leonardo was on to something and i for one am not

What I think of the MOON signs:

Aries: A lot of mental activity, thinking too much about what interests them. They could be intellectuals. They may appear calm on the outside, but a tornado is going on inside them. Optimistic, very competitive and impatient. They live for the moment, forgetting all else. That’s the reason they change their mind so easily about everything. Very curious, but opinionated. The Aries moon at it’s worst may blame things on others, unable to take responsibility. However, they don’t hold grudges and are usually kind and easygoing, wanting to do the right thing because they aim to live up to this ideal image they have of themselves, whatever that ideal is. If I had to give some advice to this moon sign it would be: not everyone is out to get you, enjoy yourself, RELAX!! and don’t let your need to be the best, even when you are, poison yourself and your relationships. Celebrities with this moon: Angelina Jolie, Nicolas Sarkozy, Bill Gates, Rihanna.

: Charming, very charming. Has a great sense of humor and loves companionship. They will tell you stories, they will make you feel warm. They may not take criticism well, but who does? They do not like to be rushed into things, they like stability and comfort even when being adventurous. They may enjoy shopping too much. Ruled by Venus, they are romantic and affectionate in love, sometimes possessive, and they chose love over friendship. Depending on the Sun and Venus, this moon can be extremely jealous. But wishing to keep balance they will hide it under a passive aggressive attitude which can cause more wrong than right. They look for the best in people and usually will find themselves giving too much, but their desire to maintain balance will help them stay on track. They look more reasonable than they are. If I had to give some advice to this moon sign it would be: keep shining, but don’t be so proud. Not everything is like you see it. Sometimes it’s OK to fuck up and admit it. Celebrities with this moon: Christina Aguilera, Cameron Diaz, Mother Teresa, Chris Brown, Jim Morrison.

Gemini: Absent minded? You bet! However they compensate that through their wit and curiosity. They are versatile and easy going. Even on the least easy going suns a Lunar Gemini will ease up the chart. They mean well, I do believe this, mostly because they are not interested in what other people are doing. They do not get caught up in gossip and do their own thing. They can be irritable and moody, but not usually. They are lazy even though they want to have a hand on everything! They have so much they want to do, but their minds go faster than their power of will. They are nervous thought, and if they have a problem they may not know how to act upon it and feel paralyzed. Gemini moons are fun and very chill. At their worst, Lunar Geminis can be very cold and indifferent. If I had to give some advice to this moon sign it would be: you are capable of anything if you work! You are not alone… And look around more, be warmer. Celebrities with this moon sign: Barack Obama, Vladimir Putin, Alyssa Milano, Jennifer Lawrence.

Cancer: are cancers tired of hearing they are emotional? Yes, but it doesn’t make it any less true. Cancer, as a moon sign, is powerful because the moon is the realm of emotions. Being emotional doesn’t mean weak, on the contrary, a Cancer moon has to be strong to be able to feel as they do. And Cancer moons are indeed strong. They are tender and sweet, and a roller coaster of emotional outbursts. They are in touch with their feelings, so much so, sometimes they get too caught up in them, becoming self-absorbed as if their own emotions are the only emotions that matter. What’s the problem with this? That if they are feeling pain they tend to forget the good things in their life and instead of trying to get better, the get lost in self-pity. They have a good memory and a soft heart, even when you least expect it. They do not do well with criticism, they do not take jokes lightly. They love, they love a lot, even through their mood swings. And find it hard to let go. Do not take this moon sign for granted, they are loyal AF. If I had to give some advice to this moon sign it would be: you need to act more and build the future instead of clinging to the past. Celebrities with this moon sign: Taylor Swift, Kurt Cobain, Keanu Reeves, Shakira.

Leo: This moon is outgoing and bright. Yes they need attention, yes they love flattery, yes they can be overly dramatic and yes, as the Leo they are, they do think highly of themselves. And that’s part of the reason they are so successful, they are confident and know they are more than capable of handling anything. They truly are more than capable. They are proud, but have qualities to back it up, and you can’t hate them because they are loving. All that they have for an Ego they have for a heart. They need a lot of love and even though they know they are great, they want to hear it. If you want to cheer them up, genuinely tell them the good qualities you see in them or let them win at a game they love. This is a nice moon to hang around with, a romantic moon, a quick to anger moon, and a moon that won’t try to hurt you, unless you stand in their way. They can be dramatic and get this, they hate drama. They love the whole “nobody loves me” and slamming doors, but oh boy! they‘ll think you are crazy if you act like them. If I had to give some advice to this moon sign it would be: yes, we love you, but do not act so dramatic! Celebrities with this moon sign: Julia Roberts, Mahatma Gandh, Monica Bellucci, Tom Cruise.

Virgo: yes, this whole post was about my perception on the moon signs, but I must warn you I am especially biased about this one… I’ve met so many Virgo moons! Many people I love have Virgo Moons! (I am a Virgo rising myself) And I love them, but we crush. All Virgo moons I have come in contact with were and are… way too… critical. They don’t seem to know you have feelings. They will say nasty comments about your personality, hobbies, clothes… but will get angry at the slightest thing you say to them, and they will over-think it for ages. For even though they are hard on others, they are hard on themselves as well. They do not realize their own defects. However, once they do, they will try to correct them. They also say the good stuff… but not so often. They are sharp and they love a good debate. These people are smart and may involve themselves in jobs that allow them to help humanity. They are not mean or petty, just critical and defensive because they want to make things perfect and be perfect (perfect from their point of view). If I had to give some advice to this moon it would be… yes, you guessed! Watch your words, they cut. No, you are not always right and you don’t need to be. And not because you don’t like something does it mean it’s wrong. Celebrities with this moon sign: Madonna, Dalai Lama, Nicki Minaj, Sean Connery.

Libra: Another very charming moon sign, but unlike their sun sign, the Libra moon person is more secretive. They love love. They are very romantic, it can break their heart. They want to be liked and do not enjoy arguing and outbursts of emotion. They can be superficial and vain, but they are also sweet and peace oriented. They are dreamy, calm, they want to open up, they have a lot in their minds, more so then what they are willing to share. They can be extravagant - for some reason - and quiet. They have a dark side: they can get caught up in their negative emotions but never share it with the world. They might be artsy, bohemian, and proudly so, and they all have a personal sense of style. Whatever they are inside- hippie, hipster, painter, lawyer - they will dress to show it. You can tell a lot about these people from their clothes. They might not be terribly steady in love, sometimes they fall for too many people at once. If I had to give some advice to this moon it would be: there is more than what meets the eye, there’s more than looking for others approval. Celebrities with this moon sign: Leonardo DiCaprio, Justin Bieber, Kate Winslet, Jude Law.

Scorpio: This moon is sensual and dark, this moon wants passion, this moon is romantic and is not afraid of commitment! This moon wants loyalty and is loyal. They are dramatic, very dramatic, like a Leo moon, but without the bright disposition. They are egocentric and at the same time, giving. They hold grudges, but if they love you, you won’t need any reassurance because they will be there showing you. They are hot headed and domineering, they like to feel in control. They are jealous and fear betrayal. They will not put up with your bullshit for too long. They have a strong will and they will get where they want to in life. Do not mess with them. They will not take revenge, but they will not forgive you. They feel a lot, and also expect a lot from others. If I had to give some advice to this moon it would be: chill, chill, chill. Not everything is about you, trust a little more, lighten up! You will be glad you did. Celebrities with this moon sign: Jennifer Lopez, Beyoncé, Miley Cyrus, Katy Perry.

Sagittarius: This moon is curious, careless, optimistic and has a childlike manner to it. They look chill to others. They talk quickly, and are a bit impatient. They are naive, afraid of commitment and dislike restrictions. They need space and personal freedom to be happy. They are carefree and may not always be in tune with others emotions, sometimes they are oblivious to how others feel. They will be there if you open up, but may not be the most empathetic of ears. If things get tough, they will run away. They like to do research and could do well in this area, thanks to their curiosity. They want to explore the world and meet new people, they like talking and can get irritated easily. If I had to give some advice to this moon it would be: Sometimes grounding yourself is needed, sometimes you see more by looking within than by avoiding quietness. It is OK to sit with oneself, don’t avoid things out of fear of working through the rough parts. Celebrities with this moon sign: Albert Einstein, Nicole Kidman, Sharon Stone, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Capricorn: this moon is closed up. This moon needs to feel productive and they measure their worth through their ability to get somewhere in life. They want money and material things and YET they will cultivate a spiritual side. This moon worries about everything. A woman (or a person with feminine energy) with this moon is loyal and stable, a man (or person with masculine energy) with this moon sign, however, finds it hard to be with one woman because they do not know how to be vulnerable. They have will power and emotional strength, they will give you everything you need if you ask - you’d have to ask as they do not know what people need. This moon cares about their style as well, like the Libra moon, this moon dresses up for the job they want, as they say. They like shopping. They can also be alone for long periods of time, they do not mind being in their room all day. Something most people do not expect of this moon sign is their high sexual drive! They can be very kinky and like to sleep around. This moon is cautious, and doesn’t take risks. They like to know the outcome and will think of all the possibilities before rushing into things. If I had to give some advice to this moon it would be: oh, you, it’s ok to be vulnerable. If you never open up, you will miss your life. Take risks, maybe not always, but do not let love pass you by because of fear. Celebrities with this moon sign: Amy Winehouse, Adolf Hitler, Johnny Depp, Napoleon.

Aquarius: what a witty moon to have. In my opinion, this position makes a person fast, goofy and brainy. They are detached and bubbly, they look not as smart as they truly are. They like attention, but will not give it to you! They are aloof. They care about facts, though. They call it the Aquarian Age for a reason. They want to know things, but will not argue with you if you do not see things as they do. They like to keep their emotions to themselves and do not like to be serious. So maybe, listening to others talking about their problems is not their strength. They just want to chill! If a sarcastic comment is what you need, go talk to them. They care about history and humanity, they want to make a difference. If I had to give some advice to this moon it would be:: care about people a little more, ok? They might need you as much as you need them. Celebrities with this moon sign: Marilyn Monroe, Princess Diana, John Lennon, Conan O'brien.

Pisces: Yes this moon sign is the most compassionate and empathetic of all the moon signs. This moon is psychic, and will know how you are feeling even better than you. They can easily feel overwhelmed by the harsh demands of this world and, at their worst they can turn to drugs or other ways to escape reality. However, they are funny, goofy and optimistic, they live in their dream world and seem to be in a far away land. Even though they can be masochistic, and can be a pushover, this moon sign sees everything and everyone with rose colored glasses, including their future. They think everything will be alright even if death is right in front of them, they will think they are dating a kind person even if they find them cheating on them every Saturday. They are indeed innocent, gullible, but what most people do not know about this moon sign is that once they see you for you, there is no way back. They put people they love on pedestals, but if you fall, it will be hard for them to put you up there again. Which is not a bad thing, it is better not be on a pedestal anyway. However, the problem is, when they get betrayed or hurt, they start to think the worst of people. They will not revenge, but maybe they won’t let you back into their life, they are afraid to be vulnerable. It is easier for them to be there for others than to be there for themselves and show the world all the messy they are inside. They feel guilty over everything and even though they care about people a lot, sometimes they have trouble showing it. If I had to give some advice to this moon sign it would be: love yourself more, take care of yourself and do not be a doormat. And stop the self-pity. Celebrities with this moon sign: Michael Jackson, Michelle Obama, Martin Luther King, Elvis Presley.

Good Things that Happened in 2016

·         New chemotherapy breakthroughs have increased the 5-year survival for pancreatic cancer from 16% to 27% (and is getting better)

·         Scientists figured out how to link robotic limbs with the part of the brain that deals with intent to move so people don’t have to think about how they will move the limb, it can just happen.

·         Child mortality is down everywhere and it keeps going down.

·         Thanks to the ice bucket challenge the gene responsible for ALS has been found, meaning we are closer to an effective treatment. Let me rephrase that: we are close to getting a treatment for a very bad disease because a lot of people (including really hot celebrities) got wet.

·         A solar powered plan circumnavigated the world.

·         Michael Jordan donates 2mil to try and help bridge connection between police and the community.

·         Tiger numbers are growing.

·         And manatees.

·         And pandas.

·         Pakistan has made strides toward outlawing honor killings.

·         70,000 Muslim clerics declared a fatwa against ISIS.

·         Pokemon Go players went insane with placing lure modules near hospitals for sick kids.

·         California is now powering over 6 million homes with solar power, a record in the US (and that is the tightest shit)

·         Volunteers in India planted 50 million trees in 24 hours.

·         Apparently world crime as a whole has drastically declined as a whole in the last couple of decades.

·         Coffee consumption has been proved to help curtail cancer and suicide rates.

·         Speaking of coffee Starbucks figured out how to donate perishable food in a food safe way.

