inspired by all the other ones lol

2

!!!!!15 MILLION SUBSCRIBERS!!!!!

!Trash Mammals Unite!

@therealjacksepticeye This is amazing!!!! Congratulations on this great achievement! I feel so blessed to be a part of this community. It is so nice and full of such wonderful, genuine, creative and determined people. And with such a wonderful example as Sean I’m not surprised. Thank you for everything and here is to continued growth and most of all happiness and inspiration!

By the way here LOL this is a little animation and pic I drew to celebrate 15 Million. Totally LOVE animating in this art style! Night in the Woods is one of my favorite series of yours (along with almost every other story-based game you play) and watching you play all these wonderful games continues to inspire me to try and make a game of my own someday. Who knows…

Vodka

This is sorta lame and cheesy, but it’s basically just a fluffy Imagine about Tom being a cute boyfriend and taking care of his drunk girlfriend💗
Author’s Note: This is a oneshot inspired by sorta me? My mom had a party and made a ton of mixed drinks, and because I’m a dumb baby that never drinks, I forgot that vodka literally punches you in a face when you drink too much of it? Anyways, I got drunk and ended up crying to one of my cousins for about 40 minutes about all the reasons why I love Tom? Apparently, I’m even more cheesy and sentimental drunk than I am sober, who knew lol?

Vodka
She giggled to herself, ankles knocking into each other as she braced herself on the door of her apartment. She was absolutely, completely, and undeniably smashed. Truly, she couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten this way, but then again, she could barely recall her uber ride home.
Her hands kept shaking and she couldn’t find the correct key to fit itself into the doorknob. At this rate, she’d be out all night.
Tom paused the film he was watching and glanced back towards the front door. He was pretty sure that he could hear someone out there, but it was probably just their neighbor’s being noisy. Allowing the film to regain his full attention, he did his best to ignore the strange sounds outside, until he heard something that replicated her giggle.
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She was supposed to be at a sleepover with her best friends, not coming home at one in the morning? Tom got up and made his way over to the window by the door. Peeking out, he saw that the giggle outside indeed belonged to her, and she appeared to be struggling hugely with the task of opening the door.
Quickly crossing to help her inside, Tom yanked open the door and barely had time to catch her as she crashed in on top of him.
“Tom!” She yelped excitedly, making no effort to move off of him, instead cuddling further into him, while he laid sprawled across the floor with her lying on his chest. “Do you wanna hear a joke? It’s so dirty and I know how you love dirty things!” She explained innocently, her eyelashes tickling his neck.
Tom chuckled, “Darling, come on up here. We’ve gotta close the door.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you!” She leaned over him, “What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?”
“You’re absolutely wrecked.” Tom laughed, taking in her mussed up appearance. She still looked good, how could she not? Her skirt was just shorter, her breasts were more exposed than she’d be comfortable with sober, and her eyemakeup was slightly smudged. Her hair tumbled down her back in messy waves and she teetered on her high heels.
If she had come home sober, Tom would’ve dragged her off to bed with him, but alas, she was drunk and needed to be taken care of.
“She gagged!” His girlfriend giggled, finishing up the butt of her joke. “Do you get it?”
Tom burst out laughing and cradled the back of her head as he rolled her onto her side so that he could get up to lock the door. “Yes, baby, I do. Where’d you hear that one?”
She didn’t even seem to have registered what he asked her because, in response, she said, “I don’t think I’d be Cinderella if I was a disney princess. She gags, but not me. I don’t gag, unless you make me.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re going to be so embarrassed in the morning.” Tom said, slipping his hands beneath her arms to pick her up. Helping her down the hallway to their bedroom, he asked, “Darling, how come you’re not with your friends right now?”
She blinked her eyes slowly and licked her lips. “We were all talking, and drinking. So, so, so much drinking. Did you know that vodka is strong? Like, it’s so strong, because, I’m not sure if you can tell, but,” She leaned closer to his chest and pressed herself up onto her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, “I’m kinda drunk right now.”
Turning his head towards her, he decided to play along, “Are you serious? I’d had no clue.”
“Well, yes! Anywho,” She dragged out the last letter of anywho before she tripped over herself again.
Tom caught her and slipped a firmer hand around her waist. “Anywho?” He pressed.
“We were all talking about our boyfriends, and how much we love them, because, I love you so much. And then, we started talking about the stuff we do with our boyfriends.” She paused in the hallway to poke Tom’s chest, “That’s my favorite shirt on you.”
“Darling, I’m not wearing a shirt?” Tom said, cocking his head to the side.
“I know,” She smiled, “That’s why it’s my favorite.” She gestured to Tom’s exposed midriff, “This is all great. Like, you look so good. The best.”
Tom dissolved into laughter and shook his head, “My silly, drunk girl. What are we going to do with you?”
“Well, you see, what I’d like you to do with me is make-out. That’s really why I came home. We started talking about some things,” She cupped her hand around Tom’s ear and whispered, “Sexy time things. And we all agreed that I should come home to you so that we could do the sexy time things. Because, I wanna do them, with you.”
Finally crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Tom placed her gently onto the bed and tried to ignore her last statement. Yes, she was his girlfriend. Yes, she’d just told him that she wanted him, and yes, he obviously wanted her too. But, she was drunk, much too drunk to consent to sex with him.
Tonight, Tom would be a good boyfriend and take care of her, but, in the morning, Tom would be a good boyfriend and he’d give her at least 2 orgasms with 2 advil pills to chase away her headache before breakfast.
“Sweet girl, we can’t right now. You’ve been drinking too much, you’re absolutely wasted.” Tom tried to reason with her.
“No, no I’m not. If I was drunk, could I do this?” She took a deep breath, “‘May I feel said he/ (I’ll squeal said she/ just once said he) It’s fun said she/ (May I touch said he/ How much said she/ A lot said he) Why not said she.”
Tom cut her off, “Sweetheart, nothing you say matters right now, you’re too drunk. Now just let me help you out of that dress.” Shaking his head, Tom laughed as he walked over to her with an oversized sweatshirt of his in his hand. Only she would be able to quote E.E. Cummings completely inebriated.
Kneeling in front of her, Tom lifted one of her feet onto his lap to unbuckled her high heeled shoe. Undoing the clasp and carefully removing the heel, he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her foot.
“You know, I like it a lot better when you’re on your knees for a different reason.” She pouted, sitting up to watch him.
Tom chuckled again as he began to remove her other shoe, “Trust me darling, so do I. Roll over-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when she interjected.
“Are you gonna spank me?” She asked, rolling over. Her tiny dress had ridden up even more and Tom had to bite down on his lower lip and clasp his hands together to prevent himself from doing just that.
“You’re making this really difficult.” Tom muttered.
“Then do something about it. I thought bad girls got spankings?” She teased him, eyeing the hardness growing within his pajama bottoms.
“Stop it, I’m trying to take care of you and you’re making it really hard.” Tom groaned.
“I can tell,” She giggled.
“For fucks sake,” Tom rolled his eyes, “I’m going to help you out of the dress, and that’s all the touching I’m going to do tonight. Then, I’m going to take off your makeup, and you’re going to go to sleep.”
“Tom,” She whined, wriggling around on the bed, “I don’t wanna. I want you to do me.”
Tom laughed, “You’re going to die in the morning, oh my gosh. You’re such a child.”
“Ugh!” She whined and flattened out onto the mattress.
Sitting down behind her on the bed, Tom rolled her over and unzipped the back of her dress. He did his best to not look, but the zipper kept getting caught in her hair, and he couldn’t ignore the soft skin of her back. He saw that she’d chosen to wear the pretty, light pink, lace bra that she’d been wearing the first time they’d had sex. Groaning over the memories, he helped her rid her body of the confining fabric of her dress and had slid his sweatshirt over her body.
She turned to lay on her back, “Will you at least kiss me?”
“Yes,” Tom placed a soft kiss on her mouth, “Do you wanna get up to go to the bathroom to take off your makeup, or do you want me to do it for you here?”
“Hmmm, here.” She sat up and stuck her hands inside of the sweatshirt, only to toss her bra off seconds later.
Tom’s eye lingered on her chest as he got up to retrieve her makeup wipes.
“I love youuuuu.” She said, hugging herself to his chest after Tom had successfully cleansed her face of all traces of makeup. “You’re my favorite, even though you refuse to fuck me.”
Tom tucked the duvet under her chin and crawled in behind her. He kissed her temple and curled an arm around her, “I love you too darling.”
He prayed to the high heavens above that she wouldn’t feel his excitement poking her in the back while she drifted off and into dreamland.

