it was a good idea in my head okay

rulerofthefandomkingdom  asked:

If you were to give an aspiring or beginning artists some tips and need-to-knows, what would they be?

*whistles* that’s a tall order, I’ll do my best…

First, try different things! Look for new things to try, ask for help and tips (you’re off to a good start with that ;) ). You will get pieces of advice that contradict, and that’s okay. It’s because there are several “right ways” to do art; try them out, get to know them so you can figure out which works best for you!

Second, draw from life. I’d say that about 80% of making art is learning to see, even if it’s just learning to see the images and ideas in your own head, and drawing from life is one of the very best ways to learn to see like an artist. Draw anything and everything: people, places, objects; anything that strikes your fancy. It will teach you to see in three dimensions. Don’t just copy, have fun with it; learn to emphasize and edit. See a shape you like? Emphasize it! That line killing the flow of the pose? Take it out! Love the red goin’ on in that cheek? Emphasize it! That fold in the shirt making things to busy? Take it out! When people first start drawing from life they often get fixated “getting things right” and will use too many lines, missing the bigger idea of what it is they’re trying to depict. Instead, try doing short simple drawings; you might start out with a lot of bad ones, but at least you didn’t spend very long on them. Doing it this way will help you learn to capture the visual essence of things, this can really help you both in drawing from reference and drawing from your imagination. Maybe challenge yourself to see how few lines you can use to communicate what you see. But remember, you have to see it before you can decide weather or not you want it in your drawing!

If you want some more specific tips, my first tutorial talks about some little tips that really helped me grow my drawing ability.

I hope that that was helpful. Thank you so much for asking rulerofthefandomkingdom!

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Jeremy: And despite all of their bitching they sung along to all the songs anyway.

Christine: Yeah and then you and Mike were making bedroom eyes at each other during “Love Will Find A Way”.

Rich: Not to mention you wouldn’t shut up about how much you loved Kovu for the entire movie lol

Jeremy: Wha? Hey!!

Michael: Yeah we know you’re a furry but do you have to make it so obvious?

Jeremy: I AM NOT–

Michael: Saying that you have a crush on Kovu immediately results in classifying you as a furry, Jer.

Jeremy: I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now


Bonus:

Fluff Starters
  • “You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”
  • “Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
  • “You smell really nice.”
  • “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”
  • “I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”
  • “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”
  • “Here, let’s share the blanket.”
  • “You’re comfy.”
  • “You are my new pillow.”
  • “You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”
  • “But I want to hear you sing.”
  • “We can talk over dinner.”
  • “Don’t be stubborn. Try it!”
  • “Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”
  • “Will you let me rub your back?”
  • “Care to give me a back scratch?”
  • “Star-gazing was a good idea.”
  • “You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight.”
  • “I’ll always be here for you.”
  • “I’ll be here to protect you.”
  • “I think I love you.”
  • “You are my love.”
  • “How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.”
  • “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
  • “Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.”
  • “It is not morning yet.”
  • “Shush and go back to bed.”
  • “I heard you talking in your sleep.”
  • “Your bed head is really cute.”
  • “We’ll do dishes together.”
  • “How about a kiss?”
  • “I love your hugs.”

A few were inspired by these.

Lucky 💫

“Um, Malfoy,” Harry muttered. “What are you doing?” Baffled, he looked at the Slytherin, who didn’t seem to be concerned at all.

“I’m resting. I’m so tired,” Malfoy mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut. He did sound pretty sleepy. Harry blinked as Malfoy’s lips stretched into a soft, contented smile.

“Okay,” Harry said slowly. “But why are you resting on my lap?”

“Why not?” Malfoy replied. “Seems like a good place to me.”

Harry stiffened as Malfoy turned his head and snuggled into him. What was he playing at?

“Oi, Harry!” Harry looked up. Seamus had just entered the eighth year common room and was grinning at him. “Don’t you two look cosy,” he said with a wink. Harry blushed and tried to move his legs but Malfoy was just too heavy.

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Harry murmured. What had gotten into Malfoy?

“And then we have to get started on Transfiguration but first we have to- Oh!” Hermione stopped dead behind Seamus. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her studying schedule obviously forgotten. If only momentarily. Ron, who had seemed rather displeased with his girlfriend’s evening plans a second ago, suddenly had a weird glint in his eyes.

Harry watched his friends and was shocked when Hermione clutched her chest and put her other hand on Ron’s arm. He smiled at her and nodded.

“I thought something like this might happen,” he snickered.

“What?” Harry spluttered. When Pansy came into sight, a knowing grin on her face,  Harry felt like they were all in on a joke he didn’t get. “Can somebody please tell me what is going on?”

“Shhhhh,” came from Harry’s lap. “Trying to sleep here, remember?”

Harry eyed Malfoy suspiciously. He had to admit, he might have reacted a little differently if they had been alone. It was a bit sudden, but he wasn’t all that opposed to Malfoy lying on his lap.

Harry’s eyes darted to his friends again when Hermione leaned over to Pansy and whispered something to her. Looking exasperated, Pansy nodded. Harry still wasn’t used to the fact that they were all getting along so well now. Pansy could be fun but, still, Harry was a bit wary around her.

He kept his eyes on her as Hermione strode over to him.

“Don’t be mad,” she told him. Harry frowned.

“What did you do?”

“Well…” She looked at him sheepishly. “It’s more what I didn’t do.”

Harry looked at her, puzzled. She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice to a whisper.

“I didn’t stop Pansy, when she stole something from Slughorn’s personal stores and put it into Malfoy’s tea this morning.”

Harry’s frown deepened.

“What did she put in his tea?”

Hermione bit her lip and put a hand on his shoulder.

“We just felt like he deserved a good day for once. He’s been through so much.” She gazed at Malfoy thoughtfully. “That’s not to say you haven’t been having a hard time, either,” she added hastily. “But Pansy thought you might… benefit from it as well. Seems like she was right.”

Harry looked between Malfoy and Hermione, not understanding what she was telling him. It must have shown on his face. Hermione sighed and shook her head.

“Felix Felicis, that’s what Pansy put in his drink.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open.

“That’s why he’s being so weird?”

“You were weird, too, when you took it in sixth year,” Hermione reminded him.

Yeah, Harry mused, it had been a strange experience. He had felt so happy and cheerful, like nothing could go wrong. And, somehow, he had known exactly what he had to do to get… to get what he wanted.

Oh!

Harry’s eyes darted back to Malfoy, who was still smiling contentedly with his eyes closed. Harry wondered what would have happened if his friends had given him the potion, instead of Malfoy. He doubted things would have been this forward but, maybe, it would have had a similar outcome.  

Ignoring the fact that everyone in the room was watching him, he slowly raised his hand and ran his fingers through Malfoy’s hair. The Slytherin let out a long sigh that made the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch.

As he sat there, stroking Malfoy’s hair and marvelling at the fluttery feeling in his stomach, Harry thought it was lucky he and Malfoy apparently wanted the same thing.

Sheriff Knows Best

Stiles/Derek, G, 2K words, Sheriff POV, Coffeeshop AU, matchmaker!Sheriff

(Credit for the title to @cobrilee!)

This is an expansion of the following idea, written by the lovely @artemis69:

the coffee!AU, where John goes to the same coffee shop every day, and there is this very grumpy, quiet barista that always makes him amazing coffee and keep the best pastries for him. And one day the Sheriff learns that Derek is the one to bake them all, so he decides: this will be my son in law, I need a reason to have this man in my family for at least forty to fifty years. Then he matchmakes with no subtility whatsoever, basically offering his only son on a silver plate, Stiles spluttering all the way (but he takes Derek’s number anyway because the guy is just amazingly cute)

John’s on his regular morning stroll when he stops in his tracks and takes in the brand-new coffee shop, complete with a banner advertising their opening day. The little corner space has been boarded up for over a year, and John had no idea it was opening today.

Any new businesses are a boon for Beacon Hills, especially family-run ones like this one is rumored to be, so John ducks inside. It’s warm and homey, and there’s a pair of young dark-haired people behind the counter, close enough in features that they’re probably siblings. The quiet bickering points that direction, too.

They stop, though, when they see the Sheriff—the uniform tends to have that effect—and he pastes on his public servant smile. “Hi there. I saw this place was open and wanted to come on in and introduce myself. Sheriff John Stilinski.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you,” the woman says, holding out her hand for a shake. A nice strong grip—John likes this girl already. “I’m Laura Hale, and I own this place with my brother Derek, our resident grumpy barista-slash-baker.”

