i hope it can cheer you a bit

“James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell – also, Dumbledore’s still got his Invisibility Cloak, so no chance of little excursions. If you could visit, it would cheer him up so much.” Lily’s letter to Sirius. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

And it did :)

[instagram @potterbyblvnk]

“Did you ever think about kissing me?”

When Cas looks to his side, Dean is looking at him. He can’t help but smile because of the flower crown in Dean’s hair and the expecting, nervous look on his sun kissed face.

“Yes.” Cas admits.

@jimminovak​ wrote a thing and I loved it sm that I had to draw it
(I know they’re not lying down like in the fic I only realised that when I was almost done, rip me)

[TRANS] BTS Festa 2014 - Post-its to BTS


“Hey V!
When hyung look at you, uh, my heart hurts so so much.
I said you just need to trust and follow hyung right?
Why don’t you know that ㅋㅋㅋ Be obedient ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Wanna gang up and fight off Suga-hyung? Deal?” - Jimin 

“Hey V…
What’s your next hair color?
I’m curious too.” - Suga 

“V, speak to the point and precisely.” - J-hope 

You’re the kind of kid that makes people love and hate at the same time.
You’re similar to me in many things but sometimes I can’t understand you… Be more obedient.
P.S. Am I weird too?” - Rap Monster 

“Be a human.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 

I don’t mind you resting in my room when I’m not at the dorm but clean up after you go~ Let’s live cleanly at the dorm! You’re No.1 on my blacklist ㅋㅋ” - Manager 


Hyung ㅋㅋㅋ I demand a duel with you and Suga-hyung ㅋㅋ Right now you guys think I’m cute but the day this table is turned will come soon. Wait a little bit more.” - Jimin 

“Hey Hope…
These days your variety sense is getting better.
It’s good.
But thanks to that it’s twice noisier too…” - Suga 

You’re always hopeful and cheerful but I think you must go through hard times too. If you do, you can look for me and talk. I can listen to your stories. […]” - Jungkook 

“Hey J-hope.
I heard you saved my contact as ‘Kim Seokjin-hyung’.
It’s okay.
I saved yours as ‘Bighit Jung Hoseok’.” - Jin 

“You pervert… ㅡ ㅡ
For example when I’m playing games, don’t turn off the outlet.” -

Sometimes you’re earnest, sometimes you’re the laziest. Show the world more of your abilities.” - Rap Monster 

“Chief Jung who always work hard and look after BTS. Wait, now that you’re promoted, you became team leader Jung right? ㅎ I believe there’s no doubt you’ll get good reward and result with how hard you’ve worked. Let’s get promoted to President Jung!” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

“Team leader Jung who’s always very helpful! Thanks~” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 


“Hey Rapmon, shower cleanly.” - J-hope 

“If you borrow something you have to return it back.” -

“Hey Rapmon…
These days you’re not snoring…
Thanks to that I’m sleeping peacefully.
Thank you…” - Suga 

“Hey Rapmon.
I don’t know if I adapted myself to your snoring or if your snoring got quieter, but I got used to it.
It’s fine, it’s all good.” - Jin 

You must be tired from going through a lot for the 6 of us right. I’m sorry I can’t do anything for you. I’ll work harder so you’ll have less hard times.” - Jungkook 

You’ll stand by our side right? You will right? I like you a lot but nah, I think you’ll betray us ㅋㅋㅋ I’ll leave you out. It’s a coup d'état!! Kakakaka.” - Jimin 

“Go to the bathroom before we start practicing.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 


“Suga-hyungnim, thank you for thinking I’m cute ㅎㅎ I’ll fight you off some day. I’m gathering the team for it. Just wait. From the coolest guy in BTS.” - Jimin 

Please be more obedient.
I know your childish inner self better than anyone else ^*^!” - Rap Monster 

“Hey Suga.
I like your lazinism. Really.
I feel at ease when I see you lying down.
Really.” - Jin 

“You only need to show a little bit of your lethargy.” -

You must be tired from working and composing until late at night. You don’t seem to gain any weight so please eat a lot. When […] I’ll buy it for you.” - Jungkook 

“SUGA fighting!!” - J-hope 

“To. Suga Rebel.
Old soul. Genius artist?
Thanks to you BTS can be BTS. I hope you can keep being that way and become a great artist!!
When will you write a title song? ㅋ” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

“Take care of your health when you’re still young.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 


You’re doing great.
Please show us the ✨eldest hyung✨ side of youㅡ
P.S. Thanks for your cooking! ^*^” - Rap Monster 

“Jin-hyung, please shave.” - J-hope 

“It’s too much if you know you’re handsome yourself.” -

Must be tired doing all the assignments for college right…?
You just need to avoid getting academic probation…
I’ll always support you.” - Suga 