2

The other day we were in Cannes, and there was a moment where we realized… we were taking this 70 Anniversary picture of Cannes, and there was like, a hundred guests… and we came down and most of my favorite directors were there, you turned everywhere and there was someone amazing. I’m not gonna say one name because I’ll be missing the other, but really, the best of the best; people that I work thinking of and inspired of all the time, so…  We got together and it was like “Damn! What are we doing here?”, like, six friends, us, Salma, Guillermo, Alejandro, and we looked at each other, like, “What the fuck?” [x]

Six Sentence Sunday- 10/15/17

“So…how do you want to try it this time?” Molly asked, smiling sweetly as she looked across the exam table at him.

“Just um- just keep busy doing the post mortem and don’t pay too much attention to me,” Sherlock instructed with a nervous gesture toward the body and nearby tools, and she quickly looked down and did just as he asked.

He drew a deep breath with eyes closed and then finally opened them with an exhale as he softly but clearly said, “Molly, I love you.”

She glanced up from her work then, her eyes shining and lips lifting in a slow smile that lit up her whole face as she asked, “and when will you really say it?”

“Sherlock, can you please get up and focus so we’re not late for the christening?” John demanded while fussing with his tie.

“Yes of course, John,” Sherlock replied evenly as he exited his mind palace and got up from the Watson’s couch, promising himself, as he always did…to practice again another day.

Dying to See Her

Summary: Newt’s day has come, and Tina’s the only one present to say goodbye. Inspired by “Dying to See Her” by Brad Paisley.

