that-random-hobo  asked:

your header is beautiful ✨literal goals is to draw awesome stuff like you do!! 😄💕

“its bc barry is already beautiful” -harold jordan most probably, 2017

and !!!! this is the greatest compliment :’) your halbarry icons and draws are already so cute, im sure that your passion is (more than) enough to give you the necessary drive to improve technically. other than that, the effort and emotion that you put into your work make it all the more beautiful. lets both work hard to produce and share the things we love with everyone. im starting to sound cheesy so im gonna cut it here haha, have a nice day!

anonymous asked:

18 and Zack please? You're my favourite blog- sending massive hugs! X

“What are we? 15?” Zack jokes as he plops himself down beside you on Alex’s couch. You, along with the rest of the boys and some other drunken party goers, are gathered around Alex’s living room, playing a rather juvenile game of truth or dare.

“Shh,” Jack hushes the muscular boy, his eyes focused on Alex as he reaches over and gives an empty beer bottle a significant spin in the middle of the coffee-table. You let out a small laugh as Zack rolls his eyes.

The bottle lands on a girl Zack’s never seen before in his life. She chooses truth and the circle is immediately booing but she refuses to change her choice, having to answer some overtly sexual question which causes her to flush bright red. 

“Wow, this is dumb,” Zack mumbles under his breath, only audible enough for you to hear, although you were sure that wasn’t his intent. You turn to him with a smirk and he chuckles a little, raising his brows at you to challenge him. 

“Here,” you say, grabbing a full bottle of beer off the table and placing the cold glass in Zack’s large hand. He grasps it firmly, a smile toying at his lips. You grab the closest bottle opener and pop the cap off it, smiling smugly at him as you tip the bottom of the glass up towards his lips. “Have a drink, relax, become less boring,” you tease with a smile, watching as his lips curl upwards into a smirk at the neck of the bottle.

If you insist,” he mutters, taking a long pull from the drink. You watch him and as he pulls back he looks at you for approval, cocking a brow at you. You nod, satisfied and turn back to the game which has continued without the pair of you.

The girl, having successfully completed her turn, now reaches over to spin the bottle in one quick, fluid motion. It comes to a slow stop, the neck pointing directly at an already groaning Zack. You let out a giggle, biting your lower lip in an attempt to smother your laughter. He shoots you a glare whilst Jack practically lunges out of his seat. “I dare you to streak!” he suggests, excitement foaming in his expression.

“I didn’t even choose truth or-” Zack begins to argue, but the group are already cheering and hollering at the suggestion, a smug smile plastering across Jack’s face. “I’m not streaking,” Zack mumbles adamantly, taking another sip from his beer as he shakes his head.

You’re unsure as to how Jack had managed to convince Zack to go fully nude and run up and down Alex’s street, but in front of you stood a very much naked, flushed red with embarrassment and cold, Zack Merrick. You’re laughing, holding a pile of Zack’s clothing in your arms, as Jack explains the rules to the muscular, rather impressively built man. “Okay, okay, I’m fuckin’ freezing, let’s just do this,” Zack mumbles, bouncing on his feet, cupping his intimate parts with both hands, preserving absolutely no heat.

You’d seen Zack shirtless plenty of times, in fact, probably more often than not, but it was always a welcomed sight. His well defined abs, his broad shoulders, his toned arms. You’d never seen this much of him before, however, and you can’t stop your eyes from travelling lower. Inspecting the ridges of his V-line, the clear outline of his calf muscles, his wide thighs that could easily crush your skull with little to no effort. “Okay, go!” Jack exclaims, waving his arm as if this is the beginning of a race. 

Zack takes off as if he’s on fire, which is quite the opposite. You’re surrounded by laughter as you, and your friends, all watch his tanlined butt jiggle as he runs at a speed you’d never seen him move before, desperate to get this over with.

You’re all laughing and clapping wildly as he sprints back to Alex’s front door, almost slamming into the crowd that’s formed at the doorway as he charges inside, needing the warmth - or lack there of. “Good job!” Rian chuckles, slapping Zack’s wind-stung back hard, leaving a white handprint in his now red skin. He winces as people disperse, heading back to the living area. 