·         500 elephants were relocated to a better, safer and bigger home.

·         We made massive strides in Alzheimers’ prevention (my grandmother literally told me that scares her more than getting cancer this is very good news)

·         The ozone layer is repairing itself and all the work we did to get rid of those aerosol chemicals was actually worth it.

·         A new therapy developed in Israel could cure radiation sickness.

·         The Anglican church resolved to solemnize same-sex unions the same as opposite-sex unions which required a super majority of all three orders of the church (lay, clergy, bishop).

·         The Rabbinical Assembly issued a resolution affirming the rights of transgender and non-conforming individuals.

·         Precision treatments for cancer are hitting clinical trials and WORKING (as someone who’s had relatives with cancer this is the best news)

·         Dentists are once again providing free care to veterans who need it.

·         The Orlando Shakespeare Festival showed up with angel wings to block funeral-goers for the Orlando Pulse victims, view from anti-gay protesters

·         Rise Women’s Legal Centre opened

·         Death by heart disease has decreased by 70% in the United States

·         Two brothers saw color for the first time thanks to specially-designed glasses

• Portugal ran its entire nation solely on renewable energy for four days straight

·         A retiree is launching a project to transport 80 endangered rhinos to an Australian reservation to save the animals from poaching

·         An Afghan teacher has been delivering books via bicycle to villages that lack schools

·         Harriet Tubman is going to replace Andrew Jackson on the $20 bill.

·         200 strangers attended the funeral of a homeless WW2 veteran with no family

·         A teen battling cancer married his sweetheart

·         Bank firm pays for college tuition for the children of employees who died in the 9/11 attacks

·         New medicine has been shown to increase melanoma survival rate to 40%

·         Over 800 Boko Harem Hostages were rescued by Nigerian Army

·         Toys R Us is Offering Quiet Shopping Hour for kids with autism this holiday season

·         Volunteers made special tiny Halloween costumes for NICU babies

·         A 4-year old befriends a lonely man and helped him heal after losing his wife

·         Families grew

·         People survived c ancer

·         People overcame depression

·         Any kind of victory, even if it affects only one person,  is a victory

·         Now for the pop culture good news


·         There’s a new Harry Potter book

·         And a movie

·         Harry Potter has no plans on vanishing with time

·         This sweet father gave candy to passengers on a flight so his little girl could trick or treat on Halloween


·         Kung Fu Panda 3, this franchise is still going strong despite that its about a panda played by Jack Black

·         Jungle Book. The amazing remake none of us saw coming

·         Finding Dory. I haven’t seen it yet but I’ve heard good things

·         Kubo and the Two Strings. Haven’t seen that yet as well but its Laika so I know it’s a masterpiece

·         Deadpool. The beautiful and super accurate R-rated marvel film

·         Captain America: Civil War. Seriously is the best marvel movie yet in my opinion I need more.

·         Zootopia. Oh don’t mind me I’m just a movie that tackled the issue of racism and not only game changed animated films but also made a billion dollars

·         The Hamilton Mixtape is coming out. Which is a bunch of artists singing songs from the musical (Sia, Usher, Regina Spketor, etc.) I’m excited.

·         A personal victory for myself, I joined Tumblr and met angels in blog form so…that’s uplifting.

·         And I met my favorite voice actor at a con which was a bucket list accomplishment.

Good Things that have yet to happen this year

·         Birthdays

·        Thanksgiving

·         Black Friday

·         Moana

·         Christmas

Good things that have nothing to do with the year but will hopefully make you feel better

·         Puppies

·         Chocolate

·         Rainbows

·         Rain (I like listening to rain it’s one of the most calming sounds)

·         Cartoons

·         Kissing

·         Music

·         Friends

·         FF: If you are a religious person you are an imperfect masterpiece

·         FF: If you are not then you are a splendid coincidence

·         Any year spent with loved ones be they family or friends is a good year. Trust me.

·         ”A laugh can be a very powerful thing. Why, sometimes in life, it’s the only weapon we have” –Roger Rabbit


*Plz feel free to add other good news (even if it’s something small like you ate cheesecake THAT is good news)

*at the end of the year I plan to remake this list with new things, fixed mistakes and links but will be posting from my side blog @iamrainbow

(this is my first masterpost sorry if it’s bad) A bullet journal has a lot of uses. A planner, homework reminders, to-do lists- but understandably, some pages could use a little of inspiration. And what better inspiration than from artists? Even without a bullet journal, quotes can be a great thing to decorate journals, your room, etcetera. So, I’ve compiled a list of quotes (some aren’t very motivational) by some of your favorite artists!


“I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.”

“What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?”

“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”

“I wish they would only take me as I am.”

“In spite of everything I shall rise again; I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.”

“I see drawings and pictures in the poorest of huts and the dirtiest of corners.”

“One must work and dare if one really wants to live.”

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.“

“I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

“Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.“

“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”

“I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.”


“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.“

“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.”

“Everything you can imagine is real.“

“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”

“Action is the foundational key to all success.“

"It takes a long time to become young.”

“Youth has no age.”

“Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.”

“Sculpture is the art of the intelligence.”

“Are we to paint what’s on the face, what’s inside the face, or what’s behind it?”

“Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.”

“To copy others is necessary, but to copy oneself is pathetic.”


“Have no fear of perfection - you’ll never reach it.“

"Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.”

“Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.”

“Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.”

“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.”

“What is important is to spread confusion, not eliminate it.”

“I am not strange. I am just not normal.”

“It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself.”

“Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.”

“So little of what could happen does happen.”

“Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams.”

“The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret.”


“The painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through.”

“Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.”

“My painting does not come from the easel.”

“When I am in my painting, I’m not aware of what I’m doing.”

“Love is friendship set to music.”

“The painter locks himself out of his own studio. And then has to break in like a thief.”

“The modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.”

“Energy and motion made visible- memories arrested in space.”

“Abstract painting is abstract. It confronts you. There was a reviewer a while back who wrote my pictures didn’t have any beginning or any end. He didn’t mean it as a compliment, but it was.”

“I’m very representational some of the time, and a little all of the time. But when you’re painting out of your unconscious, figures are bound to emerge.”

“Abstract art should be enjoyed just as music is enjoyed- ater awhile you may like it or you may not.”

“Each age finds its own technique… I mean, the strangeness will wear off and I think we will discover the deeper meanings in modern art.“


“I must have flowers always and always.”

“Color is my daylong obsession, joy and torment.“

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.”

“My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.“

“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.”

“The more I live, the more I regret how little I know.“

“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.”

“I can only draw what I see.“

“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.”

“The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.“

“I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.”

“The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.“


“Nobody sees a flower- really- it is so small it takes time- we haven’t time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.”

“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.”

“I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.”

“To create one’s world in any of the arts takes courage.”

“I decided to accept as true my own thinking.”

“You are one of my nicest thoughts.”

“It’s not enough to be nice in life. You’ve got to have nerve.”

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.”

“I think it’s so foolish for people to want to be happy. Happy is so momentary–you’re happy for an instant and then you start thinking again. Interest is the most important thing in life; happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous.”

“Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest.”

“I can’t live where I want to, I can’t go where I want to go, I can’t do what I want to, I can’t even say what I want to. I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.”

“I’m frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!”


“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”

“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.”

“Art is never finished, only abandoned.”

“Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?”

“Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.”

“Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.”

“The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.”

“Learning never exhausts the mind.”

“While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.”

“Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.”

“I love those who can smile in trouble…”

“It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.”


“I don’t paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“I paint myself because I am so often alone and because the subject I know best.”

“I think that little by little I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.”

“Nothing is absolute.”

“Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.”

“My painting carries with it the message of pain.”

“There is nothing more precious than laughter.”

“Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.”

“I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better.”


“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”

“I don’t paint things. I only paint the difference between things.”

“Don’t wait for inspiration. It comes while one is working.”

“Creativity takes courage.”

“An artist must not feel under any constraint.”

“We ought to view ourselves with the same curiosity and openness with which we study a tree, the sky or a thought, because we too are linked to the entire universe.”

“A certain blue enters your soul. A certain red has an effect on your blood-pressure.”

“Art should be something like a good armchair in which to rest from physical fatigue.”

“To look at something as though we had never seen it before requires great courage.”

“Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.”

“In love, the one who runs away is the winner.”

“Cutting into color reminds me of the sculptor’s direct carving.”


“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

“If people knew how hard I had to work to gain my mastery, it would not seem so wonderful at all.”

“Lord, grant that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.”

“The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“Genius is eternal patience.”

“The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.”

“A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.”

“Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“There is no greater harm than that of time wasted.”

“I am still learning.”

anonymous asked:

blurb — complimenting Shawn admiring his beauty and looking at him adoringly and he gets all shy and blushy

 + blurb about Shawn telling Y/N while they’re in bed at night about how much he’s fallen for her?

merged and changed it a little, idea is still the same x (I’m also shamelessly proud of a couple of metaphors in here lol) 

“Honestly think you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen”

He’s all messed up by his covers and pillow, curls a ruffled mess – greasy, hasn’t showered yet – and his skins a little blotched, blemished around his hairline and nose. 

Shawn’s lips are slightly chapped from the winter air and his constant need to chew at them, and his face is freshly awakened – features yawning and saying ‘five more minutes’

You swear he’s an angel, and the white of his sheets doesn’t help either – an actual angel. An angel who’s blushing a deep peach shade when your words meet his ears.

“Think you’re lying” Shawn goes, as insecure as ever. He pulls his duvet up over his shoulder more as he faces you, the light cracking through his curtains and illuminating his slightly greasy features. His voice is a honey coated wafer, a biscuit dipped in tea and it’s burning your tongue, but by God are you more than happy to endure the pain. 

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anonymous asked:

The guys making out with their girlfriends when someone interrupts them? C.F. love ur blog*.*


Raph (aka the KING of making out, fight me on this): 
omg he would be so freakin pissed off, I think he’d be pretty passive aggressive about it too.
(( I need a cold shower ))

It was getting heavy, you were straddling his thigh in those jeans he loves so much that show your ass perfectly. Your kisses just as eager as his - almost frantic. Its been ages since you’ve finally been left alone. Raph groaned into your mouth when he felt you grind down onto his thigh, a broken whimper passing your lips as you repeated the action. Usually, this is where he would whisper the most nasty things in your ear. Making you quiver with all the promises he’ll fulfill, just as he leaned into your ear, you body practically craving his vulgar whispers - 

“C’mon Raph! Its time for training” Leo yelled, walking in on the scene “Oh sorry… but Splinter wants you there in 5“ 

Your actions stopped as soon as Leo made himself known, you whined pathetically and your now,very pissed off boyfriend was glaring at him like he had personally told him he was working with the shredder. His jaw clenched “Tell him I’ll go to the Hashi” With that he stood up from his bed, towering over Leo and slamming his door shut and locking it. Giving you his signature grin that made your body set on fire. 

You know the silent but deadly type? Yea that’d be him, Making them leave the room because he wants to spend time with his lady!! 
((Look at this, look at this rude leader in blue :( 

The slow, passionate kiss that was between you and Leo made everything so much more intense. You were pretty sure Leo could feel your heart beating in your chest, your hand moved to the back of his head and played with his bandanna,pulling him closer so he was now laying on top of you. Your whole body was hot, you became more aware of this as you felt his hand slowly move over your stomach, squeezing your hip - he pulled away for a brief moment to look at you, your lips were swollen, pupils dilated, breath short - how did he get so lucky? You grinned and pulled him back for another kiss, you loved this moments just you him - 

“Sorry to cut this short love birds, but my shows on” Mikey interrupted, Leo glared at him when he entered the room, He placed his face into your neck and inhaled your scent. You bit back a laugh and he incoherently muttered into your neck. 

“We were kind of in the middle of something, Mikey” He looked up and glared at him, they seemed to be having a silent conversation as you laid there trying to get your breaths even. Then he grumbled something, throwing the remote down in a tantrum, the only thing you could make out was “Online…you have a room…” Leo just grinned into your neck, nuzzling you and he kissed there before making his way up to your lips once again. 

“Now, where were we?”

Blushy Flustered big shy baby 

You were both in the lab, to cut it short Donnie wasn’t paying attention to you and you were feeling particularly needy. So, when it was safe and he put everything lethal down - You swiftly moved into his lap, sitting on it giving him an innocent look, the one that drove him absolutely wild. Then next thing you know your straddling him on the chair, slightly reclined as you both kissed, the speed changing every so often. It’d go from eager kisses to slow passionate ones. It caused your whole body to react to it, moaning into the kiss as you pushed yourself into him.

“God, (y/n) - “ he panted, feeling the strain in his lower region just from the make out session. It had been a while since you and him actually did anything, so it didn’t take long to get to that peak of wanting to skip to the best part. His hands roamed down your back and gripped your backside. 

