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anonymous asked:

Hey guys I really love your blog! I have a question regarding training a PSD and the issues with anxiety. I train my dog mostly by myself and I have some help from dogtrainers but everytime I go online and see all those professionally trained service dogs from organisations (on blogs and such) I always get extremly afraid and worry so much, that I won't fullfill this high standard... It is like my mental illness is even then telling me that I won't be good enough! Any experience with this? thx

Hey there! And thank you!
I haven’t experienced this exactly. BUT, I foster, handle and train dogs for a program. I spent a lot of time freaking out and texting the other trainers panicking because I felt like I couldn’t meet the standards. 
I tried to quit multiple times, lucky for me, they didn’t let me lol (how I got into fostering/handling/training for them is a long story that I won’t take up this ask with. If you want to know the full story, let me know and I’ll make a post!)
Training dogs is a learning experience!  You work with your dog as a team, and together you learn new things all the time!
Yes there are high standards for service dog training, and it takes a ton of work; but the way to meet those standards is to work with your dog as a team. You learn together!
I’ve learned so much from working with my dogs. (Yes, I call them my dogs, they lived with me for 6+ months and I love them all!) 
No one starts off being able to meet the standards, not you, nor your dog. It’s a journey!

The two of you will get there, I promise! 

- Nate

Sweet Autumn Wishes

Sit on my lap,
Kiss my hand,
Let me be
The one to teach you.

Whisper sweet words,
Things you’ve never heard,
While I work my
Kisses deep in you.

Don’t be afraid,
I’ll take care of
Relax and let
The moment go.

Safe in my arms,
There will be no harm,
But enjoy the
Pleasure to come.

Be prepared
To be caught
As my hand glides
Down your neck.

You tell me
You are feeling
Or tell me
How far
We will go.

For tonight
Is the night,
When the moon
Is just right,
Our bodies
Have been
Too long;
And our
Lips keep
Holding on

Leaning in,
Hands on your hips,
Feel my breath
And fingertips.

Closer now,
Lips to lips,
Melting lust,
In passion’s grips.

As your pulse raises,
Your breath goes shallow
You start feeling
Things in places
You can’t wait to be gently touched.

May your ever deepening ocean
Find me waiting there
To save you from the depths
Of passing waves of despair.

As my hands reach out,
My mouth to yours
Breathing life back in.

A fire below.

Taste me now,
Take me later,
As long as I’m yours
It doesn’t matter.

Like an ancient mariner,
Alone I would sail,
But with you by my side
Nothing would fail.

-H. Murcia 2/3/2017 7:30PM

kevinsnuffcarcas  asked:

Simmons gives birth to Fitz's child and he goes absolutely nuts? For the headcanon thing

Hey there! Thank you for the ask! I saved the best for last, and unfortunately, that meant you had to wait a long time. Also, I am still the worst. Here we go!

  • The thing about Fitz is that he always wanted to be a dad, but he never really had one around to show him how to be one
  • I mean he definitely knows what NOT to do
  • But he’s out of that loop, you know? He’s grown up and he’s a good person and Jemma wouldn’t have married him if she didn’t believe in him
  • And they’ve spent a whole nine month reading parenting books and going to classes
  • Really, he’s ready
  • But let me tell you, when he’s actually holding that baby in his arms?
  • A baby that looks up at him with eyes he’s only seen in a mirror
  • He loses it
  • He has never fallen in love so fast and he’s not sure what to do with himself
  • He’s supposed to support the head, right? Is there such a thing as too much support?
  • He doesn’t remember. Everything he’s learned goes right out the window
  • He’s happier than he’s every been except for the sheer panic
  • And Jemma’s no help, over there at the hospital bed, looking over at them with doting eyes
  • Doesn’t she realize that he is IN CRISIS??
  • But a nurse appears
  • And this guy has been in the same boat before
  • He calms Fitz down
  • Reminds him of everything Fitz is supposed to do
  • And keeps guiding him until the baby is fast asleep and they can return her to her mother
  • Jemma has never looked more beautiful than she does with their baby in her arms
  • And Fitz has never felt more lucky in his life
  • (Though he doesn’t calm down for a good 18-25 years)
Ruin part 2

Requested by @latteshawn PART 2 PART 2 and anonymous: part 2 to ruin?? it was amazing!! part 1

AN: Thank you both for requesting! It felt really good knowing at least two people enjoyed it enough for a second part. I’m going to put out there how hard I’ve tried today to do the Shawn Mendes Accent Challenge, but I’m so technologically challenged it wasn’t working. I’m still going to try and figure out how to post it though because it was a lot of fun. Also, thank you to @ihaveabadreputation for always being up for reading over my imagines. Allison is amazing !

Originally posted by your-local-killjoy

 Sunday had passed incredibly slowly. You kept to yourself the entire day, avoiding your family. Shawn hasn’t texted or called, which was understandable. You just weren’t sure if it was up to you to make the next move. Even if you did, you had no idea what it should entail. It had been less than twenty four hours and you were still very committed to your boyfriend. You hadn’t bothered telling anyone what happened, either. 

Your finger hovers over Shawn’s name in your contacts then moves to your boyfriends. You came to the one conclusion that sounded fair. The only way you’d reach out to Shawn would be to end things with your boyfriend. You didn’t doubt that it was incredibly rushed, but Shawn made you feel things you only heard of in books, or movies. 

The entire idea sounded insane in your head, but you needed to be honest with yourself. ‘Why were you dating your boyfriend?’ ‘How long would you keep loving him so wholeheartedly, waiting for him to open up with his feelings?’ 'Why were you lying to your friends, but more than that, to yourself?' 

High school seemed to be built off drama between friends and relationships. Even though half the couples you came in contact with only talked through social media. Maybe you were waiting for someone to notice that you weren’t invested in your relationship the way you had once been. That didn’t mean you planned for the words to come from Shawn. 

He was the last person you expected to make you think it was ok to end something that wasn’t going anywhere. You had been no better. Even though you never thought of yourself as being in one of those “cliche high school couples” that’s exactly what you were. Chasing someone’s love who didn’t want to give it to you. Why were you making it so hard on yourself when it could be so much easier? 

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Salvatore Sister Part 2

You can find part one here

Imagine~  The first time Kai sees you and he’s already completely infatuated with you.

Lunch with Kai was perfect, you both ate and spoke about your lives. You talked so much and neither of you ran out of things to talk about. 

He was a good person, he was just misunderstood and you knew that. The whole time he wouldn’t take his eyes off you; completely awestruck. 

“You’re really beautiful.” Kai breathed, speaking his thoughts. Your face turned a light shade of pink at his comment and your heart skipped a beat. 

“Thank you.” you said with a giggle which made a warmth run through the boy sitting opposite you. 

You could hear his heart thumping and if you were any closer you would probably be able to feel it to. 

The grill began to clear out and it was then you’d realized how long you’d spent with Kai, it was starting to get dark and soon the night owls would begin to arrive. 

Kai noticed this as well and he said something about it before you could. “It’s getting kind of late, I should drop you home before your brothers get worried.” 

