if you have any problems please let me know!

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THE KYSHADOW BURGUNDY PALETTE

My first eyeshadow palette! This comes with the original nine shades and 13 other shades which include shimmers and combo shades. I hope you love this eyeshadow as much as I do!

  • base game compatible
  • custom catalog thumbnail
  • do NOT claim as your own/reupload
  • please tag me if you use this, I’d love to see it on your sims!

please let me know if you have any problems!

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hello hello i’m uploading season 2 of bon voyage for all those who couldn’t buy it and have no way of watching it! 

  • as of now i am uploading it on my dailymotion channel
  • all of the videos are password protected and the password for all will be: bonvoyage
  • i’m uploading it in parts to make it easier to upload
  • i don’t want to get in trouble so if any problems arise i will be taking down all the videos. i might try download links then but we’ll deal with that later if need be
  • to try and be safe, please do not link to the videos, and do not reupload them anywhere
  • gifs and edits are fine just credit my tumblr (sugakookie) and don’t add links to the videos in your gifs/edits

hopefully there’s no problems and you all can watch the episodes! if you have any questions just let me know! enjoy ^-^

Another hair edit for you all!! It does have some really tiny problems, but they aren’t very noticeable.


  • Should be base game compatible
  • Male & Female, Teen - Elder + Occult
  • 9 EA colors
  • Disabled for random
  • Custom thumbnail
  • Feel free to recolor

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things i’m here for in wolf 359 season 4:

  • kepler trying to scaremonger and scapegoat around lovelace being an alien but nobody pays attention to him
  • kepler: “she is a WEAPON and she is DANGEROUS” 
    eiffel: “i mean, right now, she’s making dinner, but sure”
  • it becomes this running joke of ‘every time lovelace does something, everyone has to call up kepler to make sure it isn’t part of her grand evil plot to destroy the entire station’
  • minkowski, over comms: “colonel kepler? captain lovelace is retiring to her quarters for the night. are we in any imminent danger from this?”
  • hera: “um, colonel? i just received a direct order from captain lovelace to forward the data readouts from the star to lieutenant minkowski while she navigates us through this solar flare. is this anything to do with aliens trying to kill us all?”
  • at one point, the comms crackle and kepler hears eiffel quietly saying, “okay, colonel, captain lovelace just took a very suspicious break from the day’s repairs, and i’m tailing her now to—” and then he hears a distant “eiffel? are you… following me to the toilet?” and eiffel has to explain it’s for the meme, captain, he’s not actually following you, captain
  • anyway lovelace thinks it’s the funniest thing ever and joins in and starts being like “colonel? just letting you know that i’m suiting up for a spacewalk to repair damage to the station’s external plates. please let me know if you have any objection to this, in case it has anything to do with that evil plan i have to sacrifice our entire crew to aliens”
  • kepler is Tired™ and nobody pays attention to him ever again
  • (the real kicker is when lovelace opens up the comms line to say, “kepler, i’m about to ask minkowski to give me a hand, is that a problem for you?” and kepler’s just pissed that she managed to make a hand joke AND an alien joke all in one. jacobi is thrilled)
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DOWNLOAD // NOT SO HIGH BASE GAME SOCKS

Hey everyone! So, I never saw anyone doing this before (I’m really sorry if it was!) so I did it! Basically I made the base game socks less long so they are more subtle now and realistic (at least that’s how I use socks in real life ahah). It’s a really simple cc piece but I hope you enjoy it! Have a nice day! <3

information:
- 3 swatches.
- enabled for female and male sims.
- base game compatible.

download:
- simfileshare // 659 kb.

As always, feel free to give me your feedback about my content and if you found/have any problems please let me know. 

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I can’t believe I’ve reached 100 followers already! Thank you all so much!

As a little gift, here is another dress for you all! It’s based on an EA mesh from Romantic Garden, so unfortunately you will need that pack for this to work! Sorry!

As always, please let me know if you have any problems, and if you need any other colours, feel free to recolour. Just link back to me if you do! :)

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Archie Andrews Imagine

‘Extraordinary Measures’

Cheerleader/Football Archie Imagine #1

Summary:  Y/n is a cheerleader on the River Vixens and has a date with her quarterback boyfriend, Archie. The only problem is Cheryl won’t end practice.

Word Count: 1603

request:  Hi~ can you please do a cute archie x cheerleader reader? 🖤

a/n: I know actually nothing about cheer (even though I have so much respect for the sport) so I did a tiny bit of research for this. Sorry if I got any cheer lingo wrong or messed something up. Let me know and I’d be happy to adjust it! // Also I wasn’t sure if the request wanted a Friday night football game kind of story so I kind of just did what I thought would be cool, but now I definitely want to write more cheerleader/football!archie stuff so be on the lookout. (Requests are open!)

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“Don’t mess, don’t mess,

don’t mess with the best ‘cause the best don’t mess!

Don’t fool, don’t fool,

don’t fool with the cool ‘cause the cool don’t fool!

