it's been a while since i made a thing

anonymous asked:

Is it normal to be worried about the fandom right now? Because I've seen so many people who say "Sorry I've just grown out of it" and what not.. It just makes me worry because I love Hetalia too much to let it go, since it made me smile in my darkest times. I feel like the fandom's shrinking and I can't even find the guts to talk to anyone in it without being an anon.

Mm… I won’t say it’s unrealistic to be worried for a fandom you love possibly loosing its relevance and thus disappearing, but - personally - I’m not all that worried. 

I’ve been on this site since I joined the fanbase (heck, it’s the only reason I joined) and while I do see many people leave to join newer things, I also constantly see new people come to us. The shift in favorable topics may not cater to my interests but it doesn’t make me any less interested in the series and discussing it with fans. 

What we have to realize is that everything at one point or another will be someone’s phase. Hetalia was a phase for many people - a lot of them young. If there’s one thing I can guarantee it’s that nostalgia is a strong force never to be reckoned with. They’ll be back.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) And so long as Hima keeps the series going the fanbase will never die. We are cinders waiting for a spark.

And, you know, if you’re worried there’s always trying to keep it afloat by making fanwork. Being anonymous is easy on the internet.


Lunafreya Nox Fleuret ; The Passing of the Oracle


And we take another step into the truly unknown, don’t know why but it’s somewhere that we have to go. And it’s dangerously wonderful, so come on, come on, come on, come on.

loving someone - part one

BLURB : years after the IT incident, the loser’s slowly drift apart due to a misunderstanding on eddie’s behalf. the misfits haven’t been the same since that summer. now eddie comes face to face with the mistake he made six months prior and his world gets turned upside down all because the losers didn’t try hard enough.

PAIRINGS : reddie

WARNINGS: homophobia, depression, mentions of suicide

read on ao3

A/N If we want to be real legit i wrote this while listening to the 1975 and I think its one of the best things I’ve ever done so if you guys like it I’m doing a part two bc I want this to become a series maybe idk tell me what u think!

words - 900

Eddie brought the pale blue inhaler up to his mouth with his right hand, pushing the hard plastic between his lips and holding. He released his grasp on the canister and took a deep breathe, feeling the medicine enter his lungs, relief fell over him. He brought the dispenser away from his lips with an exasperated sigh and glanced behind his shoulder.

 “You’ve been smoking again Richie.” Eddie stated with a slight quirk of his eyebrow. He could practically taste the nicotine in the air. He cast a quick look in Richie’s direction before turning back to the book that rested in his other hand.

 Eddie was not impressed.

Attached to Richie’s side was a barely conscious female. Eddie thought she was all too skinny to be able to hold herself up right. What a perfect match for Richie Tozier then.

“What are you doing here, Ed’s?” Richie questioned. He had long lost any form of character; his jokes were gone, his bad accents faded away. To an outsider, which is what you would call Eddie nowadays, Richie was a depthless human being void of any personality. He smoked too much and ran with the wrong crowd. He was a mystery to all those around him and if you thought you knew him you were wrong.

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie’s reply was hasty and subconscious. He sat on the table top, impatiently waiting for the boy to leave, he eagerly anticipated Bill’s own arrival, knowing that his appearance would send Richie away. None of the Loser’s, if you could still call them that, had spoken to Richie in months. They barely even spoken to each other, but they had all at least attempted to keep in minimal contact.

All those expect Richie, who a few months back decided to drop off the face of Earth never to be heard from until he resurfaced a few months ago unconscious and laying in a hospital bed. Rumours spread like wild fire, majority claiming him he had tried to O.D but just become another name added to the never ending list of unsuccessful suicide candidates.

 He stopped talking to the Loser’s and prevented any of the six to ever get closer enough to try. No one had ever found out the truth as to why the boy had disappeared. He was see moping around town and barely attending school, leeching off whichever drug addicted teenager could supply him with cigarettes. Richie had lost an extreme amount of weight which paired with his tall, long limbed frame made Eddie want to vomit.

Deep down he missed the boy a lot, he’d never tell him that because this Richie Tozier who stood present in front of him with dark circles under his eyes and the forever lingering smell of tobacco was not his Richie Tozier.  As he stood in front of Eddie for the first time in five months all the small boy wanted to do was hug him and never let go.

Eddie was beyond pissed that it was now of all times that Richie made his presence in Eddie’s life prominent again, after he left everything else fell apart. Eddie blamed Richie for all of it and he was not too quick to forgive him.

Eddie was broken out of his thoughts by a loud cough. Gazing in the direction of the noise, he locked eyes with Bill and noticed Stan trailing on behind. His body instantly relaxed as he stood to greet his old friends.