“Fuck, Donnie, I-”

“Donnie Have you found out what that—” Raph paused, grinning at the scene “Oh, sorry.. Am I intruding?” he teased lightly, voice innocent. You flushed red and Donnie awkwardly sat back up, causing you to push up against him further.

“Raph, c-can you give us a minute?” He stuttered, a small pink hue on his cheeks as he tried to gently pull you off of him. However you stayed put, you knew he could’ve put more effort into moving you, but he really didn’t have the heart too. 

“Oh, no. Don’t stop on my account, have fun kids” he grinned, making his way out of the liar 

Come on, ya’ll do we all think mikey would care? He’d just continue

Naturally, it started because he wouldn’t stop beating your butt at a video game. “Stop cheating!” You yelled, half teasingly half seriously.
“Its not my fault you suck at this, angelcakes” 

You jumped him and sat on his lap, at first it was a way to distract him, until both of you dropped the controllers and one thing let to another his hand was under your shirt and your kisses were needy. However, you were both giggling into the kiss, especially when he trailed his hand over that spot on your back that made you shiver and giggle like a little school girl. You tugged on his bandanna to keep his face close to yours, his arms wrapped around your waist. Making out with Mikey was a dream come true, it was playful yet he never failed to make you want more. He laid down on the sofa bringing you with you, he whined slightly as you had to stop your actions to balance yourself, you laughed at him.

“Always so needy” you teased, softly stroking his cheek - you loved his eyes, they were so captivating.

“Because you’re so addicting, angel cakes!” with that he pulled you forward, earning a shocked squeal from you and a laugh, he wasted no time re-connecting your lips, his hands roaming your stomach and back and every so often grazing over your ass. 

“Mikey have you seen my spare tool kit?” Donnie asked him, Mikey ignored him and continued to kiss you, you didn’t even hear him - “Have you seen. my tool kit?” He repeated, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Mikey began kissing you again, grinning into the kiss. “Ugh, nevermind!” He announced, storming out of the room in a temper. 

“You’re mean, ya’know that?” you laughed, he chuckled in response and picked you up bridal style.

“You love me, angelcakes. Now lets go to my room where we can’t be interrupted!” 

2007!Raphael x Reader/SFW.

~Meeting Raphael as the Nightrider.
You end up missing your bus one night and have to walk home, only to get yanked into an alley by a thug.
A thug with a rather large knife, glinting in the red streetlights.
“Oh, fuck.”

~This is it, you think, this is how you die. Until Raphael suddenly bursts out of the darkness, tossing the guy away from you.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I think-look out!”
You pull him away just in time, as the guy swings his knife. Six others come out of nowhere and Raphael is ready to fight every one of these goons.

~Until he remembers you. He can’t let anything happen to you, that’s the whole point of this thing. So he grabs your hand and runs toward his bike, pulling you along with him.
“Get on! Now!”
You don’t argue and next thing you know, you’re flying across the city on the back of his back. He drops you off when you’re close to home, riding away without so much as a goodbye.

~You think that’s the end, you’ll never see that guy again. But you notice him in the shadows following you, watching you. And you finally confront him.

~“Why the hell are you following me?!”

~Raphael is shocked. He didn’t expect to get caught, he should have been more careful. He doesn’t really know why he was following you, honestly, but he says that he was just making sure you were safe.
And, oh, your eyes soften just a little bit and it makes his heart skip a beat.

~He keeps coming around and you start to get to know one another. He tells you his name and eventually, his face.
He’s shocked when you’re not surprised.
“Raph, I’ve ridden on the back of your bike, I felt the freaking shell.”
He’s an idiot.

~An idiot in like (not yet love) for the very first time. He finds himself coming around more then he should, always checking up on you. The more he gets to know you, the more he likes you.
He wants to tell you.
He wants to say everything he thinks and feels about you but he can’t get the words out.

~Luckily, you do it for him.

~You ask him out one day and he’s surprised. But then he gets that smile (the smooth, sexy smile whatta babe) and accepts.
“Yeah, I can probably swing by.”
He trying to sound cool but he is freaking out inside.

~Date nights consists of you patching him up, ordering takeout (he really likes Itatilan), and watching a movie. But, depending on his day, you’ll end up talking a lot rather then watch Godzilla Vs King Kong.

~He tells you everything he can’t tell anyone else. How his family has fallen apart and how nothing he does can ease his father’s pain. How Leo left and he knows, he knows it was for training, he knows that he had to go. But fuck it, he’s angry.
He misses his brother and the way things used to be. He misses his family.
“I just…I miss it, Y/N. I miss they way we were…”

~Raphael goes to you whenever he needs to vent or feel close to someone. He starts to need you so much.
“I ever told you thank you? Cause you deserve it.”

~Kissing him for the first time during one of his rants. Leo hasn’t written in forever and Splinter is worried and Mikey is scared and why the hell is he so freaking selfish!
“Doesn’t he care? Doesn’t he care?”

~He just keeps saying that over and over and he’s in near tears when you say “I care”. He stops. And he just kisses you so hard. Because more then anything, that’s what he wants. For someone to notice him and listen to him and care about him.

~He gets more physical after that.
Raphael loves to hold you and spoon with you and wrap and arm around you when you’re on the couch. But more then that, he loves to kiss you.
“Ain’t you gonna give me something before I go?”

~Neck kisses, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, sleepy kisses, passionate kisses, slow kisses, french kisses, you get the idea.
“Come ‘ere you…”

~ALL of the kisses for this turtle.

~Sometimes, after a really busy night as the Nightrider (he starts to love that name), he’ll swing by your place and makeout with you the second he steps through that door.
Just grabs you and pulls you onto the bed with him and goes to town.
Raphael is magnificent at making out, true story.
“R-Raph! Mmmm!”
“No talkin’, babe.”

~Raphael starting to think that maybe, just maybe, he might be in love with you. But he couldn’t even ask you out, how can he just say it??

~Then someone breaks in when you’re at home, just as Raphael is coming to see you one night. And he is fucking livid.
He grabs that mother fucker and just beats him so bad, all while screaming at him.
“Don’t! You! Fucking! Touch her!”
You’ve never seen him so angry and so scared and, after he tosses the guy away (he’s okay in the end besides being, ya know, traumatized) he just holds you for hours.

~And he just says it. He’s holding you, his face hidden in your neck when he whispers,
“I love you.”

~“I love you too, Raphael.”

~His heart just soars in that moment, he was so nervous saying it for the first time. But, oh, he’s so happy now. He’s in love, actually in love, and you love him back.

~Raphael loving old monster movies and always wanting to watch them with you. He’s seen them about a hundred times and you’ll often catch him mouthing the lines along with the actors.
He points out his favorite parts and the whole thing is freaking adorable.

~Everything is going great. Then Leo comes home. And Raphael doesn’t know what to feel, anger or happiness or everything all at once. But most importantly, he doesn’t want his big brother to find out about you. He doesn’t want him to ruin things.

~He hides you as much as he can but, after Leo is taken by the generals, he has to tell Splinter everything. As the others prepare to get their brother back, Raphael brings you to the Lair for the first time. Because he can’t leave you out there with all this going on.
No one notices, no one knows except Splinter. He’ll deal with everything after this ends.
"I’ll be back, babe, I’ll explain everything. I…I love you.”

~And it does. Everyone is safe, everyone is home. Nightrider is put away for good and he has one other secret to deal with.

~Splinter meets you first and, when he sees home calm and gentle Raphael is with you, how happy he is, he gives his blessing. And once Splinter has given his blessing, it’s finale.
Michelangelo is curious to meet you and Donatello wants to know “what the hell you see in that hot head”. Leonardo is slow to accept you, but eventually does when he sees how much Raphael needs you.
“You really like her, don’t you?”
“I love, Leo.”

~Getting all cuddly with Raphael in the Lair and being teased by one of the brothers (“Get a room,” or “when’s the wedding? Am I invited”) only for Raphael to throw something at them.

~Double dates with April and Casey become a thing and you and April become close. Because you’re the only girls and you’re both dating temperamental vigilantes, so there’s a lot of bonding ground.
“Hey, where are those knuckleheads?”
“I made them pick up dinner. You in the mood for Chinese?”

~Raphael treating you like his princess, his true love. He kisses you (constantly) and protects you and loves you with all of his heart.


Leonardo (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Thanks for the idea, ily b <3 @llturner7 IT’S A SHORT DRABBLE BABES

Prompt: “How bout a Leo x reader, something comical and fluffy. Where Leo discovers one of her phobias or something. Not sure about what kind of phobia”

Word count: 459

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

“Leo!” you yelled, jumping on top of the chair Raphael was sat on, who looked extremely annoyed

“Leo!” he bellowed, smacking his comic on your leg to get you down, “Control yer woman!”

“Excuse me Raph,” you grumbled, take a pause from your screaming, “I am a strong, independent woman. Leo does not need to control me.” ‘Unless in the bedroom.’ You kept that thought to yourself and started screaming again, Raphael becoming ever more irritated. “Just fucking move and kill it Raph!”

“I ain’t movin’ nowhere, I was ‘ere first.”

 After a while, Leo came into the room and looked very amused by what was happening. You were literally sitting on Raphael’s shell, screaming at him to get up and kill the tiny spider that was on the floor of the lair. It was literally the size of a pinky nail.

“What’s going on here-” Both you and Raph started yelling at the same time about what was happening, you jumping from the chair to the table, to the couch and jumping on to Leo.

“Leo! Kill it!” you screamed into his ear, hiding your face into his neck.

“Babe, it’s not there any more,” you screamed again in his ear, crawling further up his large body. Raphael was howling with laughter at this point, probably the sight of Leo’s face as you clambered up to his shoulders, sitting on his shell like you had Raph’s. “[Y/N]. It’s just a spider.”

“It is not just a spider! It’s a demon with multiple limbs and the power to crawl into your mouth while you sleep and kill you from the inside out!” you yelled at him, narrowing your eyes at the ground to find the little critter. “There! There it is!” You screeched, pointing frantically at the ground where the small spider was sat there. Not really moving at all.

Leo walked with you to the kitchen, grabbing a cup and a piece of tissue.

 Getting rid of it was easy; trying to make you stop screaming whilst he carried you and it to the entrance of the lair was the hard part. It was apparently too close to you for comfort.

“My hero!” you grinned as he picked you up off his shoulders and set you down in front of him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Just doing my duty.” He leant down, kissing you softly.

How will you discover that your life is about to change? For then-20-year-old English actor Tom Holland, he first learned that he’d been cast in the coveted title role in Marvel Studios’ newest Spider-Man film Spider-Man: Homecoming—after a grueling audition process—from an Instagram post.

No matter how that news arrives, being hired to play an iconic superhero is a game-changer for any young actor, and Holland has certainly earned his spot, amassing an impressive body of work since being scouted at dance school in his hometown of London. In 2008, he made his theater debut in the West End production of Billy Elliot the Musical, and has gone on to appear opposite Naomi Watts in the tsunami-soaked drama The Impossible (2012); in the miniseries Wolf Hall (2015), adapted from two historical novels by Hilary Mantel; and in Ron Howard’s Moby-Dick origin story, In the Heart of the Sea (2015). Earlier this year, Holland appeared in James Gray’s The Lost City of Z, for which he decamped to South America alongside Charlie Hunnam and Robert Pattinson. He also has a plum role as Samuel Insull, the General Electric pioneer and onetime secretary to Thomas Edison, in The Current War, out later this year, which chronicles the rivalry between Edison (Benedict Cumberbatch) and his fellow inventor, George Westinghouse (Michael Shannon).

In the lead up to the expectedly seismic release of Spider-Man: Homecoming in July, and with it the sky-rocketing of his star power, Holland and his friend and Spider-Man co-star, the actress and singer Zendaya, went head-to-head on an episode of the curious celebrity game show Lip Sync Battle that aired on MTV ahead of this year’s Movie & TV Awards. Holland, with a full drag-and-dance routine rendition of Rihanna’s “Umbrella,” won the day, and became a viral sensation for his efforts. In May, they hopped on the phone for a lower-stakes sort of back and forth.

TOM HOLLAND: Zendaya, how are you doing?

ZENDAYA: I’m good, man. This is my first time interviewing you. It’s kind of weird. I’m going to keep it real simple. [both laugh] What did you want to be when you were a kid?

HOLLAND: I didn’t really know what I wanted to be. My mom thought I could dance because I used to dance to this Janet Jackson song she’d play when I was a baby. Then she would take me to a Saturday dance school. I used to go every week and got spotted by a scout, who suggested I audition for the role of Billy in Billy Elliot the Musical. When I first started auditioning, I was too small and I couldn’t dance. [Zendaya laughs] I went to an all-boys school, where I played rugby, so ballet wasn’t the coolest thing to do.

ZENDAYA: Kids are kind of mean. Was that ever a thing?