You gave him a small smile, you found it humorous that was scared of your brothers. “As long as I tell them everything went well, they won’t touch you.” you chuckled. 

He sighed as he looked over at you, “I just want to make sure they’ll let me keep seeing you.” 

A grin spread across your face, the boy who all of your friends and family feared and despised was currently sitting in front of you completely infatuated with you. 

“Should we get going then?” you said smiling, standing up from the booth you’d been sitting in. 

Kai stood up smiling at you as he towered over your small frame. “Sure.” he said as he began to walk towards the door as you followed closely behind. 

You climbed into his car as he got into the drivers seat, a small smile on his face. He’d been right to like you, you were incredibly understanding, kind as well as beautiful. 

Whilst he was driving he stole glances at you, some you noticed, some you didn’t. 

He pulled over at the front of the Salvatore home and you began to get out of the car before realizing Kai hadn’t moved a muscle. 

“You not coming in?” you asked, looking over at him. 

His face was slightly surprised but his face returned to normal. “I’m not sure that’s the best idea, y’know your brothers hating me and all.” he mumbled looking down. 

“Just come in, for me.” you said smiling as he sighed and unbuckled his seat belt. 

You both walked towards the porch as you pulled out your keys. You unlocked the large wooden door and pushed it open with a creak to see both of your brothers sitting on the couch. 

Their attention quickly turned to you and Kai as they both sent him deathly stares. 

“If you’ve bought him home for me to kill him I’ll gladly do it.” Damon said, looking Kai up and down. 

“Actually, I had a lot of fun and it was an amazing date.” you said tilting your head smiling at the two brothers. 

“Ugh, I was looking forward to ripping his heart out.” Damon said rolling his eyes. “I was looking forward to watching him do it.” Stefan spoke up. 

You looked back at Kai to see him sending them both a sarcastic smile making you giggle. 

“I need a drink, want one?” you asked Kai as you started to walk down towards the cellar where you kept all the Salavatore’s supply of booze. 

“Sure.” Kai said, following closely behind you leaving your brothers alone in the living room. 

When you reached the cellar you turned to Kai about to ask him what he wanted but before you could he smashed his lips onto yours. 

Your face burned a bright red and you were surprised but melted into it after a few moments. 

The kiss was passionate and fast but not too fast. It was full of affection and love. You could feel Kai’s heart racing and his muscular body pressed against your frame, his body heat radiated onto you. 

Everything about you made you feel safe even though he was the most dangerous person for you to be around right now. 

He pulled away for air, his face burning from the intensity of the kiss. “Sorry but I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” he said breathlessly as he looked deep into your eyes. 

You didn’t know what to say so you simply pressed your lips against his once again. 

He kissed back almost immediately, it was rougher than the last but still filled with just as much affection. He slowly backed you into the wall, his cold rings running up your arm to cup your face. 

You rested your hands behind his neck, pulling his body closer to yours. He picked you up, placing you onto a table in the cellar; not breaking this kiss for a second. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist wanting him as close to you as possible, needing his body heat like it was a drug. 

“Not in the wine cellar.” somebody groaned from the door way. You quickly pulled apart to see Stefan standing in the cellar looking away from the two of you. 

“Um.” you stuttered as your face flushed red. 

“I should really be leaving.” Kai muttered as he left the room leaving you on the table. “I’ll see you later Y/N.” Kai said as he smirked at Stefan. 

Stefan left alongside Kai leaving you there in the cellar, sitting on the table. 

“Sorry, I really couldn’t keep my hand hands off her.” Kai smirked at Stefan and Damon before he left, leaving them in just as much disgust as they’d been in earlier that day.   

(a/n) thank you @kaimonels for asking for this x the first one was so nice to write and i hope this is along the lines of what you wanted to read
Let Them In

Reader x Avengers (Mostly Platonic)

Summary: You like to keep people at a distance. It’s easier that way. Then Steve and Natasha sit you down. They’re worried. They want you to talk, but you outright deny them. Much to your dismay, this hurts them far worse than expected. So when Bucky shows up at your bedroom looking to comfort you, will you let him in? Will you let him talk you into letting them in?

Word Count: 1636

Warnings: Language, Angst (like extreme amounts of it)

A/N: Guys, I’m rarely apologetic about my stuff, but I’m sorry. It’s almost 4 am as I type this, and I’m having a minor existential crisis. That angst warning doubles a trigger warning so CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK. Again, I’m sorry. 

You’d been with the team for almost a year, and the list things they knew about you could fill the front side of a sheet of notebook paper double-spaced and still leave a bit of space at the bottom. Even after being brainwashed and ordered to kill dozens of people, including his best friend, Bucky was more open with them than you were. 

Here’s a few examples from the aforementioned list: (#insert your info here)

  • Name: __________________________________
  • Age: 22
  • Date of Birth: ____________

  • Place of Birth: _________________________ (Though there was still some argument on that.)
  • Hair Color: _____________

  • Eye Color: ____________
  • Height: ___________________

  • Skills (Superhuman or otherwise): Telekinesis, Telepathy, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Knife Throwing (Knife anything really), (insert other standard training bullshit here)
  • Habits: Minimal appetite, insomnia punctuated with 3am workouts and sleeping until 2 in the afternoon, Not following orders or at least reluctantly following them while simultaneously searching for loopholes, EXCESSIVE cursing (much to the Captain’s dismay), EXTREME road rage, and one other thing (but we’ll get to that a minute)

You knew the list read like a good resume for a bad influence, but you also didn’t care. The downside to not giving a shit, though, was that everyone had a habit of trying to save you from yourself. If they ordered out for dinner and you didn’t feel like eating, someone was always pushing their leftovers toward you. They tried to get you on a normal sleep schedule. Someone was always partnered with you on missions. You’d heard the word “language” and gotten the great “eyebrow raise/nostril flare of disappointment” from Mama Steve so often, it haunted you. The road rage could hardly be fixed; that one had been with you since your started driving.

Now, that last thing, the one we said we’d get to… It was the one thing that drove everyone crazy: promiscuity. 

Your promiscuity, to be exact.

Now that’s not to say you slept with everyone that asked. You had standards, but attraction was attraction and you usually just ran with it.

Most of the team stayed silent but gave their looks of disappointment. Natasha and Steve, on the other hand, were very vocal about the issue.

That’s how we find you here, sitting on the couch in the common room with them sitting on the coffee table across from you looking like concerned parents who just caught their daughter having sex in their bed.

“You two do know I’m an adult, right?”

“Are you sure? Because you sure don’t act like one.” Steve chides; there’s that fucking eyebrow.

“I don’t have to listen to this.”

You stand up but before you can take a step, Steve’s hand locks around your forearm.

“Sit down.” He says, his voice steady and firm, “Now.”

There is no denying the tinge of “captain’s orders” in that one little word. So you sat back down.

“It’s every week, Y/N.” Natasha states, trying to fight the tears in her voice. Was this really hurting her so much? “You bring home someone new while the one from the week before is still calling. We just want to know why.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“You’re our friend so we’re making it our business.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk about it, and we can sit here all day. I won’t say a word.”