Word Count: 1,560

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @ly–canthrope @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @benniesgalaxy @thosefantasticbeast2 @studyforthreehands @whatinbenaddiction

WARNING: Death Mention


He hadn’t been the same for a long time. The Newt they knew, he was gone long ago, and now Tina paces here at the side of his bed, the poisonous bite already seeping through his bloodstream and killing him slowly. St. Mungo’s had already said they could do nothing for him, that it was too far gone to be stopped now.

“Newt, I love you, you know that.”

He smiles, though it’s more of a grimace at this point. “I know.”

“And I don’t—I don’t see why they won’t do anything. There must be something they can do, something they can use, right? Some potion or spell or… or something?”

Newt shakes his head once, a slow movement that only furthers to drain the color from his face. “There’s nothing.”

“But you had a whole notebook. Something must be in it.”

Newt’s eyes shut. “There’s nothing, Tina. I was foolish. This is what I get.”

Her lower lip wobbles, just the slightest. She doesn’t, after all, have time to cry yet, not while he’s still alive in this hospital room for a few more seconds. “The war may have taken her, but you survived it, Newt. You don’t have to let yourself die.”

“It’s my time.”

“Newt,” she mumbles, grabbing his hand, “please don’t do this. She’d want you to live.”

Newt’s hand is cold and heavy in hers.

“Is it so bad if I join her again?”

She squeezes his fingers, nodding. “Yes. Yes, it’s very bad if you do. We need you here, Newt. Queenie and I need you. Jacob needs you. Pickett needs you.”

A shaky breath passes between Newt’s lips. “Tina, the guilt game won’t stop the creature’s poison.”

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I wrote the longest exam of my university career this morning for a french literature course (pictured is a very small portion of my hand written notes) and then I came home and finished writing a research paper for one of my sociology classes. Tomorrow I will edit the paper and then start on my second research paper for my other sociology class. Feeling exhausting but so relieved that my exam is done with.. just a little more to go and then I’m free! (Until I start my summer course about a week later lol)

~Blog Appreciation~

Okay so I just got a message from someone saying some rude shit about my latest post, the mtmte Halloween category ask.

Naturally, that’s got me feeling pretty shitty because last night, I worked hard on that request. It was the first time in a while that I had my inspiration up and was able to write a lot. I felt good! Great even about my work!

And then someone messages me that my post was too long and I should consider writing less so ‘people will actually be interested’.

Look, lately there’s been a lot of hate on tf blogs. I mean, everywhere on Tumblr. But it’s sad because I know a lot of the tf blogs are run by wonderful people and it’s disheartening when we receive hate for just doing our best!

Like I know @cybertronianrecords recently had to deal with hate and I’m upset because they’re an amazing writer? And now I’ve received hate two days in a row? And I’m sure many others have been experiencing this.

So I just want to say to all the writers out there who might be going through the same thing, just know you are amazing, you work hard, and your work is ALWAYS appreciated.

I’m not going to let nasty people get me down or make me feel bad about my writing and y'all shouldn’t either.

I also got an ask recently about recommending some good tf blogs! Now I’m pretty sure I’ve done this before but that’s okay. I love supporting other blogs and I know it will boost everyone’s mood. 

So here are all tf blogs I love, go check them out!

@sporadicinsomniac (A new blog I found that writes awesome imagines and loves Rodimus as much as me! :D)

@the-energon-hole

@cybertronian-aft

@cybertronianrecords (They write such long, detailed posts, it’s amazing!! I love their work and they did not deserve that anon hate!)

@peachcanwrite (One of my favorite blogs that I’ve been following for ages!)

@peacheswritingattic (peachcanwrite’s NSFW blog)

@mechanophilic-technosexual

@guardianprime

@transformer-imagines 

@transformer-inserts-and-imagines

@orangeimagines (One of the nicest people you will ever meet, I kid you not, and good content too!! )

@mycarhasasecret (Someone I consider a friend and they always put out top notch headcanons and imagines!! )

@fortheloveofsinkind (Has become a personal close friend, fantastic person with even more amazing art skills, discord buddy ;) )

@robotrashcentral (A great person who once helped me out and runs a really awesome blog too!)

@theamicaendura 

@writeyouin (They’re writing a fantastic Swerve fic that actually inspired me and Silver to start our own fic! Great writer~)

@tilallareimagined

@til-yall-are-one

@tranformers-4-life (A close friend who has shown me countless support and helps cheer me up! Also an amazing writer <3)

@anonymous-human-girl (Really freaking cool blog and even cooler person!!! Discord buddy and friend)

@solarisprime86

@random-bubble-writings

@robotsandromance

@transformers-headcanons (The first blog to not only promote me but send in an ask when my blog was first starting. I’ll never forget it <3)

@caribouwritings

@smstransformers (Still one of my favorite blogs ever!! And I just wanna say, Pan pride <3)

@mtmte-headcanons

@spaceficsforall

@veesheadcanons

@letsdiscussrobots

@zombies-write

@frankiecanon

@more-than-meets-the-canon (They’re back!! yay!! I love this blog so much!!)

@megatron-can-go-to-hell

@beebeegal

@robotsstolemyheart

@theprimus-cortex

@rocksinmuffin (One of the best and most hilarious sin blogs ever!!! Also has a lot of other great content and is a cool person all around! Definitely a big inspiration.)