HOLLAND: I think it toughened me up. I loved doing ballet. I trained for two years. I auditioned every six months for Billy Elliot and got slightly bigger every time I went, and eventually I got the job. I’m very happy I had that training. It’s been so valuable to my career, and I’ve used it on almost everything I’ve done since.

ZENDAYA: It’s probably the reason you beat me on Lip Sync Battle. I’m just throwing that out there.

HOLLAND: That was raw talent.

ZENDAYA: What came after Billy Elliot?

HOLLAND: My parents decided that it was time for me to go back to school. And after being at school for only six weeks, I was whisked off to Spain to shoot in a water tank with Naomi Watts for a film called The Impossible.

ZENDAYA: Your mom is a photographer, right?


ZENDAYA: And your dad?

HOLLAND: He is a stand-up comedian and an author.

ZENDAYA: Do you think that has had anything to do with your creativity?

HOLLAND: Definitely. I come from very creative parents. It’s nice to have a dad who’s been in the industry for probably over 30 years because he knows all the dos and don'ts and the ins and outs and stuff.

ZENDAYA: So now we move from Billy Elliot to a big movie. Did you want to be in the industry more and more? Because when I got my first job, I just wanted it even more.

HOLLAND: That happened for me the more I auditioned for Spider-Man. The closer and closer I got, the more I wanted it. I must have been about 18 when I started auditioning.

ZENDAYA: How long was that process?

HOLLAND: That process was five months. I did eight auditions. I did five self-tapes, and then a screen test with Robert Downey Jr. and a screen test with Chris Evans. In the screen test with Robert Downey Jr., they brought me into the room and I met him. I was so nervous. In my head, I thought, “Wow, you look really weird in person. You don’t look like you do onscreen.” I found out later that I met his stand-in. I basically got my nerves out on his stand-in and then met him. Then my screen test with Chris Evans was a movement test. I was like, “Shall I do a backflip?” And all the Sony guys were like, “Can you do a backflip?” “Fuck, yeah. I’ve been sending you videos for the last five months of me doing a backflip. How do you not know this?”

ZENDAYA: Was that the most stressful period of your life?

HOLLAND: It was stressful because the closer and closer I got, the more I could see my future changing.

ZENDAYA: And you wanted it.

HOLLAND: The thing that killed me was the waiting. Even after my self-tapes, they would call me up and be like, “We’re going to let you know tomorrow.” Six auditions later, still nothing. On my last audition, they said, “You need to stay in Atlanta because we’ll tell you tomorrow.” So I stayed in Atlanta for about a week because my cousin lives there. With each passing day, there was no phone call. I flew back to London. Five weeks passed. I kept checking my phone every 20 minutes, trying to find something. Eventually, one day I was sitting on my bed with my dog just scrolling through Instagram, and there it was. It said, “Go to our website and check out who the new Spider-Man is.” And I did. It said my name. I went crazy. My poor dog had a fit. I ran downstairs, told my family. My brother, Harry, was like, “No, dude. Sony’s account has been hacked. They’d let you know. They’d call you.” Which is so Harry, by the way. He’s so pessimistic about everything. But Sony had gotten hacked not long before. Then [president of Marvel Studios, and producer on the film] Kevin Feige rang me up, telling me, “I’ve got great news. You’re going to be Spider-Man.” I’m like, “I know, Kevin. It’s on Instagram. I’m 19. Did you really think I wasn’t going to find it?”

ZENDAYA: Everybody asks me this question: What do you see for yourself? What do you want? Obviously, you’ve done other types of roles that are very different from Peter Parker. Do you want to act forever?

HOLLAND: The 20-year goal is to be a film director. The 15-year goal is to win an Oscar. The five-year goal is to just keep enjoying myself. I really am having the time of my life. But as far as my future goes, I want to stretch myself as an actor in a way that Jake Gyllenhaal, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Meryl Streep do. I don’t want to be stuck to one character. I think that’s what can happen when you take on a superhero movie. So every conversation I have with my agent is, “What have you got for me? What’s next? Who can I play?”

ZENDAYA: It’s cool you want to be a director. When I’m on set with you, you have a very director-like mind. You’re always coming up with ideas and being as involved as possible.

HOLLAND: I like directing because I like working with actors so much. I’d like to be a director who gives my actors complete freedom while collaborating with them to find performances.

ZENDAYA: We never had this in-depth of a conversation when we were on set.


ZENDAYA: Our conversations are …

HOLLAND: Childish.

ZENDAYA: What do you consider your biggest flaw and your greatest strength? That’s a very mature thing to know.

HOLLAND: My biggest flaw is probably my attention span or lack thereof. And while it might seem contradictory, my biggest strength is my work ethic. Like, on Spider-Man, I would just try to outwork everyone. That said, if you ask me to read a book, I just can’t get my brain to focus on it.

ZENDAYA: I feel like I know the answer to this, but what role in an iconic movie do you wish that you could have played?

HOLLAND: James Bond. Or maybe I’ll do Batman.

ZENDAYA: It would be a little unfair if you got to play Spider-Man, James Bond, and Batman, Tom.

HOLLAND: It would be so unfair. But life isn’t fair, Zendaya.

onesies - tom holland imagine #6

notes : having plenty of money to spend, tom decides to get matching onesies for you and the rest of the holy trinity.

warning : cute ass mf shit! also rlly abrupt ending bc i wrote this at 2 in morning. 


“Tom, what is this?”

You stared at the pile of forest green cloth on the floor as you sat down on the sofa. Harrison groaned and plopped down next to you on the sofa. Raising a questioning eyebrow at Tom, you waited for his reply.

“You literally woke us up at 4 am just for this, it better be good,” Jacob mumbled, asking Harrison to scoot over on the sofa.

That wasn’t a lie. Usually, the call-time for the cast of Spider-Man was at 6 am, not 5. However, Tom had rung the three of you up at 4 in the morning, excitedly rambling on about some presents he got for everyone. At first, you were confused. Was it Christmas? Was it someone’s birthday? Was it someone’s half-birthday?

When you arrived on set an hour earlier, you glared daggers at the brunette’s way, but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

“That, lady and gentlemen, is something that will change our lives forever,” he announced, jogging over to the pile and lifting one off the ground.

Jacob started to snort when all of you got a better view of the object. You squinted your eyes until Tom properly held the clothing properly.

“You got us fucking Ninja Turtles onesies?” Harrison yelled, his voice laced with amusement and disbelief.

You stood up and snatched the onesie from Tom, already trying to swallow your laughter. Both Harrison and Jacob got up from their seats and picked up the other onesies.

“You woke us up at 4 in the morning for this?” you asked, turning to look at Tom, unimpressed.

His bright, mischievous smile was quickly replaced with a worry gaze, puppy dog eyes in full effect. You started to feel bad as he began to slowly look like a kicked puppy.

“Do you not like it?”

You cracked, letting a smile crawl onto your lips. Bundling up the onesie, you walked over to Tom and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“I’m kidding, Holland, I love it,” you giggled, hitting his shoulder with the sleeve of the hoodie.

Tom’s cheeks turned a light pink as he began smiling again, his grin practically reaching his ears. His soft brown eyes began twinkling again, although there was something different in his eyes. You blinked, just realising what you did.

Jacob let out a low whistle and you snapped out of your trance. You spun around quickly to send Jacob a warning look, but he continued the teasing anyways.

“Aw come on, guys, can you start flirting in like 2 hours? It’s way too early for this now,” he joked. Tom picked up a pillow from the sofa and threw it at Jacob, who successfully dodged it while chuckling.

Trying to change the subject, you looked at the onesie in your hands and shouted, “dibs on Donatello!”

“I should be Raphael,” Tom said out loud, throwing the red-masked onesie over his shoulder.

You and Harrison shared a look before laughing. You stepped forward and took the onesie from Tom before handing it to Harrison.

“You are so far from Raphael, you’re no badboy,” you stifled a laugh as you watched Tom gasp.

“And what, Harrison is?”

“Harrison could be a casanova, we all know that,” you shrugged, giving him the blue-laced onesie, “you’re more Leonardo anyways.”

Jacob was already wearing his onesie as him and Harrison helped each other into it.Instead of wearing his onesie, Tom had his hands on his hips and a playful glare on his face. He furrowed his eyebrows at you, “I could be a bad boy if I wanted to.”

Wheezing from laughter, you shook your head.

“Tom, you’re too sweet for that. You apologised to a wall when you bumped into it. You could never break anyone’s heart purposely,” you drawled out, unbuttoning the hoodie.

“Oh, really?” Tom challenged, stepping closer towards you, “I could never do that?”

Your heart began to speed up and you diverted your eyes towards the onesie you were holding, refusing to look up.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, trying to remain calm. He was getting too close than usual and a lump began to form at your throat. Good lord, you could even smell the cologne he was wearing. Soon, your hands were just barely hovering over his chest and your heart nearly dropped.

The room was oddly silent, which was strange because Harrison and Jacob would have already started teasing the both of you. Where were they? Did they leave?

You froze, not even daring to breathe when Tom dropped the onesie he was holding. His hands touched both of your arms, before gently touching your cheek in his warm hand. The other hand trailed down to your waist, resting there. He softly smiled. You had no idea what he was going to do, but you didn’t want him to stop.

Finally looking up, you swore you could see all of his features just a centimeter away from your face.

“Sure?” He asked another time, his voice now much more huskier and softer.

You gulped, not able to get a word out.

He closed his enticing brown eyes and leaned foreward. Your heart started to race a million kilometers per second but you swallowed your nerves, closing your eyes too. You had been waiting months for this moment to come, and here it was.

Waiting for his lips to touch yours, you waited a few seconds until you felt someone kiss your nose. Your eyes shot open and you gaped at Tom as you realised what he had done.

He didn’t kiss you. Well, at least not the way you wanted. He kissed you on the nose. After all that teasing and tension, he kissed you on the nose.

You blushed, struggling to form a proper sentence. Tom stepped back, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

“Y-you didn’t just -” you managed to let out, waving your arms around.

“What, love?” he asked innocently.

You narrowed your eyes at the brunette, who looked way too satisfied with himself.

“I hate you,” you stated flatly, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

Truthfully, you were slowly getting upset. Although he did kiss you on the nose, it still didn’t confirm whether or not he actually liked you.

You had been crushing on him for months, occasionally dropping hints that he never caught. You felt stupid.

All you were to him was a friend.

He was just playing around with you. He would never kiss you. He didn’t like you like that.

This wasn’t the first time he had done something like that. He loved to tease you.

With your heart sinking, you turned away from him and quietly zipped open the onesie. Slipping into it, you adjusted the onesie to your comfort and zipped it back up. You were trying not to make it obvious that you were upset, but Tom knew you better than that.

“Hey,” he said, walking over towards you, “what’s wrong? You alright?”

You ignored his question, “do I look okay?”

Tom placed his hands on both your shoulders and you almost wanted to shrug him off. You weren’t going to let him to do this again. You weren’t going to let him raise your hopes up like that again.

“Did I get too close?” he pressed again, not taking his eyes off you.

Frowning, you rolled your eyes and brushed off his hands before backing up slightly.

“You have to stop,” you softly said, looking at your feet.

Tom’s eyebrows furrowed together, “stop what?”

“My God, you have to stop acting like,” you threw your hands in the air, “like you want to kiss me or something. I don’t know, just stop raising my hopes up.”

“Hopes up? Wait is this about -”

You didn’t even give him time to answer as you desperately cried out, “yes, Tom! Stop acting like you like me! I know you don’t, stop playing with me like that.”

Biting your lip, you stood in silence as Tom fell quiet. When he didn’t say anything, you took off the onesie quickly and apologised under your breath. You dropped the onesie on the sofa and turned, walking briskly away from Tom.

Your head was spinning as you realised what you had done.

You just confessed to Tom that you liked him.God, what did you think you were doing?

Reaching the door, you were about to open the door when you heard him yell your name.

“Y/N! Wait!”

“I-I’m sorry Tom, I know I just made this super awkward. Just please -” this time, you were interrupted.

“I like you.”

Your eyes widened and you gasped, not sure if what you heard was right. Were you hallucinating?

“I didn’t kiss you because I didn’t know if you wanted me to,” he confessed.

Turning to face him, you frowned.

“I wasn’t obvious?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

He meekly shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No, I thought I was being too obvious.”

You giggled, jogging up to him and throwing your arms over him. His laughter quickly joined yours as he stumbled backwards a little, taken aback by your hug. He hugged you back, his arms wrapping around your body.

“God, Thomas, why didn’t you just tell me?” you asked, your voice muffled by his hoodie.

Tom chuckled, “why didn’t you tell me?”

Letting go of him, you simpered.

“Touché, touché.”

The both of you shared another moment of laughter before taking a second to breathe. Here you both were. You were in his arms and you were practically bursting with joy. It all felt too good to be true.