Zack’s panting, clearly winded - not from the running, you suspect, but from the breathtaking chill in the air. He slips into the tiny bathroom beneath the stairs. “Hey, Y/N? My clothes?” he speaks, his voice ragged as he tries to even his breathing. 

“Oh,” you mumble, finally snapping out of your thoughts. You open the bathroom door and step inside without even thinking and Zack immediately jumps back, covering himself. He raises his brows at you and you feel a blush light up your cheeks, a gulp slipping down your throat, but a smile twitches at your lips. “Hmm, cold out there?” you tease. You hadn’t actually seen much, but you wouldn’t deny an opportunity to make him squirm.

He lets out a fake laugh, narrowing his eyes at you. But you see that little spark of uncertainty, the nervous croak in his tone, the nibbling of his lips. You inch closer to him and he seems lost for a moment, captivated by the small movement which, had his nerves not been set alight, he probably wouldn’t have noticed. “Fuck you,” he scoffs, looking down with a light blush creeping up his neck. He turns a little, avoiding your gaze and shuffling his feet.

You keep your eyes on him, reading his responses as you move closer and closer to him, until your close enough for your breath to tickle his skin, warming him up. He turns to you now and the pair of you are pressed flush against eachother, eyes locked in an empty conversation. There’s a magnetic force between you and your lips are slowly pulled together. You drop his clothes from your hands and that motion is enough to push him further, confident sparking in him.

If you insist,” you respond, your voice sultry and smooth, like silk encasing him and causing a growl to burn in his throat as his hands reach for the sides of your face, pulling you roughly towards him and pressing his lips to yours valiantly, the pressure enough to coax a moan from your smothered lips. 

Your hands tangle into his hair in an almost aggressive manor as he hitches you up onto the sink, reaching over to lock the door as you wrap your legs around his bare hips, your heels digging into him as you pull him as close as possible, kissing him with such force and need that the pair of you are completely blindsided, lost in the fleeting moment.

Dear Evan Hansen in Hogwarts AU (headcanons!!) [Part 2!!]

Yes I know this is so late but I’ve been working on this for some time so… here ya’ll go!

Again, I’m always—ALWAYS—open to headcanon submissions and love it whenever someone leaves an ask or submission with headcanons so feel free to go leave some in my inbox! Go wild guys.

(Takes place in an “OOPS CONNOR IS ALIVE” au)

•Connor has a cat as his pet. And he’s so dang proud of it, it could practically be his son already. He’s overprotective of it. If anyone tries to harm it, he goes INSANE.

•The cat’s also his comfort animal. Whenever he feels particularly sad or depressed it suddenly comes up next to him and lays on his lap and just allows Connor to pet him to help him come down and get more control of his emotions.

•Meanwhile Evan has an owl who he didn’t even buy from a pet store in Diagon Alley.

•He just found the poor thing as a baby freezing outside after a storm.

•Then he just made the decision to pick it up and care for it, because Evan knew that the baby owl was dying and in desperate need of help, and he couldn’t let the poor thing die.

•Zoe also has an owl, and her owl and Evan’s are friends.

•Meanwhile Alana has a cat and she’s taught it to do much more than get mail… she’s taught it how to defend her, how to pick up her wand (because even Alana can be too lazy to say “Accio” on some days), how to help her clean a spilled tub of ink, and a whole lot more. Basically, the cat’s just as smart as Alana is herself.

•And poor Jared is the only one of his friends that has a toad. And they won’t let it go. Ever.

•"A toad, Kleinman?? I’ll have Blackbird chew that thing up into bits when you turn your back.“ “Well who the fuck even names their cat Blackbird, Murphy?”

•And out of spite Jared joins the Frog Choir and becomes the darn best member of it and eventually becomes a soloist.

•And then, of course, in the most Jared-like way possible, he rubbed it in to everyone who teased him for having a toad as a pet.

•In the summer before their third year, when Evan told Heidi she had to sign his slip for him to go to Hogsmeade, she absolutely freaked out.