Richie turned in his place and watched the interaction between the three boys that he was hardly seen without during majority of his childhood. Enduring all three original members of their little club in such proximity to himself, was overwhelming to say the least. He could feel his face heating up and his heart beat erratically, if he stayed any longer he thought he may just have a panic attack.

So, he took one last glance at the teens who seem to be having a mental conversation between one another, before pulling the sleeve of the ratty blonde-haired girl and heading in the opposite direction.  

Eddie glanced over to he now vacant spot where Richie once stood. Repressing the guilty feeling that was creeping its way into his heart.

“W-what’d he w-want?” Bill asked, eyebrows frowning on confusion as he starred at the side of Eddie’s face.

 Eddie shrugged his shoulders in response, his head shook slightly. “He didn’t get that far.” Eddie paused to look up at Stan, swallowing a lump in his throat. “Do you think he’s okay?”

“I think it’s a bit late to ask that question, isn’t it?” Eddie felt his hand shake, and if Bill or Stan had ever asked, he would’ve blamed it on the wind for sending a chill down his spine. They all knew that would be a lie.

“What did I do wrong?” Eddie’s asks lowly, voice cracking through a sob, “What’d we do wrong?” Bill set his arm around Eddie’s shoulder, pulling him into a side hug. A sad smile playing on his lips, as he watches Eddie’s eyes glass over using his peripheral vision.

He glanced at Stan who just shook his head in disappointment before saying, “We just didn’t try hard enough.”

A/N I get too excited when I write I s2g I wasn’t gonna post this today. if yall want part two let me know!

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well isn’t it funny? it was sort of like as if you were coming from the pool…




I have been meaning to go through my sim bin 5ever. These sims (most of them anyway) are all old versions of my characters that ended up sitting in my bin after I remade them. For example, #2 & 3 are old versions of my character Georgie before I settled on a final version for her. These were supposed to be released as my 2800 follower milestone before I restarted my blog but I never got around to it, then again when I restarted and hit 100. BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER, RIGHT?! I hope you all can enjoy them and put them to some kind of use since they’ve been collecting dust for quite a while now and I feel bad just deleting them agajhd. ╮(╯▽╰)╭


✧ Available in .sim only
✧ You have the option to download your preferred base sim by its corresponding number or all bases in a zip file
✧ All CC was removed for these pictures and that’s how they come, they’re wearing only a default skin & default contacts, as well as lashes
✧ Sims #1 & #4 were originally made from bases by @25pxls & @plumblobs, #4 was based off Priyanka Chopra and it is possible for her to look as such (see here)


✧ Do NOT claim as your own or redistribute
✧ No paysites
✧ Use them however you want, for whatever you want
✧ Tag @pixldust, I’d love to see what you do with them!


A post on why I love jingyeom
  • They make each other happy. Jinyoung has said before that Yugyeom gives him energy, and it’s obvious that Yugyeom loves being around Jinyoung. Watch this fancam where Jinyoung seemed tired until he looked at Yugyeom and he became so happy he even forgot to sing (from 2:02). Find yourself someone who makes you that ecstatic, basically. 
  • They are on the same wavelength. Yes they’re always bickering, but it seems like they really enjoy doing that? It almost feels like watching a tennis match, the way they give and take. Like in their Got2Day interview (from 6.25) where Yugyeom makes this gesture at him and instead of ignoring it Jinyoung goes ‘we should make that into Got7′s next dance’ (simultaneously praising and making fun of Yugyeom, aka his favourite thing to do). Just a small example of how well they respond to each other. They’d make a good comedic duo. And they usually end things with a handshake, as though to say: ‘that was another good match’.
  • They confide in each other. Yugyeom has said that he trusts Jinyoung a lot and has depended on him since he was a trainee. Jinyoung has mentioned that it’s nice to talk about problems with Yugyeom because he listens well. They just seem really comfortable around each other and though their friendship might be low-key, it’s probably one of the strongest in the group.
  • They believe in each other. It’s no secret that Jinyoung is Yugyeom’s #1 hype man, always making sure that Yugyeom gets to show off his talents and gets to speak in interviews. Yugyeom also has said multiple times that he respects Jinyoung. Basically they always have each other’s back!
  • They find each other attractive. Hello, the tension between them?? (This is all flirting and also they look in love at 1.25, just saying). Not to mention the way Jinyoung looks at Yugyeom when he dances (from 2.20 onwards - same) and Yugyeom going into full blushing mode when Jinyoung does his sexy dance (also same). Add to that all the mutual compliments and you get the idea. 
  • They’re fun. You can’t have a boring show when you put Jinyoung and Yugyeom next to each other - whether they bicker or flirt or are being soft, they just have such a great dynamic. And they agree with this, look how happy they were when teamed up for making cocktails.
  • They’re hyper focussed on each other. Jinyoung can’t leave Yugyeom alone, it doesn’t matter where they are. Likewise Yugyeom is always trying to get a reaction out Jinyoung. They are like magnets. 
  • They look great together. No further explanation needed. Two distinctive visuals, I mean, wow. Also isn’t it kind of cute that Yugyeom, being the younger one, towers over Jinyoung (but then Jinyoung beats him at arm wrestling and most other things, so that evens it out). 
  • tl;dr jingyeom should be loved for al the above reasons, but it’s not as much as they love each other, the end. 