This time, with no hesitation, you reached up and kissed his lips. Tom kissed back, his arms wrapping around your waist tighter as you entangled your hands in his curls.

“Well, that took forever.”

The both of you quickly broke apart, you pulling yourself away from Tom. Harrison stood at the hallway, leaning against the wall as he smirked at his two friends.

“Shut up,” you and Tom said simultaneously, causing a giggle to erupt from Jacob.


Rolling your eyes, you felt Tom sling his arm over your shoulder. You leaned into his figure, smiling contently as you let your friends constantly tease the both of you.

You didn’t mind, in all honesty.

You finally had Tom.  

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Now, Forever, and Always

Originally posted by baraturtles

Leonardo x Reader

Now, Forever, and Always

Prompt: A Leo x Reader fluff where the reader is doubtful of Leo’s love for her since she believes that because he hasn’t met many girls in the first place, he may just see her as his only option?

Note: Hey y’all, sorry it’s been literally forever, but I’ve been a bit busy lmao. My first book signing is this Saturday and I am beyond pumped! So yeah, here I am. School just got out, so expect fics to be more frequent.

Word Count: 504

Leonardo was the best boyfriend you could have ever hoped for. He was kind, caring, brave, strong, loyal…but he was also a turtle, and being a giant mutant turtle, it was not exactly easy for him to find a significant other. He loved you, he made that more than clear every day, but lately, more and more you feared that you weren’t enough for him. What if he was only with you because you were the first girl his age he had met?

Maybe if he had more options, you wouldn’t be the one he picked.

“Are you all right?” His voice cut through your thoughts like the blade strapped to his shell.

“Yeah, why?” You replied, looking up at him from the book in your hands.

“You haven’t turned a page in twenty minutes. So either something on those two pages is really interesting or you’re stressed.” He sat on the couch beside you and took one of your hands in both of his, encasing the small five-fingered human hand in both of his large scaly three-fingered ones. “What’s wrong?”

In his blue eyes, you could see a flash of concern. You sighed and set the book on the table in front of you.

“I don’t even know.” You couldn’t string the words into a sentence.

“Can I help with whatever it is?”

“I’m not even sure…” You paused. “Leo, am I enough?”

“What are you talking about?” Leo’s features twisted in confusion.

“I just…” you shook your head. “Listen, I know that with your…Leo, you’re a giant turtle. I know it’s not exactly easy to meet people, and I don’t want you to feel obligated to love me just because I’m the first person you’ve had the chance to date.”

“So you think…(Y/N), just because you’re the first person I’ve…We met each other for a reason. I don’t know if you believe in destiny and fate and all of that, but I do.” With one hand, he raised your chin so you were looking directly into his intense blue eyes. “And I knew the moment I met you that I was in love with you.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach and chills ran up your spine. Leo just said he loved you. He was in love with you. He had been all along.

“You l-love me.” You stated, unable to stop the smile that slowly spread across your lips.

“More than anything.” There wasn’t a waver of uncertainty in his tone. It made your heart race.

“I’ve been in love with you since…since the night we met, I think.” You struggled to get the words out of your mouth. “And we ran into each other and you gave me your number, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about you, but I was so worried that you had bigger and better things to think about and I-”

“(Y/N), you are the only thing on my mind. I love you. Now, forever, and always.” He pressed a long kiss to your lips. “I promise.”

Rapheal x Chubby!Reader

I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted anon! :) 

 11:00 pm standing in front of the mirror again for what seemed like ages, poking and prodding and the stomach you hated. Unlike the magazines and television models you had a bit more to your body then they did. As your eyes caught the “skinny” jeans laying in the corner of your room, a sigh of defeat escaped your lips. They were good jeans nothing was wrong with them except for the fact the sometimes it got difficult to fit into them comfortably.

 Personally you liked your leggings better, they fit snugly, they were soft and they didn’t make your thighs itch which nobody wanted. There was one downside to this all, they were the same pair of jeans that April owned and April was a goddess in most men’s eyes. Long legs, hour glass figure, clear complexion, could eat fast food for a year and not gain a single pound. That’s what you wanted so badly to be, especially when you caught Raphael’s longing stares in her direction and thin models on motorcycles posters strewn across his room. Even as Raph laid across the room in your bed you couldn’t help but think that he deserved more than you, someone who could defend themselves and fight for the little guy, someone who could charm her way into the room, who made everyone’s heads turn as she entered. Realizing to yourself that you had just described April you angrily tossed your damned jeans to the floor and kicked them swiftly under the bed, knocking over your chair in the process which startled Raphael awake.

 “Ya know I’m trying to sleep here…Eh babe what’s the matter?”

 “Absolutely nothing Raphael I’m perfectly freaking fine!”

 “Eh I highly doubt that doll”

 “Why me Raphael? Why have all this as a girlfriend, why not some thin stick like creature that you like so much?! What’s the point of dating me when you obviously don’t like what I look like, am I that bad that your just with me because you feel bad?!”

 “What the- HEY! Calm down y/n”

 “That’s rich coming from you Raph”

 “Nah what’s rich is how dumb your being, what. The hell do ya mean I don’t like how ya look? Ya think I’d enjoy someone else? Y/n what the shell’s gotten into you!”

 “Go be with April, she’s the better choice for you! God dammit Raph she’s everything you need and everything I’m not! Can’t you see? She can jump rooftops and fight the bad guys while still coming up with some sort of world saving plan and still look like she’s stepped out of a beauty salon! She’s miss perfect isn’t she? Rides motorcycles, takes long walks, kick boxes, she’s thin, she’s great at everything! I’m just not enough for you can’t you see! I’m just standing in your way of being happy for once! Leave me while you can Raph! Don’t pity me anymore.” “Y/n…baby c’mere”

 Raphael’s eyes softened as he realized what you were going on about, he hadn’t meant to cause you to feel this way. To him you are the most beautiful girl he’s ever met yea sure April was pretty but you were something else. You could belt out the lyrics to ever rock and roll song ever created, you weren’t afraid of taking one for the team, your laugh made him feel like that’s all he ever wanted. Wrapping you in his arms tightly even though you tried to squirm away wanting to scream out another round of angry words and hot tears falling down your face.

 “Doll, I’m gonna love ya until I can’t no more then I’m gonna love ya just the way ya are some more. I don’t need April by my side, hell I have my girl right here in my arms and there ain’t no way I’m letting her go. You’re beautiful baby and I don’t tell you it enough, I love gettin lost in your eyes and I love picking you up just to hear you laugh, I love your body babe, all the curves just make their more to love and there ain’t no way I would want anything less. I’m a frickin idiot for not telling you more baby, hell it takes a special kind of girl to wanna date a mutant turtle” 

 Your tears eventually turned into sniffles and your sniffles turned into a giggle as Raph made fun of himself. He smirked at your little laugh, kissing the top of your head.

 “That’s my girl, my beautiful girl”

 “I love you Raphie”

 “Yea you do, I love you to y/n more then ya know doll.”

 “I think I have a pretty good idea how much now!” 

 “Do me a favour doll, never doubt how beautiful ya are. I see in you everything I’ve ever wanted and I wouldn’t want it any other way. All I need is you, all I want is you, I don’t need no one else as long as I’ve got you. Short and chubby, tall and thin, I’m gonna love you no matter what. After all I’ve got some flaws that need work to, and your always there to give me an attitude check and to make me a better man…well better turtle. But ya know if you wanna learn how to box then I can teach you a few moves” 

 Curling into his arms just a little more you stood on your tip toes and gave Raph a long sweet kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and feeling his wrap tightly around your waist. There’s was nothing to be ashamed about, loving yourself was what was important. Even if you couldn’t do it now then at least you had Raph to help you along the way.

 Side note: everyone’s bodies are beautiful! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise either :)

Originally posted by rosesloveninjas

Be Together

Originally posted by spiritual-speckled-kitty

Leonardo (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Thank you for requesting nonnie! And thank you for the complement (; If you have another idea for a tattoo feel free to change it in your head c:

Prompt: “Love your Donnie imagine! Keep up the good work- here’s a little request with any of the boys, although I have a soft spot for my boy in blue and the hothead ;) just something fluffy like- the boys waking up next to their s/o for the first time and catching a peek of a hidden tattoo their s/o has.”

Word count: 700

Warnings: Swearing, mention of smut

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

“It’s very rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate, really.” Leo mumbled with his arms wrapped around your body and his thumbs running up and down your sides. You both had been together for quite a while, and you hardly got alone time. But tonight, the other turtles were out and Splinter was doing a 10-hour meditation session in his room. You were alone, finally.

You’d spent most of the night wrapped up in each other’s arms, watching movies that he’d missed out on. It was nice not to have to worry about whether he’d come back from patrol with injuries. It was nice to just lay with one another and be together.

“Not what you had in mind?” You turned around so you were placing him, one hand on his plastron, the other running along his lower lip. It was also nice to be the same height for once; it was nice to look at him straight instead of up.

“Such an inconvenience…” he’d closed the distance between you, his lips soft against yours. Your arm moved up his plastron slowly, wrapping around his neck. He gripped your waist with his hands, squeezing your sides lightly. The feeling sent waves of electricity through both of your bodies; your senses went from 0 to 100.

“I’m not sorry…” you smirked at him when you reluctantly pulled away from him, your eyes heavy and short of breath. He smiled back, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before lifting your chin up to meet his lips again for a small peck.

“Neither am I, darling.” Running his hands up your side, he brought your shirt up as well. The cool air mixed with Leo’s captivating touch sent a shiver up you side. He pressed his body against yours before gripping your hips again and sitting you on his lap. You traced circles around his plastron, staring down at him as your hair framed your face. He cupped your cheek, running a thumb up and down before bringing you closer to him and kissing you once again.

Mikey was dead when Leo got his hands on him. The young orange turtle was screaming that breakfast was ready, but Leo was nowhere near ready to get up. Especially when he woke up to the love of his life lying next to him. Smiling, he took a moment to reflect on how lucky he was to have someone like you in his life. You were amazing, unlike any other. Kissing your shoulder, he turned back around on to his side and wrapped his arms around your naked body.

It was only then that he noticed the tiny tattoo between your shoulder blades. It was small, some sort of flower. It was beautiful, but he was quite curious as to why you hadn’t mentioned it before. He ran his fingers over it, but not before leaning down and placing a kiss on it. You were utterly stunning, and apparently full of surprises.

“I got it on a whim. I forget it’s there most of the time.” You mumbled sleepily, turning around to face him. “I picked it because it’s pretty.” He chuckled as you curled into him, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“You know what’s prettier?” you looked up at his with a raised eyebrow

“If you say me, I’m going to punch you.” Poking his nose, he chuckled and shook his head.

“Of course not, I was going to say me.”

Abandoned//Scott McCall

Characters: Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Derek Hale, Reader.

I fell in love with you at 3:16 on March 4th. It was a Tuesday, I think it rained. I met you at 8:02 on September 26th. It was my first day of school, I was new to town. Lydia was my peer guide so I sat with you at lunch. You made me laugh. I laughed all the time with you, Agent Scotty.

“You’re really going to sneak into coach’s office and do it?”

“Yes! Stiles has done it. I’ll just redo it and put it on his desk. He’ll never know I flunked the test.” Scott shrugs.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this.” You sighed.

“Trust me. I’m like a spy. He’ll never know I was there.”

“A spy, huh?” You giggled.

“Agent McCall.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Sounds too formal…” You looked up at his smile.

“Agent Scotty.” You laughed, his smile widening as he laughed with you.

“Agent Scotty at your service.” He saluted you.

“Well, Scotty, I need the flunked test on my desk by 4 p.m. You better not fail me!”

“Yes, chief!” He shouts as he takes off down the hall to coach’s office.

You were my best friend. You had Stiles and I had Lydia, but we had each other. You were my net.

Do you remember that time we got caught cooking a 3-course dinner at 4 o'clock in the morning by your mom? I do. She was so mad at first, but then she grabbed a plate and sat down and ate with us.

What about that time we’d convinced Stiles that Leonardo DiCaprio was never in Titanic? He was so pissed when he found out we’d tricked him. He told Lydia he loved Ryan Gosling’s work in that movie. He wouldn’t talk to us until we brought him pizza and a life-sized cutout of Leonardo DiCaprio in the movie. I think he still has it in his apartment.

Did I tell you that Lydia and Stiles are engaged? He proposed last week.

Do you remember our first date? You took me to the reserve. We became official there. It was January 6th at 10:42 p.m. That was a Monday.

“Scott it’s super dark out here.”

“Trust me, Y/N. Please?”

“Okay. I do trust you. It’s just..really dark.” You grasp his hand and he squeezes it.

You walked until you reached light. You looked over the town, sighing as Scott approached the edge.

