just a short while

Listen I am so here for platonic “I love you"s. I don’t care if you think "I love you” is some sacred phrase to only utter to one person in your life, i don’t care if you think it makes me look overbearing. I say “I love you” to my friends every time I say goodbye because I want them to know 100% without a doubt that I care for them and love them and am there for them so so much.

drew some scrappy and very very late to the game designs for those adventure boys

Some Gochi for my followers, love you guys! Thanks for being there, enjoying my fanart and my blog :)

Attention all writers

Don’t. Delete. Your work. Don’t throw it away, burn your paper notes and scribbles, character doodles and failed verses. Keep a record of everything you do, every trip and every hilariously bad piece of work. Because often its hard to see the quality of your own work up close. In a few years, you’ll be rummaging around trying to find a different paper, and you’ll find some scrumpled draft scene from a book you started writing but gave up on. And you’ll read through it, and there’ll be lines that /sing/. You won’t recognise your work for the first few lines, and you’ll be thrown out of the writers chair and into the audience for the first time, and you’ll be able to have the magical experience of hearing your own words and not knowing how the sentence ends. And yeah, sometimes it’ll be laughably bad, but then you can see how far you’ve come. And when its not bad, its usually really, really good.
Keep your notes. Keep copies of your drafts and keep your old notebooks. You are your own best inspiration.

Not Safe (C.H)

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warnings: cussing, mention of religion

A.N: i’m not christian so i’m sorry if any of what i say is offensive,, im trying not to mention as much religion…

His hands started to give out from holding his weight up for so long, so he hovered above on his elbows for support. That deepened the kiss. Tongue was everywhere, you wouldn’t even know what the goal was with this tongue. His crotch brushed against hers, a slight tough but enough to make him moan her name ever so loudly into her neck.

“Oh, Y/N,” he sighed into her neck. He placed small kisses on her neck and on her shoulder, moving back up to her neck. He was having the time of his life. As for her, she stared up at the ceiling. In lust? In desperation? Was she grabbing onto his shirt, desperate for a deeper touch? No. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes filled with boredom, her breathing stable, her body stiff as wood. The routine was simple and the same. Her five year long boyfriend would come over for steak and mashed potatoes for dinner with her parents, sometimes it was with mac and cheese when her mom felt adventurous! Then they’d go up to her room for their 7-8 study session, only to turn into an intense make out session. Or an intense make out session for him. But it never ended with sex. The Lord would not approve of premarital sex. Please do not break the routine.

He let out a grunt and placed one last kiss to her collarbone, letting out a deep sigh. He lifted his head above hers and touched their noses, rubbing his tip against hers. “God, I want to marry you,” he sighed. His eyes were still closed in lust as he savored her smell, the taste of her. Her eyes were wide open, her lips forming a fake smile to show him she was just as enthusiastic as he was. His eyes opened to meet hers and he returned a bigger smile to her. He kissed the tip of her nose and slowly made his way off of her, letting out a loud groan as he made his way up. He sat back on the bed and watched as she made her way up as well, her hair just slightly messed up from the slight head movements on the pillow, her lips glistening from spit and chap stick. Their eyes met and his smile turned into a smirk, proud of his work of art. She placed her hands in her lap and returned a small smile. He furrowed his eyebrows and reached up to move a strand of hair away from her face.

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I knew what true love would feel like. Or maybe sound like and look like. I’ve read about it in books all my life, I’ve watched it in movies. And I was expecting something just like what I read. And then last night you said something. It wasn’t anything like those books. It wasn’t romantic or poetic or anything. But those words were dripping with love, and those words were full of feelings, real, true, heartfelt feelings. And I fell for you all over again. I thought I know how to love, but you inspire me still. I can’t say I’ve fallen in love, but one thing is sure, I’ve found love in you. I’d read about men like you, and love like ours, but that was fiction. I didn’t know it can exist, or yes maybe I hoped it can, but I didn’t entirely believe in it. But yes it does. And all I can be is thankful to have no one, but you in my life. But it breaks my heart to know I am not yours to keep, neither are you mine to be. And all I wish is that you find someone you truly deserve and someone who’s worth you. Because you are the kind of person who’d love the f*ck outta her, and that is also what you deserve in return. I am grateful, that the universe let your soul stop by, even if it was just for a short while.
—  nidhibhasin 

andreil going on roadtrips is literally??? just the?? warmest thing ever????? they werent able to do it before, for spring break, because of all the bad stuff that happened…but just imagine like sometime in the summer. for 2 weeks or so they get to be together, alone, free of worry leaving it all behind ((including kevin much to his distaste bc he didnt want to have the court so far from him but hes able to stick with his dad so its ok. also andrew pulled out the knives))