From the east to the west

the Bulldogs are the best!

B-E-A-T beat ‘em! B-U-S-T bust ‘em!

Beat ‘em, bust ‘em, that’s our custom! Come on Bulldogs readjust ‘em!

Gooo Bulldogs!”

You along with the rest of the River Vixens were breathing heavily after running another cheer, it could practically be called panting. You were the flyer, with three equally exhausted bases under you including Betty and Veronica, finished in a liberty position with your hands in a high v. You’d been practicing for close to four hours – with no water break. Cheryl was always aggressive but this was a new high even for her.

“That was great ladies,” Cheryl yelled standing up from her spot on the bleachers. You looked down to Veronica and Betty and smiled in relief; it’d been a long day of getting yelled at by Cheryl and this seemed like progress. “Except that it wasn’t. It was actually terrible,” she walked down the bleachers toward the squad, putting an extra emphasis on ‘actually’. “My grandmother could cheer that better than you sacks-of-potatoes-with-skirts-and-ponytails that call yourselves ‘cheerleaders’. And she’s been dead since Obama’s first term.” Your face fell. You should have known. This was Cheryl Blossom we’re talking about.

The bases helped you down and you all gave each other long, knowing stares with heavy eyes. “I swear to god, I’m gonna go New York on her,” Veronica threatened. All the Vixens were thoroughly done with Cheryl for the day. Unfortunately, though, it didn’t seem that she was done with you.

She pulled out her megaphone for added drama. It’s not like she needed it. Even if her voice wasn’t extremely loud and high pitched enough to make dogs bark from a mile away, she was only standing like fifteen feet in front of you. “Why don’t we run ‘Be Aggressive’. Is that simple enough for you guys? Can your tiny little pigeon-brains handle that? And if it’s as bad as the rest of practice has been, it better be because all of you are puking your brains out or morbidly injured!”

Everyone was parched and needed a break. You decided it was worth a try. “Cheryl?” All eyes turned to you with shock and desperation. She cocked her head, egging you on and crossed her arms, waiting for you to continue.

Normally you would just deal with Cheryl and imagine something really embarrassing happening to her to make yourself feel better, but today she had put you in an especially bad mood. You we’re supposed to be going out with your boyfriend, Archie, soon but it didn’t look like she had any intention of ending practice in the near future. He was the school’s quarterback so he would be finishing up football practice any minute and you guys were supposed to be finished with rehearsal half an hour ago.

“Uh, I was wondering if maybe we could get some water?” You asked with an especially pathetic expression and your best puppy dog eyes without being obvious. She gave you a blank expression and stared at you for an uncomfortably long amount of time. Like 15 Mississippi seconds.

“You know what?” she probed, still using the unnecessary megaphone, “Yes, you girls can get water. But only because if I have to listen to you imbeciles butcher another simple cheer, I’m going to Van Gogh both my ears off, and I mean that. Be back in two minutes.”

A couple of girls ran up to you graciously but most just ran to their water to make the most of the time that was given. Two minutes in Cheryl-time was pretty different from two minutes in real-time. Just then, the football team parted ways signaling the end of practice. Some guys went to their cars but a lot stayed behind to watch the cheerleaders practice. It was kind of creepy but football normally got out after cheer so it wasn’t usually a problem.

Archie, jogged over to you with his gear still on and his helmet in his hand. He smiled at you with crinkly eyes and ran his fingers through his disheveled copper hair. “How’s my favorite River Vixen?”

You forwent an actual greeting and instead just yelled “WATER,” at him, grabbing the green bottle in his bag with the Gatorade logo on it and gulped it. It came out a little more desperate and forceful than intended but you figured he got the general ‘welcome’ message. When you finally came up for air he looked at you in awe and gave a chuckle, “Well hello to you too.”

“Sorry, it’s just Cheryl’s been crazy all practice. This is literally the first water break we’ve gotten.”

“Cheryl? Crazy? How new and different for her.” He leaned in to kiss you but you dipped out of the way.

“I promise you don’t want to kiss me Arch, I’m really sweaty.” You handed him the bottle back.

“Yeah, but I’m really sweaty too so it cancels out,” he leaned in and kissed you softly.

You smiled up at him, “Ah yes, simple algebra. How could I forget?”

The nice moment you were sharing was interrupted by the sound of nails on a chalkboard, also known as Cheryl Blossom’s voice through a megaphone, “ONE MINUTE”.

Your head whipped around back to your boyfriend. You HAD to get out of this practice, and you had an idea of how. “Archie.”

“Yeah?”

“I need you to stomp on my foot right now.”

He shook his head in confusion, “What? Why? You’re kidding, right?”

“Archie please. I don’t have time for questions. Cheryl is gonna kill me, at least if I don’t get to her first. Now just please stomp on my foot. With the cleat, she’ll check for damage.”

“You’re not kidding. Y/n! no! I’m not just going to crush your foot. Are you crazy?”