Hyungnim T_T~ I’m going to fight off Syubsyubie-hyung and Hope-hyung but I need your help! If you’re there those people will ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ㅋㅋㅋ So you have to help me!!!
The most handsome cook in BTS, Jin-hyung.” - Jimin 

“Jin-hyung. Thank you for making us many delicious dishes.” - Jungkook  

“To. Jin BTS’ shoulder-slash-eldest-hyung!
You always stay behind quietly but I know you are their mediator and their shoulder to lean on.
Maybe the day when you’re called Korea’s best actor will come soon too?^^” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

Thanks to your ability to cook tasty dishes from limited ingredients, I always get to eat deliciously~ Take care of me in the future too~” - Manager 

“Hoot…” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 


“Hey Jimin…
Why do we stop growing so soon…” - Suga 

You’re having a hard time these days because of me right.
I’ll be more obedient.
Thank you.
Let’s work out together 3 years later ㅋ” - Jungkook 

You know I love you right?
It’s no joke~” - J-hope 

“Don’t touch your thighs you pervert.” -

“To. Jimin
Hardworker, in charge of charm, Jiminie!! ♡
From someone who joined BTS the latest, you have now become an irreplaceable part of the team! Keeping working hard in the future too!! […] the saying that heaven will help hardworkers.” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

“Go to the bathroom early. Don’t go when we start.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 


Stop working out…
Let’s not work out with me…” - Suga 

“Hey Jungkook.
You listen to me well so you’re good.
This brat.
Good. But refrain from working out…” - Jin 

Jungkook, I’m not pressuring you! I’m planning to kick out Suga-hyung and Hobi-hyung but I won’t pressure you to stand by my side. But I’m treating you really well!!! Right? Our kind and pretty Kookie…” - Jimin 

“Jungkook, you’re so good even at practicing. I think I need to learn more because of you too. But be more obedient~” -

“To. Jungkook
Golden maknae!! Is there any word that can describe better than this? ㅎ
I believe that if you are not settled with your natural talents, not hate doing repeated things and work with passion, there’s no doubt one day you’ll become the best singer in Korea!
Hope you will never forget your passion and effort!!” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

“My manager. Once a manager, forever a manager.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 

Wake up when I wake you in the morning! Sometimes I’m scared when no matter what I do, you still remain motionless like a stone stature. And sleep on your bed~! Don’t sleep in weird position on the floor too~!” - Manager

anonymous asked:

I'm really ill at the moment but seeing your amazing art is cheering me up a bit so thank you :) could you please draw some more nervous Albus about starting Hogwarts? Maybe making friends with a sweet loving blond? Oh and do you have deviantart?

ooooh dear! thank you so much!!! I’m so happy my art makes you feel better!!!!❤❤❤
 Anyway I like your request, so I made this… I hope it’s what you wanted! :) I Really love Scoprius and Albus, I want to do more illustrations on them! <3

And no, sorry, I don’t have deviantart! but you can find me on instagram, Facebook and behance! ;)

anonymous asked:

I just got some really, really bad news. Can I get some tooth rottingly sweet drarry fluff to try and balance it out? ❤️

Draco is not a sappy person.  Absolutely not.  

He most definitely doesn’t keep all the anniversary and Christmas cards Harry has ever given him in a hidden drawer in his desk.  Nor does he circle the days they will  see each other on his calendar in invisible ink lest his nosy secretary accidentally see.

He definitely does not carry a picture of the two of them from their first Christmas together in his, smiling and laughing and looking free, in his wallet,  enchanted to look like a business card should anyone but him look at it.  

And he definitely, definitely is not head over heals in love with Harry Potter.

So when he goes into Waldrick’s Wizarding Wares and Fine Jewelry that Tuesday afternoon it is only look because he is not a man of rash decisions.  He’d simply seem an attractive gold band glimmering in the window and decided to have a look is all.

When he leaves the shoppe two hours later his wallet is considerably lighter and his robe pocket feels extraordinarily heavy, especially for for such a small box.  He slips his hand inside his pocket, wrapping it around the box and letting his thumb caress the smooth velvet.  His heart feels too big and his courage too small.  He most definitely is not proposing to Harry.

He carries the box in his pocket for exactly 87 days.  In fact he almost convinces himself he means not to do it too, because they’ve got a great thing going and he will not be the one to muck it up.  He simply will not risk it.

Until the 88th day.