Derek rolls his eyes at Laura, but his smile to John is genuine, if small. “Hi, Sheriff. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, son,” he says, perusing the case full of tempting sugary treats. “You made these?”

He nods. “Can I get you anything?”

John hums. “A medium coffee, and…any one of these delicious-looking goodies. You pick. Just don’t tell my son,” he adds, and Derek looks up at him.

“Your son?”

“I have slightly elevated cholesterol,” he says, stressing the word. “Nothing to worry about, honestly. But he polices my diet. I don’t think he knows about this place yet, though, so this is great.”

Derek hums. His tongs hover over a muffin—lemon poppyseed, it looks like—before moving to another one. Raspberry-almond, according to the sign, and well, John isn’t picky. Derek drops it into a little bag and hands it over.

“Happy to help,” he says.

John thanks him and opens the bag. Laura’s still pouring his coffee, but it smells so damn good that he can’t resist.

“Wow,” he says, his mouth full. “This is delicious.”

Derek looks quietly proud, and Laura claps him on the shoulder as she reaches over to hand John his coffee. “On the house, today, Sheriff,” she says. “Thanks for stopping by.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises.


“Thanks, Nina,” John says dryly, leaning back so she can put his plate in front of him.

“You’re welcome, Sheriff,” she says with a friendly smile, ignoring his stink eye.

Stiles just grins at both of them and digs into his French toast. He insists on having their weekly father-son breakfast at Paulie’s Diner because no matter what John orders, Nina will only bring him an egg-white omelet with a dry English muffin. Stiles must have some serious blackmail or be paying her off somehow, and John is, he has to admit, grudgingly impressed.

“Don’t look so bummed out, Pops,” Stiles says, around a mouthful of what’s surely syrup-drenched deliciousness. “At least I let you have turkey bacon.”

“It’s not the same,” he says grumpily, poking at it. “But at least I’m getting a steady stream of baked goods now.”

Stiles glares at him. “Are you serious? From where? I thought I had paid everyone off.”

He knew it. “I’m not telling you,” he says, a little displeased with how childish he sounds.

“Fine,” Stiles says, sniffing. “I’ll figure it out, you know I will.”

He will, John knows. Goddamn, he loves his kid, even if his life goal seems to be depriving John from any and all delicious food. “And speaking of, I met someone the other day,” he starts, and Stiles gasps theatrically, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.

“Is this you crapping all over my dream of having Melissa as my stepmom?”

John sighs at the reminder. Melissa is…well, she seems happy with that Argent guy. Whatever. He’s not bitter.

“Not for me, Jesus,” he says, shaking his head. “For you.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles says, slumping back in the booth. “Eye roll” is too mild, John thinks. It’s more of a whole head roll. “Seriously, Dad, I’m only 25. You don’t have to marry me off quite yet. You’ll get your grandchildren someday, I promise. Stop trying to set me up with people.”

“I’m just trying to be helpful!” John protests. “He seems nice.”

And makes really good treats, he adds in his head. That’ll be a good trait for a son-in-law.

“And who exactly is he?”

John pauses. “I met him at the aforementioned undisclosed location.” 

Stiles snorts. “Find out if he actually likes dudes, then get back to me.”

“Okay,” he says seriously, and Stiles grimaces.

“No, Dad, don’t actually—”

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PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘
  • ‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘
  • ‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘
  • ‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘
  • ‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘
  • ‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘
  • ‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘
  • ‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘
  • ‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘
  • ‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘
  • ‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘
  • ‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘
  • ‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘
  • ‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘
  • ‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘
  • ‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘
  • ‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘
  • ‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘
  • ‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘
  • ‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘
  • ‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘
  • ‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘
  • ‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘
  • ‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘
  • ‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘
  • ‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘
  • ‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘
  • ‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘
  • ‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘
  • ‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘
  • ‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘
  • ‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘
  • ‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘
  • ‘  you promised me.  ‘
  • ‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘
  • ‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘
  • ‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘
  • ‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘
  • ‘  better watch it.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘
  • ‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘
  • ‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘
  • ‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘
  • ‘  you look good.  ‘
  • ‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘
  • ‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘
  • ‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘
  • ‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘
  • ‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘
  • ‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘
  • ‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘
  • ‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘
  • ‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘
  • ‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘
  • ‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘
  • ‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘
  • ‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘
  • ‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘
  • ‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘
  • ‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘
  • ‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘
  • ‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘
  • ‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘
  • ‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘
  • ‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘
  • ‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘
  • ‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘
  • ‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘
  • ‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘
Never Underestimate The Power Of Boobs

Our party is on a stealth op to rescue an NPC Naga (Topaz) from a prison/‘exotic zoo’, with two female characters, a kitsune and a dwarf, disguised as sexy maids (supposedly to distract guards) and everyone else impersonating maintenance staff.  

..and then these happened.

Dwarf:  I roll perception to check for any signs of Topaz. (Nat 1)

DM: You see nothing but your cleavage.

(her next turn)

Dwarf: I roll to find the keys to the closest exhibit (another Nat 1)

DM: You are still entranced by your bust.

Dwarf: I go to the nearest employee and ask him for directions to the staff room

Employee: “Yes Miss Rack.. err, Maid, follow me!”

DM: The employee leads you towards the employee’s lounge, hitting himself against a tree in his distraction.

Female Paladin PC: “Everyone here’s obsessed, aren’t they?” *looks down at own bosom*

Kitsune: I run up to the man and distract him with my cleavage. “Oh mister mister, please, can you help me? Its my first day at work and I’m like, sooooo lost!” D:

DM: You interrupt him talking to a cloaked figure, who teleports away in a flash of light. The man, apparently the main ‘zookeeper’, looks embarassed.

'Zoo'Keeper “Um… er…”

Kitsune: I blink a little at the flash of light, then turn my full attention (and boobage) to the head zookeeper

'Zoo'keeper: Sorry… you seem like a nice person and all… but you really weren’t supposed to see that. I… I think I might be ordered to…

Kitsune: “Oh, please sir, I have nooo idea where I’m supposed to be and I, like, really wanted to make a good impression because its my first day and all~”

'Zoo'keeper: “E-er…” The zookeeper thinks some more, and stares at your bust “Well… promise you will never speak of what we saw and you can go. Okay?”

Dwarf: I roll perception to try find the others (Nat 1)

DM: Once again, you get distracted by your cleavage.

(Next turn)

Male Pirate PC: I roll to find [Dwarf] (rolls high)

DM: You see [Dwarf], standing nearby staring at her own chest. 

Dwarf and Kitsune are arguing.

Dwarf: I raise a finger, but lower it when I look at [Kitsune]’s face.  "N-Nope, not at all!“

DM: [Dwarf], Roll bluff. (rolls low) [Kitsune], Roll sense motive (the fourth Nat 1 of the session)

Kitsune: I glare at [Dwarf] for a long moment….. then notice our boobs and forget what we were arguing about.

His || Jungkook || 0.19

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Why are You like this?

Hi friends! 

Plot: Y/N feels overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to let her Harry know.

I combined my own idea with a request about H hearing Y/N admit something over the phone. 

Hint before reading: Take a moment and think of that one thing that’s overwhelming you right in this moment, the one thing that makes your stomach feel sick and the one thing that keeps you up at night. Okay now you can read it.

Pic isn’t mine but I like to think that it is.

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” 

My throat dried when I allowed my eyes to meet with his sparkling green orbs and the pure worry in them made it difficult not to tear up. With a deep breath I forced myself to smile. 

“Everything is fine, Harry,” I promised him, my tone just sweet enough for it to cover up the lie, “It was a long day.”

“Again?” Harry inquired quietly. 

“Again.” I tried to laugh but got up to walk to the kitchen when I failed.

Ever since the beginning of this week there had been a heavy and uncomfortable feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach making me feel so sick at times I believed I would vomit. 
But I couldn’t let it show. 

“Do you want some tea?” I called towards him.

“Sure, yeah. Thanks, beautiful.”

With trembling fingers I reached for the kettle and I closed my eyes in hopes of calming down enough to keep my distraught emotions a secret. And what better than a hot cup of tea?
There was nothing I loved more than spending time with Harry and if I could I would have him near me at all times. I felt myself long for him when he was gone, fantasized about being in his presence when I wasn’t and when I had him I felt at peace. Momentarily. Harry made me feel warm and without knowing it he’d become the only person who managed to decorate my face with an honest smile. We hadn’t been dating for long, only a couple of months, and it was true that we were happy. Never before had I felt this close to another person, never before did I trust somebody with my whole heart and no one had ever understood me the way that Harry did.
Harry was my everything. 
And still I couldn’t find it in me to trust him with my worried mind. 