Natasha looks up to the ceiling, her eyes now blazing red. Steve puts a reassuring hand to her upper back, trying his best to comfort her as he lowered his own gaze to the floor. His other hand is fisted and resting on his knee.

It’s like you just broke their hearts.

You couldn’t understand why it mattered. Nothing you did had ever mattered before. Even the people who were biologically predisposed to care, never really paid much attention. They had their own problems to deal with, and you had put on a great enough façade that they never asked questions when you would go out and not come home until 2am. You were the good kid. So why are you being treated like a pariah by these two people who are barely a decade older than you.

“Can I go now?” you ask, your voice soft.

Neither of them say a word as their gazes shift to one another and then to you. Steve nods, his mouth a hard line. You move quickly, trying to get away as fast as possible, but you didn’t move fast enough. Just as you’re closing your bedroom door, you hear Natasha’s sobbing. She’s never been one for tears so why is this breaking her?

You crawl onto your bed, sitting crossed-legged with your back against the headboard. It seems like forever before her muffled expressions of pain fall silent.

Another half hour or so, there’s a soft knock at your door.

“FRIDAY,” you call out in a whisper, “who’s at the door?”

“It’s Mr. Barnes. Would you like me to send him away?”

“No. It’s okay. Let him in.”

A moment later, he’s inside the room, his back nearly against the closed door.

“Hey.” He says softly, “I just wanted to check on you.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Like I said, I wanted to.”

You look up at him, “I made Natasha cry, Buck.” You reach up to quickly wipe at the tears that threaten to fall, “I’ve never seen Steve look so hurt.”

His footsteps are soft as he crosses the room to you. “They’re just worried about you.” He sits at your side, “We all are.”

“I wish you guys wouldn’t worry so much. I’m fine.”

“Except you’re not.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I spent a long time telling everyone I was okay when I wasn’t. I know the difference between a fake smile and real one.”

“What made you start telling the truth?”

“I had to come to terms with the fact that I had people who genuinely cared for. I had to let them in, and when I did, I started getting better. Maybe you should give it a try.”

You scoffs, shaking your head as you look down at your hands, “I can’t.”

“Then what about me?”


“I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener. I’ll sit here, and you can talk. Nothing leaves this room until you’re ready.”

“You mean it?” I mutter, meeting the steady gaze of his stormy blue eyes.

“100 percent.” He replies with a gentle half-smile.

So he sits there, and you talk. You tell him about your fucked up childhood, about your mom’s drinking problem and your dad’s minor indifference to it. You talk about your brother’s divorce and how hard it was not getting the chance to know the son he’d had. You talk about college… the four years of your life when you were actually happy. You talk about the move to New York, your time with SHIELD before it fell, and your time in Sokovia during the war.

Maybe that was where it started. You knew Wanda and Pietro from a distance, but unlike them you left, you escaped, after you got your abilities. Once the Avengers invaded the facility, you got out of hiding and went back to New York.

Nick Fury had found you in some coffee shop downtown, insisting that you join the team. You hesitated at first, but the job you were at sucked and at least you wouldn’t be seen a freak anymore, right?

So you moved into the facility and kept your distance. You didn’t want to care for these people. The people you cared about always hurt you or got themselves hurt because of you.

But you bonded with each of them one by one. Then to compensate for the emotions, you turned to the one thing you knew emotions would never play a role: sex. Sure, when you were younger, the act was “special” and “meaningful”, but telepathy didn’t offer that false comfort anymore. You knew what those guys were thinking before they could get the first word out of their stupid mouths.

Then the next morning, you sent them packing with barely a goodbye.

“So it really never occurred to you that you matter to everyone here?”

“I don’t matter or at least I shouldn’t. I don’t want to matter. I don’t want to sit here feeling guilty for how I make you all feel. I don’t want to feel the pain that comes with breaking Steve’s heart and making Natasha cry. I want to go back to when I didn’t have to give a shit. Things were easier then.”

“That’s too bad, sweetheart, because you’re stuck with us.”

“This would be so much easier if you guys would just hate me.”

“You have to know that will never happen.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Well, if you know, then let them in, Y/N. I got better. I know you can too.”

You can hear him picking his words in his head carefully as he speaks. This is trust. This is caring. This is affection that you didn’t ask for, but you find yourself appreciating it.

What is it about this man that makes you melt in just one long, yet meaningful conversation? Why is he the one you chose to open up to?

For whatever the reason, you let him in. You told him your whole life story with barely a second thought.

Maybe he was right. Maybe, after year with these people caring about you, it’s time for you to let them in.

It wouldn’t happen all at one, at least not with all of them, but you know it’s time. No more maybe’s.

Natasha first. You think, leaning forward to hug Bucky tight around his neck.

Maybe it’s nothing, but your heart flutters a bit in your chest as he hugs you back.

Maybe this could become something too.

Today, I put aside my overwelming fear of fucking up and decided to tackle styling my Chuuya wig and. let. me. tell. you. how. happy. I. AM.

Before (Arda’s Vivien in Pumpkin) :


The shorter side looks a little long-ish I know, but it curls really nicely around the collar and looks canon so i’m leaving it alone. Total time spent came out to around 2 hours I think, it was a lot of spraying, blow drying, cutting, spiking, etc. but i’m happy with what I did. 

(I have zero makeup on/my brows are out of control so ick but I wanted to show what it looks like on - also for some reason it looks a lot lighter in this light? hmm)

The big terrible problem is that the hat I bought for this doesn’t fit on top of the wig now D: sooo i’m going to see about returning it/getting the biggest size they have b/c i’m not smashing down all the shit I did to fit under that damn thing. 

The collateral damage, RIP:

Tired and Scared

Title: Tired and Scared

Pairings: Dean Winchester x sister!reader, Sam (mentioned).

Words: 1300

A/N: So, backstory is that the reader is doing some sort of a quest and it’s doing bad stuff to her, sort of like Sam and the trials.

Your name: submit What is this?

You could swear you just saw your reflection blink.

You were sure, you were going crazy. You didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t anymore. The boarder was gone, blotted out.

You had this darkness in you as well. It came with the craziness, and the craziness came with the mission. But you felt like you had these demons inside of you, and you couldn’t drown them, because they knew how to swim. And this presence, these voices, they were eating at you. It was like they were consuming all of your energy and leaving nothing to you. You felt empty, and tired.

You stared at your reflection, looking deep into your own familiar, but still very different, eyes. The more you glared, the worse they looked. You studied the rest of your face. It looked pale. Dark, purplish circles framed your eyes, and had the hollows of your cheeks sunken in, if ever so slightly? You didn’t look healthy at least.

And now you couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t relax, you couldn’t find peace. Even now, your breathing were too light, and your hands were clammy. Meanwhile, you were so exhausted, you really needed your rest. But just that thought diminished your ability of sleeping even more.

Your head hurt and your body ached while your legs were tingling. Slowly, and carefully you turned on the tap, just a little. Then, you brought your hands under the water stream and washed your face and hands with the cold water. It calmed you down a little bit, but not enough. You quickly dried your face on a nearby towel, and returned to stare into the mirror.

