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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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journee hairs | recolor

huGEE thank you to @chaosilly​ for being willing to take these screenshots for me i’m obsessed to death w her blog oml ur sims are so freaking beautiful

  • you will need the mesh by @aharris00britney
  • please refer to the original creator’s tou as well as mine
  • comes in 16 swatches from @pastry-box‘s saccharine palette
  • custom thumbnails
  • there are 4 files total
    • 3 separate according to hair position
    • 1 file with all 3 hairs merged
      • don’t download the merged file if you have already downloaded any of the separate ones!! (prolly won’t work in ur game)
  • please let me know if there problems with this or if you have suggestions i’d be happy to hear them 💕
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Jessie’s Girl

Originally posted by scheggiadivetro


Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Reader

Request: “ITS SO SAD OMFG! PART 2???”

“I love the angst, id love it if you did a part two x”

“Part 2 please omfg my heart hurts”

“Chasing pavements part 2?

“Part 2 of chasing pavements? Jsjsjsjsjs hmmmm maybe the reader gets sad and Dustin decides to ask her to dance because he knows what’s going on and make her laugh. Not romantic or anything. Just plain babies having fun?🐳”

Summary: Dustin cheered (Y/N) up after Eleven’s arrival at the ball, but he also managed to make someone jealous.

Word count: 1.507

Posted: 23rd of November 2017

A/N: OMG GUYS! I am so overwhelmed for the comments that I have received. I really thank you for appreciating my work and nothing’s better than reading positive comments after a long and tiring day at school.

Anyway, part 2 is about Dustin and the reader, but I put Mike in the description because I wanted to put the imagine under Mike’s section in my masterlist. I also used Jessie’s Girl as my inspiration in this, so yeah! Please let me know what you think of it and, eventually, tell me if you want the third part, I would write it without any problems.

Thank you so much, guys! I love you so much. x

- G. x

Link: Chasing Pavements (Part 1); Jealous (Part 3); Can’t Fight This Feeling (Part 4)


After seeing your loved one dance to the rhythm of a love song with someone else, you felt your chest tightening and your eyes stinging. Mike and Eleven seemed so happy, showing blithe wide smiles on their faces. You were in a deep pain, because who wouldn’t? Mike was your first in different ways: best friend, crush, love and, sadly, heartbreak too. You couldn’t accept your situation, but you were also no one to ruin someone else’s happiness, so you preferred to keep your agony to yourself.

“Milady,” You carelessly wiped your glossy wet eyes as a cute and jolly Dustin popped up in front of you. You quickly flashed him a wide fake smile, but you knew that he has already noticed everything. He was your best friend too and, just like Mike, he knew how to recognize the different types of your smiles. “may I have this dance?”

“Of course, gentleman!” You playfully winked at him, shaking your thoughts and Mike off your head. It would be unfair to Dustin if you thought of Mike while dancing with him. Also, that would be rude.

Dustin grabbed your hand as he helped you to stand up from your chair, leaving your party’s table empty once again. You both headed to the dance floor, still holding each other’s hands.

“(Y/N)?” Dustin mumbled shyly. “I have a problem.”

“What is it?” You worriedly asked as you tried to detach your brain from Mike and Eleven, who were slow-dancing few metres away from you and Dustin. You couldn’t see them though, because they were behind you.

“I don’t know how to dance.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hands as he gave you an uncomfortable smile, obviously embarrassed. You burst into a loud laughter, catching some of the people’s attention. Your friends, except Mike, shook their heads playfully as they thought that maybe Dustin has said something stupid, since it was his habit.

“Here.” You grabbed his other hand and you rested them on your waist. “Then we just sway to the song’s beat.” You stated as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You slowly moved your body and Dustin followed you.

There was a comfortable atmosphere between you and Dustin. He was a dorky, but also an empathetic kid. He was a great observer too. In fact, he was aware of what has happened between you and Mike. He could read your mind too and he had the capacity of putting himself on someone else’s shoes, this time they were your shoes.