“Come on!” you pleaded with him. You looked over at Cheryl. You could tell even from this far away that she was getting increasingly impatient which meant that you were running out of time. “You don’t even have to stomp that hard! Just like, leave a mark or something, I’ll act out the rest!”

“Y/n, I’m not going to stomp on your foot.”

“Archie,” you widened your eyes at him and talked slowly and deliberately. “I swear to the lord above if you do not stomp on my foot, with cleat, right now, then I will not talk to you for a solid week. I swear.”

He opened his mouth to say something, contemplating what to do. He really didn’t want to hurt your foot but he knew that, strangely, you would be really mad at him if he didn’t.

Cheryl’s voice rang from the megaphone, “LET’S TAKE IT FROM THE TOP VIXENS!”

Archie went against his better judgment, lifting his foot about two feet off the ground and slammed it down onto your soft sneaker.

“SHIT!” You buckled over and grabbed your foot in pain, balancing yourself by holding onto Archie with your other hand.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I really didn’t want to –”

“It’s fine, Arch. That was perfect. But I will need you to carry me over to Cheryl. She’ll want to see this.”

He put the rest of his equipment in his bag and lifted you up bridal style and headed towards the cheer squad. “Cheryl’s going to kill me right?” “Probably.”

She had her back turned to you as she was yelling at a freshman about how her hair looked unprofessional. “Cheryl?” You called out to her. She whipped around and her jaw dropped.

“What did you do to my flyer Andrews?!”

He cautiously answered her, “I’m really sorry, I just accidentally stepped on her foot with my cleat…”

“Which foot?!” Her eyes were wide with rage. You lifted your leg to indicate. She walked swiftly over to you and roughly pulled off your sneaker, making you wince a bit in pain. Sure enough, Archie’s cleats had left their mark. Your foot was red and it was obvious you couldn’t do anymore flying today. She threw the shoe into your hand that wasn’t wrapped around Archie’s neck. “Next time keep your big clown feet to yourself Boo Boo the fool.” She turned and walked towards her place in the bleachers. “Get out of my sight Y/n and put some ice on the foot. It better be healed by next practice,” she warned over her shoulder.

You looked at Archie, “I think… we’re free to go.” You looked back at the squad and saw Betty and Veronica getting into formation to run something. Betty reached her arm out dramatically towards the two of you and you could see Veronica mouth the words ‘Take us with you’. You reached back mirroring Betty’s motion as Archie turned away and walked towards his car.

“At least now we can make our dinner reservation. I got us a table at this great place called Pop’s. You probably haven’t heard of it, it’s pretty underground.” Archie quipped.

“Oh yeah? Sounds cute. I really will need some ice when we get there though. You know you actually stepped on me pretty bad,” you said to him, knowing how it would make him react.

“Are you kidding me? You forced me to do it! You threatened me!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding relax. I will need some ice though.”

“What are you? Some kind of masochist?”

“Mr. Grey will see you now.”

Runway Clayified Hair Recolor

TOU: DO NOT CLAIM THIS HAIR RECOLOR AS YOUR OWN AND PLEASE LINK THE HAIR BACK TO THIS POST IF YOU EVER USE THIS HAIR RECOLOR. DO NOT RE-UPLOAD ON ANY SITE OR PAY SITES. AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THE HAIR RECOLORS HAVE ANY PROBLEMS. THANKS!

(original clayified version is by @catplnt and hair is made by nightcrawler)

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2 new eyebrows for your Sims!! I’ll probably end up making a few more as well.

  • Male & female, all ages.
  • All EA colors. ( I tried to match them up as close as I could)
  • Custom thumbnail.
  • Feel free to recolor
  • They’re not perfect, you may have to adjust your sims brow shape a bit.
  • If you have any problems please let me know!!

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Always Night in Skyhold (Nexus)

Pretty obvious. Constant nighttime for Skyhold!

Notes: While working on this mod, I ran into an issue with infinite loading screens happening after certain cutscenes played in Skyhold. The problem cutscenes were ones that already took place at night (e.g. Wicked Grace scene). As part of a work-around, I had to modify the file controlling the appearance of the blizzard during In Your Heart Shall Burn, so the blizzard will appear darker than normal with this mod installed (see the last screenshot).

Since Skyhold was only intended to be explored during the daytime, there are a couple of areas (i.e. the garden, some windows) that still have “spotlights” at night.

Please let me know if you run into any issues!

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The Aestheticizer (v 1.0)

There are two things I hate in this world: painstakingly writing out html tags to format sidebar lyrics for rp blogs, and not having a silly javascript tool to do hard work for me. Now I’ve fixed both problems. 

The Aestheticizer gives you a point-and-click interface that allows you to auto-generate inline HTML effects such as bold, italic, superscript, subscript, and more. The preview and code will update in real time as you make changes. 

You don’t have to credit me if you use this tool to format text, but don’t outright steal my javascript, that would be mean. If you have any suggestions or find any bugs, please let me know!