@ask-shadowsinner

@transformershitposts (Hehehehe super funny shit here dudes)

@transformersimagines

@trashtfcanons

@self-indulgent-scribbles (Ahhh still one of my favorite blogs!! Great, quality content and an awesome person!!! :D)

@until-all-are-one

@blitzy-blitzwing (Makes beautiful tf comics!!! Seriously fantastic art!!)

@patchworkgremlin (Finally adding you!! I found your blog right after I made this post lol. I love your writing , it’s so detailed and beautiful. I just know your blog is going to become huge!! Check out this blog!)

@zenxenophilia (We live together and are close friends so it should be obvious I think highly of her BUT SHE’S AMAZING AND SO ARE HER WRITING SKILLS IF YOU AREN’T FOLLOWING HER, YOUR LIFE IS DEVOID OF MEANING, ALSO AN AMAZING ARTIST AND EXTREMELY KIND PERSON MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE TF BLOG *choked up* Love ya Zen <3)



These are all amazing and wonderful blogs run by great people who deserve love and respect! Feel to add to this list or tell me about awesome tf blogs that I might not know about! <3 <3 <3 

Oh and shout out to my perfect friends and admins, @lulumaximal (Silver) and @taestfulsins (Tater). Love ya both!! <3 <3 <3 

Originally posted by moonstruckgirluniverse

-Lily

anonymous asked:

I hope I don't sound super negative but this has been upsetting me all day. I don't get how I can be excited or look forward to Louis' album if he is says it revolves around E of all people lol. Or she inspires it , whatever bs he said. I was so so so happy and hype as hell for his music but that one line just totally deflated me and now I'm hardcore bummed out. It's such a misstep to say your entire album is about your "gf" as if there's nothing else important in his life . Sorry to vent Emma☹️

except you know he’s not dating her so you know that’s not true???? you just said yourself it’s bs. also, he said the other day that his biggest inspiration for the music is THE FANS. i’ll never understand why some of you feel the need to constantly punish him for his closet. i’ve been watching some bloggers on here reblogging 93140 posts about the stunts while ignoring the stuff about his music all weekend and i’m just like….isn’t he being punished enough without his fans shitting on him for things that he OBVIOUSLY can’t control? he’s not even being properly promoted by his own team and 80 percent of his headlines these days are about his girlfriend or son or harry or zayn, which is not something that anyone as intelligent and determined and hopeful for his career as louis would ever CHOOSE, but you guys still end up getting upset with HIM instead of directing your irritation and bitterness toward the situation and people that are fucking him over. i’m sorry that you’re upset by the comments, but the fact that you act like he chose to make this “misstep” or chose any of this is so beyond frustrating to me. it’s so obvious that he’s being actively fucked over these days, yet some of his fans blame him over and over and withdraw their support for his music. he’s been at an inherent disadvantage compared to the other boys going into a solo music launch in the first place, and now the things they’re putting him through - the babygate shit and the constant elounor talk and everything else - is successfully pushing some of his fans away. and that means that in the end, the people who are trying to fuck him over win, and louis loses. louis always fucking loses. and he deserves so much better than that, so it’s really unfortunate to see.

Letters: #0 The crash [NCT Yuta scenario]

MASTERLIST

This wasn’t requested but I saw a similar idea to this elsewhere and suddenly found the inspiration to write it! This is a 7-part series called Letters and it features Yuta as the main character. Other members are mentioned but they don’t all now each other in this series - it’s basically a little like an AU…kinda. Anyway, I’ll just explain what the general gist of the series is.

Yuta’s girlfriend (aka you) is unfortunately killed in a car accident [don’t worry it’s not all sad and angsty, but this chapter is lol] Yuta is given her belongings after the crash and finds 6 letters that she has written addressed to “the one whom I love”. Each letter has its own chapter (not this one) and therir flashbacks and a bit of dialogue etc. There isn’t really a story to this apart from the fact that Yuta wants to find out why you wrote these letters and when. Which will all be discovered in the final chapter as well as a big plot twist lmfao

I hope you do enjoy this series, don’t let it flop on me lol. Tell me what you think about it and what you think the plot twist might be - I might actually change it if someone says a good one lol. Anyway, enjoy and sorry for the angst in this chapter ! :)

Word count: 2,844

Originally posted by bubwoo

this gif has nothing to do with the actual thing but oh well i’ll make one later


Letters series

  • Letters: #0 The crash
  • Letters: #1 Open now
  • Letters: #3 Open when you miss me
  • Letters: #2 Open when you feel like giving up
  • Letters: #4 Open when you need some optimism
  • Letters: #5 Open when you’ve achieved your dreams
  • Letters: #6 Open when you need a reminder of how much I love you

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looking for blogs to follow

I just unfollowed a bunch of inactives and other blogs that didn’t really fit the general theme/aesthetic of this blog so I’m looking for a ton of people to follow (probably 50-100) so please reblog this if you post:

Anything in bold is very likely to be followed and anything in bold w/ italics will more than likely be a definite follow

