what the hell.” Dan threw the sheets off of his torso. “Go for it.”

Daniel was giddy. “On all fours.”

“What? I thought you were just gonna like, suck me off or something?”

“I said all fours.” Dan sighed and did as he was told.  It was almost odd, hearing his own voice commanding him with such dominance. It was almost… hot. This was something Dan could get into.

Daniel was undressing, and Dan was starting to get impatient. Dan slept naked, so he had to wait for Daniel to undress while he was already naked. “C’monnnnnn!” Dan started nudging his counterpart with his ass, begging him to hurry up. Soon, Daniel was finally undressed, but that didn’t stop Dan. He ended up rubbing his ass all over Daniel’s now bare cock. Daniel, of course, didn’t bother to move out of the way. Both Dans were quite enjoying this.

“Got any lube?” Daniel asked once he was getting hard. Dan pointed him to his bedside stand. Both were glad to hear that existed in the other’s dimension. Daniel covered his fingers in lube and was about to stick one in Dan’s ass when the two heard the door open and both turned their heads to see who had entered.

“Dan, is everything okay in here? I got up to use the bathroom and saw your light was… WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Uh… Hi, Phil…”

Daniel interjected. “This is Phil?” He looked the black-haired boy up and down. “Good pick.”

“I have no clue how there are two Dans here, but I feel slightly offended being left out of this.” Phil was getting a bit of a bulge himself, which both the Dans noticed. Phil tossed off the boxers he was sleeping in and strode over to Dan’s bed. “You…”

Phil pointed blankly at Daniel, not even knowing the name of the boy he was about to fuck. “Daniel.”

“You two freak me out.” Phil took the lube out of Daniel’s hand and squeezed some into his own. “I didn’t say stop.” Daniel proceeded to begin fingering Dan’s ass, as he was going to before Phil walked in. He inserted two fingers immediately, and began scissoring them. All three of them were getting very eager.

Daniel quickly added another finger, pumping his fingers in and out for only a few seconds before they all gave in to the urge and Daniel prepared to penetrate Dan with his rock hard cock. Phil quickly bumped Daniel out of the way. “Hey, he’s my boyfriend. My turn.” Phil penetrated instead, leaving Daniel to move around to Dan’s front.

“Suck me off.” Dan gladly took his counterpart in his mouth, both sucking Daniel and being fucked by Phil at the same time. The three moved in a rhythmic triangle, Dan moving along with Phil’s thrusts and sucking along to the beat Phil was setting. Daniel was soon nearing orgasm, and pulled out of Dan’s mouth. He pushed Phil out of the way and the two switched. Daniel took Dan’s asshole, and Dan started sucking Phil off.

Daniel immediately started hitting Dan’s prostate, and Dan moaned, almost choking on Phil. Dan soon looked up at Phil with his deep chestnut eyes and backed away, giving him the ability to speak. “Daddy, I’m close!” Daniel looked up at Phil, feeling slightly left out, and gave a particularly hard thrust. Dan winced, and Phil looked down at the pained boy.

“Come untouched and finish me off.” Dan moaned, coming all over his bedsheets. Daniel came into him, and fell limp on the foot of Dan’s bed. Dan finished sucking Phil and swallowed his cum, both of them falling beside Daniel.

The three lay there helplessly for a few moments before Daniel finally stood up. “I guess I ought to be going back now. Thank you for the… Research.” He dressed himself, waved, and walked out of Dan’s room.

“I don’t know what that was or who he was, but it was definitely the weirdest hookup I’ve ever had.” Phil was confused and slightly concerned.

“I’m still waiting to wake up.”

“I don’t think you’re going to.” The two looked out Dan’s window to see the slightest gleams of the sunrise. Dan took Phil’s hand. Neither of them knew what had just happened, and they were both probably going to repress that memory. But as long as they had each other, it would all be okay.

Okay so Dan and Phil are moving and all, but all I can think of is: will the people that will move into their old apartment after them even have the slightest idea of everything that has happened there??