•"Are you gonna need bug spray?? Extra jackets for winter? I should probably increase your allowance. Listen, young man, I am requiring you to have my number on speed dial on all those trips so you can call me if something goes wrong, okay? Oh my god my son is growing up so fast…“

•And then on his first trip to Hogsmeade, it was so cold outside that Evan simply couldn’t stand the weather and simply speed-walked into the nearest restaurant, grabbed a seat, and got a hot mug of butterbeer to warm up a little.

•Larry and Cynthia also demanded that Connor and Zoe stick together on their trips to Hogsmeade when going out of Hogwarts and going back in just to make sure that the two of them are okay and not injured or anything like that.

•But Connor ended up having to follow Zoe across Hogsmeade because he was a bit afraid of getting lost but wouldn’t admit it obviously.

•When Zoe noticed and asked what he was doing still following her around he just froze, and then on instinct grabbed snow from the ground and threw it at her.

•And of course Zoe had to throw another snowball back at him before suddenly regretting her decisions in fear that Connor would react aggressively or threaten to kill her… like the many different times he had done before.

•But then to her astonishment he lets out a small smile and makes another snowball before hurling it at her.

•And soon both Zoe and Connor are running across Hogsmeade throwing snowballs at each other and laughing hysterically. (See folks, I’m a sucker for the “Murphy siblings healthy relationship” alternate universe so I’m just gonna slip it in here…)

•Meanwhile Jared heard from a friend that he simply had to visit Honeydukes… and that’s exactly what he did.

•And the kid literally spent thirty minutes or so just wandering around the shop buying an assortment of candies before running out the door with a grin and proceeding to find Evan.

•Of course it took Jared another good fifteen minutes or so to find his “family-friend” before eventually finding him hidden inside The Three Broomsticks with an empty mug in front of him.

•"Hey.“ "Hi.” “I bought some stuff at Honeydukes. Want some? And what are you doing all cooped up in here anyways??” “I don’t know, I’m not too fond of the cold.” “Oh well. Nevermind that, I’m here so you’re a little less lonely. Want some jelly beans?”

•They then spent the next hour trying Every Flavor Beans and sometimes choking on their own laughter when the other would get a disgusting flavor and run for a glass of water and spit the half chewed up jelly bean into tissue paper.
(Perhaps now may be a good time to say I proudly ship Kleinsen and had to include one cute moment with them in here. If you ship Connor and Evan or anything else though, feel free to imagine this playing out with whoever you ship!!)

That’s all the headcanons I have for now! I’m planning to make a Part 3 soon, and am currently working on a Hogwarts AU for the musical Spring Awakening due to a request.

Also, I forgot to say… OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 500+ NOTES ON MY LAST SET OF HEADCANONS YOU GUYS. I never expected it would be that popular. You guys are the best, I swear 💕

anonymous asked:

Are there any not-so-pleasant moments about the boys that Jin and Joon remember? Because raising five kids couldn't have always been fun. You're a great author, keep up the good work! ♥

God, yes. Yes. Yes. I love this question. Yes, holy crap, yes. 

Namjoon’s Worst Memories
Namjoon doesn’t know what to do when the kids are sick, and he doesn’t like when they’re sad because of something he can’t control. So that’s reflected in his worst memories. 

  1. Jungkook: Geez, pick a night in Jungkook’s first week out of the hospital, and that was probably it. It’s hard for Namjoon when any of his kids were sick, but with Jungkook, like… Jungkook was so tiny, and he couldn’t verbalize what he was feeling or what he needed, and every time he started crying, it sounded like he was in so much pain. 

    And it especially sucked because, like, in between Jungkook screaming and crying, it was so easy to fall in love with him. He was so little and cute, and he had such tiny feet, and the best nose ever. 

    So he just loved Jungkook so much, and he had to work so hard to take care of him, and he had no idea how long he’d be able to keep him. It was just stressful, and awful, and Jin was exhausted all of the time, so their relationship suffered a little (sometimes Namjoon needs to be able to put the kids to bed and make out with his husband, like they can’t just fall straight to sleep every night). So, anyway, it was frustrating, and Namjoon is very happy that Jungkook got to stay with him and that he’s healthy now, like every day he is grateful. 