It wasn’t that I thought Harry wouldn’t be kind. I knew if I were to tell him that I couldn’t find any peace and that not even the nights provided me with rest, he would try all he could to be supportive. 
What held me back from confiding in him was how utterly ridiculous I felt. Harry had so much going on in his life, he was under constant pressure and given even more from all sides and all at once and still he never uttered as much as one word in complaint. 
Me? I felt like crying when dealing with what was so minor compared to other people’s problems. 
How could I possibly admit this without making a fool of myself?

“Y/N?” I heard Harry’s voice call for me. 

My breath hitched and I quickly finished both of our teas. “Coming!”

Hearing my friend’s voice over the speaker of my phone relaxed me. At least a little. Kat hadn’t had the time to talk properly in a while due to her job taking up a lot of space in her life and selfishly it felt good to hear that I wasn’t the only person who wasn’t having the best week. 

“So anyway,” Kat spoke, “Things took a turn to the better when the guy I told you about showed up again. I think he recovered form the flu or something.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

She chuckled. “I bet your day gets better the moment you have Harry around to comfort you.” 

“Well,” I sighed, “Having him around does bring me joy.” 

When my voice quivered I knew I messed up.

Kat cleared her throat. “What’s the matter? Does he not understand or what?”

“I’m sure he would,” I muttered. 

“Meaning?”

I didn’t reply. Kat laughed breathlessly. 

“You seriously didn’t tell him? Y/N, he’s your boyfriend! And if I receive text after text about how shitty everything is going for you then something really must be up.”

A lump formed in my throat and I let out a small whine. “I don’t know how to talk to him about this thought.”

“Why not?”

I shrugged even though she couldn’t see. “Harry has so much going on in his life. Never does he get a break not even on his days off. How could I burden him with my stupid and silly problems when his mind is full of much more important things?”

“Because he’s your boyfriend!” Kat repeated. 

“Is that your answer to everything?”

“In a relationship it’s about being there for each other,” Kat lectured, ignoring my words, “You support him constantly. It’s time you let him do the same for you.”

My head snapped up at the noise of my front door opening and then falling shut. 

“Y/N? You home, baby?” My heart fluttered at his voice.

“That’s Harry,” I quickly informed Kat, “I got to go.”

With fast steps I walked further into the bedroom and away from where I could hear Harry moving closer towards me.

“Of course,” Kat said and I could hear the smile in her voice, “Just remember. You have to be honest with Harry and tell him how you feel. Otherwise you’re being unfair to him.”

“I know,” I agreed lowly, “I know you’re right.”

Harry’s knuckles lightly knocked onto the wooden door and I turned around to look at him with a smile growing on my face. He looked insanely good. His hair was tousled from the clod wind I knew was tormenting outside, his upper body adorned a thick jumper and his legs were forced into much too tight jeans which to my benefit left little to the imagination. 

“Hey,” I breathed.

“Hi.” His voice was quiet and I shuddered when the smile on his face didn’t reach his beautiful eyes. 

I walked over to him and reached for his arm. “I’m just going to finish this call really quickly, okay? Then I’m all yours.”

“S’okay,” Harry said and shrugged off my touch, “I just came over to return the shirt you left at my place the other day. M’actually bit busy so I’m just going to head out again.”

My heart sank. “I thought you would stay tonight?” 

Harry nodded towards the phone in my palm. “You should’t let your friend wait, Y/N. Wouldn’t want you to be unfair to anybody, right?” 

And with that he turned around, out of my reach and towards the exit. The shirt he’d brought me was carelessly thrown onto the mattress and I watched him leave with tears already burning my eyes. What the hell had just happened?

“Y/N? You still there?” 

Kat’s voice ripped me back from my thoughts and I quickly told her that I was fine and needed to go. Then I hung up. 
Great. Now not even my relationship was something I could find comfort in. There was no point in running after him as I new Harry moved fast and since he’d arrived by car I was sure he must be long gone. With my palms ice cold, my legs weak and my stomach in knots I sat down on the bed I’d thought I would be spending the night with Harry on, feeling the most uncomfortable and unhappy and in in general at a low I hadn’t reached before.
There was no way I could hold back the tears from burning my cheeks and soon I was a sobbing mess, laying alone on the cold fabric of my bed.

From Harry, 7:20pm.
I’m sorry I left like that, love. How about I come back over and we spend the night together like we planned? x

From Harry, 7:22pm. 
Don’t ignore me now. I know I was being harsh. A bit of a dick actually and I wanna make up for that. Please let me, baby. xx

From Harry, 7:23pm. 
I heard your conversation with Kat. 

With puffy eyes I stared at the three messages. I breathed in shakily and shook my head before picking up the device to reply. There was no way I could face him when I was like this. I felt ashamed enough as it is and couldn’t bear the thought of letting my boyfriend see me in this weakened state.

From Y/N, 7:30pm.
It’s okay, Harry, no worries. I’m a bit tired though. Don’t think that hanging out tonight is a good idea. I’m sorry. x

From Y/N, 7:33pm.
If you want we could meet up tomorrow?

Teardrops smeared the screen and I brushed them off quickly in order to read Harry’s reply. My heart sank even further upon reading it.

From Harry, 7:34pm.
If that’s what you want.

It was what I’d wanted. Still, my chest crumbled and the room filled once more with desperate and loud cries as I let it sink in that I’d successfully driven Harry away. A shaking palm clasped over my mouth as I attempted to somehow quieten the noises of my breakdown as I didn’t want to alarm my neighbours. 
What was I supposed to do? What was I to tell him tomorrow? That was if he even wanted to see me.
My eyes were sore, my throat dry and slowly but surely everything began to hurt. Really ache. 

My entire body froze and I forced myself to calm down long enough to make sure I hadn’t heard wrong. No. There was once again the distinct sound of somebody knocking on my front door. Oh god please no. I scrambled to my feet with hurried movements and came to a tumbling stand. With harsh movements I brushed the tears from my smeared cheeks. 

“Y/N.” It was quiet but I heard and my heart began to pound heavily in my chest. What was he doing here?

“Harry?” I asked, my voice small and trembling weakly. 

I sniffled noisily and tried to steady my breath. 

“Course it’s me, love,” Harry hummed, his voice gentle, “Mind opening the door for me? Letting me in, sweetheart?”

“Harry, I really don’t think-”

“I hear it, baby,” he spoke softly, “You’re crying.” His voice sounded so sad, so empty of the anger it held earlier. 

The pet names spoken with so much affection, the gentleness in his words and tone… I couldn’t fight any longer. 
With uncertain fingers I unlocked my front door and before I could turn the handle I had Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist as he forced his way into my apartment. 
Breathing in his scent as I nestled my face into the warm space between his shoulder and his neck, one of my hands wound itself into his short curls while the other clasped the back of his neck. Harry’s arms tightened around my body, bringing me impossibly close to his chest as he pushed the both of us further inside. I didn’t see but I heard him shut the door with his foot. 

“Harry,” I whimpered, trying desperately to step away from him, worried that the endless stream of tears would mess up his jumper. 

“No.” Harry’s embrace was tight. He ignored my protest and instead hoisted me up higher so that he could carry me to the couch in my small living room. 

I was full on sobbing by this point, my desperation only increasing when he let go of me after making me sit on the couch. My arms were taken into his hands and I turned my head away when he crouched down. 

“Y/N, look at me.”

I shook my head, a whimper escaping my parted lips. Harry’s hands moved gently, his fingers drew circles onto my skin. Normally the gesture was enough to calm me down but not today. I felt utterly embarrassed and I knew that Harry slowly began to realize too that this wasn’t just a small and simple break down. 
This was me, crumbling after having suffered under too much pressure for too long. This was me truly breaking down and falling apart right in front of his eyes.
I gasped upon feeling him press his face into my open palms. 

“My sweet girl,” Harry breathed into my hands, “Tell me if there is something that I can do for you, you hear?”

“There- there’s no-nothing, Harry.” I swallowed shakily and stared at the back of his head. 

Slowly he looked up at me, green eyes wide, kind and patient. His warm hands clasped mine and my breath hitched when his heart shaped lips pressed a loving kiss to them. 

“That’s okay, too,” he reassured, “In that case I will just do what I think you need right now, yeah? And if you want something different you tell me.” 