Only this time you didn’t just see yourself.

There was someone standing behind you in the doorway to the bathroom, you had left the door open when you escaped to the room to calm yourself down and drink some water. You could only see the dark silhouette, intently watching you.

You didn’t react as you were supposed to, not at all. As a hunter, you should fight for yourself, or try to run. In summary; just act. But this time, you completely froze. A gasp got caught in your throat, your eyes widened and you lost all capability to move your body as a wave of electrical fear rushed through it, all the way out to your fingertips.

The silhouette began to slowly move towards you, uttering something that you couldn’t comprehend. You could hear its voice, but you could neither place or understand the words. It felt far away. Instead, you began trembling, as you still were completely frozen. The silhouette only got closer, and you could only watch.

”Woah, (Y/N)! Do you hear me?” The voice started making sense. At the same time the silhouette came close enough to be reached by the fluorescent light; and you realized that it was Dean.

The gasp managed to escape, and finally, you could breath. Dean moved slowly, concerned and slight shock in his green orbs, he hadn’t foreseen that you would react like this. His hands were wearily outstretched towards you, showing his palms as he continued talking calmingly to you. You slowly relaxed, and Dean noticed this. For the last steps towards you, he picked up a more natural tempo.

As he reached you, he placed his large hands on your shoulders. His eyes met and locked with yours, although you’d rather just stare at the floor, you couldn’t break the glance.

”(Y/N), are you okay, kiddo?” Worry laced his words. ”What happened?”

”I d-don’t know.” Your voice was raspy.

”How are you feeling?” Dean asked again, as you didn’t answer his first question. He wouldn’t let it go.

You looked into his eyes, how much you just wanted to look away. Dean always had this ability to make you talk, it was something with him that always made you spill. Same went for Sammy. That’s why you tended to avoid them in these times. Because, although it didn’t really make sense, it was easier to keep it to yourself. To keep it locked down far away was easier than to put it into words. It was scary to share these things. Especially this; it was too dark. So you kept it inside, or at least tried, and suffered alone.

”I’m fine.” It was a complete and utter lie, and Dean knew this.

He let out a dry, humorless chuckle. ”Don’t you get it? I can see that you’re not — easy, in a long way.”

You slowly blinked. Was all the time you spent on trying to hide this lost, good for nothing? And if that case, how? How could he see it when you worked so hard to keep a strong — no perfect — facade up?

He saw the confusion in your eyes, and answered your unspoken question. ”Because I’ve spent most of life to over watching my younger siblings. (Y/N), I’m telling you, if there’s anyone who knows your patterns and… anything, it’s me.”

You realized he was right, and you had been foolish to think that you could hide this.

For the first time, you were able to break eye contact. Dean instantly tired to catch your gaze, his face coming closer, but you stared intently at the floor.

”So, I’m gonna ask again, and you’re gonna be honest; what’s wrong?” His tone was stern but still gentle.

”Uhm…” You didn’t know what to say. ”I’m tired.”


”I’m exhausted. And I can’t sleep.” You confessed, as you slowly looked upwards again.

”Do you feel sick? Hate to break it to you, but you don’t look too peachy.” His eyes scanned you, you saw something, you saw pain. Pain for your sake, and you felt horrible. But, the more you thought about it, it made sense. He loved you; of course he was suffering with you.

”Just drained.” True. ”But… But there’s this darkness. I-I don’t know how to describe it.”

”I know, sis. I know how you feel.” He nodded.

There was a moment of silence, before you spoke up again. ”Do you think I can do it?” You voice trembled, and was filled with disbelief.

”Of course. You’re my little sister, aren’t you?” He nudged you, and a faint smile pulled on the corners of your lips. ”No, but you’re crazy strong, both Sammy and I think that. And I believe in you, you’ve got this.”

You let out a deep breath and nodded.

”Come here, super girl.” Dean spoke, and pulled you into a tight hug, a hug that you apparently really needed.

He had his arms wrapped around you, radiating warmth to your now quite cold statue. You took in his scent and listened to his heartbeat. He placed his chin on top of your head, and rubbed his hand over your back.

You felt safe and relaxed in a way that you haven’t in a long time, and you concluded that no matter how old you got, you older brother’s embrace would always have this positive effect on you.

”Sam and I will help you feel better. And you don’t have to be scared, we won’t let anything happen to you. We’ve got your back, okay?”

”M’kay.” You responded, your voice muffled from speaking into his shoulder. ”I’ve got your back too.” You added, your words brave.

Now it was Dean’s turn to smile. It meant a lot to him.

He was severely worried about you, about your health and what awaited you. Nevertheless, he could feel the ache around his chest slightly releasing as you had a much more lighthearted tone on your voice. He had meant what he said, he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

You didn’t know how long you stood there, the time became fluent. It didn’t matter anyhow, because the hug felt relaxing, comforting and just great.

”Love you Dean.”

”Love you too, (Y/N).”



Pairing: Theo x Reader

Summary: Liam resurrects Theo despite you pleading for him not too.

Side Note: Inspired by 6x06

Running down the hallway you came to a halt to where Liam and Hayden were standing. “You can’t do this, Liam”. Panting as you were trying to catch your breath. “We have no choice, if there was another way I’ll choose that instead but there isn’t”. He replied, shifting from foot to foot knowing that was a big thing to ask.

“We do have a choice not to do something as reckless as this”, you retorted back. Still in compete shock that he would even consider this as a good plan, or that this even crossed his mind at all. Liam looked between both you and Hayden, “I need both of you to trust me right now, please”, he pleaded. Trust, you often forgot what that world meant. Long ago you trusted someone and they threw everything out the window for status and power. Hayden eventually nodded and said she was with Liam, which ultimately gave you no choice. Either way he was going to go through with this, no matter how you felt about it or how much you protested against it. Stamping your foot to the ground, you huffed and followed Liam and Hayden out. Dreading what was going to happen.

As all three of you were walking down the tunnels to that particular spot, your stomach decided to do massive somersaults. This was already nerve racking enough and with each step the anxious feeling only grew. “We can still turn around and forget this whole idea”, you muttered beside Liam. He shook his head and continued walking, sharing a worried glance towards Hayden, this wasn’t going to end well…you just knew it.

After been giving a warning from Kira’s mum, she left the scene, leaving just three. The air grew thinner as Liam stuck the sword into the ground. Moments later a fist broke through, breath hitched as you watched the man you used to, or still love, you weren’t sure come literally out of the ground. Theo adjusted to his surroundings and eyed the three of you, eyes glowing an amber yellow colour and a low growl escaped his lips. Theo launched himself at Liam, grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him into the nearest wall.

Hayden stepped forward and shouted, “Stop Theo. We’re the ones that brought you back”. However Theo wasn’t listening and growled even more threatening then before. “I’m going to kill all of you”. Apart of yourself didn’t know if this was going to work, it would have before. But undoubtedly Theo wasn’t the same man he was. Placing a soft hand on his shoulder, he turned to look at you. This was the first time in months you had seen him this close, touched him even. “Theo, it’s okay. You’re safe”.