Hi guys, so this is the way I make roses using the bullion knot. Hopefully if you are trying this you have an understanding of the bullion knot because it will help.

Step 1: So first of, I think it’s best to make three french knots in the centre of the rose. You don’t need to but I think it help give you a structure to work around.

Step 2: Next you want to make a bullion knot that goes across the centre. 

Step 3: This bit is important! the wrappings around the needle needs to be LONGER than the distance between the holes, this will help give the bullion knot movement and make it curve.

Step 4: When pulling the knot tight, you will need to make sure it curves around the centre like the picture above.

Step 5: The next stitch should be going directly over what you’ve done so far. Pretty much like this picture.

Step 6: Repeat this a third time and you have what I cal the ‘foundations’ of the rose. This will be what you work around to build up the layers.

Step 7: Repeat the knots going around the outside of the foundations. You should keep building these up until you’re happy with how its looking. It may take a bit of practice to understand how it works, but as always, practice makes perfect!

And that’s pretty much to. Hope this was helpful for some of you, I try my best to make these understandable, but if you are having any problems please let me know.

prelude to the morning scene

as suggested by the wonderful @eilenpanjaya !! thank you

this is set just before the 2x15 sneak peak. let me know what you think!


They had fallen asleep facing each other. At least Alec had. Magnus’ thoughts never stopped racing.  It had been so long since the nightmares had finally stopped and he knew that if he fell asleep, they would return again in full force. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let his eyelids fall shut and risk seeing those images of his mother… No. Not again.

But the thought of Alec right there next to him eased him. Surely if they were to start again, Alec could – would – help him. But Magnus didn’t want to drag Alec into this. He didn’t want Alec to see this terrible, ugly side of him.

He looked at his boyfriend sleeping quite peacefully beside him and his heart clenched. He wanted to tell him. Badly. He wanted to pour his heart and soul out in front of him and hope that Alec would still be there to clean it up and hold him and love him regardless. He wanted Alec to be there for him like no one before ever had. He wanted to believe that Alec would be different.

Magnus reached a hand out and moved just a few strands of Alec’s raven hair that had fallen into his eyes and couldn’t help the tear that ran down his cheek. Magnus’ hand froze for a second when Alec’s soft snore stopped and he started to stir. Still very much in a sleep state, Alec pressed his face further into the pillow and took Magnus’ hand in his own, pulling it close to his chest before resuming his soft snoring pattern. Magnus felt a lump grow in his throat. He had wanted this for so long.

Instead, Magnus slowly slipped his hand out of Alec’s grasp and made sure not wake him while he slipped out of bed, carefully quiet. He shuffled his way to the other side of the bedroom to slip on his robe before slipping into the main area of his loft. Magnus let out a breath of relief, letting the back of his head fall against the wall as he scrambled to wipe his face clean from any tears.

The morning had silently crept up on both of them, Magnus only registering that Alec would up soon once he heard the hum of traffic getting louder. Alec blinked his eyes open and squinted away from the harsh sunlight that flooded the room. Sighing in content, Alec rolled over and stretched an arm out, expecting to feel Magnus beside him. Instead, all he was met with was a cold pillow and bedsheets that looked fresh, not like they’d been slept in all night. Frowning, Alec swallowed nervously and sat up, rubbing at his eyes.

He stopped and sat still for a couple of minutes, trying to see if he could hear Magnus walking around the loft. But the silence of the apartment was unsettling. Alec got to his feet slowly and picked up a shirt that was lazily strewn on a chair.

Walking up to the doorway of the bedroom, Alec paused when he noticed Magnus sitting at the dining table. He began absent-mindedly scrunching and balling up the shirt in his hands, picking at the strings and chewing on his lip. At first, he thought Magnus looked quite peaceful and contemplated walking over to him and confidently placing a kiss on his cheek.

But upon further inspection, Alec noticed that Magnus had not moved for the past five minutes.  He watched as Magnus held a teacup in his hands and looked into a mirror in front of him. If Alec wasn’t concentrating, he could’ve easily missed the fact that Magnus was breathing. He was so still and Alec found himself frozen, transfixed.

Magnus’ hair was soft and messy, and the usual glitter was absent. But Alec couldn’t find it in him to smile. Magnus didn’t look obviously sad. He just looked… gone? Alec’s heart stammered at the thought of Magnus looking empty and hollow.

He clenched his jaw. Magnus had said he was alright but Alec knew for sure that that wasn’t true. It had happened once with Izzy, he wasn’t about to let his boyfriend slip into anything dangerous. Especially when Alec knew that he had the opportunity to stop it.

Alec took in a deep breath and slowly made his way towards Magnus. He didn’t even flinch. It was like he didn’t realise anyone else was even in the loft.

“There you are,” said Alec softly, pulling the now wrinkled shirt over his head. He spoke and walked silently, not wanting to startle Magnus.