He waited for me to nod, a small smile gracing his lips. Harry got to his feet quickly and immediately I was scooped back into his arms and brought to his chest. I hiccuped and Harry chuckled. 
His body settled onto the couch and I gasped when he placed my own body right on top of his, my back pressed to his chest. His face settled into my neck and I shuddered upon feeling his warm breath. One of Harry’s arms wrapped around my middle while he gently touched my forehead with his other hand, making me rest my head on his shoulder. 
I sighed and turned so I could nudge his neck with my nose. Next a blanket was pulled over my form, making sure that I was warm. 

“Harry,” I whispered into his skin. 

He intertwined our legs together before kissing my cheek. 

“No more crying,” he said lowly, chest rumbling against my back, “It breaks my heart to see you like this. Which doesn’t mean that I want you to ever keep it from me again when you feel this way.”

The terrible knot at the bottom of my stomach loosened and the longer I breathed him in the more I could feel my heart relax. My breathing slowed, the tears slowly ceased from falling. My own arms wrapped around his and our hands found each other. 

“I’m sorry,” I apologized against his skin.

He shook his head and squeezed me. “No, no, my love. S’not what I want. You don’t have to apologize for anything. All I want is that you trust me. That you know that I’m here. Always.”

“I want to see you.” 

Careful not to hurt him I turned to lay on my stomach, my body pressed tightly against his chest and I leaned up to press a kiss to his soft skin of his chin. 
Harry groaned lowly at the sensation. 

“You’re my girlfriend,” Harry murmured, his hands rubbing up and down my back, “You can lean on me. Confide in me. Don’t want hear that you’re unwell and hiding it.”

I hummed.

“Are you comfortable?” I wondered quietly, referring to his position.

“Very,” he assured me with a nod, cheekily grabbing my bum and giving it a squeeze. 

I swatted his chest with a laugh and he removed his hands and settled them onto my hips instead. I found it hard to believe that having my body sprawled out on top of his was in any way comfortable but in this moment I knew there was nothing other than being in his arms that would heal my tormented mind.

“S’embarrassing though,” I admitted quietly, my unsure eyes finding his. 

“S’not,” he argued, “S’part of being in a relationship. I’m yours, you’re mine and we’re both there for each other.”

I liked how natural his words sounded. How much sense they made.

“But,” I began, “what I’m dealing with is so stupid and you-”

“And I’m never too busy to take care of you just like I trust in you always being there when I really need you. And nothing that makes you cry is stupid to me.”

Harry smiled kindly and I could feel myself doing the same. Gently I reached up to cup his cheek and a tiny gasp escaped my mouth before his lips found mine in a loving kiss. Instantly I melted into him. 
His hands held me close, my own scratched his cheek while the other held onto his hair and for the first time all week I felt like I could truly breath. Harry’s presence took over all of my senses as I cuddled myself even more into his embrace. We continued to kiss until my lungs burned and this time when I teared up it was because my heart couldn’t hold the amount of happiness. 

“Why are you like this?” I whispered, staring at my handsome boyfriend with wonder in my eyes. 

He smiled and pressed another kiss to my temple. “Because you’re important to me. I need you to know that, love.”

“I do. Thank you so much, Harry. And I care about you, too. So much.”

Another kiss followed to my lips before Harry drew back to rub his nose against mine in a heartbreakingly sweet gesture. 

Hope you liked this! Wrote it in one go so apologizes for any mistakes. Also, if any of you are dealing with something shitty at the moment I have my fingers crossed for you and know you’ll be alright. x

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Something Else (NSFW)

#Challenge of Raven. @bloodstained-porcelain-doll

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Characters: Alpha!Sam Winchester, Omega!Reader
Warnings: ABO dynamics, dirty talk, smut, shameless smut, knotting sex, breeding kink, straight PWP. I’m using @kittenofdoomage ABO rules here. @bloodstained-porcelain-doll beta’ed this.
Prompt: “I love hearing your voice when you sing, but baby, right now Daddy needs you to use your mouth for something else…”


Originally posted by itsokaysammy

“Nasty, naughty boy” was playing so loud on your headphones that you wouldn’t be able to hear a shot if someone used a gun by your side, but who cared? You were alone in the bunker, Dean had left with Castiel when you reached pre-heat and Sam was on a supply run. So, you could dance and sing without anyone interrupting you. You danced slowly, singing loudly and not even caring if someone walked in on you.

You felt Sam’s scent seconds before he pressed himself against you. Your legs weakened instantly when you realised how hard he was and how strong he smelled. His rut had hit earlier than expected.

Your headphones were pulled out and tossed on the table a few inches from Sam’s hands, and he put his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love hearing your voice when you sing, but baby, right now Daddy needs you to use your mouth for something else…”

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I Have This Kink

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3806

Warnings: pure filth, oral (giving and receiving), spanking, kink, sexual intercourse (duh), unprotected sex.

Author’s Note: So, this took forever to write. Not proud of that but, I hope all of you enjoy this side of Stiles. I know I would, oml. I want to thank these lovely ladies for looking at what I wrote and some telling me that it was super good, @mf-despair-queen ​, @lovelydob ​, and @dumbass-stilinski ​! I love you guys!


Originally posted by teenwolfiiies

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Neighbors (Part III)

Neighbors

Neighbors II

She hasn’t seen him for a while, the gym being empty and his car being away for a while. She tried to distract herself, she went to college parties, studied, worked a lot. They both have been busy with Shawn’s trip to Brazil coming up and her studying for her upcoming exams but she had to admit that she missed him. Those eyes and his adorable smile and his voice and scent and curls. But they wanted to take things slow, figure things out. 

She doesn’t even know what it is they are figuring out. But, oh well.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi: The Dashing Duke and Pirate Lord of Tatooine

This is for you @jerseytigermoth


“Obi-Wan Kenobi, know aliases Ben Kenobi, Ben Kryze, Old Man Kenobi, Obes Kenobes?”

The Jedi Master/Pirate/Rebellion General smiled at the befuddled expression on the Prosecutor’s face opposite of where he stood, hands cuffed and resting lightly on the bar in front of him. He chuckled. “Ah yes! That alias was given to me by a very lovely woman. She was quite nice.”

Shaking his head in a mix of confusion and disgust, the Prosecutor continued on. “Also known as Captain Kenobi, the Pirate Lord of Tatooine, High General Kenobi, the Dashing Duke and the Sass Master of Mandalore?”

“Is that all of them?” Obi-Wan asked. “Are you certain you haven’t missed any? That list seems a little short. Did you include the Scourge of the Outer Rim? Oh! For a while I was calling myself Arulas because someone thought it sounded cool.”

There was a snort from back in the gallery of criminals and a sullen, “It did sound cool.”

Flabbergasted the prosecutor tried to reassert his authority. “Your list of crimes against the galaxy are…”

“Ah! Rako Hardeen!” Obi-Wan nodded, reaching up to scratch his nose. “I knew you forgot one.”

The presiding judge banged his gavel and leaned forward, peering down at Obi-Wan. “That’s enough out of you, traitor! You’re far too old for such childish antics.”

“Quite right, your honor,” the Jedi Pirate Rebel nodded with great dignity. “Please continue, Tanver.”

The Prosecutor stammered out a puzzled, “What?! How… how did you know?!”

Winking, Obi-Wan replied. “Jedi Secrets. Also your name was included on my arrest documents. You have a most artistic signature, Counselor.”

There was a low-level snicker coming from the gallery and the Judge hammered his gavel.

“ORDER!”

“My apologies, your honor,” Obi-Wan smiled and turned to look back over his shoulders at the assembled criminals, hoodlums, rebels and pirates behind him. “Do be quiet, dear friends. Prosecutor Tanver Seabright is trying to charge me with grievous crimes against the Empire.”

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We had a bought of hate on my blog a few weeks ago, and it has spurred me to promote self love even more than I already do. So that’s what we are doing today! Here we go!

  • Basil - courage & confidence
  • Rosemary - happiness & peace
  • Marjoram - love 
  • Lavender - love
  • Cloves - releasing negativity
  • Ginger - confidence
  • Rose (if you have it!)

Okay my little cuties, like always, light the candle you’re gonna seal up your jar with before you start, state your intention. I usually suggest taking some time to meditate or clear your head, to get yourself in a good mental state before you start this. But this time, I have a few other suggestions. If you’re like me you might find it hard to love current you, may it be because you’re not happy with who you are, where you are, etc etc. I think sometimes in situations like this, it’s a good idea to take time to think of yourself as “little you”, or the childhood version of you when starting out with this. This quote is something that helps me with this (I literally wrote it out and had it taped to my mirror for several years with a photo of 5 year old me) —

“Picture yourself when you were five. In fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love her, feed her? How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings. She’d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, you’d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums or meltdowns turned her into a poltergeist, you’d demand a loving time-out in the naughty chair. From this day forward I want you to extend that same compassion to your adult self.” - Kris Carr.

