know you inside out

anonymous asked:

🌻~BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens , but it's sweet to know that someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out.~🌻

Thanks Nonnie! You’re a sweetheart! I’ll tag (because I’m sure I’ll go over my ask limit! lol) @theycallmebecca @daisyjm75 @mycapt-ohcapt @missfirstavenger @ariallane @daisykane535 @writingcreatingstorytelling @alievans007 @princess-evans-addict @sashafoxx @magellan-88 @bloggingfromherbed @lillianfromaccounting @fallyn1961 @miss-cap21 @lady-meatball @ksgeekgirl @pegasusdragontiger @katemcgraw @holdthisspace-atempsideblog @amazon-x @chrisevansthedoritobastard @giftofdreams @toc1985 @capcevans81 @nicloetje @ubetterrunsquirrel @evilniblet 

You’re all beautiful and I hope that you all have a great weekend! xo

anonymous asked:

❤❤❤❤❤❤

for every ❤ i get in my inbox, i have to tag someone and compliment them!

lmao i knew someone would send a ton. thank you anon! <3

@derrygymnast

um heather is wonderful and amazing and kennedy is such an incredible oc?? to me she’s just as much one of the losers as the canon group because heather has put so much time into developing her and making her an amazing addition to the universe. heather writes her brilliantly and is also just such a kind amazing person? honestly wow.

@hawaiianspooks

madison wtf shipping with you has been the best/worst experience of my life because you destroy me with emotions almost every day. you’re an incredible writer and drawer (which is just completely unfair) and you know richie inside and out. it’s such a pleasure to be your friend, i love you sm!!

@trackshorts

what the hell i love you sm?? you write an incredible eddie and you’re so amazingly fun to chat with. i adore shipping with you, both because you care so much about eddie and his relationships with others, and because you’re a wonderful friend. keep up the amazing work!!

@realfor

you make my heart soar whenever i read any of your writing, seriously. you bring so much love and light to georgie and it just makes me smile! your prose is so beautiful and you care about him so much, not to mention you’re such a bright light in the community and a friend to everyone. thanks for being so amazing!

@menstral

uhhhh your bev is amazing and you care about her SO MUCH? holy frick i love reading all your head canons and everything else that you write about her. not to mention you make amazing edits (our promo, i cry) and you care about not only bev but all your muses with such love and adoration. you’re incredible!!

@itisaspook

i’ve told you a milli times but i love your richie with my whole heart. you’re such a wonderful friend. thank you for sending me songs that remind you of our boys and head canons and for writing with me and generally being amazing. i adore you!

doublearabianpunchfrontlayout  asked:

So.. I have the most amazing character idea in mind and I'm spending time learning exactly who she is, but I have no story ideas for how I could use her :( Do you have any tips?

In my experience, the more you get to know the character, the easier the story comes. 

Once you know your character inside and out, the story kind of just happens organically, because you know exactly what kind of situations your character would be in and what kind of situations they would never be caught dead in. 

I’d say spend a bit more time fleshing out your character. Once you know them like the back of your hand, try to think of some places or conflicts your character would potentially end up in, or places in the current story they might appear (like a pub, a school, a mountain, etc). 

Hope that helps!  

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Rich: …The Squips did this to him. Threw him off his balcony. It’s a miracle he’s still…ya know?

It’s been three months…but I’m not giving up hope yet! Jakey D is tough as nails and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s just waiting for the perfect moment to wake up again…

Just. I’ll be here for ‘im, like always, ‘cause he’s my pal. The closest bro I got.

signs you love her

1. you think she is beautiful even when she has acne all over her face and hair tied in a messy bun. you think she looks hot when she tries to be mad at you for being too hard on your self. you think she looks better than most of the human population and you think she looks best when she’s in your arms professing her love for you between sips of that bitter vodka you bought her.

2. you can’t stop thinking about her brown eyes, short black straight hair and freckled pointed nose. you can’t stop thinking of how her lips would feel against yours right this instance. you can’t stop thinking about how perfect her breasts feel in your hands. you can’t stop thinking about the late night conversation you had with her. you just can’t stop thinking about her even when you’re sipping coffee at starbucks, even when you’re watching a horror movie, even when you’re in class studying discrete math.