He stepped away, while Hayden rushed to make sure Liam wasn’t hurt. Theo still had his eyes on you. Not one word came from his mouth, they didn’t need too when his eyes said it all.

“We need your power to help us”. Liam asked, well more like demanded.

“That can wait Liam, I’m taking Theo home so he can process everything”. Reaching for his hand, you begun to walk.

“We don’t have time for that Y/N. Either he helps us or I send him back”. Liam held up the sword and Theo eyes wided. “Who’s in charge round here? Where’s Scott, where’s Stiles?”, Theo asked frantically.

Hayden spoke next, “You remember Stiles?”. Everyone had a look of surprise on their faces. “Why wouldn’t I remember Stiles?”, Theo added clearly confused as to what the issue was. Liam looked to be in thinking mode and added, “Maybe his useful after all”. Exchanging glances, it looked like Theo was sticking around.

And if you were being completely honest with yourself, you weren’t entirely sure how you felt about that.

After much debate between you and Liam, Theo eventually tried to absorb lightning. However it ended up being a failed attempt. You were standing alone with him in your living room, not sure if the silence was deafening or actually suitable for this moment. Theo had changed out of his dirty clothes, taken a shower and now was glancing around the room.

“Oh I’m fine by the way, thank you for your concern”. He almost felt like he was glaring at you. Classic Theo was resurfacing, but something about him still was different. You knew where this hostility was coming from. Things didn’t end well between the two of you, and that left a haunting feeling in you. Add to what Theo went through, he had every right to feel the way that he was.

Taking a seat on the couch, what do you say to the man who ended by being your first love? Who then watched that same person stand by and do nothing as he got dragged away to his own personal hell? “Please don’t tell me that the first thing we’re going to do now that you’re back is fight?”. Theo’s jaw clenched, “What did you think we’re going to do babygirl? Did you expect me to forget that the girl I love just stood and watched as I was literally dragged away, by my dead sister no less”

Shooting up from your seat, faster than lightning cracking the sky, you marched over to him. “Don’t you dare accuse me of not trying Theo. I tried for months to find a way to bring you back. I begged Kira’s mum to give me the sword, I pleaded with Scott to help me, I read every book, I searched endlessly for solutions. I even cried myself to sleep, because that’s how much I missed you!”.

Theo’s eyes slowly showed regret for his early outburst, he pulled you into a hug, one that you so desperately needed. Mumbling into his chest, “I don’t know what happened to you or what you went through. And I can’t even begin to imagine how horrible it was for you. But it was torture for me too Theo. Every time I wanted to tell you something, to call you to come over, to kiss you, or just to simply see your face I was forced to remember what happened…what I let happen. I’m so, so, sorry”.

When Theo saw several tears leave your eyes, he wiped them away and held on even tighter. “I don’t blame you babygirl, not even for one second”. Lifting your chin with ease, his eyes bore into yours. “Now, I spent so long in hell and all I want now is to see my girl smile”. Giving him what he asked for you broke out in a small, shy smile. Trying to hid the blush that formed on your cheeks after hearing him saying “my girl”, which you hadn’t heard for in so long. “Oh, and to also finally be able to do this”. His lips grazed over yours before he pulled you in for a much deeper one. Who needed fireworks when you had Theo?

Both of you needed this. Despite all the doubts you had about bringing Theo back, he wasn’t the same old hungry power Theo, you were sure of it. And maybe, just maybe this could be a fresh start for the two of you. He made mistakes, who hasn’t? But you were willing to try and make this work again, because first loves could never be forgotten.

So I started playing the Sims 3 again and let me tell you; it is sad and weird

so, i made myself (who doesn’t), and spent my young adult years literally never leaving the house and writing novels.  By the time I became a full fledged adult I was a master of the written word and was raking in royalties in the § 5000 range per week.  But then i decided I should probably get an actual job because those royalties will only last so long and I’ll need a pension.

So I go into journalism and about halfway through the career ladder I realize that I’m getting pretty old and i’m going to be an elder and idk what happens if you don’t have a child or spouse when you eventually die.  so i marry and have a kid and by the time the kid is born i’m an old person married to a young adult (oops?).  I retire and I take over raising the kid while the mum works as a criminal (don’t ask).  But now I’m really getting on in years and I don’t think I’ll live to see my daughter go to her first day of school

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“Here, have some of this,” Bobby said as he took some meat and placed it on your plate after noticing that you’ve been spending most of dinner picking at your food. “You haven’t eaten much, do you not like the food?”

“Oh no, the food’s great I just…don’t have that much of an appetite…” You told him, letting out a meek smile.

“You sure?” He asked again, getting more concerned as he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your arm gently.

You nodded, taking another bite of your food to reassure him and he patted your head with a smile before carrying on with his meal.

You were at the dorm having a year end dinner with Bobby and his group members that they had painstakingly prepared together and as much as you wanted to join in the fun with all the laughter and jokes that were going on at the dining table, the queasy sensation that had been going on in your stomach for the past week was still bugging you, causing you to be a little quieter compared to usual. Bobby didn’t think of it much when the boys pointed it out to him thinking you were just tired, but after seeing you rush into the bath room and throwing up for a few times, they were starting to get worried.

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anonymous asked:

Hey dan, this is leo from a couple days ago. I told my mom about me being trans and she says that i should "slow down" and "focus on school first", even though i told her that I hate even looking at myself and being called by my name is even worse. What should I do??? I know she cares about me but she dosent believe me when i tell her about me being trans.

Hey Leo!

Once again, sorry for my long reply times, I spent Easter with my partner and am just settling back in at home. 

Parents are going to take your transition very personally. Remember it’s a transition for them as well. I’d give your Mum some time, let her come to terms with it. Remember that she doesn’t understand how hard it is to just push dysphoria aside and “focus on school first”, because as a trans person it sometimes feels like your entire being is consumed by the fact that you’re transgender. That’s totally normal, but don’t let it rule your life. Give her time, educate her gently and let her know that actually, this is something she needs to come to terms with, and that you need her support, but don’t be surprised if it takes her a while. 

In the meantime, make time to hang out with your friends who know you’re Leo and respect your pronouns. If you need to get away from deadnaming and misgendering at home (although it may not be malicious, I understand it’s still hurtful), make sure you’ve got some friends to fall back on.

It took my parents a long time to understand, and even now my Dad still struggles with it a lot, but I’m sure your Mum will come around if you help her understand what you’re going through.

INKtober 2016

For the past couple of years, I’ve wanted to get in on this whole October inking thing. Not the inking itself, I guess, but the whole sharing of it. With October waning, my wife Jess suggested I finally do something about it before time runs out. The problem was that I needed a drawing to record myself inking. Luckily, I had just been sketching a witch which was inspired by a George Petty drawing I’m fond of, so I had a fresh drawing on hand that was ready and waiting to be prepped for finish.

Now, before I begin, I must say that not only would I have not done this before next year if Jess hadn’t suggested I finally get busy and do it, but the vital building of the following video was something she assembled for me. Partially because I didn’t have time to and she’s extremely gracious, talented, supportive, and enthusiastic that way, and critically, she also doesn’t have the newest crappy version of iMovie. Because she is cautious about updating her programs, Jess still has an older iMovie that actually works. So a couple nights ago we had a swell time doing a bit of editing together on it. I love to shoot film and video, and curiously, I love to cut most of it out later. We really had fun doing the final cut.