  • six of crows
  • harry potter (this does include fantastic beasts and all the other stuff)
  • the foxhole court
  • captive prince
  • greek mythology (definite follow lol)
  • typography
  • poetry and other writings (any kind, though I definitely like myth inspired!!)
  • mythology in general
  • the raven cycle
  • paintings/art
  • haute couture
  • old writer aesthetic stuff (ex. oscar wilde and edits of his writing, stuff like that)
  • shakespeare
  • history stuff
  • if you have a chapbook or poetry book for sale or for free! (I love to support other writers, so shoot me a message if you’re one of these people)
  • pretty aesthetic stuff

When you reblog, please tag it with whatever you post!! The more of these you post, the more likely I am to follow!! And remember that anything in bold or bold w/ italics is very likely to get a follow!

maybe love is always there

“maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit”

(aka the one where sanha and minhyuk were always destined to be together; part 1 of the when love arrives series)

read here

I have exciting news, Tumblr friends!!!

After years of blood, sweat, and tears (and multiple false starts and discarded manuscripts), I’m finally going to be self-publishing my first novel this year! And I officially have a book cover for it, so it’s really a real thing that’s happening!!!

Originally posted by felicia91

And it wouldn’t be happening without all the encouragement and support I’ve found through fandom here and on other forums over the years.

It’s based on one of my AU fics, so the story will be familiar to some of you (although I’ve added about 25k-30k new words to it). Remember awhile back, when I warned that I might have to take down some of my fics? Well, this is why. I’m going to put the book in Kindle Select initially, which requires it be exclusive to Amazon. It won’t be that way forever, though. Eventually, I’d like to release it wide, and when I do, I plan to make the fic available again. I won’t take it down for another few months yet, so there’s still time to snag it from AO3, if you’re so inclined.

Even more exciting, this book is just the first in a series of standalone romances I’m writing about geeky women who work in STEM fields. I’m most of the way through the first draft of book two, and the plan is to release three books in the span of three months, hopefully starting in August. (If you’ve been wondering why I haven’t posted any fic in a while, this is why, lol.)

Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who’s ever left a supportive comment or message about one of my fics, and to all the other amazing fic writers out there who’ve inspired me with their incredible talent and creativity. You’ve all helped me make this lifelong dream come true, and I will never forget that. <3 <3 <3

Fell!Poth part 3! (finally!)

Welp! I said it’s not dead! And it’s not! ^^ <3 Again, sorry for like…that brutal cliffhanger there. You all must be wondering who kidnapped poor Cupcake =w= Well allow me to stop toying with your emotions. 
..For now. <3
Fell!Goth/cupcake - @nekophy OR @nekophysinpile
Fell!Palette/rurik - @angexci

HERE WE GO :’D 

—-

Palette darted down the alleyway, the sounds of sobbing now long gone. At the end of the alley, he paused in his tracks and hesitated, beginning to question his choice. Palette asked himself if it was really worth getting Goth back. Did Palette truly and honestly want to find him? He WAS just bitterly rejected by Goth; would the younger skeleton really want to see Palette after everything that happened? Everything that Palette had done to him?

Stop being stupid! Palette scolded himself, Goth may die if you don’t do something! Find him! 

After a moment of contemplating, Palette made his choice. He began to run down the road.

“I’m coming, Cupcake…” 

…But was there too much time wasted?


Goth struggled, waking up in a dark room alone. There was but a single light shining above his head, so dim that he couldn’t even see an exit.

He tried to get up but quickly found that his wrists were bound together and tied above his head. His ankles were also fastened together. Panic quickly setting in, Goth began to struggle on the bed he was bound to. His eyes widened and he pulled with all his might. But there was nothing he could do to free himself. Tears of horror and apprehension began streaming down Goth’s face as he waited in that room for
fifteen
long
minutes.


…At last, a figure stepped into the room. Goth had broken down crying by this point, not expecting the sudden appearance. Actually, he didn’t notice that there was anyone there with him until he heard a sort of unsheathing noise, and then suddenly…

The light went out.

In yet another panic, Goth forced his one working eye to glow. He looked around frantically, but even the glow of his eye couldn’t reach any shadows or further hints of another soul in the room.

Voice shaking, Goth slowly asked the shadows, “…Who’s there…?” 

There was no answer at first… At least, not in words. Instead, Goth felt sudden pressure on his chest, felt another beating soul close to his own. In a haze of alarm, Goth’s eye flickered and stopped glowing abruptly.

The kidnapper had gotten on top of Goth, and the young skeleton could only imagine what would come next. Eyes closed, breathing shallow, Goth could only freeze in place. His restraints were keeping him from doing anything else.

“Well, well, well… Look what we have here….” The predator’s voice was a seductive purr. He ran a gentle hand along the rim of Goth’s hood, making it rest back onto the pillow, then lowered Goth’s scarf and began sucking hungrily at Goth’s neck. The smaller skeleton tried to hold back a moan, flinching as his sensitive spot was exposed and abused.

“Stop-” Goth breathed in vain, “Just stop this, please…!! Who are y–!!” He gasped as the kidnapper suddenly started to draw his fingers down Goth’s front side, getting lower…and lower….