“Who’s the girl with the ginger coloured hair?” You corrugated your forehead as you curiously blurted the question out. You needed to distract yourself, that was why you took advantage of the situation to clear some things in your head.

“Oh,” He glanced at the girl that you were referring to and you smiled at her when she noticed your gaze. “she’s Max, Lucas’ girlfriend.” He faced you once again as he answered your question. You nodded your head in response and you tried to catch Lucas’ happy eyes.

“He’s growing up too fast!” You pouted in disappointment and you faked a cry, pretending to be melancholically nostalgic. Lucas was a sweetheart and he has always protected you from the bullies, being the courageous kid that he was.

He laughed out of nowhere and he murmured you something. “I liked her too, but I think that she was happier with Lucas.”

“Aw, Dusty. You will find someone better!” You caressed his cheek with your thumb as you felt sad for him. He smiled at you, but shrugged his shoulders. You then looked at Will, catching his big brown orbs. “And Will? Is he fine?” You worriedly questioned and Dustin’s eyes were suddenly filled with fear, you assumed that it was because of the Mind Flayer that Mike has mentioned earlier, and sadness. He cared about his friends a lot and you knew that he was afraid too.

“He’s getting a lot better now,” Dustin quietly answered and you unleashed a long and deep sigh. You wanted to be by your friends’ side in times of need, but you missed the chance. You felt guilty as you knew that they needed you. “thankfully.”

“Luckily!” You sighed in relief. “I missed you all, did you know that?” You sweetly chimed, trying not to hum to the song that was playing while you talked to your best friend.

“We missed you too, (Y/N),” Your heart melted at his statement, but you noticed that his eyes were focused to someone else. A grin was slowly forming on his face as he noticed something unbelievable was happening behind your back. “mostly Mike.”

“Eleven is back too.” You murmured and you noticed that he tightened his grip on your waist. You completely ignored the extra information that he gave you. He was shocked that you brought out the argument, so he quickly focused his gaze on you, letting the smirk fall back.

“As it seems, (Y/N).” Dustin sighed, feeling bad for not telling you earlier. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t control Mike’s feelings, Dustin.” You downheartedly smiled and a comfortable silence was quickly built between the two of you. “I can’t tell him who to love or not. I am just his best friend, not his heart.”

“I know, but nothing is impossible. Right?” He hopefully cheered you up, flickering his eyes between you and the someone else who he kept on looking at. You chose to ignore his gestures as you thought that boys could be stupid and crazy sometimes.

Your conversation quickly died as the topic went to Mike and Eleven. You knew that your friends were sorry, mostly because they wanted you to be happy. Obviously, you were all young and you thought about nothing but happiness.

“I really missed a lot of things in these months, didn’t I?” You giggled as you tried to start your conversation once again, finally letting go of the topic about Mike and Eleven.

“You did!” Dustin smirked once again as he thought of something dorky to make you smile. “In fact, I have them now!” He smiled widely to show you his brightly white teeth and you have just noticed that he already had the complete set.

“Oh my God,” You excitedly exclaimed. “you have teeth!” You remembered when Troy used to call Dustin toothless. What were you saying, Troy?

“Crazy, right?” He loudly laughed. “And do you think that you could just miss these pearls?” He cheekily purred in the middle of your slow and sweet dance, making you laugh out loud. He was an idiot, but you couldn’t deny that you loved it.

“You’re such a dork, Henderson!” You shook your head in disbelief with a big smile on your face. He was trying to make you laugh, but he has always been successful in doing it, even without trying hardly.

“I know.” He proudly agreed. “And remember Steve Harrington?”

“Of course. What’s with him?” Your eyebrows were knitted together, questioning yourself why someone like him was involved in your friends’ adventurous problem.

“He helped me with the demo-dogs.” He widely smiled at the thought of his new friend. “That son of a bitch is so cool!”

“You and Lucas used to call him a douchebag.” You nonchalantly remembered him, but he just let it go, making you laugh once again. He was a little incoherent, but maybe people has changed while you were gone.