  • having just the road beyond them!!! they travel for hours with no real destination in mind, only the feeling of being able to be with each other like this 
  • with their fingers loosely laced together in the middle of the console and the windows down with the wind blowing through their hair. sometimes neil will stick his head out to really breathe in and feel his blood rushing because freedom is right here in front of him in the palms of his hands and it feels so good
  • andrew glances at him before turning back to the road again and his heart is clenching and burning with this entirely new feeling because neil still feels like a fucking pipe dream even though he is right there with him. and he always will be.
  • after a while they’d stop at a rest area, or maybe just the shoulder of an empty road. andrew would step out and go to neil’s side and lean against the hood of the car while lighting 2 cigs
  • they both breathe in the smoke while they lean back to stare at the starry sky which is extremely clear without light pollution, except its only neil doing so, because andrew is staring at him from the corner of his eye instead
  • the awe on neil’s face makes the realization hit him that he’d burn down the world if that meant nothing would ever be able to take this away from him again ((am i speaking about neil’s happiness, or neil with andrew? ;)))
  • this muddles his thoughts and almost melts his fucking brain, so much that he has to ask “yes or no?” and pulling neil in by the collar of his shirt when he whispers out a “yes. always yes.” and biting his bottom lip for the last of it in retaliation which makes neil smile against his mouth
  • they spend nights in shitty motels with junk food and candy surrounding them on their bed, courtesy of andrew
  • theyre wrapped in blankets like a cocoon and sharing kisses and nuzzles to necks and soft touches like hands running through hair, warm hands on the back of necks and sometimes barely-there fingertips grazing up and down arms when andrew is comfortable with it
  • neil will send a pic of them on the balcony with the sunrise behind them to the foxes’ groupchat and everyone dies from it. andrew is glaring at neil and flicks the ash of his cig towards him and neil just smiles
  • neil would want to go on runs in the morning, to stick to routine, to sometimes push away nightmares he had the night before, but in the end he will always come back to andrew because he knows he no longer has to be actually on the run. and andrew will be waiting for him
  • and he is, with takeout breakast and a 2nd cig in between his fingers for him, and the steadying presence with the feeling of home
  • they dont exactly have plans for their days, just whatever comes to mind and whats easy, either lazing about watching boring movies with andrew’s legs thrown across neil’s lap or andrew slowly taking neil apart bit by bit with hot hands and harsh kisses. it all works for them
  • ((once neil asked if he’d wanna go running with him sometime and maybe check out whats around and what to do and andrew just stares blankly at him like ‘are you kidding me’ and neil has the audacity to laugh))
  • and even after many years that pass they’ll still take these roadtrips, a lot of them on a whim just to get away from everything and to wrap up into each other and feel how they still fit together like 2 pieces of a puzzle even after all this time
  • until the end of forever

Prompt: “You’re famous and just got asked if you were ever in love this should be good– WAIT WHAT” AU

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Author’s Note: Just a little drabble because Valentine’s Day is nearing. Enjoy!

Originally posted by geekyyears9

“What are we watching?” You asked, waltzing into the living room with a carton of ice cream and a spoon dangling from your mouth. Your roommate patted the empty spot on the couch next to her and pointed to the television. “The S.A.G Awards?” You asked dully.

“I just want to see if Stranger Things wins any awards,” she replied. “If not, we can turn it and find something to watch on Netflix.”

“Sounds fair.” You replied, with a mouthful of ice cream.

Moments later, your jaw went slack when you heard the announcer start talking about their next guest. You could see your roommate looking at you from your peripherals, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the screen.

“I’m here with Sebastian Stan who picked up a nomination tonight for last year’s Captain America: Civil War. How are you doing tonight, Sebastian?”