Goth’s jeans were pulled down just enough to expose his member. Tears built up again in his eyes. He was strangely feeling even more uncomfortable now that it wasn’t Palette doing this to him. Goth only had time to breathe out a single whimper of objection before the predator thrust inside without warning, making the young skeleton tense up and force himself to stay quiet..for the most part. But the other kept it up, getting faster and harder. Breathing hard, Goth let out a moan which was quickly replaced by a scream, which then died down into a sob as the predator slowed down at last. 

“P-Please…” Goth choked out, “Please, let me… g-go…” He rested his head but still trembled violently. His pleading did him no good, the stranger just entered again, going even harsher than before. Goth shrieked in pain, praying that someone would help him. He yanked against his restraints yet again but was quickly pushed back down.

Breathing hard, Goth’s kidnapper came at last, making Goth, trembling and whimpering, release as well.

“…That’ll teach you to run from your master.” The gruff voice of the stranger said. The light in the room came back on, a tad brighter than before. It revealed the kidnapper’s face.

…This stranger wasn’t a stranger at all, nor was he one of Palette’s buddies. Not even close.

With wide, shocked eyes, Goth choked out in a trembling voice, “…Cray…?”

Palette raced down the street. He’d found boot prints of whoever kidnapped Goth, or so he assumed. They had shown up about where Palette heard the crying, so the older skeleton could only guess. 

There were no words
for how angry
Palette
was.

Someone had taken Goth. Someone with bad intentions. And that’s all that kept running through Palette’s mind, which was clouded with anger.

A monster stepped in front of Palette with an attack summoned in their hand.

“Where do you think you’re going? This is the boss’s part of town. Get lost.” The monster growled.

Palette only raised an eyebrow. “Excuse you?” He chuckled scornfully, “I think you’re mistaken, sir…” Palette leaped forward and threw a punch at the monster’s face, snarling, “I have every RIGHT to be here!!”

The monster stumbled backward, looking at Palette like he was crazy. “Are you so confident that you can beat me in a fight!?” He taunted as Palette summoned a sharp-ended bone in his hand.

“Put away those attacks, man, you’re no match for me…” and without another word, Palette lunged forward and thrusted the bone’s sharp end into the monster’s shoulder, “That’s for blocking my path–” then he impaled the other shoulder, “THAT’S for letting your ‘boss’ take what I own–” and lastly, he slashed the bone across the monster’s chest, letting them bleed out on the ground. “…And that’s for wasting my time.”

…And Palette kept running.

—-END OF PART THREE—-

HOO BOY!! WELL! We found out who kidnapped Goth!
Ahah, I couldn’t find a version of a Fell!Cray… so I just decided to make one. Sorry if there’s already a canon Fell Cray in existence… if there is, and you know, PLEASE by all means don’t be afraid to message me and tell me XD
Blame @blogthegreatrouge for the idea of making Goth and Cray already have known each other. xD Her Pal vs Cray thing inspired me.
For this story at least, Cray looks like this:

Original Cray belongs to @weezy-pup 

cheering up a sad peter parker would include:

Originally posted by agent-spidey

- honestly just a bunch of hugs??

- you’d hug him all the time, and of course he really appreciated it

- you’d stop by his house after school (before he did), make an arrangement w/ aunt may, she’d stay out of the house for a while

- you’d put out his favorite movies, his favorite foods

- when he got home you’d just be there chilling on his couch, waiting

- he gets so happy when he sees you, the boy just flops on the couch and hold on to you, with his head in the crook of your neck

- you two would just hold each other and enjoy each other’s presence for as long as possible

- you’d watch star wars

- you would end up spooning him (cause of course he’s the small spoon, he loves it)

- you play with his curly, pretty hair and he’d be falling asleep

- so you’d try to get up and get a blanket so he doesn’t get cold

- but as you’re sitting up he’d turn around “no, don’t leave me Y/N” and hold you … (my heart omg)

- and you’d tell him that you’re getting a blanket for him

- and he’d say “no, stay, i’d rather you keep me warm”

- so of course you oblige, and you guys end up falling asleep in each other arms, (warm from each other’s body heat and all the cuddling)


( @petersbackpack lowkey posting to make u proud, lol u inspire me and i hope my writing is as good as yours one day)

Finding Home (1)

Summary: Avengers High School AU. Gender neutral reader-insert. You, the new kid, just want to be left alone. But instead, you get the Avengers gang – and maybe, a new home too.

Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of weed? Something resembling a panic / anxiety attack, though probably not, but just in case. No specific ship in this entire story, tbh, but I’ll make sure to add some fluff + sexual tension between you and everyone, lol.

Author’s Note: HEY. So, it has been a long time since I’ve written any fanfic, much more an Avengers fanfic. I hope all the characters are in character, ehehe. So, I’ve decided to do a series of connected one-shots of your high school senior year with the Avengers gang + other Marvel characters, inspired by the 30 day drabble challenge (although I will not be doing drabbles, and for now, I’ll just do seven of them, depending on my inspiration). So, hope that you enjoy this! Let me know if there are any mistakes. Thank you! (:

Finding Home: Part #1: beginning. Part #2: accusation. Part #3: restless. Part #4: coin. Part #5: haze.