“Are you feeling better?” Dustin worriedly questioned you, completely changing the argument as he hoped that he made you feel better somehow.

“I am, Dusty.” You nodded to thank him. “Thank you so much.”

“It’s always a pleasure, (Y/N).” He shook his head with a great smile on his face. “A best friend is someone that you’d do anything for.”

He honestly was grateful, because he made his best friend laugh with his dorky actions. He tried to make you happy even though you were oblivious of the stinging death glares that he received from someone that stood behind you.

Dustin stayed by your side and tried to fix your broken heart, but little did you know that someone else’s heart was breaking into little pieces too: slowly, but then all at once, right after you gave Dustin a quick kiss on his cheek and pulled him tightly into a warm hug to thank him endlessly. He wrapped his arms around your waist to embrace you back without any malice, but the people that surrounded you thought that he finally conquered the girl of his dreams.

Everybody shouted and cheered for you and Dustin, making you both blush in embarrassment and awkwardness. You sheepishly smiled at everyone and something strange quickly caught your gaze.  

Dustin was a good friend of his, but something suddenly changed and it wasn’t that hard to define: his best friend has just got a girl and he wanted to make her his.

In fact, everybody cheered for them, except one. The one.


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)

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)
See bookmarks of your works (for AO3 creators)

I like to look at the bookmarks people have made of my works – especially then notes they leave – and I like to do it all in one place, without having to click through to each work separately.

UPDATE: There is now an easy web interface for this!

  Anyone can do this – just replace YOURNAME with your AO3 username in the following URLs (note that there are two things to replace per URL) and paste into your browser:

Note: Creators, please don’t feel bad if you do this and don’t get any results. Most AO3 fanworks have 0 or 1 bookmarks, and the rate of recs is far lower – even when bookmarkers leave kudos or comments, or leave a nice note in a bookmark, they often don’t click the rec box.

Warm fuzzies (recs with notes): 
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All bookmarks with notes:
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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 ^-^

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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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ONE STEP AT A TIME: Free Printable

Hellooo! Yesterday I reached 15.000 followers (!!!!!!!!!!), which is so, so crazy. I would have never ever expected that when I first created this blog, so THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH <3 I love every single one of you.

To celebrate, I decided to make some printables yayyyy!! It’s a weekly planner that comes in the following options: blank, lined, graph and 2 columns (lined). Also I made portuguese versions yeahhh

Download links:

If you have any problem with it, please let me know. And also tag me if you use it! x

VIBRANT TURTLENECKS

So glad to finally be able to share my first ever custom content with you all! Believe it or not, I made these turtlenecks about a year ago but never released them. Was intending for this to be a Simblreen gift but I didn’t get it up in time. Hope you all enjoy! Please let me know if you have any problems with the mesh <3

Things to note:

  • base game compatible
  • 9 swatches
  • no custom thumbnail
  • please do not edit without giving credit
  • tag me if you use it so i can see!

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Courtyard - please re-download

I extracted the first download before I updated my game, so it was missing files.  I apologize for any problems you may have had.

It has now been updated, patched, and batch-fixed, so it should be fine.

Again - many thanks to @ilonastuffforsims4 for letting me know so I could fix it.


CC by @daer0n @mxims @sympxls @novvvas @mincsims @13pumpkin31 @michelleabstuff @dreamteamsims @bluehoppersimming @slox @sanoysims @sims4luxury  @leo-sims and more.  Always WCIF friendly.

Note: the stairs are deco only.  If you’re going to play this lot, you will need to add or replace them with regular stairs.

Fixed download here: http://simfileshare.net/folder/25098/

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Sweetheart

preview + install

I made this theme around Valentine’s Day, but I love the aesthetic of it too much to wait until next year.

Features:

  • 400px posts
  • Day Pages
  • Search bar
  • Liked Posts
  • CSS banner reblog buttons
  • Like buttons
  • 12+ color options
  • optional full sized background image

Liked posts can be viewed by clicking on the heart in the sidebar on the upper right hand corner of your icon. Liked posts will not show up on sideblogs or if your blog doesn’t have them enabled. 

