it is so hard to find pictures of you ugh

Some Clace to fight the artblock I’m having right now. I only feel like finishing Crown of Midnight to start thinking about my next Celaena painting ahhhh. 

This wasn’t a total disaster, I’ve been wanting to draw them since I first started reading the series when I was thirteen (I always pictured Jace with emo hair) ♥

Characters belong to @cassandraclare

Imagine being Nick’s one and only go-to photographer:
“Would you pay attention and stop fooling around?” You laugh. As much as you love taking pictures of the hunky next-big-thing actor, Nick Robinson, he’s a bit hard to get non blurry pictures from. He’s constantly moving and making jokes and laughing. And when he isn’t doing that he’s doing weird dances and running around. And it’s totally hot! And if it weren’t totally unprofessional, you’d ask his charming, sexy ass out. But that’s unprofessional.
“I’m sorry.” He laughs again and you try not to focus on how hot it is. “I’ll be serious now.”
You look away from the camera’s viewfinder. “You said that about 30 minutes ago. And since then I’ve gotten maybe 4 recognizable pictures!”
“Okay okay.” He puts his hands up.
“Okay. Just, smile will you?” You look in your viewfinder again and find his face. You zoom out so you can get the bench he’s squatting on in the picture. You swallow hard and bite your lip as you stare at him through your camera. At least he can’t tell you’re staring, right? Just as you’re ready to take the picture he stands up and you get a giant blurry mess of his entire body jumping off the bench. “Hey! What gives?”
“I need to talk to you.” He says.
He walks up to you. “Alone.”
“Ugh.” You groan. You were so, so close to a good picture. “Okay guys!” You yell to the other workers. “Take five!”
“Or ten!” Nick shouts.
“Hey!” You slap his shoulder. “What did you want to talk ab–.” He puts his finger over your lips and says, “shhhh”.
“Not here.” He looks around.
You take his hand off your mouth and ignore the fire rushing through your veins. “What the hell are you talking about. There’s literally no one here!” You gesture to the giant emptiness all around you with both hands.
He rolls his eyes and grabs your hand. He takes you into a closet, turns on the light and shuts the door. You shake your hand from his grasp. “Okay. What is this about? Are you in some sort of trouble I should know about? Besides being completely unable to stand still for two seconds?” You realize you’re rambling slightly but, you’re kind of nervous.
He looks nervous too. “We’ve been friends for years now, right?”
“Uh, yeah. About 6. What’s going on?” You wish he’d clue you in already.
“Well. Do you like me?”
“Why else would I be friends with you? Of course I like you! You’re amazing!” You blush.
“No.” He says and takes a deep breath. His hands are shaky and he doesn’t seem like his confident self anymore, which scares you. “I mean. Do you like me? Like as more than a friend?”
And suddenly time freezes. Why would he ask you that? Holy shit! He knows! Does he know? He likes you! He likes you? Wait! So unprofessional. Right? Yeah. Yup. Totally unprofessional. You look into his eyes, he’s waiting expectantly.
“Uh….um….I….well you see…” You clear your throat. “It’s unprofessional.” SERIOUSLY?! Are you stupid? Of course you are. Okay. Time to get the hell out of dodge. So time to leave. You quickly brush past him towards the door. You turn the knob. And then the door slams shut again and you’re facing him, his hands on your shoulders.
And then his lips are on your lips.
Kissing you passionately. And anything you were thinking of doing or saying is gone. Your mind is blank and the world is spinning around you. Your head swims as his tongue dances with yours. Quickly you pull away, breathing hard.
Nick is breathing hard too. “Sorry….” He looks at the floor. Fuck professional!!!!
You stand on your tiptoes so you can cup his face. “I love you.” You say. Surprising yourself at how easy it was to say that and how true it feels.
He looks you in the eyes and pushes a piece of hair behind your ear. “You have no ifs how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.” He smiles and you two kiss passionately again. You wrap your arms around his neck and he grabs you gently by the waist and pulls you closer to him. His warmth and smell surrounding you completely. And you’ve never been happier.
Nick is finally yours.


He bent over her. This much they had done together, before. This much he remembered. That she liked to be kissed in a line down her throat, and that if he followed the shape of her collarbone with his mouth she would cry out and dig her hands into his back. And if he had been terrified of what came next — not knowing what to do, or how to please her — it was washed away in the rush of her responsiveness: her soft cries as he ran his hands down her legs and kissed her chest and stomach.