It helps me to think about little me, it makes me easier to love me, and then to love current me.
With that in mind, it may also be helpful to take time and write a letter to yourself, a letter of love and encouragement to either past you or future you, a letter overflowing with encouragement, compliments and love. Love the way you would love your best friend, your mother, your daughter, etc. Someone you love unconditionally, but let that person be you. Tell yourself all the amazing things about you, allow yourself to let go of all the things that you dislike, the things that aren’t relevant, because you’re actually fucking rad. You’re fucking amazing, you deserve to be showered in love, 10/10. You rock.

After you are feeling fucking amazing because you ARE, go ahead and layer in those ingredients, take some time pouring all that ooey-gooey self love into this jar, believe each of those layers and intents, honey!

Close it up, seal it up with wax (I have an easy tutorial here if you want to check it out!)

Take a bubble bath, make some hot coco, make some art, do something to make yourself feel loved and taken care of (because you fucking deserve it).

I want to see your recreations of this jar if you make it (you can @ tag me or tag witchy-woman in the tags, I check both!)

And if you want to see my other jars you can find those here.

I love you guys so, so, SO much. I hope you love yourself as much as I love you, because you deserve it, you are worthy of love, and you have the right to be loved and to love yourself. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar.

Have a beautiful day, my little witches. Happy crafting. <3

Damn It, Jared!

Summary- The reader is a teen actress on the show, she’s hanging out in the makeup trailer with Misha when he alerts her of some weird tweets.

Characters- Jared x platonic!reader, Jensen x platonic!reader, misha x platonic!reader.

Warnings- mild language, mentions of family problems.

A/N- I’VE FINALLY UPLOADED A FIC! it’s been a while but I’ve been busy revising for my exams so that’s a good reason;) anyways, I hope you enjoy this! It was really fun to write and made me chuckle.


You were lounging in one of the makeup chairs, Misha was sat on your left getting his hair done whilst you were stuffing your face with gummy bears. 

You had been on the show for almost two years, you were introduced as Sam’s daughter halfway through season eleven, you had just turned fourteen when you started filming and being so young meant the cast -past and present- were extremely protective over you and that’s something that never changed, and honestly you were grateful! You never really had the greatest relationship with your parents so it was nice to have a group of people who cared about you the way your parents didn’t

Jared took the roll of your father in real life as well, you just had that instant connection when you met, you both had similar interests and similar characteristics, you even looked alike: hazel eyes that seem to change colour, dimples, same length hair. He acted more like a father than your biological dad, lets just say you don’t have the ideal family life, you’d much rather go to Texas with Jared and Jensen than go home (which most of the time you do), whenever you visited you’d always help Gen and Danneel with the kids, they were grateful and loved having you around. 

The cast knew how much your parents would nag at you, they knew how down you’d get about the things they’d say, today was one of those days. You had argued with both of your parents, quite heavily, Jared walked into your trailer when he heard you almost shouting. He comforted you and listened whilst your ranted and cried about the argument, he held you whilst you sobbed, he hated seeing you so upset, it tore him apart, to him you were his daughter, he couldn’t handle seeing his daughter so torn up.

Your head snapped up towards Misha who started laughing, a lot, “what’re you laughing at?” You asked, he turned his phone towards you, reaching out you took it from his grip “maybe you should go and find your phone” he laughed. Furrowing your eyebrows you scrolled through your twitter, your eyes widened at some of the tweets before your narrowed them and let out an audible groan “damn it, Jared” you grumbled, you quickly replied back to one of the tweets before handing the phone back to Misha and jumping down from the chair, “good luck!” Misha called as you stepped out of the trailer, “i’m gonna need it” you mumbled making him laugh again.

You stepped into the motel set that you would be using for that day, the crew were getting ready to film, you saw Jared and Jensen leaning against one of the tables, Jared was still typing away on your phone, stepping forward you gained their attention, “give me my phone, Jared” you demanded holding your hand out, “give me five minutes” he replied turning his head back towards your phone, rolling your eyes you crossed your arms, “no, Jared give it back” you said, he sighed and passed it towards you, however when your reached out to grab it his hand shot in the air, “jump for it” he chuckled, you gave him a bitch face, “I am not jumping for my phone” you answered placing your hands on your hips.

You saw that his phone was on the table behind him, quickly, you leapt forward and grabbed it before holding it behind your back. He chuckled, “you don’t know my password, i’m not bothered”, you smirked and typed in his passcode before showing him the unlocked screen, “really? Your birthday? C’mon Jared, be original” you said, he went to reply but the director cut him off.

The director called for everyone to get into their places, you sat on the bed with your back against the headboard, you knew the camera’s wouldn’t be on you, it was just Jared and Jensen’s coverage. The director yelled “action!”, as the guys were doing their dialogue you started to tweet from Jared’s phone silently giggling to yourself, “Just ate some spicy ass Buffalo Wings, never again. My ass is going to hurt for weeks” you looked up and watched the scene for a bit before tweeting again. “Oh god, the smell! it’s everywhere!“ Misha who was trying to focus on the scene caught sight of you giggling, he pulled out his phone and went onto Jared’s twitter, his face immediately went red from trying to hold in the laughter, you started typing again, “SHOULD IT BURN THIS MUCH?!” you hit send, Misha looked back down towards his phone and closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if trying to compose himself, you started typing again “I just burnt a hole through my underwear… shit… quite literally” that was the last straw for Misha, he immediately burst out laughing shortly followed by you, doubling over you were face down on the bed with tears streaming down your face, “what’re you guys laughing at?” Jared asked, “ch-check your twitter” Misha wheezed out, he furrowed his eyebrows and unlocked your phone, his eyes widened, Jensen took your phone from his hand, he started reading the numerous tweets out loud whilst simultaneously laughing, hard. Soon enough everyone in the room was howling of laughter.

You sat up, still laughing hysterically, wiping away the tears that were cascading happily down your face you took a deep breath, trying to calm down, “y/n, you little shit” Jared laughed causing you to start laughing again, grabbing his phone from your hand, he deleted the tweets and pocketed his phone. “Hey, you started it, I finished it” you giggled, “can I have my phone back now?” You asked, he shook his head before throwing it towards you, you caught it and tucked it in your pocket. 

“Okay everyone, take a ten minute break to cool off, god knows we need it” the director laughed, you stood up and walked towards the boys, “where did you come up with those tweets?” Jensen asked, you shrugged your shoulders, “honestly I have no idea” you laughed, whilst Misha and Jensen were talking Jared swung an arm over your shoulders, “you feeling better?” He asked, you nodded your head, “yeah, still feel a bit bummed about earlier but better nonetheless” you smiled, he squeezed you, “good” he replied, “I’m still gonna get you back from tweeting on my phone, you know that right?” He asked, you rolled your eyes and chuckled “yeah, even though what I did was completely fair” you said, he sighed “yeah yeah, whatever you say” he said playfully.


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Hey, all!  Amy here and feel free to skip this, but I noticed a huge thing going around with fanfiction writers and fanfiction readers. Kinda throwing arrows at one another over mistakes and how they should be addressed.

Okay, first off: stop.  Ew.  It’s gross. Y’all are big boys and girls and y’all can act like it.  You don’t need to attack each other at the knees behind the safety of your screens.

Secondly:  there are points on both sides.  People who write have a right to be proud of their work and can choose not to accept criticism.  On the other hand, people who read and absorb the work have the right as well to point out mistakes they noticed if it’s meant to be helpful.

So how can people interact civilly when it comes to fanfiction and it’s accompanying critiques? By following a few internet rules, plain and simple.  No, I’m not gonna tell you to forgive and forget or just roll over and let the other person have their way.  That’s not what you do IRL and that’s not what you do online either.  Instead, both persons have a series of rules to follow in order to try and make the most of their experience.