Magnus turned around, blinking rapidly as if to wake himself up for the second time. Or maybe it was the first time. “Good morning,” he said with a soft smile on his face and Alec’s stomach flipped.

This - right here, right now - wasn’t his Magnus. He was sure of it.


i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.

in the meantime, magnus loves alec best when he’s high on mundane medicine.

This is one of my first clothing recolors, so it’s probably not perfect. (sorry for the cruddy preview btw)


  •  Requires City Living
  • 14 pastel colors + 5 7!!! extra multicolored swatches (no idea why I put 5 in the preview, please forgive me!!!) all swatches have a black hoodie.
  • Custom Thumbnail

If you find any problems please let me know!!!

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Woah! Commissions!

Prices might change because I don’t know what I’m doing!

All commissions will be in colour (so no Line arts or sketches)

In regards to comics! The price will vary depending on how many pages/panels you want. For comics I’m going to ask for only undertale related commissions to make it easier for me.

What I’ll draw:

Anything basically!

If you want me to draw your oc send as many references as you have available

Just message me with your request and if I have any problems with it I’ll let you know.

BE SPECIFIC PLEASE! as much as I like having freedom to draw what I want, it would make it a lot easier to make something you’ll like if I have direction.

Payment through PayPal only please in Canadian currency!

Just message me here on Tumblr, or email me at whotheheckyisbecky@gmail.com

I need your help

READ THE DETAILED POST HERE :) 

Hi everyone! (I’m actually really nervous about this.. but.. here goes nothing..)

I am in need of your help. I’m gonna explain why. One of the reasons is actually very sensitive as I would be risking my family and my own safety if I did so say the sensitive reason why I’m asking for your help. Well, I have a few reasons why I’m doing this. I would be fine with sharing it to any of you if you want to know, just message me. I hope that you’ll read til the end. Please bear with me as this might be a long post. But I’ll try to summarize everything as much as I can. I might not share all the details because as I’ve said, it’s really risky and complicated. 

But I can’t take it anymore, I can’t just keep my mouth shut and let life drag me down as the days go by. It’s really heart-wrenching for me everytime I think about my situation, my family’s situation. This mess we’re in is even tearing our family part bit by bit. My mom and I aren’t in good terms because of this. This “mess” is the root of all the disaster that’s happening in my family right now. Ok, so I’m gonna tell you why I’m asking for your help. I have some plans to help my mom because we’re struggling financially, and by struggling, I mean that we’re really having a hard time financially. It’s actually the reason why I think she’s depressed. I noticed how she’s been irritable and sensitive lately, she’s also a lot more aggressive. I honestly don’t know where it started but I have a feeling that it’s due to our endless problems. 

Then, we had an argument. I talked back because I didn’t like the things she said. Take note : I know she didn’t mean any of the words she said, she was just able to tell us such horrible things because she’s stressed. I know because I’m completely aware of what my family is facing. She said things like how me and my siblings are such nuisances in her life, that we’re such a huge “responsibility”, that she wants to leave us, she threatened to poison us so we’d just die. I have two younger siblings and yes, I’m the eldest. My brother’s 12 while my little sister’s 10. So yeah, I know it sounds crazy and complicated, much like straight from a drama film. I cried, of course, I mean, who wouldn’t? I wasn’t able to contain my anger because I was truly hurt by the things she said, that’s why I was able to talk back. I know it’s wrong, very very wrong, but I’ve apologized. I can’t say that she accepted my apology because now she’s being cold to us. Specially to me. She acts as if I’m invisible. She doesn’t call me by my name, refers to me as ‘it/her’ when she talks about me with my younger siblings. I’m doing all the work at home, woke up very early to cook breakfast because she won’t do it. Me and my brother were even late because like I said, I had to do all the work by myself. It’s really taking a toll on me. And the fact that she’s really mad at me hurts me more.

Just this morning, I almost cried when a friend of mine smiled at me. Yes, it is that hard for me. To see someone smile at me, it’s as if someone lessened my pain somehow. I’m feeling really hopeless that’s why I decided to write this, to you. I am in desperate need of your help. Any amount will be very much appreciated. I will use the money to buy a new laptop for my blog because the laptop I’m currently using is broken, it’s actually a gift and it’s kinda old but It’s about to reach its limit. It might just suddenly break again and I don’t have enough money to have it repaired, (I have created a new blog) and a camera (a cheap or second hand mini dslr camera will do.) I’ve signed up to a blog advertising company and once I earn enough money from blogging or any other online job I could find, I want to make a business to help my mom out. Please, I’m not sharing these details with you to act meek so that you would give me money. I can’t ask help from my friends either because they’re all connected to that one “person” who wants to harm us. My boyfriend is trying his best to help me at the meantime but I don’t want to ask any more help from him like money because my mom doesn’t want to accept it. I’m sharing these details with you to let you know why I need your help. :( But all of our problems have one root, and I can’t tell you that root (unless you message me about it, I’d be okay with sharing it with you) because once I expose it, it’s like I’m calling out to the person who wants to .. I’m sorry, I really can’t say it. I actually thought of making a video about this, to explain everything elaborately (verbally) but I can’t either. Because I really cannot expose myself.  My mom doesn’t know I’m asking for your help, and I don’t have any plans of telling her yet.