“My Jem,” she whispered as he kissed her. “James Carstairs. Ke Jian Ming.”

No one had called him by his birth name in over half a century. It was as intimate as a touch.

— After the Bridge, Cassandra Clare

Okay don’t make fun of me but I just spent like an hour coming up with a Percy Jackson dream cast because they messed up that movie six ways to sunday and I just needed to fix it alright

Percy Jackson: Logan Lerman. Yup, the only part of the movie that was actually done right.

Annabeth Chase: Skyler Samuels. 

Hazel Levesque: Zoe Soul.

Frank Zhang: Ki Hong Lee. Do you know how difficult it is to find overweight Chinese actors??? Perhaps it is the media stigma against anyone who isn’t white and shaped like a stick. But whatever. Imagine Ki Hong Lee would gain weight for the role.

Piper Mclean: Mary Galloway. Again, it’s super hard to find young Native American actresses. But I did it. And she’s actually pretty perfect so in your face, Hollywood whitewashing!!!

Jason Grace: Lucas Till. Yes, the guy from X-Men. Don’t judge, those movies are life.

Leo Valdez: Joaquin Ochoa. This one took a really long time, and I’m still not thrilled, but oh well. The only perfect Leo is the one in my head. Also, i included two pictures because there are no good pictures with both the right haircut and the right age??? Ugh. Struggle.

Last but certainly not least, Nico DiAngelo: Asa Butterfield

So, what do you people of the internet think??? Any you hate, anyone you think would be better??? Let me know because for some reason the perfect casting of a pjo movie would make me immensely happy so… Yeah. Perhaps suggestions for like, Grover, or Tyson, or Rachel…. Add to thisss!

dating michael would include:
  • “baaaaaaaabe”
  • you telling him that he needs to stop dyeing his hair so much but still agreeing to help him when he picks a new colour
  • him leaving hickeys in places that are impossible to hide so everyone knows you two went at it the night before
  • waking up to him pushing his hard-on against your ass 
  • constantly telling him to keep his voice down
  •  “how’d I get so lucky?”
  • checking twitter to find that he posted an extremely embarrassing picture of you sleeping or picking your nose or something
  • him farting and blaming it on you
  • you farting and blaming it on him
  • “ugh, my mom’s on the phone, she wants to say hi and make sure I’m not acting like an idiot” 
  • watching superhero movies with your hands down eachother’s pants
  • fast food runs in the middle of the night
  • arguing about having the sheets tucked in vs not tucked in
  • lots of naps
  • challenging eachother to a drinking contest
  • “babe did you get me drunk so you could take advantage of me? cause you didn’t have to get me drunk to take advantage of me.”
  • lots of whiny hand/blow jobs 
  • “DUTCH OVEN!” 
  • ugly snapchat wars
  • “stop calling me kitten”
  • “actually….”
  • blushing/giggling when you compliment him
  • overhearing him talk to the boys about how good you are in bed
  • him flopping on you to ‘cuddle’ then farting on you instead 
  • not being able to pry him off of you when you visit him on tour (not that you’d want to, but a bathroom break would be nice)
  • a lot of excited yelling
  • sex as soon as you get into the hotel room
  • “you know I love you right? like..a lot?”
  • him asking fans to write a fanfic about you guys
  • forcing you to listen to him read the fanfic written about you guys
  • “no, I’m not giving you halsey’s number”
  • dancing around in your underwear to All Time Low
  • laying in between his legs while he plays video games
  • him kissing your face all over like a dork
  • making sure he tells you he loves you everyday
  • “Luke’s mad cause now that I’m dating you, him and I don’t cuddle anymore.”
  • writing beautiful songs for you (and only you) 
  • crude pet names for eachother like; fuckface, shitbag, dickhead etc
  • loads of sexting
  • him acting like an idiot on purpose to try and cheer you up
  • “I know what’ll cheer you up..want me to eat you out?”
  • laying in bed in the dark with your legs all tangled together talking about childhood memories
  • the boys making fun of you guys for being loud
  • him threatening to shove something up their asses if they didn’t stop bugging you
  • “can we just stay in and screw?”
  • him worshiping your body
  • “god damn you’re beautiful”
  • (✿ ♥‿♥)

anonymous asked:

Heya! Can you help a sister out and help me find a picture of Techies copper cat?? I can't find one or any that work with it... Thanks boo!