3. you know when she is angry, or when she is pissed at you for talking about other girls. you know what she likes to eat when she is on her period. you know when she is upset about that paper that she turned in late to her professor. you know she likes to be the centre of your attention always. you know she smiles when you hold her hand firmly in public. you know she bites her nails when she’s stressed out. you know her inside out.

4. you smile like a crazy man when you see her. you smile when someone says her name. you smile when you see a text message from her. you smile when you’re around her. you smile when people say you look good together. you smile when someone tells you she looks beautiful, like its a compliment for you and not her. you smile when she tells you she loves you. you smile when she tells you she loves to be your girl. you smile all day like an idiot and you smile until someone tells you to stop smiling because she’s not even around.

5. you talk about her to everyone, to your mom, to your bestfriend, to your room mate. you tell them everything about her. you tell them about how you read this tumblr post and it made you think of her. you tell them she’s perfect, not because of how she looks, or how smart she is, or how well she writes but because she’s yours. and only yours. you tell them how you don’t date a nine, but always a fucking ten, so yeah you tell everyone how and why she is a perfect ten.

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: The angry pants are coming off. It has been a long day of clothed rage and you deserve some rest.

Taurus: Nothing brings people closer together like being stuck together with maple syrup. Get your brush and bucket and go play matchmaker.

Gemini: Only the worthy are capable of whipping it good. Regardless, you must whip it.

Cancer: The key is to smoke two cigarettes at once so you can put both of them out in someones eyes at once. Plus, if you miss you have a second shot.

Leo: You’ve probably been cursed a couple times. It happens to everyone. Hell, you can draw someone poorly and accidentally curse them.

Virgo: So many things are growing inside you. You are a breeding ground for legions of tiny children and you shall conquer.

Libra: The moon is looking for you. Stay inside tonight, out of the light. You know who you are.

Scorpio: The more precarious the perch, the more meaningful every second spent there is.

Ophiuchus: Search the property for an old log. Burn it. It wont bring your coat back but it will kill the thing that ate it.

Sagittarius: The past leaks.

Capricorn: Doors are only locked for idiots that dont carry sledgehammers with them all the time.

Aquarius: We all know when heartbeats are a bad sign.

Pisces: Yes, it is amazing that you made an engine that runs on live wasps but next time you should ask permission first.

Am I the only one??

You come out the shower and get your shea butter that’s mixed with a bunch of other stuff. You begin to rub it into your skin..you happen to look in the mirror as the light from your ceiling fan or lamp, in the very moment that it hits your skin….and then you just pause — and take a minute to thank God because he put 24 karat gold on your skin as melanin. Like yeen had to bless me like this Fadda God. But You did. I don’t always think or know if I’m deserving. But You did.


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I have a confession... I don’t belong here.

I’m not usually one to to say how she feels, let alone write down how she feels, but recent events have made it hard to hide where I’m at, so I thought I’d take a page from my good friend’s book and lay it all out here. To see if it helps.

Over the last few months really exciting things have been happening. Some things you know about, some you don’t. Suffice it to say life is good. And I’m terrified. I am utterly a fish out of water. I am lost and confused. And no one knows it. My life used to be small. I was a sun flower in a small garden. I thrived on what water I had and was fine. Fine. ish. I wanted more. I pretended that I knew more than I did so that I wouldn’t seem like such and outsider to my peers. Fake it till you make it, right? I knocked down doors that were locked and found opportunities that were hidden away form me. I was succeeding at the unimaginable. And then I pushed. And I pushed. And I pushed. Until I found myself weeping from a broken back because I had been pushing at brick walls that wouldn’t budge. I’d pushed too hard. And I became so terrified that I would be discovered as a fraud that I became selfish and insensitive. All to conceal a devastating fact. I don’t belong here.