But first I must say, I love ink. I love looking for it, buying it, and keeping it handy. I love that it comes in tiny amounts, like jewels or spices. I love that you need pens and nibs and brushes to make it work. I love dipping pens and brushes into it. I love drawing with it, painting with it, and writing letters with it. I love that if your power goes out or your computer crashes it has no effect on your inked drawings. I love that it makes you take the time to think about what you are writing, and I love that it makes original drawings that there are only one of in the entire world.

Years ago when Joe Grant was still alive and working at Disney Studios, he happened to walk into my room. He immediately exclaimed, “Oh, you have ink! That’s so good to see. No one has ink anymore. Do you use it?” I told him yes, indeed I did. This led to a long, long conversation about ink and all the adventures we’d had with it. He drew every day, I think. And he drew with ink. Boldly. Decisively.

Sometimes I draw and sketch with ink instead of pencil, as a way of keeping from slowing down and being too precious with my rough ideas. Sometimes, as in this video, I use ink to pull a pencil sketch into a singular, final drawing that is ready to be scanned and colored. When I do that, I usually transfer the original sketch as a red-line onto a sheet of plate-finish Bristol. And I usually enlarge it substantially. 

And that is what this first video is about.

The reason for this enlarging transfer is simple: even though I can greatly vary the thickness of an inked line, there’s a general line to size relationship I want for the finished drawing. The fatter the final line I want, the smaller the initial redline. The thinner the final ink line, the larger the redline. There’s also a certain “draw” to the line that comes at a larger scale. This “draw” is the smooth landscape of a long leg, for example. A leg that is about six to nine inches long will have a nice scale for a brush to trace with a minimal of waver. And this is why I use plate finish Bristol. It allows my hand to slide along without “catching,” which will produce a smooth, continuous line. So in this video you’ll see the transfer of a smaller sketch to a larger sheet of Bristol, ready for ink.

I’ll scan the original sketch, print it out on a couple sheets of plain paper, assemble them into one continuous print, and then use a Scarlet Red Col-Erase pencil to rub a surface onto the back side of that print. This will allow that print to then be carefully traced down onto a fine sheet of Bristol.

Now, on to Part 2!

Let me stop right here for a moment and tell you how blown away I was by this video that my wife Jess edited. By Friday morning, I’d already dumped 1 ½ hrs of video on her, and then proceeded to add another four pick up shots to complete the inking continuity. As I spent the day coloring the image, she methodically worked to assemble, trim, speed up, and pace this. Long day and story short, by the time we went to the gym she’d finished the video you’ll see here! I am absolutely enchanted by this, and have watched it about ten times now. Jess really shaped something marvelous. I hope you like it as much as I do. I think you will.

Okay, so this is the inking part of the inking video set. As for materials, I like a Winsor & Newton Series 7 #1 brush. For ink, nothing beats Winsor & Newton black Indian ink. The one with the spider on the label, not the dragon. The ink from the spider label bottle is made from the blood of a giant space spider and is collected at great risk and expense and is the blackest black I’ve ever run across. The ink from the dragon label bottle is made from people who work as coal sculptors blowing their noses and collecting what comes out in bottles and calling it ink.

If you haven’t yet done this and are thinking of trying it, let me urge you to use a real sable brush. Years ago while I was working at Disney, I was staying late, trying to ink something. It wasn’t going well. I had tried doing this before, and it always, always, always ended in sadness, defeat, and piles of horrid, tortured little inked characters that looked like they’d been put through a special machine designed to make things appear as though an anteater that had been freshly run over had, as his final act, dipped his tongue in ink and tried to draw something.

I was on, like, the seventh one of these tiny disasters when Richard Vander Wende happened by. Richard is an incredible artist who can draw and paint anything. Anything. He was working on Aladdin at the time, helping define their style, and was apparently also working late. As he passed by my desk I did that thing where I leaned over my drawing like I was having a stomach ache so he wouldn’t see the shameful state of what I was doing.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m… I’m trying to ink. But it isn’t going very well,” I said in a low and ashamed tone as I straightened up to reveal my tragic drawings.

He considered this for a moment, then said…

“Do you mind if I give you some advice?”

Now advice from Richard is something to be listened to, and I fatefully said “yes.”

And this is one of those moments that was a turning point in my life. He said something so simple and important.

“You’re using a really cheap brush. If you want that stuff to work you need to spend some money on a sable brush.”

Richard then showed me a proper sable brush and how it holds a point and can be mooshed almost flat and then return to a beautiful point. He showed me that you can re-shape it any number of ways and it will resiliently return to a razor-sharp point in an instant.

This changed everything for me. I went and spent a staggering (for the time) twenty dollars on a brush and instantly… instantly, my inking got better. Not just better, but by then end of an hour I was pretty much doing everything I’d hoped I’d be able to do when I started trying to ink in the first place. So if you want to do this sort of thing, find the right brush for you. But I’d advise finding a sable brush as a starting point.

And all of this is to produce something that simply can’t be accomplished digitally. You will have a magical thing called an original. By definition there is nothing else quite like it. Yes, it’s a lot of work to take all these steps, but in the end I have an inked piece that is immune to power failures, format changes, EMP, and computer crashes. Go to a comic con and spend the day looking through old inked pages and paintings and tell me you’d prefer those artists had drawn and inked them digitally. Last I looked, an original “Peanuts” comic strip starts at something like ten thousand dollars. But the best part is seeing the lines, the hints of pencil, the expert lettering. Knowing that actual page spent time with the artist and vice-versa.

And before you say it (because someone always says it), my drawing has every property of a digital drawing as well, since I’ve already scanned it. The best of both worlds!

Even though I draw and ink everything traditionally, I do scan the finished piece and often color it digitally. The reason for this is simple: the computer allows me to experiment with color choices I would never risk if an original ink was on the line. I have indeed lost some well-liked drawings to painting disasters in the past, and, for me, death by color is never quick. It starts with a bad color choice or bobble somewhere, and then me trying to correct it, which causes something else to go wrong, and so on and so forth until I’m staring down at a terrible mess and I’m forced to concede that the drawing died a few hours back.

So here’s to the arrival of Photoshop color!

And of course, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

anonymous asked:

instead of Jackie- naysayer only spouts Marco's insecurities when he's around Tom, and this really confuses Tom for a bit, until Marco finally cracks and tells Tom his feelings for him.

Ahhhhhh! I had so much fun writing this! It was such a good suggestion! I really enjoyed this one and I hope you like it as much as I do! Enjoy!


“So it hasn’t done much, except stay there.” Marco explained. He had this weird head on his neck and it didn’t really speak much. Sometimes it would repeat things but other than that it was silent. So he called Tom over to his house to try and help him out. But once Tom got there he seemed to be very amused. Tom tried to stifle a laugh and Marco crossed his arms.