okay bb, this one took a bit, but i got it (u have no idea, it was like, i knew there was a scene for this item, but like, ugh, where?! haha. so it took two scans)


*edit: bonus wires:

(i super love the soft focus on techie’s hands and the hard focus on the tree in that first of the three extras, major aesthetic)

peterpandawestlife-blog  asked:

It's no problem but thank for both looking and the gif - I love Ziall :) x

Your welcome! :( sorry i couldn’t find the link. and Me too! i love Ziall because they are so f*cking cute!


s-so so cute

omg so cute its hard to hold back

omfg *nosebleed* s-so adorable

ugh sometimes the feels hit too hard

omg Ziall should just fr*cking have a sleepover and take pictures!!!

i-i can see why you ship them!

totally acceptable s-so much love




s-sorry i kinda got overboard and started to have Ziall feels :) -whispers- Ziall is my 2nd shipping

That can be arranged *Ashton smut*

Anonymous requested: Yaaaay smut requests! Maybe one when y/n has been dating ashton for a while and she reads about his daddy kink but knows nothing of it and he comes home to catch her giggling reading some stuff then he asks what she’s laughing at, she shows him and he gets pissed she’s laughing at it then punishes her for being naughty.. Hoooott xxx

A/N: SORRY THIS IS REALLY LATE my laptop decided to delete it… Anyways, hope it’s what you wanted!

You couldn’t believe all the things the fans were saying about your boyfriend of 5 months, Ashton Irwin, online! All the times you two have had sex (and it was a lot) he had never mentioned, or shown signs of, having a ‘Daddy!kink’, whatever that was. Some of these fanfictions were hilarious! Ash would never be the kind to fuck a girl in the dressing room! (He was more of a down-and-dirty-in-the-bathroom-stall kinda guy). You were laughing so much at this one about him spanking some girl that you didn’t hear him come in.

“Hey, babe! What’s so funny?” he leaned over the back of the sofa to kiss you on the cheek. You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye. You always ‘cried’ when you laughed too hard.

“Ugh, nothing, just some things the fans posted” you giggled again.

“What’d they post? A picture?” he took your phone from your lap and began scrolling. You laughed in anticipation for his reaction, assuming he’d find it just as funny as you did. When his body stiffened and his cheeks became red, you stopped laughing.

“What’s wrong?” he put your phone down, standing up.

“Did you read that? All of it? Even the part about the.. ‘Daddy’ stuff?” the way he said the word Daddy was like Michael saying pizza, like it was a word he liked to use.

“Yeah, why?” you began to laugh again, remembering certain parts.

“Daddy doesn’t like it when you laugh at him” his voice was cold, to match the stare he was giving you. You froze.

“Daddy?” the word was foreign to your mouth. You only ever called you biological father Dad, or maybe by his first name. He bent down so his face was so close to yours, his lips brushed your cheek.

“Go into the bedroom and strip for Daddy. He’ll be in in a minute” you stood up, and hesitantly walked into your bedroom. This was all so strange! Sure Ash was amazing in bed, but he never wanted you to call him anything but ‘Ash’ before.

You unclasped your bra and put it with the rest of your cloths in a pile. Ash walked in and spied you in just your panties. For some reason, you felt like you should cover up.

“Leave those on” he gestured at your thong. “I’ll take care of those later”. He began to strip, too. “On the bed, like a good girl!” you lied down on the bed, as he told you to.

When he was fully naked, he moved over to you, hovering above your body.

“Ash, what are you d-”

“It’s Daddy. Just Daddy, got it?” his hazel eyes bore into your own. You nodded, nervous to speak. He began to plant wet, open-mouthed kisses over your boobs, sucking on the nipples. He moved down, leaving a trail of hickeys down your torso. He reached your underwear, and he looked up at you with a gleam in his eyes. He curled his fingers around the straps, yanking them down your legs. You felt exposed for some reason; to this new Ashton. To be honest, you kinda liked it!

His breath against your folds only made you ache for him more, which he knew.

“You’re so wet for Daddy, aren’t you?” he slowly swirled his tongue around your clit, sliding a long finger into you. You gasped as he curled his finger, stroking your wetness, as  his tongue eagerly lapped it up. A euphoric sense of pleasure washed over you as he inserted another finger, moving faster. You must’ve been desperate as you felt the knot in your stomach build fast. He pulled your legs over his shoulders, interlocking his fingers over the bottom of your stomach to keep you from moving as he lapped up the wetness at a painfully slow pace, his tongue occasionally slipping past your entrance. Just as you felt the knot begin to undo itself, and you grabbed his hair, he stopped, making a smacking noise as he licked his lips

“You taste so good, baby” he licked a bit of leftover from his bottom lip. “That was for laughing at Daddy, earlier. Daddy needs to be taken seriously or else there will be consequences. Like tonight” Your breath was ragged from the thought of whatever he was going to do. He grabbed your hips, flipping you over so you were on your stomach. He knew you preferred being taken from the front, but like he said: consequences.