“You brought me to our spot.” You smile.

“Oh but of course. Where else would I take you?”

“I don’t know..” You look around. “Promise me that that if this doesn’t work out we’ll still be friends?”

“God, Y/N..you’re my best friend. Nothing, and I mean nothing will change that.” He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around you. “Besides, why is that even a question?”

“I don’t know. I just thought I’d ask.”

He kisses your cheek. “I plan on staying your boyfriend, if you don’t mind.”

“Boyfriend?” You look up at him.

“I mean…yeah. I thought so…is this weird? Am I making this weird? I didn’t know if we were official or not so..” He blushes.

“No, I like it. You’re my boyfriend.” You laugh.

“Good. That makes me feel better.”

I told my mom about you that night. She knew you only as my friend. I’d never told her I’d liked you. I gushed, and as embarrassing as it is to think back on, I’d do it again, just so I could talk about you like you were brand new.

I lost my virginity to you, it was February 14th. Super cliche. But you knew that, you were there. The sex was terrible and we both knew it, but it was Valentine’s Day, it was supposed to be romantic. We cuddled afterward, that was the first time you spent the night. I remember thinking how warm you were, I loved it. We woke up the next morning and you ran out of my room, afraid of my mom coming in. She wouldn’t have minded, she loved you. She knew that you were the one for me.

The next week was amazing. We were closer than we’d ever been. It was obvious to everyone that we’d taken that step but we didn’t care.

“God, Y/N…just go to the janitor’s closet already.” Malia rolls her eyes.

“Oh shut up. I’m just looking at him.” You roll your eyes.

“No, you’re devouring him.” She nudges your arm as you continue to stare.

“I can do that. He’s mine.” You smile at Scott across the room and he smirks.

The day I fell in love with you I’d just wrecked my car. My mom wouldn’t answer the phone and I walked to your house for help. You found me standing outside. It definitely did rain, now that I’m talking about it, because I was dripping wet. I even you remember you saying something flirty about it. I stood there shivering, my arms crossed over my chest. I was wearing that big blue jacket of yours. You pulled me inside, your warmth already making me feel better.

“Babe what happened?” Scott asks you, unzipping your jacket.

“There was a deer. I swerved to miss it and hit the guard rail.” You sighed, pulling your wet hair up. Your makeup was smeared all over your face.

“Look, I know I’m supposed to support my girlfriend and all but you’re a hot, hot mess.” Scott gives you a once over.

You laugh and step out of your shoes. They squelch as you put them to the side. “Thanks for that support then.”

“I’m just saying. Look, I’ll call AAA and we’ll take care of it. For now, come upstairs and get changed.”

You nod and take his hand as he leads you upstairs.

You changed into his T-shirt and some boxers, climbing into his bed. “Babe hold me. I’m cold.” You pouted at him.

He sits on top of his sheets, holding you in his arms. “I called while you changed, they said they’d get your insurance number from your mom.”

“Thanks, Scotty.” You sigh into his chest.

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” He smiles.

“Scott….” You mutter.

“Yeah, babe?” He looks down at you.

“I’m in love with you.” You said proudly. You knew he’d reciprocate, you’d heard him say it in his sleep.

A big smile spreads across his face. “I love you too.” He kisses you gently, your wet hair falling into his face.

You took care of me so well, everyone knew we’d get married. We even looked into getting married in a state that would allow us to get married as minors. We never did though, we kept putting it off. You said you’d never proposed so it wasn’t official, but I knew it was because of your mom and dad. You never talked about their relationship much, you just swore up and down to me you’d never become him.

We never got the chance to get married.

I lost you June 19th. I know the exact time. Every time I see it flash on a clock my heart breaks. It was 9:29 p.m. You’d gone out with Derek to talk to an alpha of another pack. Derek showed up on my doorstep, unable to speak. My last words to you were ‘don’t do anything stupid.’

You heard a knock at your door, you figured it was Scott so you ran to it before anyone else could answer it. It was Derek, he’d been crying. He had tears running down his red cheeks, he was bent over, he looked emotionally drained.

“Derek, what’s wrong?”

“Scott. H-he…we were all calm and we trusted the other alpha…he just…” He sniffles and you lean against the door frame.

“Derek…what’s going on?”

“Scott…he’s…he’s gone. The other alpha broke his neck..I just..God it happened so fast, Y/N! I’m so sorry!”

You fell to your knees, a scream ripping from your throat. This wasn’t real, it wasn’t real. This was just one of those dreams that Scott would hold you through. You’d wake up in Scott’s warm arms and he’d be stroking your hair.

“No…no it’s not real.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I took him to the hospital.”

Your sobs rang through the house, your vision going blurry. You felt your body go numb, the only thing you could hear was your heart pounding. Your tears soaked the front of your T-shirt. It was Scott’s, you’d kept it from the time you wrecked.

Derek squatted in front of you, holding you as you cried.

“He’s gone Derek. He left me! He left me in this stupid town and now I have no one!” You screamed. “I’m all alone! He abandoned me! The love of my life is dead!”

I’m sitting here writing you this letter. I hope you can read it in spirit. I plan on leaving this at your grave..your mom said they clean it up every week. So, read it before then.

I did find a ring in your room. Your mom let me go look after you died. It was in the second drawer in your desk. It had a blue post-it with my name on it. It’s beautiful. I still have the post-it. I left it on my fridge just so I can still see your handwriting.

I better end this letter before it gets too long. I love you, Scotty. I miss you.


Pairing: Raphael x Reader (Not established)

“Just a few more minutes and you will reach a state of complete understanding. You will find true peace and true purpose. Now, breathe in-”

The soothing voice that came out of the radio speakers was suddenly drowned out by a guttural roar, echoing through the sewers. Splinter, who had been balancing on his tail for more than twenty-four hours, lost his footing and had to resume his normal posture before falling to the ground in the most humiliating way.

His eyes grew wide and his lips were just a thin line as Leonardo and Michelangelo tried to pull Raphael into their lair. He wasn’t angry - he was furious.

“Let me go! I will find them! I will ki-”

“Calm down, brah!”

“Shut up and let me GO!”

Raphael pulled on Mikey’s golden necklace to throw him out of balance, before roughly shoving him against Donatello and out of the way. After that, he faced his big brother Leo and snarled at him. His voice wasn’t more than a dangerous hiss, and his eyes were narrowed to piercing slits.

“Lemme go, Leo. I won’t ask twice!”

“No, you won’t!”, came the deafening voice of their father. It was only then that Raphael paused in his tracks.

The giant rat slowly made his way to Michelangelo and Donatello, touching their forearms in concern, before facing the red-clad turtle again.

“Care to explain what’s going on? Or will a day in the Hashi loosen your tongues?”

Raphael only huffed, his hands clenched into fists. His breathing was ragged and hard and his nostrils flared as Leonardo let go of his arm and kneeled in front of their master.

“Father, he’s lost control. There was an incident in the city. (Y/N), she … she got hurt.”
Leonardo glanced at his hotheaded brother before continuing.

“She’s in the hospital. It’s nothing too serious, but Raphael is out of his mind! The sun’s coming up in two hours and he rambles about bringing them to justice.”

Raphael couldn’t stay quiet anymore. His oh-so-perfect brother was talking as if he wasn’t there!

“Yer the one always talkin’ about justice and fairness! Our friend got hurt by some thieves, they’re still runnin’ around … maybe hurtin’ others!”

Leonardo sighed in annoyance while he stood up and faced his brother again. Couldn’t he obey for once? The blue-clad turtle crossed his arms before speaking in a calm and rather cold voice.

“You’re beyond reason, Raph. We weren’t there when it happened. We don’t know how they looked like. We will find them, but not over the next twelve hours. Going outside wouldn’t help anyone right now. Especially not her.”

Raphael’s eyes widened and he took a step back from his brother. His breathing hadn’t slowed down in the slightest, and even though he tried to be reasonable - he couldn’t. He looked from one family member to the next, finally gazing at his father, who seemingly agreed with Leonardo’s decision. He couldn’t speak right now. He couldn’t apologize right now. The bulky terrapin only puffed and turned on his heels, stomping over to his bench.

His older brother wanted to say something else, but the clawed hand of his father kept him silent.
“Don’t, Leonardo. He knows you’re right. We all know you’re right. But it hurts him nonetheless.”

“But why? She’s a friend, but-”

The soft chuckle of Splinter interrupted the skilled ninja.

“Oh, Leonardo. You’re not as omniscient as you think you are. She’s so much more than a friend to your dear brother.”

His eyes had a soft sheen to it as he looked around, fixating Michelangelo, who had a knowing smirk written across his face.

“She holds his heart.”

Raphael grunted as he lay on his bench, lifting all the manhole covers he possessed in an agonizingly fast rhythm. Sweat trickled down his arms, his forehead, running along the tendons of his neck and pooling inside his shell. He had to dull the pain. The only way he knew how to do it was to inflict a different kind of pain. So he continued to stem those weights, gritting his teeth, screwing his eyes shut. White blazing patterns flickered through the darkness. He didn’t want to see. Didn’t want to imagine how you looked like when they attacked. How you must’ve screamed, hoping for someone to help you. And he wasn’t there.

The big terrapin began to pant, his body was at its limit, but he couldn’t stop yet. His mind wouldn’t stop racing. You were stabbed. If he had been there, he could’ve taken the blow for you. Hell, he would cut his arm off this instant, just to undo all this.
The thought of losing you … he couldn’t. Raphael tried to block out those pictures flashing before his eyes but found he was incapable of doing so. He saw your long hair and imagined how soft it felt between his rough and scaly fingers. You always giggled when he buried his face in those silky tresses, inhaling your rosy scent.

No. Stop it!

Raphael clenched his jaw and with each painful movement of his arms, a fuming grunt left his lungs. He could hear his blood pumping through his veins. Could hear his frantic heartbeat in his ears, drumming, distracting, tormenting him.
He felt how the weights came closer to his face, and even though he tried with all his might, they wouldn’t stop in their tracks. He had no control over his muscles anymore and just before they seriously hurt him, two strong hands wrapped around the barbell and pulled the weight away from the red-clad turtle.

“What are you doing, Raph?” came the unmistakable voice of Leonardo, his big brother.

Raphael gasped for air, feeling the burning sensation in his arms and the familiar weakness that came along with it. The giant terrapin slowly straightened himself before looking up. He expected to see disdain written over his brother’s face, but all he saw was deep and honest concern. Raphael desperately tried to slow his breathing, to collect his thoughts. Sweat ran down his skin and he reached for a towel on the floor, but before he could wipe his face, Leo spoke again.

“I … I am sorry.”

Raphael looked up.


Leonardo seemed to search for the right words, absentmindedly chewing on his bottom lip.

“A good leader shows consideration for others. A good brother shows sympathy.”

Raphael had to process the words of his big brother. It wasn’t often that he had a reason to apologize to him, but it definitely struck a chord each time he did it.

“Come on. Put that towel away and follow me. We don’t have much time.”

A couple of minutes later, both brothers stood on a highrise, slowly making their way to the edge of the building. The horizon already got a lilac hue to it and they couldn’t waste much more time.

“Look into the second window from the right. Third row.”

Raphael squinted his eyes and let them roam over the hospital on the opposite side.

“Is that-”


“But how-”


His brother slowly put his hand on Raphael’s shoulder, assuring him.

“She will be alright. We can’t get any closer, but now you know she will be up and about in no time and you have no reason to run amok in New York City.”

Raphael bit his lip and looked at his feet.

“I know … I know.” His gaze lifted and he looked into the eyes of his leader.

“Thank you, Leo.”

They both bumped their fists, before making their way back to the funnel.

“Anytime, Raph.”

‘cause when you walked into the room just then

theatre au collab with @alrightpotter. here’s her part.

a/n: lucie, my love!!! happy birthday!!! i’d want to know you if you reached peak gay or became buffy summers dog or could only eat car tires. i love you badly. id probably give up weetbix for you. have the best day in the world.

Godric’s Post                                                                              8th February 2009

Film: The Wind In the Whomping Willows
Director: Bathilda Bagshot
Plot Summary: 4 friends go for a picnic. Boredom ensues.

I’ve never liked Bathilda Bagshot, and yes this may have been because of an incident at one of my parents’ house parties where she literally hissed at me when I reached for another baked potato, but the point still stands. She continues rely on prolonged dialogue scenes that don’t move the plot along and stretch to the point of absurdity, until the viewer is begging for a change in scene, shot, anything, only to presented with (unbelievably) yet more boredom.  

So put aside whatever resentment you’re harbouring that I just name dropped Bathilda Bagshot and that she used to come to my house, and wallow in how wasted my Friday night was watching this garbage. My personal highlight was the closing credits, because it meant I could at last be free from this endless hell of four people sitting in a wood, talking about sandwiches and grass for two hours straight.