If you’d like to send any amount of money, please message me via Twitter or here (on Tumblr) for the Paypal link. I can’t share it on here as well because it contains our location. It’s just really risky. We can’t ask help from anyone in my country because 1.) It could make our problem 10x more complicated and worse. 2.) We are all terrified to death if anyone finds us. 

I will be very grateful to any amount that you’re willing to give. And if it won’t be a bother, could you please reblog this? Thank you so much! <3

When things get better in the future, I will make video about this ^-^

Thank you so much and god bless you. <3

Always You //  Ashton Irwin

Masterlist

Request here

Requested: Yes

A/N: First, some warnings. 1) This was written in a delirious state at 1:30 am and an annoyed state in the day following 2) I have no idea, what I’ve done. It’s probably shit. I’m so sorry. 3) I think I’ve used “oddly” an “rather” more than I should have 4) I call Luke a bread stick…. Now that, that’s out of the way… Enjoy, I guess? I don’t know if it’s good enough, but I tried my best. I think it’s a little but different from the request, just a teeny bit. My best friend proof read this for me (thanks I would die without you). If there are more typos, then apologies. It’s not my best work. Anyway, have a great day/night! xx




The five of you had arrived at the venue two hours or so prior to the show. You had arrived at the hotel you were staying at a couple of hours ago, giving the boys just enough time to relax before their performance. You were now in the dressing room, playing FIFA.

You were squished in between Luke and Ashton on the couch while Calum and Michael sat at the foot of it. You and Michel were currently engrossed in a very intense match of FIFA. The two of you had your eyes glued to the screen, hands occupied by the controller.

“You’re never going to win Y/N. Just give up and save yourself the humiliation,” Michael taunted, controlling his player expertly.

You scowled at the back of his head, before turning your attention back to the screen, pressing buttons to guide your players. You’d played with the boys before. You weren’t half bad at the game. But you were yet to beat Michael- the dude was like the king of the game.

Both of you were fully devoted to the game, but with the press of buttons and experience from over the years, Michael had scored the winning goal.

“No!” You whined, tossing the controller on the floor as you cuddled into your best friend’s side. “I know you rigged the game.”

Your friends laughed at your antics. You grabbed a handful of pop corn and chucked them at Michael. Luke laughed, wrapping an arm around you. “Aww, don’t be such a sour loser.”

You playfully punched him in the torso before nuzzling closer into him, unaware of your boyfriend frowning on the other side of you.

Now Ashton’s never had a problem with your relationship and physical affection with the other boys. He didn’t mind the affection you showered them with. He didn’t mind the occasional hugs and cuddles you gave the boys when one of them had had a rough day. But recently, your physical interactions with Luke had bugged him more than it should. He felt oddly ignored and insecure during moments like these, when you chose to curl up into Luke rather than him. He shouldn’t feel this jealous, this angry. You were his girlfriend. Not Luke’s. You loved him. Not Luke… Right? You guys were just best friends… Right?

Your giggles at something Luke had said pulled him out of his reverie. Doubts were creeping into Ashton’s head, insecurities bubbling up. He got up, suddenly, causing you all to look up at him. He looked rather grim, the smile on his face a minute ago- not there.

“You alright, Ash?” You questioned, looking up at him.

He nodded distractedly, eyebrows furrowed as he looked around. Grabbing his hoodie, he headed to the door. “I’m going out for some fresh air. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Want me to come along?” You asked, siting up, peering at his disappearing figure.

“Uh, no. I’ll be alright. Stay with the guys if you want to.”

“Alright,” you answered, shrugging off his changed mood as pre-show nerves.

Half of him wanted to be left alone for a while, but the other half of him wanted you to come along. But as Ashton went out and stood at the door to put on his hoodie, he heard you laugh at a stupid joke Luke had cracked and he was off, biting his lips in sadness and frustration.


Ashton’s short walk had turned into a long one around the venue. He had stopped by to click some pictures with the fans that had found him and had lay in the soft grass for some while before finally deciding to return. He was in a slightly better mood. He was heading to the dressing room to get ready since soundcheck was only in a bit. Calum and Michael passed him as he walked towards the room asking him to “hurry the fuck up” and he sped up.

The door of the room was open a creak, light from the hallway slipping in too. As Ashton reached the room, he stopped when he heard voices. He peeked in through the sliver. He didn’t know what to feel as he saw you and Luke standing very, very close together before you moved away, smiling. With the seeds of doubt already planted in his head, he assumed the worst. Should he feel hurt? Angry? Both? He moved away from the door when tears pooled in his eyes but he wiped them before they could drip down his cheeks.