Harry sleeps over and when Draco awakes the next morning it is to the glorious sight of Harry splayed across his bed, his legs tangled in the sheets and his body radiating a warmth that Draco finds intoxicating.  His hair is a complete disaster and his mouth hangs open just a bit, his entire body heavy with sleep.  He looks so relaxed, so at peace and something in Draco breaks in that moment at the idea of Harry ever leaving.  He thinks of the nights Harry is gone and he clings to the empty sheets inhaling his scent and wishing he were here.    

And then Harry is rolling over towards him, a smile spreading across his face before he even opens his eyes as he presses his lips against Draco’s neck in a gentle kiss.

“Marry me?” Draco whispers.

Harry pulls back with a jump, his eyes bright and perhaps a little hopeful. “Are you serious?”

“If I hadn’t been serious I wouldn’t have asked,” Draco replies shortly, a bit of insecurity creeping back in.  Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all.

“But when we first got together you said you’d never get married,” Harry says, and Draco isn’t sure if its a statement or a question but he feels Harry’s hands trembling and understands that he is not the only one unsure.

“I say a lot of things I don’t mean.  Now is not one of those times.  I don’t want you to leave.  Ever.  I don’t want you come to my flat or me go to yours; I want a place that’s ours.  I don’t want to ever see you walking away and not know that you’re coming back to me every time.  I love you, Harry, and I don’t say it enough.  But I do, with everything I am.  You make me a better man and I want you as mine.  Forever.  Please say yes.”

“Yes!” Harry all but yells, pinning him down against the bed.  “Fuck yes,” Harry says again and Draco doesn’t even have time to consider the shakiness in Harry’s voice because Harry is kissing him as if he might actually die if he stops; desperate and demanding and consuming.

Hours later, when Harry is asleep again, Draco traces a heart on the bare skin of Harry’s back, memorizing the way he’d looked when he’d said yes and he thinks that perhaps he might just be a little bit sappy.

anonymous asked:

Hello I'm very sick and there's a hurricane outside please share some of your most amazing headcanons

hey you! yes you! donate to hurricane relief!

  • anyone left alone on the bridge for more than a minute will inevitably put their hands on the controls and pretend to fly the castle
    • this includes coran
  • lance: “keith what’s-” [keith runs in] “alright i guess the plan is no plan! we wing it! probably won’t work but you’re doing it with a lot of confidence!”
  • shiro’s gotta use the buddy system whenever he wants to go somewhere
  • “okay quick question: are we more a scifi spaceship crew or a zombie apocalypse survival team? because zarkon’s like technically dead and-”
  • keith and allura both have no concept of how to make friends
    • one lived in a desert and the other piloted a magic flying castle they didn’t exactly have many chances to socialize with other teens
    • that’s okay though they get along fine
    • allura: “…would you like to go spar?” keith, who’s been trying to think of something to say for the past ten minutes: “oh thank god”
  • hunk: “hey i’m not paranoid!” pidge: “just this morning you thought a ghost made your toast” hunk: “I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!”
Like Father, Like Daughter - Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Summary : The death of your father hits you full force right in the face, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to feel ok again…Fortunately for you, a certain Copy Ninja is here to try and cheer you up the best he can. 

Well, I thought I’d just jump into it. Something completely unrelated to DC/Mavel, a bit of love for Kakashi from the anime “Naruto”…I just really wanted to write this piece with the scarecrow. Tell me if you want more of those (I’ve been binge watching Naruto, One Piece and Full  Metal Alchemist particularly lately so…send request about that if you wanna) I’m really REALLY unsure about that one…But hey, I’m posting it anyway. Hope you’ll like it 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)


-Go fuck yourself you fucking stale baguette !!

…Stale baguette ? Where were you even finding your insults ? How was he suppose to punish you for using bad words when you were being so damn hilarious ? Stale baguette. He had to remember that one. 

Jiraiya looked at you tenderly. You. His daughter. A daughter he never even should have had. His daughter than never let anyone walk on her feet. His small little baby girl…who was already sixteen. Where have the years gone ? 

He was staring at you, his eyes full of awe and love, as usual, and couldn’t help but think you looked a lot like your mother right now, mad as Hell and ready to kick some ass. 

Your mother. Tsunade. The only woman he ever truly loved (though he’d never admit it, as the love was unrequited…or so he thought). Most people were quite…surprised to say the least, when they learned that you were the biological daughter of the two famous sennin, Jiraiya, and Konoha’s fifth Hokage, Tsunade Senju. 

You were the result of a very drunken night of passion, the only one they shared…It was Dan’s (your mother “only love”) anniversary of death, and she felt particularly bad. So she went out to drink her sorrow away, and your father went with…The rest is history. 

Nine months later, you were there, a surprised to both of them, but one they gladly accepted. They had a lot of flaws, those two, but being bad parents wasn’t one of them. 