1: beginning

n. a starting point / new or inexperienced

This office was such a fucking dump. You looked at the pee-colored wall, bare but for the chippings on the corners by the ceiling. Good thing a few bulky, metal cabinets covered that eyesore of a wallpaper – although that still didn’t help in the general aesthetic quality of the room. There wasn’t even a window in here.

Your gaze fell on the small desk in front of you, unoccupied except for a laptop, a fuckton of paperwork, and some kind of 1940 action figure of a man in blue-white-red spandex. Oh, and of course, the name of your class advisor-slash-guidance counselor on a rusty, golden plaque: Mr. Phil Coulson.

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The men that get extremely angry when someone even utters the possibility of there being a female doctor just make me laugh. 

I want there to be a female doctor because literally why not? I imagine she would be a badass, a sweetheart and a genius all at once.

The only problem is for me is that I want it to be absolutely perfect. I don’t want them to just make the doctor a female just because, you know? like there could be another 5 male doctors before the first female one for all I care. As long as they do it right and make the transition as organic and magical as every other regeneration. 

I mostly just want the little girls currently growing up with doctor who (and the people who were once little girls and still to this day watch doctor who) to be able to experience having a female doctor. Don’t mean to sound like a giant emotional sop but, it’d be one of the most inspirational and iconic moments in my life. 

clownsona week!

as many of you may know, from this post- its clown week! and, clownsona week!

ive made a personal list of prompts, and i wanted to share them in case others were looking for inspiration/ideas of what to do as well! i probably wont even do all of these cause im gonna be busy at a con lol,,, you can do these in any order, if you so please! or even do more than one a day, or all at once!

  • day 1 - hello! introduce your clownsona, basically! you can go full on bio, or simply draw them and write their name. their debut its up to you!
  • day 2 - backstage! what are they like backstage? getting in extra practice, reading a magazine, nervously waiting for their act to start? draw it, or write about it (or both)!
  • day 3 -  showtime! draw/write about your clownsona performing, or doing something or other in front of a crowd!
  • day 4 - costume! design alternate outfits for your clownsona! what would they wear in cold weather? hot weather? make a holiday edition of your clownsona! go wild!
  • day 5 - laugh! draw/write about your clownsona interacting with others! maybe their other clown friends, or handing out balloons and cotton candy to children!
  • day 6 - candy! what’s your clownsona’s favourite carnie food? cotton candy, popcorn, funnel cake, oh my! maybe you could even design an outfit based on that food? or write about them trying to make it!
  • day 7 - goodbye! the curtains close! draw/write about your clown’s travels to different cities, or about the memories your clownsona has!

itsjohnlocked  asked:

[Love your blog!!! 💓💓] So guys 😏 this is nsfw and not very original [like, i tried to see if you have already done that, but i didn't fine anything, so] but what are the weirdest places where you two have had sex? Tell us about it 😏😏😏😏

(Thank you! ❤️)

(And thanks to @o0o-chibaken-o0o for the inspiration for this, lol ❤️)

Draco: *snorts* Does a public library count as a weird place?

Harry: *easily* Pretty sure it does.

Draco: We went at it behind the archaeology section. 

Harry: Spilled books all over the place, this one was being so loud I was afraid the Silencing Charm would break.

Draco: Excuse me, but the way you were just pounding away– *breaks off as he turns red in the face* This other time– *clicks tongue irritably at Harry’s smug grin* –Harry Apparated us to a random fucking field full of daisies somewhere in Hampshire. We literally did it on the bare ground surrounded by daisies!

Harry: It was rather pretty really, just around sunset and–

Draco: I told you to just take us home!

Harry: I couldn’t think, we were already really… er, worked up by then.

Draco: *reluctant smirk* As it happens, that’s also why we stopped over at the library.

Harry: When you gotta come, you gotta come. 

Draco: *facepalms*

My Bad M.C

Summary: When you beat Michael at a video game contest with all of the boys, they accidentally find out that you guys have been dating. (Inspired by this post)

Word Count: 900+

Warnings: One bad word lol :-)

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“Come on, come on,” I chanted quietly as I faced Michael off in this small video game battle the boys and I had. On one hand, I wanted Michael to win because he gets so cute when he wins.

He gets this adorable grin and he shouts in victory. He’ll playfully rub it in your face how he beat you, and it’s cute. On the other hand, I want to show him how amazing my gaming skills are, because, they are very good.

Mario Kart was the way to go when video game competing. We sat at least a foot apart from each other. The last thing we needed was the boys finding out we were dating. It hasn’t even been two months into our relationship yet, but we wanted to make sure this was a long-term thing before we got the boys’ hopes up.

There was one round left in our game, I won the first round, and Michael won the second round. This one was the tie breaker, and we were all on our seats. The boys were so into it, they wanted to see if someone could actually beat Michael in a game.

It was possible, and it had been done before, but it was rare. Michael would always play video games, and it surely did show, but he wouldn’t win this one.

It was down to the last lap, Michael was currently in 3rd place, and I was in 5th, but suddenly, I got a power up, and not just any power up. I got the booster.

“Woohoo!” I shouted as I used them right at the end and passed Michael, and the guy in second place. I ended up being second, and Michael was now fourth.