anonymous asked:

Make out session with Levi story/headcannon thing?

This got so out of control, omg. And the best thing about writing for Levi is not only making y’all happy, but making mod Spookzz happy as well since Levi is her bae. Anyways, takes place in a modern AU where Levi is a lawyer. Enjoy, anon! 

The sound of the lock turning and the jingle of a set of keys forcefully shoved you out of the reverie you had fallen into and you glanced at the door in anticipation. A large stack of papers sat untouched on the coffee table, but you paid no heed to it, too invested in your apartment door opening; or, rather, just who was walking through it.

It was fairly obvious that Levi was exhausted. The bags beneath his eyes were dark violet in color, which only indicated that he probably hadn’t slept on his ten hour plane ride despite having his own private quarters. “Tough flight?” you asked rhetorically, taking his jacket from over his arm in order to hang it up in the coat closet.

 “A shit show,” replied Levi as he wheeled his suitcase off to a corner and walked into the kitchen area. If he was in no hurry to unpack his clothes in case they were wrinkled, then it was super obvious that he had a hell of a time getting home. You watched in silent awe for a split second as Levi’s arm muscles stretched against his shirt’s fabric, the sleeves rolled over his forearms while he rummaged through a cabinet, searching for something that you could only guess was tea. It wasn’t uncommon for you to step back and admire your boyfriend’s physique because you were fairly positive he was, single-handedly, the most attractive man you ever laid eyes on in your entire life, but this was only amplified by the fact that you had gone for two whole months without being able to see him save for infrequent Skype calls.

 You crossed your arms over your chest and reluctantly pried your eyes away from his ass in favor of looking him in the eye. “Crying baby? Turbulence?” you offered in slight amusement.

 When Levi finished placing the kettle on the stove, he braced his back on the counter and revealed, “No. Every time the flight attendant saw me placing the cushion down on the chair to try and get some sleep, she’d insist on doing it and tucking me in like a fucking five year old.”

 A chuckle escaped through your lips, only to grow into pure laughter at the thought of how grumpy Levi must have been at the poor woman who was only trying to do her job. Levi hated being touched by strangers, after all. “That’s what you get when you fly first class on a flight that’s longer than seven hours.”

 “Erwin can shove it up his ass next time he forces me to go out of the country,” Levi humorously stated, even if he wasn’t trying to be funny, intentionally.

 You rolled your eyes at his typical antics and motioned towards the microwave. “I made you lunch a little while ago, but it should still be warm.”

 “…You cooked and didn’t burn down the entire apartment?” Although it was a question, Levi had worded it more like a statement, much to you annoyance. Huffing, you pushed past him and opened the microwave, revealing the plate you had made. While you weren’t the most spectacular chef to ever live, your best friend had been delicately coaching you on how to make simple things when Levi wasn’t home to cook. While your arrangement of cooking and cleaning duties worked just fine, you had wanted to do something nice for him since he had been eating out every night for the last two months.

“I already ate some earlier, you ass. It’s fine.”

In lieu of firing back and bruising your ego over its lackluster presentation, Levi merely sighed and placed the plate back into the microwave, heading towards the couch where he sat down with his freshly brewed mug. “I’ll shower then eat. There’s some stuff I need to get taken care of at the office.”

 Of all the things Levi could have said, the last thing you had been expecting was for him to head back to work. He was tired and you were deprived for eight whole weeks; like hell was Erwin stealing anymore of your time with him.

 Before he could even protest, you marched towards the couch and straddled his lap. Leaning in just a few centimeters from his lips, you restrained yourself from tasting him in order to declare, “No way. I haven’t seen you in two months. Erwin can handle paperwork or whatever the hell he has to do on his own.”