You lived in Konoha until you were six, until your “Uncle” Orochimaru turned dark, betrayed the village, and your parents’ were too heartbroken to stay. Your life was shared between them. A few months with your dad, a few months with your mom…And you loved it. 

Ruffling your hair mischievously, your father lets out a loud laugh and says : 

-You’re a terrible flirt. Not as in you do it too often, as in, you’re bad. Like, really bad. Soooooooo bad.

-Yeah I know ! Like father, like daughter right ? 

-I don’t think I ever called anyone a “fucking stale baguette” while trying to flirt with them…How did that even come up ?

You shake your head vigorously, you have no idea how you ended up insulting the guy you were flirting with…Was it because he kept making stupid remarks about your boobs ? Or maybe your ass ? You couldn’t even remember, that’s how important to you it was. Yeah, you definitely couldn’t care less.

-No, but remember that time you waited an entire day in the public onsen just to see naked women ? 

-…Point taken. 

-Aren’t you suppose to scold me for using bad words anyway ?

-…If I buy you your favorite flavored popsicle, will you shut up and not tell anything to your mother ? 

-Buy me two and we have a deal.  


You nod, and he puts a protective arm around your shoulder (as a reflex, because if he was honest with himself, he knew you didn’t need protection…You were your parents’ daughter, a very powerful kunoichi, bound to even surpass them one day), his giant frame dwarfing your small one…That, you took from your mother. 

It was moments like that that you loved the most with your father. Just silly time with your big idiot of a dad. You two had always been close, ever since the moment you were born. He swore, the first time he held you in his arms, that he would never let anything happen to you…He just didn’t plan on leaving you so soon…

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anon1: i’m glad that i can help even just a little bit through liverpep shenanigans :”) know that you’re helping me a ton by making my day and for having taken the time to send me a message!! i’m cheering you on through all the rough times (and i’ll be cheering even during the best ones!!) i hope for sunshine in your day and smiles and laughter too💕 

anon2: thank you, anon, for making my heart feel so light and happy!! i hope your day today (or whenever you see this hehe) is a much better day, but i’m glad that i managed to help out a bit!! liverpepper (and my ask box) are always here for you for Blue Days! take care of yourself!!🌸✨🌸✨🌸

anon3: WAAAH!!! YOU’RE so wonderful, anon!! i’m not the best by any means but your support and super super kind words sure make me feel like i can take on the world!! thank you so much for this!!! you’re a ray of light in my day!!!

thank you so so SO much for all your kind words and support—they make me feel like a champion even when i’m blue!!! you LEVEL ME UP AND GIVE ME EXP!!! thanks for making liverpepper so fun for me to share with all of you!!!

Imagine if Gaston is angry ( or rather pouting ) he needs to hug Lefou x) Isn´t that kinda cute ?  ^w^ 

I want to devote this fan art to @ladycibia ! Hope it´s not to late to wish you good luck again and hope I can cheer you up a bit ^^ 

anonymous asked:

if this makes you uncomfy pls ignore me and i apologize in advance, but it's a situation hitting rly close to home right now and i could use some chocobro support so, i was wondering if i could ask for how the chocobros would handle it if their s/o was being harassed by an awful ex? not in person but by texts, email, rumors etc. just being super mean and all-around gross. ;-;

Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear that, anon! That is definitely not okay and I’d be calling someone to go beat them up asap. If that’s not an option, then block them on everything you can! Nobody deserves harassment. I hope the chocobros can cheer you up a bit for the time being.

Sending all our love & support~


Absolutely none of the guys will take this matter lightly. Though some of them may not show it as much as the others— they will be livid. Make no mistake when I say that they will be your literal knight in shining armor. Nobody messes with their s/o, no matter who they are— or used to be.


You’ve been trying to keep it from him— downplaying the entire situation. The texts, the calls, the emails, all of them you open but delete, checking over your shoulder every time Noctis may be around. The last thing he needs is to be bothered with this nonsense when he’s got princely-business to attend to. After all, the two of you are fresh into your relationship and you certainly don’t want to bring your old dirty laundry into the mix.

However, the ruse isn’t kept up forever. The prince may be lazy, but he’s no fool. He catches you the first evening you decide to stay the night at his apartment. It was supposed to be a momentous thing— a mile stone, if you will— and it had been… until your phone started going off while you were in his bathroom brushing your teeth.

You don’t hear it over the water, but you do hear Noctis say something about a call coming in. Thinking that it’s your overzealous best friend hitting you up for deets on the prince’s preference of underwear, you tell him to answer it— chuckling to yourself when you picture your friend’s reaction.