  2. Taehyung: The thing I’m publishing next will be all about this, but spoiler: Namjoon hated finding baby Taehyung asleep in weird places. Taehyung would fall asleep in the middle of playing, and Namjoon would think he was dead until he could wake him up/hear his heartbeat.

  3. Jimin: There were a couple times when a really young Jimin was really scared of Namjoon. Like Namjoon would only be reaching down to straighten Jimin’s shirt or pick him up (because he had his little casts on and couldn’t get around very well), and Jimin would just scream. Like bloody murder. Sometimes Namjoon wouldn’t even be near him, he would just walk into the room, and Jimin would be terrified, and no one would be able to calm him down until Namjoon left. 

    Seokjin had similar experiences with Jimin early on, but Jin was the one home with him every day, so Jimin quickly got used to him and they had some small semblance of trust going, while Namjoon was almost like a to Jimin because Namjoon worked all the time (and Yoongi was so attached to Namjoon, he took up a lot of his attention when he was home). 

    It would make Namjoon feel like the worst person in the world. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Jimin. I think when Namjoon thinks about all the boys’ parents, the ones he’s the most angry with is Jimin’s parents. To think of what they must have done to leave such a lasting impression on Jimin, to make him so scared of other people, to make him so untrusting… Namjoon just can’t understand how anyone could hit a child.

  4. Hoseok: So Hoseok had mood swings that I maybe should have written more about in Welcome Home (but I think I’m going to do a follow up, so I can talk more about it) and that was awful, but like… Hoseok’s fear of abandonment is more visible later and life, rather than right when he came to the house. Because it too forever for Hoseok to fully understand his mom was never coming back, and as soon as he did, Hoseok would just… randomly flip out. 

    Like Namjoon and Seokjin could leave him with babysitters; they could drop him off at grandma and grandpa’s; they could send him to school, and everything would be fine. And then all of a sudden, Namjoon or Seokjin would go to a different room, or change aisles in the supermarket, or turn the corner a little too quickly, and the second they were out of sight, Hoseok’s brokenhearted sobs would fill the air because he thought he’d been abandoned again. 

    So I think the worst instance of this for Namjoon would be this time when he and Hoseok were doing yard work together. Namjoon went inside to grab a pair of gardening gloves, and when he came back out, a 12-year-old Hoseok had dropped the hose and was kneeling in a mud puddle, just crying his eyes out.

  5. Yoongi: When Yoongi’s OCD was at it’s worst, he got the stomach bug. He started throwing up in the middle of the night, and ended up making a mess all over his bed, his floor, a basket of clean laundry, a brand new hardback book, his shirt… 

    And he just couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t be in his room because he threw up in there, and he couldn’t be anywhere else because he was sick and germy, and he didn’t want to touch anything and make that sick and germy, too. 

    So Namjoon just remembers having to scrub Yoongi’s carpet over, and over, and over, so he would just lie down. Meanwhile, all he wanted to do was comfort Yoongi in the bathroom, and like… rub his back while he threw up and hold him, but Yoongi wouldn’t let anyone near him, and it was awful. The worst.

Seokjin’s Worst Memories: 
Seokjin doesn’t like when the kids aren’t well-behaved, especially when they start taking out their feelings on each other. He needs a very orderly, well-run household for a family of five (with all their problems) to work, so when things are chaotic, it really upsets him. This is reflected in his worst memories. 

  1. Jungkook: BKYA. That’s it. Seokjin hates how Jungkook has been lately. Like obviously, he’s patient and understanding, but he hates seeing Jungkook act so cruelly towards his brothers. 

    The worst moment in all of it is probably the first time Jungkook said Seokjin wasn’t his “real” dad, though. When BKYA started up, he was used to it for the most part, but the first time was incredibly painful for him. He’s put his everything into taking care of Jungkook, and to hear it dismissed like that… 

    Jungkook is the only one of the five kids that Seokjin has gotten to raise since he was a little baby. He’s the one who feels the most like a biological child to him, and while obviously he knows he’s not Jungkook’s biological father, it’s hard to have it thrown in his face. It would be if anyone them said it, but the fact that it had been Jungkook somehow hurt more. 