I grew up on a small farm. We as kids worked the farm to help out. My mother moved us around where she could find work when my father lost his eyesight. we struggled always but we survived. This isn’t meant to be a pity party. My folks are strong as fuck. My point is, none of this is supposed to happen to girls like me. I was just a girl who loved to make people laugh, who loved the theatre and was terrified of being invisible. But recent events have put me in a position where lack of anonymity is making my screw ups more prevalent to some. And its an awful feeling. I try really hard to appear to be a person that is supposed to live in this kind of situation I’m in, because I love it here. But the secret is, I have no idea what I’m doing. So I fuck up. And I perhaps come across as self-absorbed and opportunistic as a sad attempt to look mightier than the small town girl that I really am. This is my way of keeping people far enough away that they wont see the cracks in my armour.

Here’s my other big secret. I love a lot. Like A LOT. I cant help it. My attraction to good humans can not be harboured and I am not ashamed. You look at my phone and I generally have 7 text threads going on any given day. I want to know everything about you at all times. I want you to share your deepest passions and griefs with me. I wanna know you inside and out! Here’s the thing, I don’t like to let people love me. Fucked up right? I want to love you but I don’t want you to need me. Cause I’ll disappoint you and you’ll go away and then it’ll all be for nothing. If I’m really scared of your love i’ll be unemotional, or distant, or if you’re really lucky- I might even be mean. 

Anyway this is my point: This exact life I’m living right now is a combination of my greatest dream and my most terrifying nightmare. I am not invisible and I can’t escape the love and the loving needs of others. I’m living a life that many including myself have only dreamed of. And I’m terrified that I’m just going to screw it all up.

So I’m writing this to let you know I’m going to work really really hard and do my absolute best to not fuck this up. Any of it. This is the steepest learning curve I’ve ever had in my life and I can no longer hide the fact that I feel in over my head. But stick with me, K? I’ll figure it all out really soon. 

Thank you for everything that you’ve given me and the patience you continue to give me. I’m sorry if it seems like I’ve taken your love for granted. It’s actually just the opposite. I just didn’t want you to know ;)


LOVE IN ASTROLOGY

Okay so I’ve done Career and Childhood in astrology so I decided to go with one that I know a ton of people would find useful (personally I’m not really into the love side of astrology but I get why a lot of people are). So anyways, here’s where you should look in the natal chart to learn more about your approach to/experience with love!

Ascendant: An all-rounder placement for practically anything, the ascendant will show you how you come across to others and how you’re perceived, who you attract etc.

Descendant: Otherwise known as the 7th House cusp, this placement shows you who you attract intimately and how you behave in close, personal relationships.

Moon Placements/Aspects: When looking at committed relationships in particular, the moon placements/aspects will show us what makes us feel at home and comfortable. It’s important to look at these placements because any strong relationship needs a strong emotional foundation, so you should know your own inside out. 

Venus Placements/Aspects: No surprises here, Venus being the planet of love and romance, we look here to see how we initiate romantic pursuits, how we flirt etc. We also see the type of vibe we give off to other people and the house it’s in can show us where in our life we give a lot of our love to. It’s super important to look at Venus because it shows us what we want, what we’re attracted to and how we handle affairs of the heart.

Mars Placements/Aspects: Mars is the masculine counterpart of counterpart. When looking at it in relationships, we mainly focus on the sexual element. Our libido, sexual tastes etc. However, while that’s all well and useful, it’s also great to look at for anger. Being honest, it would be stupid to think that our capacity for anger and patience are irrelevant in relationships, so it’s important to look at Mars to pay attention to what gets on our nerves and furthermore, how we should handle our anger especially around others. 

5th House: The 5th House represents a multitude of things, joy, talent, children - but in this case, romance and casual sex. We should look at the 5th House to see what our natural aphrodisiacs are, as well as our turn-ons (to a lesser extent than Mars). The 5th House will show us what we find appealing in light-hearted romance.

You Understand, Right?

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Bobby, John

Length: 1663+ words

TW: Suicide. Depression. Abandonment. Dean being a jerk. 

A/N: Another word vomit that I did when I couldn’t sleep last week. I just had the idea in my head for the whole night, and I knew if I didn’t write it down, I wouldn’t be able to remember it the next morning. So, here it is! Feedback is encouraged!