He slammed the door open, glaring at the two of you before yanking his hoodie off. He walked past the two of you, ignoring your questions as to where he had been. He pulled off his shirt and put on a slightly less warmer tank top.

You stepped closer to him, standing on your tip toes to give him a peck. Though right when your lips were about to touch his, he turned away and your puckered flesh met his cheeks. You frowned, confused. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he turned to Luke and rather hatefully spat out- “We’re getting late.” And then he was gone.

Through out the show Ashton had been very aggressive. He broke his drum once and his drumsticks twice. He also hadn’t conversed with the fans as much as he usually did. Every smile you’d sent his way through the side of the stage where you weren’t visible was returned with a scowl or a glare.

When the show and the meet and greet was over and the guys were heading to freshen up, you tried to block Ashton’s path. “Hey, whats wrong seriously?”

“Move Y/N. I’m really sweaty. I need a shower.” He said, not looking at you.

‘Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” you answered.

“Y/N…” He warned.

“What’s wrong?” You repeated adamantly.

Rather unexpectedly, Ashton burst out. “Y/N, I said move. Stop annoying the crap out of me.”

You stepped back, surprised by his outburst. His yell earned the two of you looks from the crew and the others. Ashton sighed, rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger. His voice cracked and came out raspy,”Let me just go, Y/N.”

Hearing the waver in voice, you immediately stepped aside, letting him pass. You looked at him as he weaved his way through the crowd of people backstage, wondering all the while what had gone wrong. What had you done? What had you done that you made him cry?


You guy were sitting in Calum’s room having dinner out of take out boxes when you were back from the venue, the work for the day done. Despite the conversations Luke, Calum and Michael made, an awkward silence hung in the room. Michael kept sneaking glances, eyes flitting between you and Ashton. Finally, curiosity got the better of him and he spoke up. “Alright, what’s wrong?”

Ashton looked up at him from his box.”What?”

“What?” Calum snickered tauntingly. “What as in why aren’t you both all over each other? You’re literally on top of each other after shows. I don’t know how you do it, he’s so fucking sweaty.”

“Well, I assumed she’d rather enjoy some time with other people,” Ashton sneered.

You turned to him, eyebrows drawing into a scowl. “What do you mean I’d en-”

“I’m going to bed,” he cut you off, shutting his box and placing it back on the table, food still unfinished. He got up to leave.

“No, you’re not,” you said. Your eyes followed his moments, as he shuffled around, grabbing his jacket, his phone and his room key. You got up from your seat as well “Ashton, stop being so fucking cryptic. Just spit it out!”

Ignoring you, yet again, he walked out slamming the door at your face. You gritted your teeth, eyes burning as tears filled your eyes this time.

“Uh… Did something happen between you two?” Luke asked.

You turned to him, glaring. “I don’t know, Luke. Does it look like something’s happened?” You hissed, sarcastically.

Luke cowered back, shooting you an apologetic look.

You sighed, muttering a sorry. You began to pace by the door, lips drawn between your teeth and panic flooding through your system.

“Did I do something wrong you guys?” You asked worriedly, running your hands through your. “Did I say something? Why is he so pissed off at me? Is he going to bre-”

“For the love of god, Y/N, can you please breathe for a minute?” Luke said, coming to stand beside you. He put his hands on your shoulders giving you a shake before he continued. “Go talk to him. That’s it.”

“If you haven’t noticed, he’s ignoring me.” You pointed out the obvious. “He won’t listen to me.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Then force him to talk. Listen, if he doesn’t talk to you we’ll talk to him.”

“Yeah,” Michael piped in. “And if that doesn’t work we’ll take you to a relationship therapist.”

Calum made a face at Michael, before turning to you. “We won’t because it won’t come to it. Just go talk to him. You’ve talked through your problems before.”

“Right. Yes, I can do this.” You repeated, sucking in a breath before letting it out.

Luke gave your shoulders a squeeze as you walked out towards the room you were supposed to share with Ashton. The door of the other room shut behind you.

You were oddly nervous. Sure, you had had your fair shares of arguments with him but he’d never been this mad at you. You’d never made him cry.

You knocked on the door of the room twice, eyes focused on the carpeted hallway. “Ashton? Open up, please.” You said, softly knowing that he was listening.

He didn’t reply. Neither did he come to unlock the door, despite all the moving you could hear him doing inside. “Ash, babe, please.”

Still nothing.

“You know I’m sharing a room with you any way, so you have to let me in anyway.”

You heard the lock turn, and his face popped into view. “Really? Because I thought you’d rather sleep with Luke.”

You frowned. “Why would I want to sleep with Luke?”

“I don’t know. You had no problem kissing him today.”

Your jaw went slack and a look of pure confusion overtook your face. “What the fuck are you on about? When did I kiss Luke?”

He was about to shut the door again, but you put your foot in between, wincing at the pressure. He was shutting you out again, quite literally as well as emotionally. You pushed on the door, slipping in and past him.