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haha okay so i’ve never drawn Margaret before, thank you to @majorfrustration for overseeing this attempt and giving advice!! <3

anonymous asked:

you're so good in drawing hands ! do you mind giving a tutorial, because i could never get the proportions right, and like they always turn out weird ??? it's okay if you're busy though, just wanted to ask :---)

ahh thank you! ♥ i don’t consider myself a pro at hands in the slightest but this is how i generally break them up into different parts:

once you’ve understood those basics you can stretch/shorten different parts and see what happens. (wider wrist, shorter fingers, longer thumb, tapering or squarish fingers etc.!) hands are very individual, and some might not even perfectly fit that structure i’ve come up with! so take it with a grain of salt.

and check out these great tutorials by other people: 1 2

blubblub101  asked:

Hi, it's me again! Another suggestion is that maybe Veronica tries to get JD to stop drinking slushies (and possibly fails-) or maybe JD or Veronica finds out about a fear that the other person has? (I'm so sorry if I'm bothering you-)

You are not bothering me at all! Not in the slightest! I love to write and worked really hard on this AU, so the fact that you want to hear more will never EVER bother me! The only messages that bother me is spam. No Lizzy I don’t want to have “a fun time” you are a robot.

Also I hope this fic is okay! and I hope you like it!!!!!!! I worked really hard on it and had a good time with this, it was my first time writing the characters in a more vulnerable state.


“No, pass.” JD took a sip of his slushie and waved for Veronica to ask the next question.

“You can’t pass.” She told him. She took his slushie and stole a sip, earning a little smile from her boyfriend. They were sitting on the hood of his car waiting outside 7/11 for Heather Duke to show up.

“I can pass, you can’t force an answer out of me.” JD responded in a mischievous tone. Veronica rolled her eyes and gave him his slushie back. JD smirked like he was so smart and continued drinking the sugary drink.

“You already passed twice this round, you have to answer.” Veronica repeated. JD shook his head.

“Pass.” He repeated as well. Veronica rolled her eyes.

“Okay I’ll ask the next one.” She agreed. Veronica looked back down at the little page they found in a magazine in the 7/11. It had a questionnaire game, something titled “How well do you know your best friend”. And the two teenage lovers were putting their own less-than-innocent spin on the game. “Would you rather go to Hawaii or Paris?” She asked.

“Neither.” JD told her. “I’d rather stay right here.” He told the girl. Veronica scooted closer to him and looked up curiously. JD got the question she needed no words to ask and he shrugged. “I don’t know, you spend your whole life moving around, I’m not looking to go anywhere else. Not now at least. Not when you’re here.”

“Aw, JD.” Veronica smiled. JD blushed a tiny bit and tried to shrug her off so she wouldn’t see his face, but the girl kept grinning. “That’s sweet, but you can’t stay in Sherwood Ohio forever.” Veronica told him. JD looked up curiously and stirred his slushie.

“How come?” He asked.

“Well… we grow. We change. Do you really see yourself being here in the same state when you’re thirty?” She asked. It felt like an eternity away, like the time might never even come. But JD froze at hearing this. To him he thought it would come tomorrow.

“I guess I’m staying here till, and past, then.” He responded. His voice all the sudden got more harsh, like he was snapping at her. Veronica fell back a little and then put her hand on his leg, laying her head on his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“I’m finally grounded.” JD told her. “I have you, I have a stable home, I have a school that I’m going to stay in until the end of the year, I have people helping me with my issues, I have you, I have you and I have you!” He repeated. “It’s finally all making sense, and I’m finally stable. I just feel like any moment, it can get ripped away.” He told her.

“JD, you know I’ll never let that happen to you.” Veronica promised. “I promised you that I’d help you. And until you feel well and ready, you don’t need to leave! You can stay where you feel safe, you can stay with me.” She assured. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yes you are!” JD yelled at her. He got off of the car. “You’re smart as hell! You said yourself you’re going to go to Harvard, Duke or Brown! We’re seniors! College is coming soon, and then you’ll leave, and I’ll be ripped away again and it all falls apart so fast!” Tears were flooding his eyes, but it all got cut off when he was tackled in a hug.

“It’s okay.” Veronica whispered. “It’s all going to be okay. Listen to me.” She took his face in her hands. “I’m not going to lie to you and say life doesn’t go on, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing! The change you went through was traumatizing, especially the people you lost…” Veronica trailed off, deciding not to mention his mother. “But you’ll see, when it come naturally it’s like a breath of fresh air! Like a whole new adventure to go on, but only when you’re ready to.” She told him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready.” He sniffled.

“You’re only saying that now, but I promise you will be.” She grinned. JD smiled at her, it was hard to believe her at the moment, but she had never lied to him before. She deserved his trust for this. “And if by the end of the summer, you get into a college but still feel like you aren’t ready, we’ll wait. I’ll take a year off and stay with you in Sherwood until you’re ready to move on.” She promised him.