 Levi sighed and placed his mug off to the side, those gunmetal gray eyes that you had come to know and love inching down to the shape of your lips. Angling his head, his mouth brushed against your own and, just for a moment, you reciprocated and melted against him. Just as one of his hands carded in your hair and the other inched down to your waist, you reluctantly pulled away from him and smirked. “Nice try, but you’re not getting anything until you tell me you’re not going anywhere.”

 “You goddamn tease,” he muttered underneath his breath, which did a lot to inflate your ego even if it was just by a fraction. The defeat in his voice sang true of your minor victory, but nothing could have prepared you for the way he crashed his mouth back to your own in a desperate, heated kiss. Turning your head to the side, you shivered as soon as his hand began to trace down your spine, lingering close to the curve and dip of your lower back. It was hot and it was needy, but you could tell just in that moment that Levi had missed you just as much as you had missed him.

 When his tongue traced your bottom lip, you complied with vigor, your hands moving down to settle against the rigid muscles of his chest. Against your lips, you felt Levi smirk as his tongue explored your mouth, earning him a quiet noise of approval as his hand brushed across your thigh. Wanting the upper-hand for just a minute, you playfully nipped at his lip after he retracted his tongue before you braced your hands on his shoulders and pushed down, using all of your weight to hover over him to grind your hips into his own.

 “Fuck,” he groaned into your lips, breaking away from you in order to latch his mouth to your neck. Bracing his hand on the back of your head, he pulled you down and continued to pepper a line of hot kisses until he reached the junction of your neck where he ran his hot tongue across the area where shoulder met collarbone.

 You sighed in complete bliss, dark and lustful eyes meeting his own underneath you. “You are not allowed to leave the country ever again,” you declared, tilting your head back down in order to meet his lips for yet another mind-blowing kiss. He parted and took a moment to hold the side of your face in an almost uncharacteristically tender manner, studying your features as if trying to map them into the back of his subconscious.

 Tilting your cheek into his palm, you sighed and quietly confessed, “I missed you.”

 “Yeah. Me too.”

hopetale  asked:

Hello there ! :D It's been a while since I follow your blog and I want to tell you... that your art is really beautiful. <3 In fact, what I like the most about your blog is two things : the way you draw UF!Sans. I find him so... * blushing intensely * handsome ! And the other thing I love is how you draw UT!Papyrus. In the last drawing you made about him, my heart exploded in small pieces. I love this character and you made him even cuter !! I would love to hug them both ! Keep it up ! ^u^

this is the first time that someone tells me that I draw uf!sans ‘’handsome’’

 oh dear.. you are so cute <3 thank you~

bi3n3nstich  asked:

akafuri + hangover!AU

There was a rule in the Furihata-Akashi apartment.

There was a rule well and clearly established through trial and error and Akashi fucking broke it.

Do not drink when the other was drunk.

How hard was it to follow?

Furihata cursed colourfully at the pain booming in his head like a marching band. Akashi was sleeping next to him. Equally wasted by the looks of it and yet managing to steal all of his blankets. The bastard.

He rubbed his face, forcing his eyes to open by sheer willpower and groped for the glass of water that should be there on the dresser. But no. It wasn’t. Not today. Of course not. The great Akashi-sama did not fucking keep water on the dresser for his wasted roommate.   

He cursed again. And kicked Akashi off the bed.

Akashi yelped, grappled the sheets to sit up on the floor and yelled, “What the fuck was that for?”

Big Mistake.

They both winced loud, holding their heads and covering their ears.

Furihata hissed, “I lost my job, you ass. You were the one who broke the rule.”

Akashi pulled his face off the sheets to stare at him, aghast, “I got dumped!

Another bout of hissing ensued.

“Kouki.” The voice was muffled against the sheets, Akashi still sitting on the floor. “Can I come to bed now?”

Furihata pushed his face into his pillow, piling the blankets on himself before Akashi stole them again. He whispered hoarsely. “Get us water first.”


Five hours, two bottles of water and about four mugs of coffee later, Akashi spoke up. “You hated that job anyway.” An olive branch was extended.

Furihata commiserated, “And your date was such a jerk. Good thing I don’t have to see his face anymore.” Hence, peace reigned in the small two bedroom flat.

Akashi drifted closer, resting his back on the pillows and pulled Furihata into his arms. Furihata sighed, shuffled the blankets keeping an eye on the space Akashi took from his side and returned his hug. Burying their faces in each other’s necks, they held on to the weak embrace. Deeply repressed feelings threatened to erupt, words and promises on the tips of their tongues, held back forcibly. I am not what you deserve. You deserve so much more. Yet I want only you. Above all else.

They still hadn’t moved out of bed.

And neither had any inclination to.