SERIES MASTERLIST


The thing about the Winchester family was that they collect family like one would collect dolls. They have a lot of family around the State, any of them willing to do anything for the brothers. They always had a saying. 

Family doesn’t end in blood.

Except it does. They can say it as many times as they want, but there isn’t anything they wouldn’t do for the family. Their blood family. 

You were 4 when you were collected by John, and shipped off to Bobby’s. You were basically raised alongside the brothers from then on. Sam being a year older than you, and his brother, Dean, being 5 years older than you.

You were 5 when Dean ran out of breakfast. Bobby, and John were gone on a hunt, leaving 10 year-old Dean in charge. There was half a single granola bar left, and he looked uneasily between you and Sam, both of you had complained about being hungry. He gave you a strange look, and even though you were 5, you knew what it meant. Afterall, John gave you the same look when he told you why you can’t come home to your parents. It was also the same look that Bobby gave you when you asked about your parents. The look of guilt. You turned away, not being able to handle the fact that his decision had already been made when he was 4, and the responsibility of Sam’s livelihood was thrusted into his hands.

“Not hungry,” you mumbled, despite your roaring stomach. Sam’s eyes lit up with glee as he snatched the snack from his brother’s hand, and you can see Dean’s face visibly relax.

“Sammy’s my responsibility. You understand, right?” Dean asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

You gave him a nod, hopping off the chair, and went back to your bed, hoping you can sleep away the hunger. 

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Request: Storm

Request: Can you write one where the reader breaks down to Bobby because she is pregnant with Dean’s baby. Thank you :)

Word Count: 1,069

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The rain has been coming down in buckets all night, and the wind whips at the sides of the house in such a way that every now and again, the foundations shake so severely that Bobby nearly ends up waiting out the storm in the panic room.

When he sees the flash of light outside the window followed by a rumble, he isn’t paying enough attention to think of it as anything but another facet of the storm. What he does pay attention to, however, is the frantic, loud knocking that reverberates well beyond the door.

The knocking doesn’t stop until he answers, pulling the door open to be bet with a harsh gust of wind.

“Y/N?” You’re soaked and dishevelled, and he isn’t sure which has smeared your makeup more – the rain, or the tears you’re trying and failing to hold back.

“Can- can I come in?” It’s a stupid question, but it’s the only thing your fuzzy, addled brain can come up with. Bobby doesn’t speak, but he nods, ushering you into the warmth of the house where you grew up and forcing the door closed against the wind.

“What the hell are you doing out in this?” Driving in this weather would be dangerous enough without you being in a complete state. You don’t reply, though, shivering in the hallway and wiping at your face in frustration. It scares him – you’re the closest thing he has to family: he’d raised you since you were six months old and your parents had been killed, leaving no-one to keep an eye on their demon-blood infected child. He’d taken you in, and found that he’d quickly become all too fond of you.

“Y/N, seriously. Where are Sam and Dean?” It must be something to do with them, because it elicits a sob from you, “I don’t want to play twenty questions with you.” He steps forward, resting his hands on your shoulders and pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead, “Give yourself some time, alright? Go get a shower, get changed. Everything’s fine. Nothing is going to hurt you while you’re here. I’ll make you a hot chocolate while you’re gone, just how you like it. How does that sound?”

To his eternal relief, that manages to get a nod and a weak smile from you, and he pulls you in for a gentle hug before letting you go. He doesn’t look away from you until you’re safely up the stairs, and then sighs to himself – he’s never seen you like this. But you need him, and he’ll be damned if you’re not going to have him to go to.

***

It’s nearly half an hour before he hears you coming down the stairs, but there’s nothing wrong with that – especially when he sees how much better you’re looking. Sure, your eyes are still red-rimmed and you’re still shaking with the effort it takes not to cry, but at least your clothes are warm and dry and your lips are no longer bluish with the cold.

You shuffle into the room and take a seat, swallowing hard before looking up at Bobby. He sets the hot chocolate – piled high with cream, chocolate shavings, and marshmallows – in front of you, and then takes the seat next to yours. The storm outside still batters the windows, but the kitchen is warm, and with the pair of you bathed in warm light, it’s almost cosy.