“Veronica I can’t ask you to do that.” He told her. “You… ever since the beginning of the year you’ve been thrilled for college! I can’t have you put your life on hold for me.” He told her. He took the girl’s hands and pressed his face against hers.

“You are my life.” She told him. JD blushed and looked away, trying to get a grumpy expression.

“Cut it out, that’s so nerdy.” He teased. He then looked over at her and smiled. “As long as you’re in my life, I’ll be okay. You’ll be the stability I need, I’ll be okay with you.” He assured her. Veronica smiled at his sweet words.

“If I feel like you’re not well enough alone, I’m taking a year off between high school and college. I’m not arguing that. We can find jobs and work for a year, and then go off to college and graduate and get a nice house together.” She beamed. JD pulled her into a kiss.

“I can’t wait.” He grinned. Veronica sat him down on the car and kissed him passionately for a few more minutes until they were interrupted.

“Oh my god at least make out IN the car, not ON it for everyone to see.” Heather Duke complained. Veronica pulled away from JD, who frowned.

“Heather Duke, greeting and salutations.” JD said sarcastically, upset that he was pulled away from Veronica.

“Get off the car and let’s go.” Duke told them. “You’ll have plenty of time to make out when we get to the movie.” She told him.

“Well… she’s not wrong.” Veronica smirked.

Anyways, so I’m going to continue thinking about loving sisterly space probes and post-Americana football and not look into Trump’s Poland speech in the slightest and especially not the holy frick did he just give a “Blood And Country” speech in Eastern Europe that I’m hearing secondhand.

At least until I’m feeling up to it.

Anyways JUICE is the fricking BEST but I Will Always Be Nine and Nancy is glorious,, and, Believing in the Ideals of America and the expansive idea of an American People is….. hard.

anonymous asked:

I went to a mall and saw a Hot Topic right across from the Claire’s. I started laughing at the irony, but then I thought imagine your otp. Person A works at Claire’s and Person B works at Hot Topic. Bonus for ot3: one is a costumer (with a younger sister) who likes hot topic and is forced into Clair's often who flirts with both person A and B and causes a little feud between the two

Eren had never opposed a little bit of rivalry. On the contrary, he thought it was healthy!
Letting other people inspire you to work harder and do your best, getting motivated to never stop bettering yourself, it sounded like a good thing. And it was, more often than not.

When they’d had the more or less brilliant idea to open a new Hot Topic right across from his workplace, he’d tried to see the bright side. With a little help from Armin, his co-worker and best friend for fifteen years and counting. It was fine, really.
They kept the shop windows neater now, cleaned the displays more often and smiled just a little bit friendlier at every customer entering the store. Even their boss was quite pleased with them and for a few weeks everything was just fine.

Then Hot Topic decided to hire that guy. From what Eren could tell, he looked like he lived in the chain anyway.
The upper part of a messy undercut was died a poisonous green, he was always wearing tight band shirts and dark skinny jeans, leather bands tied around his wrists and several piercings dangling from his ears.
It could have been hot if it hadn’t been as much of a cliché. And if Eren were the slightest bit attracted to arrogant assholes flashing him shit-eating grins through storefronts whenever they caught him staring. He wasn’t, of course. Not at all.

But even that could have been good. More annoyance to fuel his motivation. All the more reason to keep the shop clean and lure in customers with chirped offers and bright smiles. But then Marco Bodt had to enter the picture and tear down Eren’s carefully constructed house of cards until he had to face reality:
Rivalry sucked.
But back to the beginning, or rather, the beginning of the end.

Marco Bodt was the prettiest, funniest and most kind thing to set a foot into this sorry Claire’s. He had dark chocolate eyes only shades lighter than his incredibly soft hair, hundreds of freckles spattered across his face and the sweetest smile Eren had ever seen.
He came here every other week, pulled into the store by what seemed like his sister who proceeded to roam the shop in search of another pair of cute muffin earrings or a glittery headband or a delicate ring. While she took all the time in the world to hold different accessories up to her face and compare them in the mirror, Marco strolled up to the counter to strike up a conversation.
He complimented Eren on his bangs, usually some shade of pink, on the necklaces he wore and the colorful bracelets wrapped around his wrists, on his eyes and nose and the tiny bows sometimes tucked into his hair. He told Eren stories about his sisters that sent both of them giggling and sometimes touched Eren’s hand where it lay on the counter all innocent.