Naturally I imagine some people enjoyed the film, (Bagshot does know her way around a camera, I’ll give her that, the cinematography was flawless.) however dear, cherished, hopefully-subscribed-and-not-reading-this-on-the-free-trial-reader, I must ask: who doesn’t like a little during movie commentary? Before Friday I would have said no one, but after Friday I would have to say no one, with the exception of uptight, haughty gingers.

Rather like Penelope Clearwater’s unfortunate character in The Wind in the Whomping Boredom, I too found myself being falsely accused of a crime I did not commit. In Clearwater’s case (she shines in the film, despite Bagshot’s insistence she be holding a mirror in every scene) it was of stealing the picnic sandwiches. Mine was the slightly more serious charge of ‘injuring’ a fellow reviewer.

I want it stated for the record that no such injury occurred, and that as far as I am aware popcorn is rarely classified as an assault weapon, but I am willing to hear argument on the matter. However I could be wrong because the reviewer in question seemed to genuinely enjoy the Wind In the Whomping Waste of Time, so maybe it wasn’t her eye that should be examined, but her brain.

In summary: this film has done the impossible and been even more tedious than Bagshot’s last effort, A History of the Snake Inside Me, which I didn’t think possible. My nine-year-old criticisms rarely stand up to scrutiny but I think my judgement of Ms Bagshot being The Worst has proven correct. Furthermore, I want it noted for no particular reason at all that if at any point I am contacted by a lawyer about paying medical bills for a non-existent injury, I will do something else ‘ridiculous’ and ‘childlike’ like toilet papering a Certain Reviwers house or broadcasting my witty and hilarious movie commentary over a loudspeaker during each and every film I will ever attend from this point on.

(the editor Remus J. Lupin wishes to clarify for legal reasons that comments above are aimed at no particular individual, all wishes views presented are the writer and the writers views alone, and to please not sue the paper)

Godric’s Post                                                                                  3rd March 2009

Film: 101 Fantastic Beasts
Director: Newt Scamander
Plot Summary: CGI animals have a good time. Audience have a good time.

Scamander has always had a talent for animation, even his questionable films like Beasts Which Are Fantastic If Only We Knew Where To Find Them (nonsensical, long-winded title) and The Porpentina Goldstein Story (thought it was going to be about hedgehogs. It was not.) should be seen purely for their onscreen beauty alone.

Thankfully, 101 Fantastic Beats wasn’t a repeat of the Hedgehog Incident but rather exactly what it says on the tin, 101 Fantastic Beasts romping around the city and having a jolly good time, until one of them dies and the entire world becomes a bleak hell-scape that you are desperate to escape because you can’t stop crying.

Unfortunately my screening experience of this charming film was somewhat hindered by the near constant stream of insults and accusations of ‘eye assault’ from a Certain Reviewer which culminated in said reviewer tipping popcorn that Was Not Hers across The Innocent Victims Lap.

The reviewers in question needn’t have ever spoken again but because a Certain Reviewer had slandered another Wholly Blameless Reviewer in her paper, which the Wholly Blameless Reviewer’s Mother reads, some things had to be sorted out. And those things were trying to get the Certain Reviewer to print a retraction so the Wholly Blameless Reviewers Mother would stop bloody going on about it.  

On top of this Wholly Blameless was mocked mercilessly for showing emotion during what ranks as one of the most heart-breaking scenes of all time, next to such movie moments as the ending of Dead Poets Society and the shooting of Bambi’s mother in Bambi. Obviously a Certain Reviewer needs to borrow a heart so she doesn’t have to poke fun at others for having what she does not: feelings. Wholly Blameless would be happy to lend her some of his, as he’s just good like that and not at all the ‘slice of expired a*shole’ he’d previously been accused of being.

101 Beasts has heart (unlike Certain Reviewer’s) and is appropriate for the whole family excluding twelve year olds, because obviously they’re terrible and you’d never want to take them anywhere anyway, so it’s a win-win.

(The editor wishes to clarify that the writers list of saddest movie moments is flawed because it has left off the Jack death scene from Titanic because the writer thinks ‘Cameron clearly emotionally manipulated the audience’ and ‘there was plenty of room for both of them on that door’ because the writer is an imbecile. The editor cannot believe he is the film critic.)

Godric’s Post                                                                                  11th April 2009

Film: The Cupboard Under The Stairs
Director: Gilderoy Lockhart
Summary: You really don’t want to know.

Gilderoy Lockhart has won two Oscars, and yet every time I watch one of his films I have to forcefully remind myself that it wasn’t shot by a nine-year old with a camcorder who uses their dog as a sound assistant. The dullness of the film will stun and bewilder all who see it, as it defies reason why such a thing should be made.

True Hairy Chins Shouldn’t Be Seen By The Public was wildly funny (despite meaning to be a serious documentary), but aside from that I can’t think of a Lockhart film I’ve ever enjoyed aside from classics like Gadding With Ghouls and Travels With Trolls which hardly look like Lockhart films at all, despite him having directed them.

Cupboard Under The Stairs is so mind-blowing ridiculous, from the wooden dialogue to the extended shots of director and star Lockhart doing mind-numbingly boring tasks while smiling garishly, that when I found myself sitting next to a Certain Reviewer I didn’t even bother to move but rather stayed if only to have something to do. A slight physical fight broke out, and by fight I mean a Certain Reviewer hit me for a comment I made about the twenty second long director credit, so obviously I pinched her, and then before I knew what was happening we had been thrown out.

I don’t want you to think, dear reader who has clicked on this review and therefore pays my rent, that I might have acted unprofessionally by getting thrown out a movie twenty minutes in. I want to clarify: I absolutely acted unprofessionally. There is no ‘might’ about it. But my point still stands: the film was garbage, and that fact that I could tell this from only the first twenty minutes is further evidence of its garbagery.

Now I know at this point you’re all clambering to hear more about the two hours I spent alone with a Certain Reviewer, as for some bizarre reason, you’re all incredibly interested in our relationship built off pure loathing and irritation. Well, prepare yourselves readers, because a Certain Reviewer’s favorite filmmaker is not only Wes Anderson (!! There should be a limit to the amount of pastel on a screen at one point). But she also hasn’t read the best novel of all time, The Great Gatsby, and then told me that that ‘wasn’t that weird’ and asked me to ‘close my mouth’ because ‘its been two minutes’ and its ‘getting weird’.

However she did earn points back by liking Star Wars (if she hadn’t, I may have committed a crime worse than Cupboard Under the Stairs’ acting) and she also noted that Leonardo DiCaprio in Romeo + Juliet was her sexual awakening, and I to felt a deep attraction to DiCaprio and still do despite his insistence on growing a beard every few years. She laughed at this, but I think it was a laugh of agreement, so therefore it wasn’t bad.

Cupboard Under the Stairs was one of the worst atrocities committed to film, but a Certain Reviewer agreed that Han shooting first was an important part of his character, so all is not wrong with the world.

Text from James Potter to Sirius Black: do u think i look like leonardo dicaprio

Sirius Black: no

Sirius Black: is this bc evans said she liked him

James Potter: absolutely not

Text from James Potter to Remus Lupin: do i look like leo dicaprio

Remus Lupin: firstly, dont call him leo

Remus Lupin: and secondly, obvsly not

Remus Lupin: no two people have ever looked more different

James Potter: fuck u

Text from James Potter to Peter Pettigrew: do i look like leo dicaprio

Peter Pettigrew: no u look like u have a thing for evans

Peter Pettigrew: sirius told me to say that

Peter Pettigrew: whos evans

James Potter: do u not even read my fuckin column pete

Peter Pettigrew: it costs four pounds a week to subscribe to ur shitty paper i don’t have that kind of money

Godric’s Post                                                                                     3rd May 2009


The Godric’s own Sirius Black, gossip columnist extraordinaire, was sent to the Red Carpet premiere of A Streetcar Named the Knightbus and reported back to us on all the hot gossip and glamour of the night.

In what may have been my favorite red-carpet to date, not in the least because Rita Skeeter was thrown out for badgering guests only ten minutes in, but because the greatest thing in the world happened. It was so great in fact, that I managed to look past the colossal injustice of me not being invited to walk the carpet myself, which was clearly a mistake (the editor Remus J Lupin would like to clarify it was not) and have a roaring good night.

May I just clarify that by roaring good night I mean I got absolutely plastered (The editor wishes to state that The Godric does not promote drinking) so the night comes back to me in bits, and from what I can remember everyone looked great. I can’t remember what the film was about, or even if they let me in (editor: they did not.) but even if it wasn’t I’m sure the film was good too. (editor: it was average)

But as I mentioned above, the best thing in the world happened, and that was that The Godric’s very own film critic James Potter got to walk the red carpet. He will tell you this is because his insightful and poignant columns are finally getting the attention they deserve. Any sane person would then loudly talk over him and say the real reason is because he’s become rapidly more popular with the introduction of a Miss Lily Evans, also a film critic, into his weekly reviews. Or, as James calls her, A Certain Reviewer. (editor: for legal reasons the editor must assert that A Certain Reviewer could be any individual and to please not sue the paper for defamation.)

Turns out Miss Evans had a popularity boost as well, because she was also on the red carpet, looking ravishing in a backless teal ballgown, and honestly, readers, it was a sight to see Evans in that dress. Potter obviously thought so to, as he spent the entire night staring. And not subtle staring. Obvious, in-awe, I-can’t-believe-a-person-can-look this-good, staring.

Now, once I’d gotten over the fact that not once in our ten-year friendship had James ever given me that look, I was absolutely thrilled. I had a thirty pound bet going that they’d be together by May and I’d just won, if that look was any indication. (the editor: it was twenty pounds.)

Furthermore, Evans and Potter spent the entire night talking, not even noticing how the cameras had utterly latched on to them despite having no idea who they were, purely based on the looks they were giving each other. It was a sight to behold, seeing two utterly oblivious people in formalwear hold a conversation probably about the merits of dressing gowns (they talk about weird stuff like that) while what felt like the entire world took photos.

Now I’m aware I’m meant to be discussing the gossip and glamour from the whole night and not just two D-list celebrities who happen to both be my friends. But consider this: I do not care. These photos are modern art. Both so clearly have a crush on each other it’s embarrassing. Even Moony would have to agree (the editor: I do.). Anyway, in summary of the night: I bet everyone reading this that they’ll be screwing in a month. Mark my words.

[image: a man in a suit and a woman in a dress, against a while backdrop with A Street Car Named the Knightbus film logo printed across it. Her head is turned towards him, laughing, holding a delicate purse. He is looking at her, mouth parted, like she is the first girl he has ever seen. Something to be looked at just to make sure she didn’t disappear, blown by the wind, like in a dream. A dream girl- except not. A real girl, in a real dress, in a real place. He can’t quite believe it. A hundred camera flashes go in the background.]

Text from Sirius Black to James Potter: so whens the wedding

James Potter: i fuckin hate u

Sirius Black renamed the group james’ got the hots for evans

James Potter: this is cyber bullying

James Potter: im calling netsafe

Remus Lupin renamed the group netsafe cant help the fact that ur in love with evans

James Potter renamed the group stop now

Sirius Black renamed the group not a chance mate

Sirius Black created the Facebook Page Lily Evans and James Potter should get it on

This page received 17,798 likes.

Text from Lily Evans to Sirius Black: im going to fucking maim u. take it down.

Sirius Black: sent a link

Lily Evans: if that’s a link to the fucking page i will cut your balls off

Sirius Black: its not

Sirius Black: on an unrelated note do not click on that link it is a virus I just remembered

Remus Lupin created the Facebook Page Lily Evans and James Potter should get it on part two because lily made us delete the last one

This page received: 21,104 likes.

(don’t forget to check out ellie’s part here)

hyperbravedubs  asked:

I've been hesitant to ask anything here but, I've been struggling when it comes to drawing and coloring. I'm not sure how to get better. I've asked for tips many times and well just practice is all I get. Heh. I'm really trying. I'd just like some way of helping myself. Is there a way too?

Hmm. Okay, this is going to be a LOOOOOOONG POST. 

I don’t know how much advise I can offer but I will tell you what helps me, and how I colour. I’ll break it down into sections. XD 


I very much recommend live drawing. Particularly for anatomy. Live drawing helps you learn the basic structures of the human body. How the skin folds, how joints bend and move, how to gain perspective. It trains your brain and makes you able to draw a lot better, a lot faster and more accurately.

With anatomical drawing: Do break it down into shapes and lines. Shapes and lines are your friends in drawing.

Like, the shape of the basic human ribcage can be described like a shape of an egg. Artists like Leonardo De Vinci broke down the anatomical forms of the human body into basic shapes.

Lines helps you gain movement into the body. They, along with shapes, are you basic frame for anatomical drawing.