“Now be a good girl and spread for Daddy” he used his knees to spread your legs apart, pushing them up so your ass was up in the air, and you were supporting yourself using your forearms. Suddenly, you heard a loud smack, and your ass began to sting like crazy.

“I think nine more spankings should do us just fine” you never got spanked; this would be an entirely new experience! “Count them out”

*smack* “One” *smack* “Two” *smack* “Three”

By the 6th spank, you could barely form words, there were tears in your eyes and your left ass cheek was in so much pain, you’d be lucky to sit by tomorrow evening.

“Two more left. Come on!” his voice was more encouraging than commanding.

*smack* “Ei-eight” your voice caught in your throat. *smack* “N-n-nine” he finally loosed his grip on your hips, and you collapsed to the side.

“Now, since you were so good, what way does Princess y/n want Daddy to fuck her?” he turned you over to face him. You thought for a moment.

“Doggy style”

“Really? I thought you didn’t like that?” Ash seemed surprised.

“I know you do!” you smirked, turning around. You grinded slightly on his hard dick before you let him line up to your entrance. He placed his palm flat in the middle of your back to hold you down, the other on your hip. He pushed into you, filling you up. It was a new feeling, and it hurt a bit. You gasped slightly, but he didn’t move, letting you adjust. He went slowly at first, but sped up as you got more comfortable.

“You’re so tight…” he moaned, reaching under you. He pulled up, so you were leaning back onto his chest. His hand trailed down to your clit, rubbing in vicious circles. He mercilessly pounded into you, not letting you rest.

“D-daddy…” you whimpered, as the knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter the more he went into you.

“That’s it, baby, let it out” he went a little easier on your clit, running his finger up and down your folds. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you dug your nails into his thighs, screaming as he made you cum, hard.

“Whoa, babe! I didn’t realise you liked it that much!” he chuckled, as he slowed his thrusts. You slumped back, leaning you head on his shoulder. He propped you up, flipping you over to the previous position.

“Daddy… I’m tired…” you breath was ragged.

“I’m almost there” his thrusts became harder, then went sloppy. His eyes screwed shut, and he shot his load into you. He pulled out, releasing his vice-like hold on your hip. You fell onto your back, and he lay next to you, just as tired.

“Holy shit, Daddy!” you let out a breathy laugh, as you loosely linked your fingers with his. He blushed slightly.

“You can call me Ash now, Daddy’s something we can save for sex, agreed?” you nodded, turning on your side to face him.

“No problem, Ashton” you emphasised his name, having not called him by it all night. He smiled, pulling your naked body on his.

“I forgot how sexy my name sounds coming from you” you moaned, as he kissed you collar bones, leaving a hickey. “I didn’t forget how sexy that sounds, though!” you laughed, as he flipped you both around so he was on top of you.

“You’re sexy, full stop!” you said, as he grinded against your hips.

“Oh really?” he said, with mock look of intrigue. “Do tell!”

“You’re so sexy when you let me make hickeys” he stretched his neck out, taking the hint. “You’re really fucking sexy when you cum, though” you mumbled against his skin as you made a nice, visible hickey on his neck.  

“Well, that can be arranged, cant it?” you nodded, eagerly, as you set out with round two.  

instead of kissing you and leaving seeds hoping for you to
grow to love yourself,
I decided to write about how your
lips curved and
how you stole your parent’s cigarettes.

I decided to write about how everyone leaned towards you as if you were gravity herself.

I did until my hands shook about the way you were similar to your mother
and I tried so fucking hard to find the right
string of words to put your laugh into a sentence.

I’ve carved high on trees with
invented words because the ones already created weren’t good enough for you.

Although sometimes my fingers have trouble writing about you,
I continue to because I want you to see yourself the way I do.

I want you to see yourself through
poems and
sentence fragments and
through pictures of giant buildings in cities I know you want to be in,

because I see you in those things.

—  (5am and you deserve to feel beautiful)