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Stitching Up the Seams

Summary: Phil can’t help but notice the boy with dead eyes who wears baggy jumpers all the time and barely talks anymore. Not being able to stand how sad he looks, Phil begins to slip notes into Dan’s locker in hopes of raising his spirits.
Word Count: 2216
Warnings: Implied self harm (doesn’t describe it at all, just implied), cussing, depression
Title Credit: Such Small Hands - La Dispute

There is a boy with mocha hair and caramel eyes that turn slightly mahogany in the sun who has a dimple in his pale cheek and has long fingers that shake slightly whenever he talks or even when he reaches for things or writes. There is a boy with dark circles under his eyes who comes to school sometimes with curly hair and wears baggy sweaters that he constantly pulls over his hands like he’s nervous about something.

Phil didn’t know what he was nervous about.

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Eren doesn’t like dates

For the past twenty minutes he has been trying to pluck up the courage to make his way to the restaurant.  Or rather, he has been hoping that his sister would have sent him a message that his date has bailed. But of course, he’s the only one who’s stressing his ass off over this stupid blind date.

Despite his previous attempts at getting Mikasa on board with the fact that he’s perfectly happy being single, she still took things into her own hands and set up a blind date for him. A guy, a pharmacist apparently, who will be sitting in a booth in a black shirt.

Eren groans, but finally steps out of his car and makes his way to the building. The place doesn’t look sketchy, so he can cross the fear of being kidnapped by the Russian mafia off of his list, at least.  

He dusts off his clothes and ruffles his hair a little bit before he sets foot in the restaurant. Letting out a long breath he didn’t know he has been holding as the aroma of Greek food engulfs him.

He’s immediately met by a chipper brunette, offering him a way too enthusiastic smile. “Good Evening! Table for one?”

“I’m meeting a friend, he’s actually here already so I’ll just uhm…” Eren lingers as his eyes roam over the surface of the restaurant. Instantly sighing in relief when he sees a man sitting alone in a booth, wearing black v-neck.

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Good For You (Connor Murphy x Reader)

WC; 1,771

TW; Uuuu swearing? Depressed reader :<

AN; I changed the lyrics a bit, don’t murder me loves.

REQUEST; so like idk if this is stupid or if ur still taking requests but a connor murphy x reader where it’s kinda like the reader is singing good for you to him bc he fucked up ??? idk i think it would be really interesting to read and end it with fluff maybe ?? fluff is good

You heard a knock on your door, and you reluctantly got up to answer it. You blinked a few times at your best friend since 2nd grade.

“Connor?” You mumbled, stepping aside to let him in.

He nervously smiled as best as he could fake it. You glanced him up and down, noticing his all black outfit.

“How-How are you?” You muttered, trying to make conversation and figure out why he was here subtly.

“I’m- Well, I’m okay.” Connor almost whispered, wringing his hands.

“Can, can you help me?” Connor mumbled, looking at his feet with a pink face

You felt your heart flutter as his hair fell into his face and he pushed it back behind his ear gently.

“Of course I’ll help you, Con.” You said lovingly, guiding him to the couch and sitting next to him.

His face scrunched up as he tried to think of what to say. You turned a light pink as you noticed how adorable he had looked. You were in love, and you had been since you were both fourteen. Sure, you had drifted apart as you grew older, but you still admired him from a distance. He always seemed to know when you were watching him, so he acted as normal as he could. He tried not to get angry at anyone or say something rude to anyone.

You were Connor’s only hope, and he couldn’t loose you. He didn’t know how he was feeling towards you, so he pushed you away as well as the confusion.

“I-I need help asking this girl out.” Connor blinked, looking up at you.

For a moment, just a moment, you felt hope inside yourself. Maybe this was like a cheesy movie scene. You just needed to play your role.

“Oh yeah? Who is this girl?” You smirked, resting your head on your hand and leaning forward a bit for exaggeration.

“Oh, uhm. Her name is Jasmine Cephas Jones.” Connors face turned bright red and he practically had heart eyes.

Your face fell for a moment and you faked a smile. You should’ve known.

“I know her, and I can totally set you two up!” You cheered, trying to hide the fact your eyes were watering slightly.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Jasmine called, smiling the cutest smile ever. You had wanted to hate her, but you could never. She was so sweet, and you were just jealous.

Connor grinned at you, gesturing to their intertwined hands. You raised your eyebrows and faked another smile. You’d been doing that too much.

“So the date last night went goo-?” You began, getting cut off by the bell.

“Oh! Gotta go, (Y/N)!” Connor smiled again, the realest smile you had ever seen from him. You watched your all time crush and his girlfriend run down the hallway. You stood there until there were only two people in the hallway.

You spun around with tears in your eyes, heading to leave the school with your head down. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Evan Hansen at his locker, watching you practically run by with tears streaming down your face.