Originally posted by m-blunicorn

FOR THE WRITERS:

I start with you because you’re the ones who have poured your heart and soul into this baby. And I get it, I do.  When you spend hours and hours slaving over your baby, going over the idea thousands of times in your head, trying to get the idea on paper, and trying to make it look good, then oh heck to the yes it’s your baby and you’re gonna defend it to the death.  I expect that and that’s okay.  What’s not okay is when it interferes with your ability to check in with the situation and see if they actually meant harm, so here are a few rules I’ve started to use over my years of fanfiction writing:

  1. Read the entire comment for content.  This is a bitter pill to take, especially if they sound condescending or snarky.  I’ve run into a few of them, and they’re never pleasant to deal with, but some of them have good ideas.  Try to filter out the junk of the comment and get to the meat of it all.  (I’ll get to what to do if there’s no meat later)
  2. Take a break from the comment when you get angry. And chances are that if it’s an unsolicited comment, you’re going to get angry.  This is your baby and you’ve worked hard on it.  If the crtiquer isn’t at least taking that into account, you may even get furious.  Get up and walk away.  They do not deserve your wrath.
  3. Decide for yourself if they have a point. Most critiquers tend to leave their comments because they’re trying to help in their own (somewhat obnoxious) way. If they’ve got a point, thank them, but also try to express if the critique was delivered well.  If it was, tell them so they can help more people. If not, tell them so they can work on it.  IF THEY DO NOT HAVE ANY POINT AT ALL AND ARE JUST BEING RUDE, get rid of it.  They’re not worth your time.
  4. Respond or toss.  This is up to you.  If they had content that was actually useful, then they were being helpful like they were trying to be.  If they had content and it wasn’t useful, it’s up to you what to do.  If they had zero content in their critique or it wasn’t relevant at all, skip it.  They’re not worth your time.

I actually formed these rules after an encounter with a critiquer who was completely neutral in tone, blurted my mistakes for the world to see, and essentially made me feel like the absolute worst writer in the world.  They weren’t harsh, but their critique did hurt me, especially because I’d still just been starting out.

The first thing that happened was I got angry.  I was livid, furious.  Like, how dare they?  Couldn’t they just sit back and enjoy the story?  I spent a good week or so avoiding my fanfiction account just because I was so pissed off.  I ended up talking to my mom and she asked me if they had any points.  I think she was going for “if they don’t, then they’re not worth your time”, but they did. After that, I went back and tried to see it from their point of view.

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

Didn’t mean I suddenly wasn’t mad at them.  I was mad, but I also realized that they, in their own roundabout and hurtful (to me, who reads inflection into typed words and winces at every loud noise and criticism) way, were trying to help me.

I worked on it, and I don’t think they ever commented on my stuff again, but the people who already loved my stuff?  The people who said that my stuff was ‘cute’ or ‘genius’?  They loved it all the more!  The critiquer may not have stuck around, but those who did benefited.

(It really took me a long time to stop being angry at them.  Now I just kind of take a lesson from them.  As a fanfiction writer, and as a critiquer myself.)

Originally posted by trendinggifs

FOR THE CRITIQUER:

I’m saying this as someone who has pretty high standards for what I read.  I look into formatting, tenses, plot, characterization, spelling, and even comma usage!  These little things do actually bug me, and sometimes enough to the point of wanting to comment, but I’ve been on the other side of it and remember the frustration and the anger that can come from a wrongly worded comment, so there are a few rules that I’ve formulated in order to be the best critiquer I can be and help as many people as possible get as amazing as they can as a writer!

Note:  These rules are for critiquers who actually do want to help writers get better and improve the overall quality of internet written works. If you’re here because of some superiority complex, these rules may be difficult for you to follow.  I, however, encourage you to do your best and perhaps one day you’ll be a good critiquer.  *^_^*

  1. Find a way to figure out if the author even wants your critique.  One way to do this is to respectfully ask them.  Always open with a positive.  Something like “Hey, I liked ___ about your story, but I noticed something was a bit off. Can I give you a constructive critique?” Typically, an author would be happy to know you cared about their opinion, so this will go either one of two ways.  They will either (A) allow the critique and actually listen to what you have to say or (B) politely decline the offer.  This means they have made up their mind and you are to let it go.  The back button is a wonderful friend at this point.
  2. Follow the sandwich format.  This is a tried and true method for getting people to actually listen.  If you start in with the critique, the author will feel attacked and immediately get defensive.  Instead of wondering if you’ve got any point, they will find ways to contradict you and argue.  Instead, open with something you liked about the story.  There was a reason you read it all to the end, wasn’t there?  Mention that first (AND BE HONEST!  NO ONE LIKES SOMEONE WHO GIVES OUT FALSE COMPLIMENTS), and then get to the critique, or ‘meat’, of your critique.  When that’s done, exit with a thank-you for being willing to listen to your comments.  It takes a lot for a creator to listen to someone point out the flaws in their baby, even if they’re trying to learn.  Remember that you want this to be a positive interaction, not a demolition derby.
  3. No insults or other derogatory comments. Unless explicitly stated otherwise, the writer is trying their best.  Insulting them makes them less willing to hear you out, much less accept your comments and get better.
  4. No elevating yourself over them.  It’s a no-brainer.  You’re not there to school them, you’re there to help them.  Helping requires a serving mind, which puts their needs before your ego.
  5. Do not hound the author.  If they listen but don’t take your comments, you’re not allowed to harass them.  Most likely, they don’t see a point in your comment and have elected to ignore it. And that’s fine.  The point is that you managed to bring it to their attention once.  Maybe they’ll come back to it later, maybe not.  Either way, once your critique is given, it’s done.  Unless they come to you asking about it, your job is to pack up and vamoose, or simply to sit back and enjoy watching the rest of the story unfold.
  6. Make sure your comments are objective.  Like, if there’s a comma problem, tell them about it. If there’s verb tenses being messed up, inform them politely.  If person A didn’t get with person B, then you’re not critiquing.  That’s a matter of opinion and doesn’t belong in the critiquing category.
  7. Be respectful.  They’re going on a limb and listening to you, and it’s the author’s choice whether or not to continue the correspondence. You don’t have to ‘kiss up to them’ or ‘serve them’, but you have to make sure you’re not being a jerk and that all your comments are warranted.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

I know there are a lot of rules, but critiquing is hard, especially with how a lot of people view them.  But you, the critiquer, ARE NOT EVIL.  You’re not the bad guy.  You’re not messed up.  You’re not ‘sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong’.  You’re human and you’re trying to be helpful.  These are just tips and tricks on how to go about it the right way and maximize your helpfulness.

Originally posted by hippie-janessa

FOR EVERYONE!!

The last thing I’ll say is that not everyone will follow these rules.  They will think they’re stupid or pandering or all-around dumb. Some people who claim to critique will continue to slander our good name by acting like holier-than-thou snits. Some people who write will continue to get outrageously angry for persons daring to say something went wrong.

Originally posted by blisteredblue

Here’s how to deal with them:

  1. Leave the computer.  Or the website, just for a bit.  Enjoy the sunshine, take a walk, talk with your best friend, eat some ice cream, go play.  See if it just blows over.  They don’t get to take away your happiness because they’re angry.
  2. Delete the hate.  When you’re good and happy, you can delete the hate mail, or maybe grab a friend to laugh at it.  But don’t respond to hate with anger.  As my good friend Warlord Okeer said, you shall inflict “the greatest insult an enemy can suffer. To be ignored.”
  3. If they chase you down in anger, block them. This is okay to do.  For fanfiction writers:  if they continue to pester you with their comments after you say ‘no thanks’, block their tails.  For fanfiction critiquers:  if they got angry over a critique you gave, provided that they said okay and provided that you followed the rules of critiquing, you’re allowed to block them. You did it right.  Don’t even stress.

And then there are the times where we forget to follow the rules and insult someone on accident. It happens.  If you realize you’re in the wrong, it’s just one rule.

  1. Apologize.  No, you don’t have to grovel for forgiveness, but understand that your actions may have hurt someone else and react accordingly.  If they won’t take it, at least make the promise to yourself to be better in the future.

And that’s it.  I know it seems like a lot to swallow, but it all boils down to making sure your words are respectful, kind, and true.

Originally posted by fandomdeluxe

Tl;dr:  MAKE SURE YOUR WORDS ARE RESPECTFUL, KIND, AND TRUE!!

What I Read This Week

(16/7/17)

So many amazing fics updated this week!! I’m SHOOK!! It was also my sister’s birthday this weekend so I tried to spend some time with her before she left with her boyfriend for a week, so there won’t be too many fics this week as a result. 

The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird, Mature, 177k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…That’s a long story.