  2. Taehyung: So behavior-wise, when Taehyung was young enough to have really awful behavior problems, he was too exhausted to really act on them. So he had his meltdowns, and he was an incredibly annoying whiner, like his whining was worse than any of the other boys.

    But while that was annoying, Seokjin’s worst memory is probably the time Taehyung was hospitalized for a seizure lasting over 5 minutes. Nothing is worse than seeing your baby in a hospital bed. 

  3. Jimin: Once, when they were at the park, Jimin was maybe six or seven and trying to go across this balance-beam bridge that connected these two playsets, but there was a much bigger kid who kept trampling him. Like as Jimin would stumble forward, trying not to fall off, this jerky kid would rush at him from the opposite direction on the balance beam and mow him over. 

    And this kid was being a bully, and Seokjin was wondering himself when the other boy’s parents would step in. He was about to go over himself, really, but he was busy trying convince Yoongi to swing without wiping down the seat first. 

    So anyway, this kid pushes Jimin for the millionth time, and Jimin just loses it. Like he jumps the kid from behind and knocks him into the playground mulch, and just starts tearing at his face with his short little nails, and the kid is screaming, and he’s so scared, he’s not fighting Jimin off? But Jimin is acting like it’s a battle to the death, and by the time Seokjin reached them, the kid was bleeding, and Jimin was crying, and it was literally terrifying for everyone. Jimin was clinging to Seokjin and crying like he had been the one attacked, the other kid was in shock, both sets of parents were confused and apologizing… It was a low moment, and Seokjin was really scared for Jimin. 

  4. Hoseok: Once, Hoseok decided to climb the bookshelf Seokjin had in his bedroom. He was about seven or eight, and as he was climbing, the bookshelf started tipping because of his weight, and the thing ended up crashing onto the floor, only narrowly avoiding Jungkook who started sobbing like it had hit him (but really it had just landed on his Elmo). 

    So naturally, Seokjin heard a crash, and Jungkook crying, and Hoseok was crying too. Fortunately, he had sort of pushed himself away from the bookshelf as it fell and landed on his bed, but his elbow hit the wall behind him funny when he landed, and it was bruised for weeks. 

    Seokjin’s lecture had been incredible. It was one thing that Hoseok had hurt himself, but he had nearly hurt Jungkook as well, and that just wasn’t acceptable.

  5. Yoongi: Once when Yoongi was, like, around eight or nine, Seokjin took everyone to Dutch Wonderland. And Hoseok was a little old for it, but the younger boys were right at the perfect age, and they were so excited to be there. Meanwhile, Yoongi was really cranky and not into it at all, like he was way too old for it at this point. 

    So anyway, long story short, somehow Yoongi goes missing. And naturally, Seokjin is panicked. Like he’s has four other children to keep track of, and he has to find Yoongi in this maze of an amusement park, and did you know amusement parks are incredibly dangerous? Especially for young kids who can fit in spall places? LIKE DID YOU KNOW? 

    Anyway, he eventually finds Yoongi sitting outside the gates, waiting to go home, but it was the most terrified Seokjin has ever been in his entire life, and he doesn’t want to go back to it, thank you.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm sorry, this is a really stupid question, but I honestly don't know. What is the deference between being nonbinary and agender? Once again, sorry for the stupid question. (P.S. You guys are so awesome and really help me feel better about myself! Keep doing what you're doing, please!)

Hello, Anon!

This isn’t a stupid question at all; don’t beat yourself up about it. Never stop asking questions and never stop learning!

Nonbinary is a term that applies to anyone who doesn’t fit into the binary gender categories of “Man” and “Woman”.

You can be nonbinary if you feel like you only partially fit into a binary gender, fit into both binary genders, have a mix of both genders, or have a gender that is nonexistent or unrelated to the binary genders!

This is where agender comes in! Someone who is agender doesn’t have a gender, like me! My gender, just doesn’t exist or it can’t be defined. My gender is actually a lack of gender???