“Sorry dude! That’s a curse I put on you to keep you from asking Star out! I did that forever ago! What it does is it spouts your most embarrassing secrets whenever you’re near somebody you’re trying to ask out.” Tom remembered. “You haven’t asked a girl out since the Blood Moon Ball? That’s way more embarrassing than that thing on your neck.” Tom jabbed. Marco crossed his arms.

“Oh yeah? How many people have you asked out?” Marco grumbled. But Tom took the questions seriously.

“A lot because I was trying to get over Star. First it was Alley, but she tried to kill me so I broke that off. Then Darnya, and then Darnya’s brother to make her jealous. Then Darnya’s ex to make her even more jealous…. I had a lot of history with Darnya.” Tom explained. “I dated like twelve people in six months just to get a rise out of her.” Tom explained. “But to be fair she was trying to bug me! She did similar things, like set my house on fire. We had a lot of stuff between us.” Tom continued.

Marco was about to say something but stopped when the head on his neck said something. “Marco is very jealous of Darnya.” It said. Marco gasped and swatted the head. Tom looked up confused.

“Did that thing just talk?” He asked. Marco gulped and nodded.

“Yeah, didn’t you say it spouted my secrets?” Marco asked. Tom shrugged.

“Yeah but only in front of… nevermind.” He assured. There had to be a reason he wasn’t think of. “So um… are you seriously jealous of Darnya?” Tom asked. Marco blushed and clammed up a little bit.

“I uh… it’s not that it’s just-” Marco was cut off by the head speaking again.

“Marco is jealous because that girl got all your attention.” It said. Tom looked at it confused and coughed nervously.

“Oh… that’s…” Tom trailed off. Marco bit his lip he made a move to say something else to break the tension but was appalled when the head spoke AGAIN.

“Marco is very nervous about what Tom thinks!” It teased. Marco just stood there in utter defeat. This thing was totally silent for a full day until he was around Tom! And now it won’t shut up! Why would that happen? Marco was freaking out. The only explanation he could think of was…

Oh no.

Marco gulped and prayed the head wouldn’t say anything else. “Tom, maybe you should tell me how to get rid of this thing.” He tried. Tom shrugged.

“Just let it run it’s course.” Tom explained.

“How long will that take?” Marco demanded. Tom shrugged.

“It depends, how insecure are you?” Tom asked. Marco groaned and facepalmed, this was going to take a while.

“Just so you know I’m not jealous of Darnya. I don’t even know her.” Marco claimed. The head spoke up and Marco nearly cried.

“He’s lying! Marco is very jealous of the time you spent with that girl.” The head spoke. Tom nodded and picked his phone up from the table and turned away.

“Um… this is weird.” Tom laughed a little. “Sorry about cursing you, but I’m going to leave. Because that thing’s making me really uncomfortable.” Tom responded. That wasn’t the truth. He’d seen the naysayer a million times before. What was worrying him was that it was telling him marco’s secrets. It should do that to the person Marco had feelings for! And the idea of Marco having a crush on Tom was making Tom very confused. Maybe even a little nervous and unsure. So he just wanted to leave.

“Marco is sad that Tom is leaving and really wants him to stay.” The naysayer said. Tom froze and his face flushed a deep red. There was no denying this anymore. He turned and looked nervously at Marco.

“M-Marco… is there something you need to tell me?” Tom asked, he looked really scared. Marco gulped and stuttered for a while until the head spoke up again.

“Marco thinks Tom is very sweet and kind. He thinks that Tom is a lot nicer and cares a lot more about stuff than he acts like he does.” The naysayer said. Tom growled and got an angry look to cover up his embarrassment.

“How do YOU know how I feel!?” Tom demanded. Marco cleared his throat.

“I just think you’re a nice guy!” Marco tried. “And you sometimes pretend you don’t care even when you do.” Marco continued. “I don’t know why maybe it’s because you don’t want to get hurt-” Marco was cut off by Tom. He growled and grabbed Marco by the collar, and listened when the naysayer spoke yet again.

“Marco thinks Tom isn’t nearly as tough as he pretends and he’s really just lonely and wants a friend.” It claimed. Tom growled and pushed Marco away.

“You JERK!” He hissed. “How would you KNOW ANY OF THAT!?!” Tom demanded. Marco took a step back.

“I can’t help it! It’s just how I feel! Maybe you shouldn’t hide your problems!” Marco insisted. The naysayer spoke up.

“Marco is hiding a VERY big problem from Tom!” It almost sang. Tom hissed at the second head.

“What is that thing talking about?! What do you think I pathetic now? You think some more stuff that you are in NO PLACE TO DECIDE!?!” Tom growled.

“NO!” Marco screamed. “I don’t think bad of you at all! In fact I think really highly of you!” Marco bit back. “Because I wouldn’t be IN LOVE WITH YOU OTHERWISE!” Marco screamed and Tom fell back. The boys stared at each other in a dead silence for a really long time. They just stared and waited, thinking the head would say something else. When it didn’t Tom spoke up.

“You… you’re in love with me?” He whispered. Marco gulped and nodded. “Even after all those things you think about me?” He asked.

“I don’t think of those things as bad Tom.” Marco muttered. “But I uh… I like you… a lot. I do.” He whispered. The naysayer opened his mouth but Marco slapped it. “You caused enough trouble! You said everything now get gone!” Marco hissed.

“One more thing!” The naysayer sang. “Marco thinks Tom is very cute! And very handsome! He wants to kiss him very badly!” It exclaimed. Tom got so embarrassed that he flared up in a swirls of flames. “Okay now I’m gone.” The naysayer said, and got smaller and smaller until it went away. Tom gulped and took a step closer to Marco.

“So um… I uh…” He trailed off and took a deep breath. He began to speak very, very fast. “I’m still mad at you for the dumb and totally wrong things you think about me but I like you too and I’m sorry for cursing you and here’s an ‘I’m sorry’ gift.” Tom rambled a mile a minute and grabbed Marco, giving him a quick peck on the lips. He then ran as fast as he could out the door. Once he was gone he poked his head back in. “Sorry again… Sorry!” he ran away again. He came back one last time. “I love you too!” He blurted out, dashing away one more time, leaving Marco to be a blushing mess.

My Home - Chapter 2 - Jacob Frye x Reader

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7

A/N: I made this chapter a little more fluffy since there’s going to be so much angst coming up. There’s still angst in this chapter but I tried to be a little nicer lol.