The first time he left the shop, Eren was positively swooning, eyes trailing behind the handsome stranger with a dorky smile on his face that fell as soon as Marco went on to the Hot Topic.
Now, shopping there was not a crime and it didn’t make cute people any less cute. That’s what Eren told himself. And it was working, too. Until Marco emerged from the depths of the shop with a few shirts and went up to the counter, smiling brightly at Green Undercut.

Eren never felt as betrayed as when he watched Marco point up to his hair with a smile, probably complimenting the vibrant color. They always chatted for a whole while, Marco and Undercut, ignoring the little sister clinging to Marco’s arm, most likely pleading for them to go home already. Marco often played with the loose leather bands wrapped around pale wrists or reached out to carefully tap his fingers against the choker around Undercut’s neck.
And Undercut … reciprocated. Ghosted his fingers over Marco’s freckled underarms to send him laughing, winked and grinned and waggled a pierced tongue at him all flirty.

Eren hated it, hated everything about it when Marco emerged from the shop with an even brighter smile and his sister hanging from his arm. Hated how Undercut noticed him staring each and every time and never missed an opportunity to wink at him as well, giving a pointed thumbs up and another of these obscene tongue wiggles.
Hated how he flushed so deeply he had to hide in the back and cool his fluttery nerves again. It only took a few weeks of this, of Marco coming in and making him swoon before walking over there and making him seethe, before Eren revised his opinion.
Rivalry sucked.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm new to this + overwhelmed as where to start Do you have advice regarding the basics? How does one know which herbs are associated with what? Is it a personal thing/are there strict rules? I'm struggling bc I can't buy gems/stones/etc.

Hello there my dear sweet little witchling!! I’m so ecstatic that you came to me for help! Thank you, and I hope I do you some justice! 

First and foremost, I want to dispel the myth that there is one right way to practice witchcraft. This is absolutely not true in the slightest! There are as many different practices as there are practitioners! Every single person is going to do things differently, and that’s a thousand percent okay! This same idea can be applied to you :)

It is definitely overwhelming, especially if you aren’t quite sure where to start first! The best way to figure that out, is first to figure out what drew you to the practice in the first place! Did you like all the herbs and “green” aspects? Try green witchcraft, or herbalism as a branch off. Do you really enjoy candles and scents etc? Try focusing on candle magick! This list goes on and on. For example, I’ve always loved herbal medicine, and think crystals are just beautiful. So, when I first started out, I spent a lot of time studying herbs and different crystals, collecting them over a long span of time. Tomorrow I’m going to post a picture of all of my crystals actually! 

Regarding the “basics” of witchcraft. This is going to change depending on who you talk to. So, like everything else in this post and on my blog here, this will be my specific opinions about these topics. There’s gonna be people who think these aren’t important things, or people who think there are other things that are more important etc, but this is what I use in my own practice that I couldn’t necessarily go without :)