In conclusion:

  • Nonbinary is a broad term that applies to everyone on the gender spectrum that’s not male or female.
  • Nonbinary can also be used as an identity all on its own!
  • Agender is a specific type of nonbinary identity
  • Being agender means you don’t have a gender, or that you don’t experience gender.

Hope I could help!

Edit: I forgot to say thank you for all the kind words!!! You’re amazing, Anon. We run this blog because it helps people like you. I’m really really glad we’re helping!

As Easy as Falling 31/?

New Chapter of As Easy As Falling….

A/N: I completely forgot to say thank you to @mel-loves-all for the Felicity Bucket List Idea that was used in Chapter 29. Sorry about that my friend, thank you for your idea - it seems everyone loved it xxx

Summary:  Felicity Smoak had everything figured out until tragic news causes her to rethink her life. As part of dealing with tragedy she embraces her adventurous side in the form of skydiving. Will love be waiting for her between the clouds or will she let tragedy keep her away from falling?

Read from the BEGINNING AO3



He feels his body go numb just as the words reach his ears. If he’s feeling panicky right now, how is she feeling? He tries to look at her but her facial expression remains closed and pensive, but he knows her better. He knows her thoughts are spiralling in her head at a million miles per second and right now he can’t do anything to make it better.

Dr. Isaacs discusses the way forward and the treatment options he wants to start next week and it suddenly feels like someone hit a fast forward button because when he starts paying attention to his surroundings again, the appointment is over.

Felicity greets Dr. Isaacs and they head for the clinic doors. She looks calm, but he knows there’s a war waging inside her. She has a smile on her face but it’s strained.

He opens the car door for her to get in and quickly makes his way over to the driver’s side. After he puts on his seat belt his hands tighten around the steering wheel. She must have noticed his white knuckles, when he feels a small hand on his thigh.

He risks looking at her, but he’s blown away by how calm she seems. Suddenly he’s unsure if he really knows what’s going on in that beautiful mind of hers or if she’s putting up her best act to soothe him.

“I’m a bit tired.” she says, her voice is calm and steady. “Would you mind letting Gina Dickens know I’ll reschedule our appointment for the wig?”

He nods in response. He doesn’t trust his voice and the last thing he wants to do is upset her more. He takes her hand still lying on his thigh and holds it for a while. He can feel her pulse in her wrist and he needs to take a deep breath when the thought enters his mind that feeling her like this, being with her, hearing her voice is all on borrowed time. Nothing he can do, no amount of money or strings his family name can pull will take away this disease.

He gives her hand a final squeeze before he lets it go to drive them back to her house. Her hand remains on his thigh all the way until they reach her house.

The drive home was silent and when they enter her house, she only gives him a kiss on the cheek and he knows to give her the space she needs to work through the news and her own emotions.

He takes a seat on the sofa, pulling Felicity’s ever present blanket over him. He can’t hold her right now, something he longs to do, but smelling her on the blanket is oddly comforting. He’s not sure if he should let anyone know what’s going on, but he decides to at least let Donna know. She can be a bit much sometimes but Felicity is still her daughter and she deserves to know what’s going on.

He lies down on the couch clutching Felicity’s blanket and very soon he’s overcome by darkness as he falls asleep.


A knock on the door wakes him. It takes him a while to figure out where he is and when he looks at his phone, he sees at least 90 minutes has gone by since he fell asleep.

He opens the door and finds a distraught Donna on the other side. She immediately embraces him and he holds on to her, the numb feeling returning to his own body.

“Where is she?” Donna asks when she breaks the hug.

“She’s sleeping.” he answers and gestures for her to come inside.

“Oliver…” she starts and stops in the middle of the lounge looking at him with tears in her eyes. “I know she probably doesn’t want me here, but I have…I need to see her. Please? I need to see my baby girl and make sure she’s okay.” she sobs, barely getting out the last few words.

Oliver moves closer and envelops her in another hug. He holds her tight as she cries.

“Okay. I understand. I will be right here if you need me.”

She gives him a grateful smile and disappears behind the bedroom door.

He decides to make some coffee. Felicity always believes that caffeine is the cure to everything; maybe she’s right and at least by busying himself with something other than thinking about their current situation will help him breathe a little easier.