You had heard him following you, trying to keep up without running.

“W-Wait, (Y/N)! Wait!” Evan called, making you slow down to a stop in the hallways.

“What, Evan?” You said softly, your voice breaking.

“Are-Are you okay? Why-Why are you crying?” Evan gently grabbed you by the wrist, making you look up at him. You noticed he was only a few inches taller than you. You noticed he was fidgeting with his other hand. You noticed the cast on the arm on his left arm. You noticed the bags under his eyes. You noticed his slightly disheveled dirty blonde hair. You noticed his lips, chapstick smeared on them. You noticed the look of panic on his face as he looked at you.

His eyes were wide as he looked at you. He could tell you were breaking slowly. You had dark bags under your eyes, and your eyes were swollen from crying so much. Your hair was messy, and you dressed in darker clothes than normal. You wore long sleeves, which you’ve never worn before. He didn’t think you even owned long sleeved shirts.

Evan pulled you into his arms, which was completely out of character for him. He was worried about you. You had known each other for the longest time, and you were a family friend.

“You like Connor, don’t you?” Evan whispered, putting his hand on your head.

You nodded into his chest with tears rolling down your face.

“I’m so sorry.” You had both whispered at the same time.

You waved bye to Evan, smiling brightly at him. You and Evan had become really close ever since you had told him everything a week or two ago. You hadn’t spoken to Connor since that day. You tried to, but he was always really busy. You felt anger towards him every time he told you he was too busy to hang out.

You tried to convince yourself you were better than that.

‘Don’t hold grudges, (Y/N).’ You would say to yourself when you got mad. You took up a new hobby of writing lyrics without any music. You were currently writing a piece called “Good For You”, but you hadn’t gotten past the second lyric.

You walked back into the house and only a minute later you heard a knock at the door. Thinking Evan forgot something, you answered it without looking who it was.

“Connor?” You asked, a bit shocked.

“Oh, good, (Y/N), I need your help.” Connor mumbled, walking into the house.

“Wha-?” You had began, growing a bit angry he only came to see you when he needed something from you.

“Jasmine is losing interest in our relationship, I need you to help me spice things up.” Connor paced your kitchen, his arms crossed.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Murphy?” You growled, stepping forward.

“The fuck are you talking about?” Connor squinted at you, angry and confused.

 “So you found a place where the grass is greener. And you jumped the fence to the other side.” You began, repeating the lyrics you had written down.

“Is it good? Is she giving you a world I could never provide?” You held back tears, and you started to sing louder.

“Well I hope you’re proud of your big decision. Yeah, I hope she’s all that you want and more.” You sang, walking closer to you.

“Now you’re free from the agonizing life we were living before.” You sang, watching Connor’s face drop as he listened to the lyrics.

“And you say what you need to say, so that you get to walk away. It would kill you to have to stay trapped. When you’ve got someone new.” Connor’s eyes were wide as he realized he had been ditching his best friend.

“Well I’m sorry you had it rough, and I’m sorry I’m not enough. Thank God she rescued you.” The last line made Connor confused, and that was a feeling he hated.

“So you got what you always wanted. So you got your dream come true. Good for you.. Good for you, you, you.” Your voice was raspy and cold, and you were crying.

“Got a taste of a life so perfect, so you did what you had to do.” You turned away, unable to let him see you cry.

“Good for you, good for you!” You shouted, glaring at him.

“Does it cross your mind to be slightly sorry? Do you even care that you might be wrong? Was it fun? Well I hope you had a blast while you dragged me along.” Your voice softened as if you were singing from another perspective.

“And you say what you need to say. And you play who you need to play,
and if somebody’s in your way crush them and leave them behind!”
Connor had tears in his eyes as he watched you yell, letting it happen.

“Well I guess if I’m not of use. Go ahead, you can cut me loose. Go ahead now, I won’t mind.” You insisted, your voice cracking.

“I’ll shut my mouth and I’ll let you go. Is that good for you? Would that be good for you, you, you?” You repeated, gently shoving him into the counter and walking around.

“I’ll just sit back while you run the show. Is that good for you?
Would that be good for you, you, you?-”
You sang, not expecting Connor to sing over you.

“All I need is some time to think. But the boat is about to sink-”

“I’ll shut my mouth and I’ll let you go, is that good for you? Would that be good for you, you, you?-”

“All the words that I can’t take back, like a train coming off the track, ‘cause the rails and my bones all crack -”

“I’ll just sit back while you run the show, is that good for you?-”

“ I’ve got to find a way to stop it, stop it! Just let me off!” Connor sang, his voice getting loud. Tears ran down his face as silence over came the room. You were both panting and crying, tears dripping down both of your faces.