“No, we are talking about this.” You said, enunciating each word. You slammed the door behind you, crossing your hands in front of your chest.

“There’s nothing to-”

“Cut the shit Ashton!” You yelled, frustratedly. “You’re literally accusing me of cheating! That too with Luke! Your band mate!”

“Well didn’t you?” He screamed right back. His eyes had turned a shade darker, his jaw was gritted and hands clenched into fists.

“When the hell did you see me kissing him? Because I clearly don’t remember doing so, ever. So if you can jog my memory it would be really helpful.” You spat, moving inside.

Ashton followed you. “I saw you… And him. In the dressing room. You were standing so cl- close to him and you were smiling. And-”

You scoffed. “And you assumed I cheated on you with one of your best friends. That’s what you think of me, Ashton? That’s what you think of your girlfriend?”

“Why wouldn’t I, Y/N?” Ashton whimpered. When you looked up at him his orbs were filled with tears again. He plopped on the bed, dropping his head into his palms. “I mean you’re always so close with him. You’re always with him.”

“Ash-”

“No. Please, let me finish,” he sniffed, wiping the tears that had spilled. “You always choose to be with him. You choose to sit next to him even when I’m there. You choose to cuddle into him, you choose to joke around with him, you choose to make fun of him. Not me. You choose to talk to him when you’re upset. You choose to go have fun with him. Not me. It’s like you- It’s like you choose to love him. And not me. Not me.”

By now Ashton was sobbing, and tears were rolling down your cheeks too.

“But- I don’t blame you. You’ve known him your entire life. He’s talented- plays mean tunes on that guitar. he’s good looking. He’s charming. He’s everything I am not and more. Maybe I’m just not enough to deserve you. Maybe I’m not as good to deserve your love. Maybe I was stupid enough to try in the first place. Maybe I am not good enough.

You shook your head, sitting beside him, the mattress bending under your weight as you sat down. You reached out to grab his hand but he pulled away. So you scooted closer, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “No. No. You listen to me, alright? Listen to me carefully, okay?”

You pressed your lips to the side of his forehead, holding his shaking body as close as you could. You moved your face closer to his ear. “I love you. I fucking love you. No, I didn’t kiss Luke. I can’t ever kiss anyone ever, but you. I will only ever want to kiss you. I only want to feel your lips against mine, okay? And I will never in a million years leave you, or stop loving you. And you deserve me. You probably deserve better than me. Not someone who doesn’t give you attention. But I’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I wouldn’t ever want to hurt you. I will always want to cuddle you, or laugh with you or have the time of my life with you. And I will be selfish, because although you deserve better, I want you all to myself.”

You grabbed his face in your palms, turning it towards you. You looked into his green eyes, red and glazed. “And I love you more than any thing in this whole damn world. I love you because you make feel more wanted than anyone ever has and ever could. I love you because you put the stars in my fucking sky. I love you because you look at me and all I see is love.”

You leaned your forehead against his. “I love you because you listen to me ramble about the most boring things.” You kissed his left cheek. “I love you because you laugh at all my bad jokes.” A peck on his right cheek. “I love you because you let me steal all your shirts and hoodies.” On his nose. “I love you because you let me play your drums and you play them better than anyone ever can. And I love that.” On the corner of his lips. “I love you because you hold me like we’r in our own world, like everything will always be okay.” On the other corner of his lips. “I love you because you’re Ashton Fletcher Irwin and I wouldn’t ever want to love anyone else.”

You pressed your lips against his softly. At first he didn’t move- the two of you felt everything, every crease, every torn skin of your lip brushing against the other’s. And then he turned his body to face you completely, a hand grabbing your waist while the other went into your hair. His eyes were closed, forehead still against yours ass he pushed you into the mattress. “You love me, right? Not Luke?”

“Not Luke, that dude looks like a fucking bread stick.” You smiled, fingers grazing his jaw, up and down. “Only you. Always you.”

Ashton giggled and then asked. “You never kissed him?”

You shook your head as much as you could in his grip. “Never had and never will. No one but you.”

He moved his face, lips brushing lightly against yours. “And you’ll always love me?”

“Always and forever.” You answered.

“You promise?” he asked.

You chuckled. “Yes, you adorable noob. Now shut up and kiss me.”

Rehearsal

moodboard by my loves @jeons-jalebi and @igot7bangtanbaes

This one is for you Shan @kpopfanfictrash. Here’s to wrecking biases, BBH style.


“Just leave. Leave now and don’t look back. There’s nothing left for you here”.

You breathe deeply, tears stinging your eyes as he stares back with a similar sentiment. You’re lying through your teeth of course. Here is where you are and here is where he belongs.

He must know this too because before you can turn to leave, he grabs your wrist and pulls you into him. He only lets you savor the anticipation brought on by the proximity his body to yours for a brief moment. “How can you say that? You’re here and that’s always been more than enough for me”.

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