Don’t be afraid of failure or mistakes. If a drawing failures or has mistakes, then it’s something you’ve learnt. You can then apply what you know now from your to a new drawing.

Drawing Style

Drawing style does very from person to person. But looking at comic artists styles can be a great source of inspiration. And maybe mix styles up.

I’d say my style is like a combination of Naruto and Deadman Wonderland.

With time, drawing style does develop and it does. Like, mine has changes so much within a year.

This one was made on the 5th of January 2016. 

And then there’s this one:

 This was made on the 6th of January 2017. 

They may be subtle changes, but anatomically speaking, it’s a lot better than last year. 


Let’s use a visual example to explain this: 

Colouring is really dependent on the style of the artist. For any tips with digital colouring, always have separate layers from your base colour and your shading.

As you can see, I love layers. I am very thankful for them. And use a lot of them. 

So I always start with a layer for  base colours:


 For my shading style, I prefer to use cell shading, so sharp lines and blocked colours to represent tone. However, instead of using a black colour as my shading, I think about what colours would be suitable for the setting and lighting of a scene. So, say the lighting or scene was more pigment with reds and oranges, then I’d want the same colours for my shading (and highlighting). 

The darkest red in the top right side is my shading colour, whilst the two on the two of the left (the lighter coloured reds) are more to be used for highlighting. 

 When setting my layers, I set them to “Multiply”, and turn the opacity to about 50-70%.  Up to you.

I usually make two layers of shading, one for the main and primary shading:

And another for secondary: 

And one other layer for highlights. For highlighting, I set the layers settings to “add” or “add (glow)”. Some programs may call it something else, like Sai calls it “luminosity”.

It may not seem much, but it definitely brightens up the eyes and the shine of the metal neck (brace?). 

It just gives your character more dimension and lil’ touch of realism. Whether you decide to have soft or cell shading is up to you. 

Once you’ve feel happy with it, you can always add any extra effects. 

So, usually to brighten up the colours and the character, I use similar colours on a separate layer, and set that layers setting to “overlay”. Again, set that to around 50-60%. But it’s up to you.

And for effects like the magic, I use the “add (glow)” layer setting again. For colour, I use the most vibrant red on my colour pallet. So the one on the top left.

Now, something that my lovely friend Cross taught me. When I know I’ve finished everything, but want to give it a bit more “oomph”, then I make a duplicate of the completed drawing, use a “gaussain blur” and set the opacity to about 60-80%.  Once that’s done, I go to edit and use a “colour balance” effect. 

Giving me this result. It just gives the drawing more charisma and “badassery”. 

How you shade and colour is entirely up to you. It is a practice thing, but it doesn’t hurt to experiment with other techniques. 

I’m not very skilled when it comes to soft shading, with the exception of some architectural backgrounds (sometimes). But I can definitely see the appeal.

 Say @kiacii for example, rather than cell shading, she uses soft shading that almost has a sharp edge. She uses SAI and the ’shade’ setting of her layer. And her drawing and colouring style is stunning. With just subtle changes in colour and layer settings, it really makes her work come to life. Which is one of the reasons I hold her so highly. 


 Brush type is really up to you and which you feel most comfortable with. Or experiment. 

Traditional work: 

I really can’t do traditional comics. So instead I save the comics for digital, and use traditional mediums like oil paints, acrylics, watercolours,  inks etc. for traditional life painting. 

One of my artist studies on Melanie Rothman’s paintings. 

Pencil portrait of my friend from school.

It seriously takes practice and patience. But you can do it :D I hope this helps xDD 

Still Hurting, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader was recently cheated on and has to go on as Eliza.

Words: 1000

Author’s Note: I’m getting into the swing of this writing regularly thing! I’ve missed it! I’ll be working a lot in the next few weeks so let’s hope I cans stick to it! Don’t forget to keep sending me prompts! Also, I totally got the title from The Last Five Years. Also, I drew inspiration from ‘You Matter to Me’ from Waitress!

Warnings: Mentions of cheating.

Askbox | Masterlist | Part 2

Lin shot you a reassuring thumbs up from the wings as you took your queue, crossing the stage, lantern in hand.

Your face had a serious scowl that you felt had been there for weeks now - weeks since you had cut ties with the man you had put your faith into.

Tonight was the first night you were on as Eliza since it had happened. You knew Lin had been tip-toeing around the idea of you going on for Pippa, and it took a lot of reassurance to convince him you were fine.

And you thought you were.

Honestly, until this very moment you had forgotten about it, happily caught up in the whirlwind of the show. With a final glance at Lin, you realized that maybe you weren’t as fine as you thought you were.

You published the letters she wrote you. You told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed.” You spat, noticing most of the cast were squeezed into the tiny section of the wings where you could watch the show without being seen from the audience. You could only assume the rest were watching from the backstage monitors.

You could barely handle the look of guilt that flashed across Lin’s face as you directed the final line to the audience.

I hope that you-” Your breath caught in your throat for a moment as you suppressed a sob, “-burn.” You forced the final word, standing tall stage right. You crossed slowly back offstage, leaving behind the smoking letters.

You avoided Lin’s worried eyes as you were dressed for your next scene. As people passed you to take their places they offered kind words - none of them knew just how close to home that song had hit.

You smiled in appreciation as you heard the end of ‘Blow Us All Away’.

Lin put as much support for you as he could into ‘It’s Quiet Uptown’, and he held your hand a little tighter than normal when your voice quivered on the final line.

You didn’t have much time together until the end of the show. After final bows, you locked yourself in Pippa’s dressing room and quickly dressed back into your street clothes. You found comfort on her couch, piled with hand knitted blankets that were just as warm as she is.

Three knocks sounded at the door, and you knew exactly who it was.

Forcing yourself from the couch, you prepared yourself for Lin’s sad eyes - something he had been giving you ever since he had coaxed the story of your cheating ex-boyfriend out of you.

You smiled when you saw him - you found yourself always smiling when you were with him. He didn’t ask any questions or really say much, he simply closed the door behind himself and led you back to the couch.

He tucked you close to his chest, looking straight ahead as your eyes began to water. He waited - patient. He focused on evening his breathing, allowing the smallest of smiles to grace his lips when you matched yours to the rise and fall of his chest.

You let out one long sigh, the finality of it took him by surprise. You pushed yourself into a sitting position, tucking your legs underneath you as you faced Lin.

“Why wouldn’t he just tell me he wasn’t happy?” You asked with a surprising amount of clarity. “I can work with unhappy. We could’ve broken up and he could’ve had what he wanted. Why did he have to take me down in the process?”

“I hate to tell you this.” Lin paused, trying to find the right words, “He was kind of a dick.”

You took this in for a moment before bursting into laughter. Lin followed your lead until both of your stomachs hurt. After a minute, it died down and you sighed.

“Yeah, you never did like him.” You mused, “You never like any of my boyfriends.”

“They’re not good enough for you.” He answered immediately. “No one is.”

“What about…Leonardo DiCaprio?”

“Nope.” He popped the end of the word, laughing as you giggled.

“Bruno Mars?”

“Ugh.” He rolled his eyes at the thought.

“What about you?”

“No-” His eyes shot to you when he realized what you had asked, “What?

“Are you good enough for me, Lin?” You asked again.

“No.” He responded without hesitation. “At my very best, I am nothing in comparison to you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the careful consideration he had put into this - as if he had thought about it before.

You held your hand out to him, and he quickly took it, linking your fingers together.

“Love you.” You muttered to him.

“Love you, too.” He pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

You suddenly realized the time and both decided it was time to head home if you wanted to be able to function for the next day’s show.

He walked the few blocks to your apartment building even though his was in the complete opposite direction.

“You’re on as Eliza again tomorrow.” He reminded you with a quirk of his eyebrow as you climbed the stairs to your building entrance.

“You’re on as Alex, that means we get to kiss again.” You teased, unlocking the door. He rolled his eyes, standing at the bottom on the steps, waiting for you to be safe in your building.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He winked as he turned on his heel, adjusting the strap of his backpack, heading back in the direction in the theater.

“Hey!” You called from the door. He turned back, “I love you.” His face split into a grin.

“I love you too.” He answered casually.

“No, I mean that I’m in-”

I know.” He assured you. “Me too.” Your shoulders sagged as an unbearable weight was suddenly lifted off.

He saluted you as he continued his trek back to his place, leaving you breathless on the front steps of your apartment building.

Kris Wu x SE Weekly Interview (May 2017)

Singer, actor, and “little sun” of variety programs…
Kris Wu
“I have always been myself”

“I would not stop myself from doing something just because my fans do not like it”

In real life, are you someone with a hip hop style?
Yes, I have always liked hip hop. However when it comes to wearing outfits, it depends. When I was young, I would wear extremely oversized pants and tops, because at that time that was the fashion style of rappers, but right now [their style has evolved to] something which incorporates many elements. For example, in the past, you may think that wearing a leather jacket would be of a rock n roll style, and wearing tees would be of a hip hop style. But right now, there isn’t that much of a clear distinction.

You have mentioned before that you have an R&B soul, could you explain this statement?
Hahaha, actually I was half-joking. What I meant was that I really loved this genre of music, really liked the culture, and perhaps I felt that it really suits me, suits my taste. While making this genre of music I feel like a fish in water, because in a very short period of time, I am able to produce many works which I feel are OK.

Many people feel that hip hop culture has a sense of rebelliousness and anger towards it. Do you have a rebellious heart right now? Do you also require such an outlet of expression?
I feel that being rebellious is alright, in a sense that one will express themself in a more direct manner. However there is one point that I would like to reiterate, [which is that] many people have a misconception towards hip hop, they feel that hip hop is very aggressive and also a little noisy, and that it has a slightly negative feel to it, but in fact this is not the case. This is just merely one type of style, which has actually never really became mainstream. Many times, singing rap songs has the feel of reading a poem, it’s all about having a rhythm, and expressing the many beautiful phrases and meaningful stories which are in it. The general audience has to give hip hop music another chance, and this would require the combined efforts of many people.

Will you write a song for one person or a group of people?
Currently not yet, but because I am participating in this show (<Rap of China>), I would definitely personally write a song for the contestants, my team whom I have selected.

This year you have participated in many variety TV programs, do you think that your variety TV skills have increased?
No, I have always been myself.

Earlier on you mentioned that hip hop has a smaller audience. Would you be worried that your fans would not like it?
Absolutely not, because I really love this culture, not only just the music. The reason it is not mainstream is because many people have misconceptions about hip hop culture. If they are fans who like me, I too hope that they will be able to like this culture and genre of music. Conversely, I would not stop myself from doing something just because my fans do not like it. This is something which will not make me happy.

Favourite lyrics of your own songs?
Can’t think of any at the moment, there are too many, perhaps one or two lines from every song

Favourite singer?
I guess it’s still Drake

Favourite actor?
Leonardo DiCaprio

What do you think is your best feature?
My whole being is good looking

Even if you are dieting, what is one food item you have to consume?

Where is place that one most likely to bump into you?
Basketball court

What is your usual method of de-stressing?
Listen to music, play video games at home

If you were to have a superpower, what ability would you most wish to acquire?

I feel that there would be a lot of freedom, I can fly anywhere

Most cute/winsome words you wish to tell fans?

translation: @wu_yi_fan

❧ p.cy | cherry

college! chanyeol x reader 

Originally posted by baekhyeun

word count : 1774 words.
genre : fluff (for once)
synopsis : who knew a bar of chocolate could lead to a cute boy with blue hair and a sunlit smile? definitely not you. also cherry lip gloss.

✐ sfjjksdahfjaskdhf this one is revenge !!!! dedicated entirely to @fluffyyeollie who is the best person ever :^)))) !!! n who deserves some fluff so even tho ur girl be whipping out that angst like it was her money on svt albums ,,,, she be writing some fluff bcuz if ur angst is hurting me h o n e y , imma pull out the big guns of fluff ! :^))  ,, enjoy n suffer my beautiful stars. also gay bby fuckboy bestfriend! baek is probably my fav character i have ever written bye.

[2017/30/09] 9.01 pm .: new message from byun kid

⇒ oh my god where are you?

⇐ at the party duh

[ read 9.01 pm ]

[2017/30/09] 9.07 .:

⇐ why the hell aren’t you answering bacon?

⇒ sorry i just FACEPALMED for 6 minutes there.

⇐ oh shut up you piece of shit, come by the kitchen, i am trying to steal some of minseok’s chocolate.

⇒ could you have not told me that before? i am coming, give me like a minute.

[ read 9.08 pm ]

Sighing, you put your phone down, knowing that your best friend would probably get here in half an hour than the minute he promised because of something he probably found more delicious than pizza rolls, like a boy’s lips. Problems of befriending the fuckboy, you supposed. A really gay one at that, like that boy could be some good use for spotting hot boys in a crowd but when he left none for you, it didn’t help.

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