You and Connor both ran at each other and hugged, tears getting on both of you.

“I-I’m so sorry, I lo-love you.” Connor sobbed into your shoulder. He couldn’t believe he almost lost you.

“I love you, Connor. I love you so much.” You mumbled as Connor gently lifted your face and kissed you by the lips.

You both made up that day, and Connor ended his relationship with Jasmine on good terms. You and Connor had started dating, and all of your friends were in full support of it. Especially Evan.

Fanart for the wonderful fic “Summer Nights” by ciitadel, aka @zarkondoms !!

I finished season 4 and needed something to cheer me up (I’m still confused on how to feel about the season), so I found this fic after a bit of spelunking on the internet and it’s so good??

So go check it out please, I highly recommend it!


All introverts, here’s my message: don’t be afraid to make mistakes, because you will learn from them. You will be able to tell the difference between a person who is worthy and actually needs You, or a person who only wants something out of you. Never feel guilty for bad people, they just want to put their shame on you. Don’t try to be nice with everyone, you will dry yourself out in that way.

You don’t have to have a lot of friends. FInd a handful of good ones. Look in places, that you would enjoy being. If you like to draw, search for some people who share this pasion. This way you can find people much easier, but this is not the only way. If you open up a bit to the right people, they will notice you and will spend time with you.

Go out there. Be a nice and awsome person, because that is what matters really. And never change yourself for others.

So, here’s my rambling, this came from the bottom of my heart.

I hope i could help: an introvert by the username of dumbasticart

Rivalry - Ethan Dolan

Stephen Hawking was born on January 8th 1942, the 300th anniversary of Galileo’s death. He died on March 14th 2018, the anniversary of Einstein’s birth. Is this a trend? Idk. Maybe.

Summary: In movies, books and stories, captains fell in. The captain of the soccer team and the head of the cheering team will always make the perfect couple. However, what if these two captains despise each other?

Warning: none?

Word Count: 1.2k+

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

The silence was killing me. The atmosphere was far too thick for me to even breathe. Have you ever felt so mad that there’s something heavy settling inside? Yeah. That’s what I’m feeling right now.

It was his fault. If only he did not start it. I wouldn’t be sitting here on the counselling room together with him. The one and only Ethan Grant Dolan.

Everyone loves him. I mean he’s the football team captain, he aces the academic standards in this school, he has the perfect looks that all the guys wish for and the girls wish to date him. If only his personality didn’t suck then at least he’ll be at least more…tolerable.

Let’s recap what happened.

I was walking down to grab a can of soda when I bumped into a hard chest of Ethan Dolan. He’s holding his tray and ‘accidentally’ threw his pasta on to my white t-shirt.

“You’re gonna pay for that, Dolan.” I gritted through my teeth.

“Oh no, is the princess getting angry?” He faked gasped and rolled his eyes and looked deadpanned straight into my eyes. I opened the can of soda and poured  over on top of his head. Luckily, I was close enough to reach his head. The brown liquid flowed down and dampening his hair perfectly. I looked at what I just did and smirked. 

I was laughing so hard that Ethan tackled me down and said, “Not so nice after all, princess.”

I looked over and literally grabbed anything that I can grab and threw it straight into his face. I did not know what happened but someone shouted, “FOOD FIGHT!” and that’s how the two of us got detention and was forced to have a session with the guidance counselor.

“So, how’s the two of you?” Mrs. Smith asked. Mrs. Smith is our guidance counselor. She has this short bob jet black hair and red lipstick. She’s really sweet and helpful from what I’ve heard from the others.

Ethan huffed, “Obviously not good since I’m sitting here with Y/L/N.” Gosh, is there anything more irritating than this.

“That goes both ways.” I spat. I felt so sorry for Mrs. Smith for witnessing this. Honestly, half of the population of the school enjoy watching this ‘playful’ banter between the two of us. It’s their sort of entertainment. Hoping that one day we would fall in love together. Let me tell you this, it’s not gonna happen.

I looked up and I saw Mrs. Smith was just smiling and shook her head lightly. “How about we make things easy. Shake hands and say that you’re sorry then we can leave.”

“No way!” Ethan and I exclaimed at the same time. “Then we can stay here a bit longer, yeah?” Mrs. Smith chuckled.

I looked over the clock and it’s nearly time for cheers practice. I can’t miss especially nearing national soon. I put my hand out and Ethan glanced for a second and scoffed. “I’m not touching that.”

“Excuse me? I don’t want your dirty hands near me anyways.” I answered.

“I can keep you guys here and have the two of you skip practice.” Mrs. Smith told us teasingly although there’s a hint of seriousness lying underneath her statement.