“Talk to me.” Bobby prompts softly, reaching over and resting his hand over the top of yours. He sees the way you flinch at the gesture, and for a moment he thinks the worst, “Is it Dean? Has he hurt you?” He hadn’t been overly happy when you’d begun dating the eldest Winchester two and a half years ago, but you’d been happy, and Dean had given him a heartfelt promise that his intentions were pure – but Bobby had promised in return that the moment Dean so much as breathed the wrong way at you, he’d find himself without the means to do so again.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I need you to talk to me if you want to fix this.”

“I can’t fix it.” You speak properly for the first time since you stepped into the house, “It’s broken. Very broken.”

“Still with the ambiguous, sweetheart.”

It takes you a few moments to muster up the courage to come out with it, but eventually, you do.

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence, apart from the sounds of the storm outside, fills the room. For a long moment, he can’t find it in himself to speak – and then…

“Do not drink that.” He wraps his spare hand around the mug and slides it away from you, reminded suddenly of the copious amount of whiskey he just dropped into that, “Is it… it’s Dean’s?”

You scoff, “That’s the problem, isn’t it? Of course it is.” Sorrow and bitterness taint your tone in equal measure, and Bobby winces.

“Have you told him?” He tries, and you nod again.

“Yeah. That’s what the second problem is.” You sigh, pulling your hand away from his in order to run your hands over your face, skilfully masking a sob – but not enough. Bobby knows you inside and out, and picks up on it instantly.

“He reacted badly?”

“If saying I’d ruined everything and needed to get the hell out of his sight is reacting badly, then I’d say so, yeah.” You spit, but your voice breaks and before you know it, your head is on his shoulder and you’re sobbing openly into him, everything coming out. He holds onto you tightly, a silent promise that he’ll never let you go; that you always have him.

***

It’s nearly three hours later, by the time he’s managed to calm you down and get you asleep. You’re still asleep on the sofa when his phone rings. He answers, begrudgingly, when he realises who it is.

“Dean?”

“Bobby? Have you heard from Y/N? She’s gone and we’ve been trying to track her all night, but we haven’t found anything.” He rattles off, his voice frantic and shaking.

“Why? What happened?” Bobby asks, watching you sleeping form.

“We got in a fight. I said something stupid. God, Bobby, I’ll never forgive myself if she doesn’t…” He cuts himself off, and swallows hard, “Have you heard from her?”

He pauses, “Nope. Nothing. I’ll let you know if I do.”

“Thanks, Bobby.”

do you ever think about how Problematic™ your early teen ships would have been if tumblr existed back then? like. jesus. kids these days: you have no idea how great it was to enjoy, for example, violent possession/manipulative bodysharing hard dubcon in peace. thirteen year old me needed space to be freaky.

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➾ smut, angst, fluff

➾the final part of this series, please read the first three parts if you haven’t!

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It’s like time has slowed to an ambling crawl, and all that ever exists has ceased to matter; except in this room with the three of you standing, facing each other like fighters in a ring. All you’re aware of is the way your breath has frozen over in your chest, and the way Jeongguk is clutching something so tightly in his hand, mirroring your own fisted palm.

“Jeongguk, no,” the sound of your voice pierces through the tense atmosphere, and is that really your voice? Why does it sound so unconvincing, so lacking in resolve, so broken? You clear your throat and attempt to try again, because your eyes are locked on Jeongguk’s own milky caramel ones, filled with a murky rage that threatens to break past the surface. “Jeongguk, this is not what it looks like, I swear-“

He only responds with an acerbic laugh that’s short and cutting, and it makes every breath you take feel razor sharp.

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Zodiac Checklist: Capricorn
  • Zodiac Checklist: Capricorn
  • ☑: Even if you are wracked with anxiety and worry you would never let anybody know it, they all think you have it all under control, inside and out
  • ☑: You can ruthless with everybody but family, especially regarding business or negotiation
  • ☑: You can make people laugh but you are very skilled at choosing the 'right moment' at the 'right place'
  • ☑: You see the potential of people, but this can be perceived as control
  • ☑: You overthink yourself from anxiety into melancholy
  • ☑: Summertime Sadness is your tune