It takes a while to get the coffee machine running and getting the cups ready, when Donna joins him in the kitchen, taking a seat on one of the bar stools at the counter. She looks relieved, almost calm and he knows he’ll probably be in trouble with his fiancé for letting her into the bedroom, but seeing Donna, he’s happy to take that shot.

Without a word he pours her a cup of coffee. He places it on the counter for her to drink when he hears more footsteps heading his way.

Her hair is a mess and her eyes are red from crying, but she’s smiling at him. His brain is telling him to still be careful about what to say and how to handle her, but she’s having none of it. She walks straight towards him and swings her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck. He gently brings his hands to her waist, still a little unsure of how to act right now and looks into her eyes. She smiles, not once looking away and then it hits him…everything hits him so hard and the tears he’s been fighting since Dr. Isaacs broke the news wells up in his eyes and he can’t stop them from escaping and falling down his face.

A soft sob escapes his lips and she soothes every emotion by pressing her lips on his. He drinks in her presence as she kisses him, a promise that everything is going to be alright. Her arms leave his neck and she cups his face, forcing him to look at her when she whispers, “it’s okay, I’m right here.”


They spend some time with Donna, talking about trivial things when the conversation suddenly turns towards the wedding. He almost freezes at the change in subject but Felicity continues to indulge her mother and continue the conversation.

It isn’t long after this Donna decides to call it a night and with much more peace than she arrived, she leaves giving them both a long hug goodbye.

Felicity closes the door and when she turns around to face him sitting on the couch, her smile fades and her expression turns serious. His heart skips a beat, thinking that the big talk is about to happen…everything that he feared will now be discussed in detail and who knows, maybe after receiving the news she’s changed her mind about getting married and she doesn’t know how to break the news to him.

She takes a seat next to him and takes his hands in hers. She looks at him and all he can see is love. His heart wants to break at this moment; he doesn’t want to lose her.

“Oliver, we need to talk.” she begins and his heart tightens in his chest.

He merely nods, not saying a word.

“Today was eye opening for me…it was really hard to hear the news and it felt like after all the treatment and hope and pep talks, it was basically for nothing.”

He wants to tell her she’s wrong, but he can’t. How can he give her hope when he himself has not come to terms with what actually happened today. He feels raw, but he knows they can’t give up, but how do you convince someone not to give up when there are so much emotions bottled up inside yourself?

“But while I was trying to come to terms with what’s happening, I realised today more than ever that you were right. We’re not promised tomorrow and in my case there might not even be a tomorrow but I’m tired Oliver…I’m so tired of waking up every day and wondering if today will be my last…I’m tired of making decisions based on ‘what ifs’ and I’m tired of trying to do this on my own and spare the people I love.”

“My whole life I’ve felt alone, I’ve had to fend for myself, work my butt off to get where I am and I pushed people away in the process because I was scared, but no more. You, my mom and everyone else have been here all along, and even though in a way I’ve given over a bit of what I feel, I’m done hiding. I need to live for the now. I don’t want to die and know that my time spent with you was only with a part of me.”

“I told you that I would marry you and Oliver I still do. After today even more so than the day you asked me. I’m sorry that I pushed you away today. This is hard for me, but I only realised when my mother showed up in my room that all of this is just as hard on you guys too and I’m sorry.”

“Felicity…” he whispers, more tears joining the conversation.

“Oliver, I love you so so much and if I get to live two weeks or a month or even a year, every day that I am still alive I want it to be with you. I want to give you me, the real me, all of me. So, if you’re still willing and will still have me, wi…”

“How can you even ask me that? Of course I still want you. Nothing has changed for me Felicity. I told you that it didn’t matter what today’s results would reveal. I love you and I want to marry you, no matter what.” he quickly adds and pulls her in for a hug. She holds on so tight it’s like she’s afraid he will disappear. “It’s okay beautiful, I’m not going anywhere.”

She gives a sigh of relief and looks at him again. “Okay, if we’re going to do this, we need to make another appointment with Gina…and Oliver?”

“Yeah?” he smiles at the mischievous way she says his name.

“Your fiancé needs a ring.”