This fic… I s2g it’ll be the end of me. THIS CHAPTER WAS SO INTENSE I CANNOT BELIEVE…. so much happened and I can’t wait to see what happens next!

Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts by Reiya, Explicit, 149k (WIP)
Part 2 of the Rivals series and companion fic to ‘Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches’. One small change alters the course of both Viktor and Yuuri’s entire lives, throwing them into a bitter rivalry that spans across many years and creates a world where they both tell a very different side to the story.

Oh man, I’ve been waiting and waiting to see this scene from Viktor’s POV ever since I read UMFB&MHA and yep… it hurts just as much as I thought it would. The next chapter will hurt even more and oh lord…. I’m not ready for the pain!!

with these things i’ll never say by missmichellebelle, Gen, 1.8k
Yuuri has been Victor’s PA for well over a year now, but no matter how many times Victor has told him otherwise, he still leaves actual handwritten notes for Victor to find.

Literally the cutest office/business AU I’ve read!! Such a good and easy read, thumbs up!

Namaste by Katri Jardine (heyanapau), Teen, 10k (WIP)
Phichit drags Yuuri to a yoga class, but when the instructor walks in Yuuri can’t imagine himself anywhere else.

I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC OH MY GOD! “He’s wearing a tight, black, long-sleeved crop top that perfectly accentuates the muscles on his arms and shows off the man’s toned abs.” When a fic includes Victor or Yuuri in a crop top you know it’s going to be a good one… ;)

The Boyfriend Experience by cryingoverspilledvodka, Explicit, 183k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin.

I am not okay… that’s all I have to say…

Boyfriend Colours by Ashida, Teen, 2.5k
“My uniform.” Victor blurted back, finally looking down to see Yuuri, to realise he’d just had the best idea of his life. “What about it?” Yuuri cocked his head again, lost at the sudden turn in conversation. “Can you… try it on for me?” he whispered it soft, this tentative question that Victor hoped more than anything Yuuri would say yes to.

I am literally sobbing this is so so so cute and amazing I love everything about this HP AU!!! SO. CUTE.

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

Someone to Watch Over Me: Part 3

Title: Someone to Watch Over Me

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

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Summary:  Dean reveals what happened to his wife.

Characters:  Dean Winchester, Female reader, Bobby Singer, Tiny, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Georgia (OFC), Melissa (OFC-mentioned), Charlie Bradbury, Tyson Brady

Word Count:  2557

Warnings:  mild language

Author’s Notes:  Inspired by (but does not necessarily follow) the movie The Bodyguard with Kevin Costner and Whitney Houston. This work was beta’d by @mamapeterson and @climbthatmooselikeatree without whose help this wouldn’t even exist. Tag list is full.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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Friends With Benefits: Bill Skarsgard... Chapter 1 (NSFW)

Life is good, great infact.

 I’m successful, I work on sets of movies as a make up artist and I’ve met some pretty cool people because of it. I have a nice apartment located in a nice area and I drive a real nice car. I moved away from my family home when I was only 18 and made a life for myself, I have more than most 20 year old kids and I only have myself to thank for it, hard work does pay off.

 I’m not the most social person and I’m not really that fond of letting people into my life, I guess I have pretty bad trust issues, hence why I’ve never really had a boyfriend, only casual flings.

 I have one best friend, the only person I thought worthy enough to come into my life. I trust him more than anyone else and I just know he’d give me the world if he could. Bill is the most incredible person I’ve ever met, and I just knew I needed him in my life from the moment I clapped eyes on him while he was working on the set of Hemlock Grove.  He’s selfless, loyal and one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. Despite all these qualities, we’ve never seen each other in any other way more than friends, it’s just not us. We spend most of our time together, we have sleepovers, movie nights and even a key to eachothers places.

 

“You know, you should just start dating. Fully throw yourself into it, what have you got to lose?” Bill casually remarked, leaning up against my kitchen counter with his long arms crossed over his chest, a smile on his face.

 I snorted and shook my head, continuing to slice up some peppers.

 “I have no interest in meeting anyone, Bill. You might be a social butterfly, but it’s just not my style. I’m perfectly content on my own.”

 “Christ, Mya. You can’t just spend the rest of your life on your own, you’re 20 years of age. I bet you haven’t even gotten laid since moving here!’ He laughed, unfolding his arms and pushing back onto my counter, a big smile stretching across his full lips as he watched my roll my eyes.

 “I’ve met a few guys and it’s lead to a night together, I like sex but I don’t like dating.”

 “You’re more into the idea of friends with benefits than finding someone who you could potentially spend the rest of your life with?” Bill questioned, seeming shocked by my reply.

 I nodded.

 “Well, then find someone to have that relation with. I like sex too, nothing wrong with that.” He continued, picking up a slice of red pepper and shoving it in his mouth.

 “Bill, I’m not gonna just go out there and beg someone to have sex with me. It’s fucking weird, looks desperate and it’s 2016, I think guys are more into relationships than girls these days.” I muttered, throwing the chopped vegetables in a wok.

 “Liking sex doesn’t make you weird or desperate, Mya, it’s just sex. I fucking love sex, especially no strings attached sex.”

 “Then maybe you should just be the one I ask!” I joked, throwing my bleached white hair over one shoulder with a small laugh.

 Bill shrugged his broad shoulders, and rubbed his face. His long fingers curved along his structured jawline, rubbing softly at his cheek.

 “I mean it’s not a bad idea..”

 My mouth dropped open, Bill was prone to making jokes, he’s a funny guy but sometimes his remarks stunned you and you had to take a minute to process them.

 “I was fucking kidding.”

 “I wasn’t.” Bill replied, rolling up the sleeves on his grey t-shirt that fit him quite tightly and flattered his toned, elongated frame.

 I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to him, but it seemed getting close in a way that wasn’t just friendly seemed messy and I wasn’t willing to lose my best friend, we’ve virtually been this close since we met a year ago.

 “Shut up, Bill.” I scoffed, turning my back to him and adding spices and garlic to the stir fry I was preparing for our dinner.

 In all honesty, part of me just didn’t want to look at him anymore, mostly out of embarrassment.

 He was right, and truthfully I was ashamed of being the way I was with people, sometimes I crave to be more like him. So affirmative, confident and attractive.

 I was so caught up in my thought that I didn’t feel his arms wrap around me, I gasped and looked down.

 “You’re gonna burn the food.” He murmured softly in my ear, his fingers grasping the stove’s dial and turning it down.

 I shivered at the feeling of his breath against the skin on my neck, and I could almost feel his lips turn upwards into a satisfied smile.

 He grasped me enough to turn me around back to face him, his eyes searching my face as I started right at him.

 He stepped back and relaxed, smiling casually like this situation wasn’t awkward at all.

 Bill has never made me feel like this before, there has never ever been an ounce of awkwardness within the friendship, until he basically offered to be my booty call.

 “Relax, Mya. I’m joking! Lighten up!”

 I gasped and smacked his arm, which only made him guffaw.

 “You scared me for a second, I full on thought you were serious. What would you have done if I agreed? Huh?” I retorted, placing my hands on my hips.

 “To be quite honest, I’d have dropped my pants right here and fucked you over the counter.”

 “You’re crazy.” I shook my head, his comment didn’t really phase me. Bill was blunt and just spoke his mind, he never really thought about was he was thinking, wether it was appropriate or not to say out loud.

 “I don’t know why you’re so against it, I’m single, you’re single. We’re best friends and it’s not like I haven’t seen you in your underwear before, I spoon you in it all the time!” He defend, waving his arm around.

 “We’re just friends, Bill. I’m grateful that you offered, it was kind and slightly weird but it was nice of you.”

 “Come on, Mya. You just said you wanted sex, not a relationship. I’m so up for it, and yeah, we are best friends. But that’s not a bad thing, it might be awkward at first but that’ll soon go! Think about it…” He urged, staring into my eyes.

 I bit my lip.

 It could be fun…

 I shook the thoughts away, and ran my fingers through my hair.

 “Things would be awkward, I can’t lose you..” His light eyes moved over my face, from my eyes down to my lips.

 I sighed, slightly surprised that I’d even considered using my best friend to take out all my sexual needs on.

 Bill took in a sharp breath and took a step towards me, making me back up against the wall of my kitchen.

 “I bet I can change your mind.” He whispered.

 My breathing hitched slightly as Bill was really close to me, his hands on either side of my head. He was pretty tall, over 6 feet. But I was also pretty tall, he was probably about 5 inches taller than me.