Let me know if you run in to any problems with this theme and please like or reblog if interested!

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.”

3

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!

Each enneagram archetype in a nutshell

If you want to read a similar version based on subtypes, click here.


125: *in a study group* “Here is the paper you wanted feedback on, Brittany. Yeah, I know you said next week, but I had some time to spare. Oh btw, I just did a few changes” *hands back a fully rewritten paper*

126: *enters a party way too early* “THANKS for inviting me! Do you need help with anything? Getting the snack ready? Prepare the punch? Arranging the sitting group? Clean up the bathroom?”

127: *at a party* “Hey, guys, can I have your attention? I thought it would be fun to play some games so everyone can get to know each other, so if you all can arrange your chairs in a circle…”

135: “It’s leviOsa, not leviosA”

136: “I just finished color coding all of my curriculum, and I prepared my entire reading schedule for the next five years at uni. What did you say? When I have time off? … what about after Christmas?”

137: “Hey, let’s leave this party and find a pub somewhere. No, it’s no fun if not everybody is coming! What are you talking about sick, Brittany? You are ruining the night for everyone!

145: “Well, the leading scientific research on the field says that you are a moron!” *leaves with a smug smile*

146: “You are breaking the law by downloading torrents, you know. I don’t care, but don’t come crying to me when the police get you.”

147: “I have spent the entire week planning this party, and now people are leaving early! I will never invite you to a party again! I will find new friends instead!” *plans another party with the same people next week*

258: “I find that yoga really helps me! You should try it, I can recommend the best classes! Hey, here is an idea: why don’t you come join me tomorrow! It’s really good for your back and I have this protein shake that… No no, I insist!”

259: “Well of course I will do your homework for you, I am so glad you asked” *is actually kinda happy*

268: “OMG Jason STILL hasn’t answered your text? That asshole! Okey, now you gotta give the silent treatment for like a week. No, Brittany, listen, I know this stuff!”

269: “Yeah, I can help you move, when is it? In the middle of the night on Wednesday? That’s a bit inconvenient, but sure, I’ll be there. No problem, bro.”

278: “You just need another glass of wine and then everything will be fun! No no, stop crying Brittany! I SAID STOP CRYING!”

279: “So Mathilde and Jonathan aren’t talking to each other, and it’s horrible. Yes, I know they are fictional characters, that’s not the point!”

358: “No no no, let me tell you how to fix the current situation”

359: “No no no, I’m fine, everything is fiiine, no problem, I’m chill.” *has internal breakdown because nobody is doing what they are supposed to*

368: *someone does a tiny mistake* “OMG how stupid ARE YOU?!?!?!?!” (tells nobody they can’t do it any better)

369: “I’ll have a grande double lite no gluten no lactose low fat diet frappechino with whipped cream and pumpkin spices on the go please – Yes, my name is Brittany. No! Bri-tta-ny!”

378: “You just gotta believe in yourself, man! It’s all about mindset! I climped this mountain in a blizzard last year, what’s your excuse?!” *stares down a person in a wheelchair*

379: *just got home from a road trip* “omg guys LETS GO ON A ROAD TRIP!!!” *starts packing*

458: *looks at a person completely expressionless* “Did you know that the perfume you’re wearing contains hardened whale vomit and feces?” Also: “Just don’t tell me what to do.”

459: *said at a party* “I wonder what Kant truly meant when he said: ‘Ingratitude is the essence of vileness.’”

468: “That baby was so ugly! … what? Nobody else was gonna say it.”

469: “Do you actually like this dress? For real? Like, you actually think it’s nice? Okey, thanks for telling me!” *goes to next person* “Hey, what you think about this dress I’m wearing? Oh really?”

478: “What are you talking about? I’m amazing! You just don’t get me because you are a poser like the rest of them. And yes, this is a velvet suit!”

479: “I’m supercool, not at all totally broken on the inside, what are you talking about?” *laughs hard then cries when nobody sees*