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pastelmogar  asked:

I forgot to say thank you for answering my ask earlier today! on another note, I've seen a lot of people giving Michael an undercut and I saw an art of Brooke with cute short hair today so! Michael and Brooke going to get their hair cut together! I imagine it's when they're still kind of getting to know each other so it's a little ??? like Michael mentions getting his cut in passing and Brooke is like !!!! Wanna go when I get mine done?? and idk, this is just a Cute idea I thought you'd like!

you’re welcome !! and omg,,, that’s so cute im

 lowkey wanna draw this if i get the time :0c 

anonymous asked:

Hey Brat! I was wondering where I could find Matty's pink pants and Blue's shirt and bow tie (what they wore in the wedding pictures). I love your blog by the way! 🙂

Anonymous said: Hey Brat! Pants and Bow tie anon here! I forgot to say thank you! So, thanks!
ur soooo sweet!!!!!!!!! :’-) here u go my lil friend!!! blues shirt | mattys pants

anonymous asked:

Dude you're amazing really! All the legal information and court stuff you wrote out is just wow! Like yeah you used google but still it isn't like that easy to just incorporate into writing and all that, like wow! And you've done this before too in the Zuko rape thread, like I'm in awe!

Just ask @honxrable. I was reading the difference between criminal and civil cases for like 2 hours. (I also wanna be a lawyer ((bc a masters in accounting just isn’t enough🙄)) and prosecute financial crime, but I am saving up rn for that round of uni)

anonymous asked:

Hi! First of all, your account is amazing, It helps me a lot, so thank you! And, well, I'm searching for fics like Street Brat, but not the plot, I mean how it is written (I love how the author of this fic writes, and I'm searching for fics which have similar writting). Complete fics pls, if they have smut I prefer top!Levi and, idk, if they are canon compliant it'd be perfect (I know this is so specific, sorry! If you can't find anything or something like that don't worry) and thaaank you!💛

The style of writing? Street Brat is probably one of the most visual and descriptive ereri fics out there so this might be a bit tricky. Since this is mostly down to personal opinion, there’s no guarantee you’ll like the writing style, but I think they’re somewhat similar in respect that they’re very… immersive. (Edit: I was so deep into answering this that I forgot to say thank you for the love.<3)

It’s Funny Because Eren Can’t Read
Summary: In the Survey Corps, reading and comprehending paperwork is equally as crucial as it is beyond the realm of Eren’s capabilities. However, with his CO’s confidential tutelage, Eren is sure he’ll be able to catch up with his comrades in no time… if he can shake this unexpected suspicion that his fondness for humanity’s strongest soldier isn’t simple hero worship.

Summary: Watching Eren’s confidence and determination gradually deteriorate as he feels the weight of endless death and failure is the catalyst to a sudden change in Levi’s perspective on freedom and the future of humanity.

Words Cannot Describe
Summary: People had always said that Eren wasn’t right in the head. As a kid, it didn’t bother him. But hearing those words now stung in a way he could never have imagined.

Beyond The Walls
Summary: It was Eren’s first mission with the Survey Corps, and it was supposed to be an easy one. However, the Titans never make anything easy. What was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance turns into a fight for survival when a Titan attack leaves Levi, Eren, and Jean stranded out in the woods, miles away from the Walls. As if that wasn’t bad enough, it’s the middle of winter.
    With their 3D Maneuver Gear broken beyond repair, they’ll have to overcome more than just the elements to make it back home. Namely, each other. As well as the feelings that Levi and Eren may or may not be starting to have for each other.
    One thing’s for certain: survival is going to be a bitch.


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justatraveller said: Ironfalcon and some fluffy cafe au ❤ (if you’re inspired :))

Yeah, I can work with this….


“So which one is the cute coffee guy you keep mooning to Steve about?” Natasha asked, appearing from thin air to sit across from Sam.

He startled, glanced at her with wide eyes, and hissed, “Nat!”

She blinked at him, slow, unimpressed. “Chillax, Sam.” Her nails clicked over the top of her laptop. “I wasn’t talking that loud, and no one’s really paying attention to us. So which guy? Someone that works here?”

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