 We were really close together but I couldn’t bring myself to push him away despite how crazy this sounded.

 Before I knew what was happened, his lips were on mine and I was eagerly responding. My arms moved up to his hair, running my fingers through the length of it, tugging ever so slightly.

 There was a sense of urgency within his touch, his large hands moving down my sides to my hips where he clutched them almost painfully.

 It didn’t feel particularly abnormal for me to be kissing him, after all we were both after sex.

 I removed my hands from his hair and moved them to his cheeks, with one hand on either side of his face, I detached our lips.

 Our eyes met and we were both breathing heavily, almost panting.

 I couldn’t deny the fact I was aroused and Bill definitely couldn’t.

 “Why did you stop?” He questioned, frowning.

 “I don’t know if this is a good idea, Bill. I’m really worried things will get strange, once we have sex, we can’t just forget it. I don’t want our friendship to change, you’re the only person I can count on.”

 Bill shook his head in disagreement, he glanced at me for just a second before hastily pinning my arms above my head and moving his mouth to my neck.

 I let out a soft moan.

 “Okay fuck it.” I gave in completely, I crumbled under his touch. I was horny and he was too, that’s all that was required in this situation.

 Bill didn’t need to hear anything else because within seconds our hands were all over eachother, mine were tugging his shirt over his head and his were confidently unbuttoning my plaid shirt, pushing it back over my shoulders and revealing my black, lacy, see through bra.

 He groaned and moved his mouth to my chest, he payed particular attention to my cleavage and had a strong grip on me as I hastily undid his belt, practically yanking his black jeans open.

 Bill paused for a second and I momentarily freaked out, hoping he hadn’t changed his mind. If he had, it was certain that I’d be taking a very long shower and attempting to satisfy my needs myself.

 To my relief he only stopped to yank my leggings down my legs and I responded by kicking them off, as he also did the same with his skinny jeans.

 Bill and I were left in our underwear, him in his black boxers and myself in very revealing underwear. I watched as he looked me up and down, running his thumb across his plump bottom lip. His stare was hungry and dark, but there was something comforting about it, I wasn’t scared of him, not at all.

 In a flash Bill had picked me up and set me on the counter, his lips were on mine once again and he hands fought to undo the clasp of my bra, I hadn’t even noticed he’d gotten it off until his mouth moved from mine, I let out a quiet noise of dissatisfaction until he’d moved to my pierced nipples.

 I grasped his hair again, arching into his touch.

 “Your piercings are so sexy, fuck.” He muttered, pulling away and observing my almost naked state.

 He ran his fingers back through his hair, making it even more dishevelled.

 He bit his lip as he watched me remove myself from the counter, pressing my bare body against his.

 I could feel every inch of him, I could feel the heat radiating from his body and I could sense the excitement of what was to come.

 This didn’t feel strange or unnatural, it just felt good.

 “You’re beautiful.” He spoke, running his fingers down my arms.

 I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his comment, I was never one for compliments and he hated that.

 He kissed me gently and gripped my waist before pulling back with a smirk.

 “So, do you wanna do it here or in bed?”

 I sucked in a quiet breath, not quite believing we were gonna be doing this. I wasn’t that confident but at that moment I’m unsure what possessed me, because I stood up straight and smirked.

 “My room.” I answered, pulling on his hand, leading him out of the kitchen and away from the clothes that were scattered all over.

 I could feel Bill’s eyes on my backside as we walked to my room, him behind me as I seductively pulled him inside.

 As soon as we entered my room Bill slammed the door shut, span me around and picked me up, My legs were wrapped around his slim waist and our mouths were fighting for dominance once again. Bill had obviously been in my bedroom so many times before, but not quite like this. What we were doing now was bit of a step up compared to eating snacks in my bed while we watched a shitty film on the flat screen that he’d mounted to the wall for me. He knew where to take me even with me block his view, and before I knew it he’d practically thrown me onto the grey bed sheets.

 He had nothing but a pure expression of lust on his face, I propped myself up on my elbows and I ignore the sudden feeling of awareness that I was lay on the bed, in just a sheer pair of Brazilian knickers infront of my best friend who was 6 years older than me.

 I was so invested in my own panic that I hadn’t noticed Bill move onto the bed, he managed to knock me onto my back gently.

 His eager mouth went to my throat, kissing and biting down gently. My hips bucked unintentionally and Bill let out a dry laugh against my skin, his hand wondering down between my breasts, over my stomach and to the waistline of my underwear where he paused before pushing his hand down under the material.

 I let out yet another moan and his fingers explored while he began to kiss me once again.

 “Please.” I begged against his touch, between kisses.

 “You sure about this?” He questioned as he pulled away and kneeled at my feet, and I bit my lip in response.

 I hesitated slightly, could our next move ruin everything?

 Bill didn’t give me a chance to properly reply before he’d yanked my underwear off, well, ripped them off and buried his face between my legs.

 This time the noise that escaped my body was something I’d never let out before.

 His mouth worked magic, he knew every spot. He licked and sucked every part that made my body convulse in pleasure and writhe, he knew what made me weak.

 I wanted the feeling to last forever, it had been a long time since I’d felt touch like this. Infact, I’d never felt the way that Bill was making me feel.

 A sound of disappointment left my mouth as I felt his tongue move away from where I wanted it most and he leaned back over me, wiping his full lips.

 I tugged eagerly on his boxers.

 “Off.” I pleaded, pinching the elastic between my manicured fingers.

 Bill complied, standing up from the bed and watching me intently as he pushed his underwear to the floor.

 My eyes dropped to his impressive length and I mentally gulped, it had been a considerable amount of time since I’d had sex, weeks, months even.

 “Get on your hands and knees.” Bill demanded, his voice strong and confident.

 “Wait, Bill… promise me this won’t change things between us.”

 “Chill, Mya. It’s just sex, remember? No strings, no feelings, just two friends fucking. Now do as I ask, turn around.”

 I complied and was soon on all fours, facing away from him. I could feel his fingertips lightly tracing out my spine, moving to my ass where he slapped it pretty hard.

 I smirked, I wasn’t unfamiliar with what Bill was into. We’d shared those details a few times before, and he’d told me after he hooked up with a few different women.

 Jealousy cursed through me when he used to tell me, because I never got to feel the way those women felt. I felt like a stranger to pleasure, like I’d forgotten what the touch of a man felt like.

 “You’re still on the pill, right?” He asked and I looked back with a timid nod, this was happening now.

 It felt like a lifetime since we’d had the conversation of being friends with benefits, but in reality it had probably been about 10 minutes.

 And within seconds, I felt him rub against me while he stood behind me, one hand pressed to the small of my back.

 “You’re literally dripping wet, I like that.”

 I can’t explain to you the feeling of having Bill inside me, pounding away while one hand was tangled in my hair and the other clawing at my back.

 It felt like there was shocks of electricity cursing through my veins. I have no idea how long we were doing it for but I do know that I finished multiple times and we explored many positions.

 Before I knew it I was riding Bill, while both his hands cupped my breasts, sheer satisfaction was plastered across his beautiful face as I rode him, moving my hips against his.

 His lips parted and he clenched his fists before moving them to my hips, his eyes tightly closed for a second before springing open.

 “I’m close.” He let out between clenched teeth and this only encouraged me to spur on and grind against him harder as he was deep inside me.

 One hand left my hips to clench at the sheets, balling them up in his tight fist.

 “I’m coming.”

 My head dropped back as I continued to move while he finished, the feeling was indescribable.

 I slowed down completely and just sat onto of him as he gained composure and rode out his orgasm.

 “Fuck.” He breathed out between pants, both of our chests heaving.

 I braced myself against him, my hands flat on his chest. My red gel polish created such a huge contrast against his milky skin, and I took a moment to observe him.

 “Thank you.” I whispered and he let out a little smile.

 Bill had made me feel alive and I’d forgotten how much I missed sex, and even just the touch of a man.

 He tugged on my wrist, urged me to lie by him. I awkwardly removed myself from him and lay down beside him as he managed to manoeuvre the sheets so that they were over us.

 “That was so good, you have no idea. This is gonna be so much fun, I just know it.” Bill grinned, pushing the hair from his face and turning his head to look at me.

 I rolled my eyes playfully.

 He was right, this was gonna be fun.

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- Just a quick little note, this will be a story with mutliple chapters but I’ve had this idea for awhile and just needed to get it onto paper, I wanna see what feedback it gets before I do Chapter 2, I worked quite hard on this and I hope you like it :)