“Ha ha! Eat that Michael! I won, I am the winner!” I shouted as I got all up in his face.

He smiled at me and shook his head, “Shut up.”

I shook mine and grinned in his face, my hair fell to the sides of my face and blocked my view from the other guys. “What? Jealous?” I teased.

He shook his head, “No, because we both know I’m better, that was just luck.”

I threw my head back and laughed, then I got really close to his face, “You and I both know that wasn’t luck. That was pure awesomeness.” I giggled.

Quicker than I could think, Michael had me flipped down on to my back spread out on the rest of the couch. He pinned me down, and started tickling my sides.

“Michael!” I screeched out, “What are you doing?” I laughed as I tried to get his to release me.

“Tickling you, what does it look like?” Sarcastic little shit.

“Can you please stop?” I asked while trying to regain my breathing.

He paused for a second, which I was thankful for, but started up again. “Only, if you say that I’m the best video gamer ever! And that you cheated!”

“What?!” I screamed through my laughter, “I didn’t cheat!” My laughter was starting to get out of control, but it wasn’t to the point where I started crying.

“Then I guess you’ll never get let out!” He laughed.

I had to think quick, and I had to get out soon. Suddenly, it hit me. “I won’t kiss you ever again if you don’t let me go.”

Suddenly, his hands pulled away from my body and I could finally breathe properly. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him into his chest.

“We don’t want that now do we?” He asked as he peppered kisses on my forehead.

I giggled, “No, we don’t.”

“Um, did we miss something?” Ashton asked as all the boys stared at us wide eyed from the other couch.

My eyes widened, and I looked back to Michael, who looked just as shocked as I did.

“Um,” I started, “I forgot you guys were here.” I said with an awkward laugh at the end. Michael chuckled at that, and I sent him a glare. “Shut up,” I muttered quietly.

“Since when were you guys a thing?” Calum shouted with disbelief.

I looked over at Michael, “Your turn Mike.” I said patting his chest twice as he huffed.

“We’ve been together just under two months. Our anniversary is coming up soon.” He said quietly as he placed his chin in the crook of my neck.

Luke’s mouth fell open, “Two months? And you didn’t even bother to tell us?” He asked in shock.

I sighed, “We wanted to make sure this was going to be a long term type thing before we told you guys. It would have been embarrassing if we broke up right after we told you we got together.” I chuckled, and michael nodded.

“But, clearly since you found out, this is forced to be a forever thing, so now you’re stuck with me.” Michael smiled and placed a big wet kiss on my neck. I squealed and wiped my neck.

“Ew, no thank you,” I said, and watched as he pouted. I giggled and kissed his pout, “I’m just kidding baby.”

He smiled and chuckled, “Well, guys, I have some news.” He said and looked around to make sure they were looking at him, “I have a girlfriend, it’s Y/n.”

Ashton rolled his eyes, “No kidding.” He laughed, “But we’re happy for you mate, I always knew you would get together eventually.”

The other boys nodded and I smiled at them as Michael pulled me into his chest some more, so I was sitting on his lap. “You still cheated.”

anonymous asked:

You should share why the signs should date those particular signs. I'm interested to know the reasons. I'm a Virgo just to put it out there.

Good idea lol.

Why the signs should date those signs:

Aries/Scorpio: The two compliment each other as they are opposite and alike in many points. Scorpio will keep wild Aries grounded and up with reality while Aries will show Scorpio how to open up, love, and enjoy life to the fullest. They are both feisty signs and things will get heated, but if they learn to put their pride aside, they’d be a great power couple and they’d understand and communicate with each other very well.

Taurus/Pisces: Both share similar personalities, although Taurus tends to be more introverted.They’re the type that can sit in and be lazy together for a date, and that’ll be ideal for them. They are both romantic, and their sweetness together would make others around them puke lol. Both are in need of compassion and nurturing, and both provide that, so giving that to one another makes them perfect for each other.

Gemini/Libra: Gemini and Libra are both very indecisive signs, so coming together in the first place might be a challenge, but once they’re together, they are inseparable and do everything together. They’d probably try to make each other jealous all the time, party together, and they’ll be great inspirations for each other.

Cancer/Aquarius: Although Cancer looks for more intimate stimulation and Aquarius looks for more intellectual stimulation, if the two work together, the match would work perfectly. Cancer is likely to be clingy, which Aquarius wouldn’t like, being an independent sign, but if Aquarius learns to give affection, and Cancer learns to give space, they would be wonderful together.

Leo/Sagittarius: The two fire signs have a lot in common with each other. Both are vibrant, energetic, and loving. Leo has a huge ego, which Sagittarius will later learn to accept, and Sagittarius will constantly drag Leo along on adventures. The two are great socially and will compliment each other well, the spontaneity will keep the spark alive between them and it will rarely be boring between them.

Virgo/Capricorn: Virgo and Capricorn are pretty much soulmates. Both are hardworking, determined, and realistic. Not your lovey-dovey couple, don’t require as much affection, which is great for them lol. They’d work together very well and build their lives around each other. They might become distant due to work or school, but it’s easy to come back. Their view points and opinions on things are almost the same, which makes communication between them great.