“We can turn it, if you want.” Your roommate mentioned, picking up the remote from the couch and pointing it at the t.v. 

“No,” you replied. “It’s okay.”

Sebastian- or Seb, as you used to call him- gave the interviewer generic answers. He was doing good, he was happy to be there, he was excited about the nomination, and talked about his upcoming projects. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. He looked great. Older. More mature than the boy you met nearly ten years ago when you were an intern on a movie set. 

It was your first production job, and his first major role.

You shook your head, trying not to think about the time when the two of you dated briefly. After all, it had been a long time since then, and he had definitely moved on. Even if it took you a little longer, you were- for the most part- over it.

“With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, we have to ask, have you ever been in love?”  The interviewer asked with a smile.

“Oh this ought to be good.” You muttered with another bite of ice cream, trying to hide your bitterness. Your roommate snickered beside you. “I mean, he’s dated how many girls in Hollywood?”

Sebastian just smiled, “there was one,” he said. “She was an intern on the set of The Covenant, it was a long time ago. We had a falling out, went our separate ways, it happens.”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head at his words. You were almost certain there were no other interns that he was involved with, and that meant that he had to be talking about you.

“The one who got away, huh?” The woman asked, Seb shrugged. “Any chance you might see her again?”

“You never know,” he replied. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this business, it’s that you never know who you might meet or run into. It’s crazy.”

“That it is. Well thank you for your time, Sebastian, and good luck tonight.”

He looked into the camera and gave a small wink before moving along to the next interviewer. Your heart was beating so rapidly that you couldn’t think straight, and wondered if what you had just heard was real. 

“Did that just-” you stopped mid-sentence, to look at your roommate who shared the same surprised look on her face.

“Yeah,” she replied.

“He was talking about-” You began again, but trailed off.

“I think so,” she answered once more. “You have to call him.”

“I am not calling him.”

“Text him then.”

“No!” You exclaimed, standing up off of the couch and making your way to the freezer to put your ice cream away. “He probably doesn’t even have the same number.”

You turned around to see your roommate with your phone and smirk on her lips. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to find out.” She replied as she handed the phone out to you. Before you could take it back, she pulled it back quickly and looked at the screen. “Oh my gosh, he’s replying.”

You grabbed the phone quickly before she could read the next message, which would probably be ‘who’s this’ or ‘wrong number’. But when the message popped up on the screen, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. 

“I was hoping you’d see that.”

Friendly reminder that Light would probably trick you into liking him, even if you knew/had an idea of his psychopathic and murderous nature. He is the definition of charm, charisma and good behavior, and you would probably find yourself in a situation were you are wondering whether anything you thought and knew about him was actually true.

Light is an asshole - don’t get me wrong - but he sure as hell knows to keep that a secret.

*Blasts I Like It Rough by Lady Gaga on the background*

The one where Harry gives Y/N a little punishment

“Over my knee, now,” his face was so stern it gave you shivers down your spine. Sure, you have been quite needy, and you have done wrong for trying to get his attention by touching yourself in front of him. It was a rule to never do that when you’re on your own - since he’s the only one who can touch you and make you feel good - plus the added bonus of doing it in front of him made him livid.

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Mamma Mia

So I just remembered that 1D did a short ABBA cover a while back. It starts at :34.

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Here’s my design for Shiro in the Voltron paranormal investigation team AU! Unlike the rest of the team, he can actually see ghosts. (He doesn’t tell Lance that some of them make faces at him while they’re filming episodes of their reality show bwahahahahaha)

You can find paranormal investigators Keith and Pidge here and here!

Hunk and Lance are here!

Allura and Coran are here!

pearlo  asked:

Yuuri and Victor for playing footsie, please!

THIS REALLY GOT AWAY FROM ME. and by got away from me I mean this got long.


It starts the night Yuuri’s new rink mates invite him and Victor out for dinner. 

They end up at a tapas bar, of all places. Mila had suggested it while lifting Yurio above her head. 

“The small plates are perfect for his tiny hands!”

“I will end you.” Yurio’s feet windmilled through the air as though that would magically provide him leverage.

“Awww, Yura, are you not enjoying the view?”

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