  1. Cleansing
    1. I use cleansing almost daily in my witchcraft. I find it extremely important, because it helps me to keep myself in order. By cleansing myself and my surroundings regularly, I am able to remove any negative buildup that could affect me or others around me. I try to be a positive person, and I’ve actually noticed that the longer I go without cleansing, the more grumpy and irritable I become! Therefore, cleansing is a must in my practice. You can do it in tons of different ways including actually showering, making magickal washes, visualization, energy work, and actual charms or spells!
  2. Protection
    1. I think it’s safe to say that there isn’t a witch out there who doesn’t think protection is important. This is your line of defense against anything that might be out there, including spirits, negative energy, icky people, and even things like bad luck! Protection is important because one, it makes you safe, and two, because nothing else would stand between you and anything targeted at you. This is also one of the easiest (and sometimes most difficult) things to do, and there are literally thousands of different ways to protect oneself. You can make wards, sigils, spells, charm bags, energy fields, scapegoats, the list goes on and on. Having a good protection method or three laying around will never ever turn out to be a bad thing!
  3. Personal Associations
    1. You asked about correspondences for things like herbs and stones and colours etc. This is where it can get confusing. So, everyone has intuition. Some people may be better at using it than others, but everyone has it and can learn to listen. As a person with feelings you react to different stimuli in specific ways. Here’s an example; Red is a colour. It is scientifically proven that just seeing the colour can raise your heart rate and blood pressure. Bob might see red and instantly start getting really angry! It might remind him of a bar fight he got into last weekend. Joe, however, sees red and gets excited because he remembers tonight is the night he is asking his girlfriend to marry him. He has a romantic dinner planned and thinks about where the night might lead. Do you see what I’m saying? Another example would be like lavender! I am absolutely obsessed with lavender! I love the smell, I love the colour, I love using it in all my magick! I use it for protection, for banishing, sometimes even for curses! But you might think lavender stinks! It may make you feel sick, so you decide not to use it at all, or only for negative spells like cursing or jinxes etc. There are tons of lists online and in books that tell you correspondences for different things, and those are well and good, especially if you’re new, because you may not have any actual experience with these items yet to decide what you might associate with them yourself! But you’ll realize one day that using Basil in money spells doesn’t really feel right to you, it’s more of a protection herb, or purple doesn’t really represent psychic skills to you, but sleeping peacefully. Heck, maybe it’s both! 
  4. Grounding and Centering
    1. So, this is something that lots of other witches probably use and think is an absolute necessity. IT also probably means something a little differently to them than it does to me. For me, grounding and centering isn’t as much about the actual act, but the idea of focusing yourself and preparing yourself for the work you’re going to do. Right before I start casting, I sit, close my eyes, focus my breathing, and try to gather myself up. I prepare myself mentally and spiritually, and when I feel ready and at full strength, I plow ahead! For others, grounding and centering is the idea that you should “ground” yourself to the earth to release excess energy, and “center” yourself to basically focus on meditate on what it is you’re doing. There’s nothing wrong with using this, I just feel it’s repetitive and out of place in most of my practice
  5. Casting Circles
    1. Very, very very rarely do I cast a circle. Usually, it’s only if I have a big working planned. But many others actually use this for everything they do! Circle casting is where you (physically, mentally, or even both) draw a line to contain you and your energy, and separate the “magick” from the “mundane.” The circle contains all the energy you raise, while simultaneously keeping you safe! One way I do utilize circles is when I’m charging objects, which you can see here. While I may not cast circles often, I do find them to be extremely fun and sometimes even peaceful/beautiful to do! If I ever get to have my dream of owning a little forest cottage with woods around, I plan to create a permanent circle in the forest for me to work in!
  6. Belief
    1. I think this is absolutely the most important thing to get down. Witchcraft works because you believe it does. All of your confidence and faith in yourself and your magick is part of what fuels your ability! You have to trust in your own ability, and the more confident you are, the better your spellwork becomes! 
  7. You don’t need a bunch of supplies! 
    1. Here is a post I made regarding advice for beginner witches, and it was that you don’t need all the fancy ingredients and the cool looking tools and the billions of herbs and books! Most of these things took us years to gather together. We didn’t go out and buy everything you see all at once. I have an extensive collection of herbs that I’ve been gathering myself and buying from reputable stores for years! Looking around, a lot of the stuff I have is from the dollar store, or I found it at goodwill and repurposed it. Other things, yeah, maybe I splurged on! One of the most common tools in my craft are rocks. Not fancy pretty stones, but just rocks I found on the road. I have a whole jar of them and I can use them for literally anything at all. I can use one rock for protection and one for happiness and one for healing and one for communication etc. You don’t need a single herb or crystal to practice witchcraft!

Alright so this was really longer than I expected and I’m sorry but I hope it was enlightening at least a little bit! The long story short is everything in witchcraft, from the colour associations to the crystal and herb correspondences to the way you hold a wand (if you even decide to use one!) is customizable, Witchcraft is incredibly versatile and incredibly personal! It can be whatever you want it to be, and don’t let a single other person tell you otherwise!!

so, revelation: i really don’t care about any of the 1d boys other than harry outside of the band dynamic

anonymous asked:

Would it be ok if I tag ur walf art as 'kintag'?

Absolutely, feel free!

I don’t mind my general art being tagged as “kin” or “me” in the slightest. Just as long as it’s not my/friend’s personal characters (i’ll make a more cohesive tagging system for OCs and stuff) or commissions for others!! OTHER THAN THAT feel go right ahead! 