The both of us unwillingly shook hands and just for a millisecond we said ‘sorry’ simultaneously and let go. I wiped my hands over my jeans not wanting his germs at all.

Mrs. Smith smiled proudly and lightly clapped, “Okay, the both of you are free to go” As soon as she said that, the two of us shot straight up from the chair and headed straight to the door. Unfortunately, Ethan was faster and shut the door straight before my face.

“Ethan! Let me out!” I shouted through the door. I was about to kick the door when Ethan decided to open it and he said, “Oh! I’m sorry I did not see you there.” He smirked and left.

After the long hours of practice we decided to cool down and wrapped it up. All of my teammates headed straight home while I walked back to the school library.

It was dark but I’ll just be here for a second. The library was a safe place for me. Hardly any students would come here anyways. It was peaceful. I tried doing some of my home works here.

I sat down at my favorite spot, it was near the windows and you can see the stars glimmering down the sky. I took a deep breath and sat there. I lost track of time. I was about to write some of my notes when I heard the door opened. For a second I was scared knowing that no one was supposed to be here. I saw a black hooded figure walking through the window. My heart was racing fast. I was about to gather all my things but I heard his voice. 

“Y/L/N?” The voice that I was so used of hearing. I turned around and I saw Ethan wearing a black hoodie and skinny jeans. “Gosh, you scared me.” I answered. I took a quick glance of his face, his face was tired and stressed. However, he chuckled and took a sit at the very end of my opposite.

After that the both of us just sat down. We did not argue and we let the silence washed over us. Although we argued a lot, I hate to admit the fact that sometimes it was comfortable with Ethan. I hate that kind of silence, especially wit him. “Dolan, what are you doing there?” I said trying to break this silence.

“Shut it, Y/L/N.” He answered a bit more rudely than usual. “Uh, looks like someone got their panties twisted.” I answered mockingly. A minute later he answered a bit more softly, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean that.”

“Wow, are you apologizing? You’ve snapped on me on daily basis.” I asked incredulously. “But I did that intentionally.” He chuckled.

“Uh, you’re going soft now, Dolan?” I told him teasingly.

“I know you are Y/L/N, I mean who can resist my good looks?” He answered arrogantly.

“Oh please, just because the everyone in this school thinks that you’re attractive doesn’t mean you’re attractive to me.” I snickered. He laughed.

“I think we should stop this rivalry between us, don’t you think?” Ethan asked quietly.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” I scoffed.

There was only one thing that Ethan and I have in common. The both of us are very competitive. We love challenges in any kind of form. 

“Let’s make a bet.” Ethan suggested raising his eyebrow.

“What bet?” I asked not backing down from a challenge he just proposed. I would never back down, especially to him.

“Making the other fall in love with the other.” He answered nonchalantly.

“Impossible, it won’t happen.” I answered knowingly.

“I think you’re just afraid Y/L/N.” Ethan smirked as he walked closer and closer towards me. He put his arms over my head and said, “You’re just a small girl who’s afraid to admit that you’ll fall for my charms.”

His hazel brown eyes were peering down at me. With his tall and strong built he made me feel like a small girl. I looked straight into his eyes “I don’t think so. I mean you’re the one walking closer to me. You’re the one who can’t resist me.” I answered smugly.

“You’ll fall head over heels for me in just matter of seconds, princess.” He cooed softly, his warmth breath fanned against my face.

I took a deep breath and answered, “If you don’t fall for me first, Dolan.” I lifted one of my eyebrows and smirked.

“Is that a challenge, Y/L/N?” He asked with his smirk still plastered on his face. I just looked at him and smiled softly. He looked down and smiled as well.

“You’re on Y/L/N.” He smirked.

Part 2

This was inspired from an e-book that I read a very long time ago, I think it’s called Battle of the Captains(?) I’m not sure..

Anyways..I just wanna say that the tumblr fandom side is very positive about a lot of things and I’m proud to say that I’m a part of it :)

ps: i really do hope you guys like this one although it’s not edited and maybe a part 2? idk?? 

last edited 3/18/18

the-kouchfort  asked:

Hey there, Wil. I hope you're having a fantastic day thus far. I just wanted to say that in this era of people treating each other as badly as they possibly can, your kindness, calm discussion, and cheer, are bright spots on my dash every day. I've loved your out-of-character portrayals of villains in shows like Leverage, and seeing your creative process laid out a bit as you write. I guess, what I wanted to say before I started babbling was just thank you. Thank you for helping me smile.

You’re so kind. I do my best, and I frequently fail, but I always do my best to learn from my screw ups, so I can live my life by example, and be the person I hope my kids would have looked up to when they were little.