Harry wants a cat
  • Louis: We're not getting it love. It'll get us up at ass o'clock in the morning and demand all our attention! What kind of person adopts something like that?
  • Harry: Um...
  • Louis: I do not get you up at ass o'cl-oh fuck you Styles. You and your stupid puns. You're such a dork. As for demanding attention, I am NOT demanding in the slightest and if you think I am, you can just go home and give YOURSELF a mind blowing orgasm. And then wash the fookin sheets afterwards. Got it?
  • Harry: You're right Lou. Not demanding in the slightest.
  • Louis: Are. You. Actually. Using. Sarcasm. Against. Me. ME?!
  • Harry: Oh c'mon Lou. Baby pleeeeeease. I just want something all little and adorably grumpy like you. Something that'll smack my hand away when I try to touch it's tummy. One just isn't enough.
  • Louis: Do not "baby please" me! Contrary to popular belief, I can say no to you. And really? That was supposed to convince me. I'm not little, grumpy and I don't--okay, okay I do but why do you always have to rub me fookin belly? I'm not Buddha Harold.
  • Harry: I wouldn't fuck Buddha like I fuck you. Baaaabe, I'm just saying. Wouldn't it be nice to have a little caramel coloured kitten with bright blue eyes and--
  • Louis: Harry.
  • Harry: And it could curl up in my lap. Like at first it'd mewl in protest when I touched it but soon enough it would be purring and then--
  • Louis: Harry. Edward. Styles.
  • Harry: Yes baby?
  • Louis: Is this or is this not because of that fookin ridiculous segment on James' show?
  • Harry: Shh boo. The cat isn't supposed to talk.
  • Louis: I WILL CASTRATE YOU STYLES
  • Harry: So is that a yes to the kitten?

ironic-discordia  asked:

Okay, but even before dad Doc, imagine him being the most doting mother-hen ever to Wynonna while she's pregnant. This is a man who lived in a time when pregnancy and childbirth were still really dangerous, who got TB because he was caring for his mom. He would totally fuss over Wynonna, get her whatever ridiculous food she needed in the middle of the night, etc.

omg i’m upset good point about what pregnancy was like back in his day. any time she showed the slightest bit of not being okay he’d get all freaked out and tuck her in bed and make her soup. wynonna would complain the entire time, but secretly, she would love it

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anonymous asked:

i'm trying to get into drawing more often and improving but i'm already like 15 and i have no idea what i'm doing and i feel like its just too late for me to do anything about it ://

You are never too old for learning or improving any skill and it is 100% okay to not have the slightest idea of what you’re doing. It’s all part of growing up and learning, so please don’t be discouraged. 

When I wake up I'm afraid. ( TylerxReader )

Loosely Based Off Of Afraid by The Neighborhood

Warning : Sad and may contain strong language

Do not read if you could be triggered in the slightest

Tylers P.O.V

I look at her and see perfection. Then I think, I’m not good enough for her. Hell, I’m not even good enough for me . I try and try to tell myself it’s okay. Even when it’s not. I feel selfish. For keeping her to myself for my own happiness. I’m not sure she’s happy.

I just don’t want to let her down. She needs someone to help her and love her. Love her like I do. I want her to be happy and it kills me inside because I’m not the one that does that. I wish I could be as happy as her these days. She has true Beauty. What do I have?

I’m just afraid to loose her. When I wake up I’m afraid somebody else might take my place.

“Love, umm…I wanted…I wanted to ask you something.” I said with a shaky breath.

“What’s up?” She smiled. Okay, this was harder then I thought.

“Are you…are you ha-Happy?” Fear coated my voice.

“Yes. What do you mean about that?”

“No. No. I mean are you happy with m-me?” I said struggling to get my words out.

She took a deep breath and looked at me with sad eyes.

“Yes, of course. Tyler, what’s going on? Are you breaking up with me? Oh my gosh, please I’m so sorry Tyler please don’t beak-“

“Listen, I just want to know if your happy with this relationship. Are you happy to be with me because I sure as hell am happy to be with you. I’m just afraid that you’ll replace me down the road cause of tour and I don’t know what I would do without you. I don’t know if I could function without you. I don’t want to be anywhere if I can’t go with you. As cliche as it sounds..I can’t live without you. I really can’t. It just scares me that one day you’ll leave me because I don’t deserve you. I’m not good enough and I can’t cope with that.” I was whispering by now.

It hurts fucking so much and I don’t know if I could stop it. It Felt like I couldn’t stop crying by now.

“Why? Why would you think that? I love you Tyler Joseph. I love you so Damn much it hurts and yes Tyler I am happy. I am the happiest I’ve been all my life when I’m with you. So Fuck you if you think any different because I love you so much.i am In Love With you And Forever Will be and i don’t regret it.”

She then ran into my arm hugging me and crying at the Same time. I was doing the same. Salty tears run down my face. Not from sadness but because I was happy. I was happy to have such an amazing person in my life and I was doubtful.

She was my everything. My air. My world. My universe. My love and I doubted her.

Originally posted by mynamesblurryfaceand