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Warnings: some language

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Dickhead. (Simon Request)

“Its so nice to see you again!” You grin, wrapping your friend in a hug.
“Yeah you too, its been so long” He replies.
“Tell me about it” You laugh, “So what are you doing here in London?”
“Well I’ve got a job interview tomorrow so I thought I’d come down a day early. One of my cousins lives close so I think I’m gonna meet up with him" Liam nods.
The pair of you had been friends from school and grew up through the seven years you spent there with your group of six. However, since you moved down to London you had rarely seen any of them.
“Ahh great. Let me know how it goes” You smile, “Actually we’re heading for some food now, wanna come with us?”
“Yeah sure, if that’s okay” Liam answers as Simon walks out from the shop.
“Hey babe” You start, “This is Liam, one of my friends from school. Do you mind if he comes to lunch with us?”
“Umm yeah alright” Simon shrugs, “I’m Simon, (y/n)’s boyfriend”
“Nice to meet you” Liam shakes his hand politely.
The three of you head to get some food at the local Nandos and you can already sense that Simon is uneasy. He isn’t chatting much and when he does it is blunt words.
You can also tell that Liam feels a little uncomfortable. He always saw you as such a bubbly character and right now he saw you sat next to what looked like one of the rudest people ever and calling him your boyfriend. Why was Simon acting like this?
“So what is it exactly that you do?” Liam asks, evidently trying to make conversation.
“I’m a YouTuber” Simon states.
“Liam you’re a personal trainer right?” You raise your brows at him.
“Yeah I’ve actually Ben thinking about posting some of my stuff on YouTube. Any recommendations?” Liam nods.
“Not really. I’m not into fitness” Simon shrugs, “I’m just gonna get another drink”
You glare at the back of your boyfriend as he walks away and sigh, “Im so sorry, I don’t know why he’s being like this”
“Just, are you happy with him (y/n)?” Liam frowns.
“What? Of course I am!”
“Really? Because I expected to see you with someone that makes you laugh nonstop and is chatty like you. I don’t want you getting hurt okay?”
“What are you-?” You start but pause when Simon returns.
“I’m gonna have to take off, my cousin is heading out later so I need to get there before” Liam explains, grabbing his jacket.
“Ahh okay, well it was great to see you again!” You grin, giving him a slightly awkward hug, “I’ll see you soon yeah?”
“Yeah sure and bye Simon” Liam nods.
“Bye” Simon mumbles.
You wait for Liam to leave before sitting down opposite Simon, furious now.
“What the fuck was that?” You question instantly.
“How much he was flirting? Yeah tell me about it” He scoffs.
“What are you on about?!” You exclaim, “Liam’s like one of my best friends from school. He wasn’t flirting”
“Alright then (y/n)” Simon rolls his eyes, “It’s not like you weren’t reciprocating”
“Don’t talk to me like that” You shake your head, “Why are you acting like this?” you frown, trying to find some way to be on his side.
“Because you seem to find it impossible not to flirt with that dickhead” Simon snaps, anger evident in every word.
“Go fuck yourself” You state, taking your phone from the table and walking out.
Why on earth was he being so stupid? You were livid. There was no other way to describe it. He looked so rude. He was so rude. And in front of one of your best friends. And then he turns around and decides to accuse the pair of you for flirting. Why would he ever think you’d do that? He knew how your last relationship ended. You hated the thought of cheating or flirting when someone was in a relationship. It was like something had snapped in him. You didn’t know why.
Before you knew it, you were at the tower and were buzzing up to the correct floor. And you also had tears building now. It horrified you that Simon would ever even think of you flirting with someone else.
“Hey g, what are-” Tobi starts but pauses when he actually sees you, “Holy shit what’s happened?”
He quickly wraps his arms around you and brings you into the flat.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do so I came here” You sniff, “This is ridiculous. I shouldn’t be crying” You shake your head, quickly wiping your eyes.
“I’ll be the judge of that” He sighs.
“Simon was acting like a dick all through lunch with my friend Liam and then claims that we were flirting all the time” You explain, “I just don’t get him sometimes. Liam’s like a brother to me”
Tobi rolls his eyes and slings an arm around you, “Simon’s just an ass sometimes. There’s no other way of putting it. I think he’s just a bit insecure and seeing you with another guy just reinforces that”
“But he should know I’d never do anything like that” You point out, “And if he doesn’t I think that’s something I should be concerned about”
“What are you implying (y/n)?” Tobi asks, worried now.
“Liam was worried about me Tobi. He didn’t want me to get hurt” You comment, “If Simon acts like that when I’m chatting to a friend, is he gonna start getting like that when im with you guys?”
“I don’t think so, Simon’s not like that”
“Simon wasn’t the guy I fell in love with today” You admit and Tobi is speechless. He knew you were right and it worried him what you would do next.
After a while, Tobi drives you back to the house since he was filming with Josh anyway and Simon isn’t home.
“(Y/n)” Tobi starts as you turn to walk into the bedroom you shared with Simon, “Don’t do anything you’ll regret”
“I don’t intend to” You nod, “Thanks Tobi”
You hug him quickly and walk inside.
You feel guilty now for walking away. Maybe something was wrong with Simon. Maybe he wasn’t himself for a reason. But then the other side clicked in. He shouldn’t act like such a jackass. He shouldve told you if something was wrong.
“Did you walk?” Simon’s voice cuts through your thoughts.
“Tobi brought me home” You reply simply.
“Okay” He states.
“Don’t worry it wasn’t Liam” You roll your eyes.
He glares at you and sits down in his chair.
“So is this really how you’re going to act?” You question.
Simon simply starts clicking onto one of his videos, going to edit it.
“Because quite frankly you humiliated me today Simon. In front of one of my best friends and then you accused me of flirting with him. And I’m not okay with that” You shake your head.
“I’m not okay with you flirting with someone right in front of me. Seems like you wanna be someone else’s babygirl” He snaps taking his headset off and standing up abruptly.
“I wasn’t flirting with him! I explained this to you!” You defend yourself.
Simon rolls his eyes and stops making eye contact with you.
“You know? I don’t blame Liam. With the way you’re acting now even I don’t see myself with you. This isn’t the Simon I’m with. And I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you but I don’t want to be a part of it if you’re like this” You admit, biting your top lip to stop you from crying or showing your emotion.
You see how Simon’s face changes. His features soften to a look of sheer guilt.
You grab your phone from the side and turn around to walk out of the room. Again, you didn’t know where you were going but you had a strong motive to go this time. He could come and find you. It wasn’t your time to be on his side. Not today.

anonymous asked:

hey harrie, i noticed you art looks very. sharp? as in, things are very well defined and alive, and i struggle with that a lot! things end up not looking so vivid. so i thought id ask if you had any advice on that?

I got asked something similar on deviantART earlier and. Hmm. It’s a tricky question! Let me tell you how i’ve worked towards developing this look.

My main issue with my older work was a lack of clarity.

I used to be very reliant on colour to show distinctions between my lines, otherwise they’d just look a lot like big scribbly messes! there was no clarity to the lines themselves.

A lot of this was due to me not actually knowing what I was drawing. I hadn’t spent long enough looking at the real thing to understand what it looked like, and I was guessing and trying to find the forms by drawing vague lines.

The overall shape was there, but only after I’d drawn a million lines instead of the one that was needed. It makes things very unclear!

This is something I’m still working on. With every sketch, I strive to make my lines more and more defined haha

Even comparing a sketch from august to a sketch from the other day, there is a difference I think!

As for how to practice this though: I don’t exactly do any exercises for this so much as with every drawing I do, I try to make it clearer than the last.

I try my best make every line I draw have a purpose, so it forms one edge or contour.

Before, when drawing their coat I used lots of scribbly lines. This was largely because I didn’t know what I wanted the coat to look like, haha. I should have used more references!

There’s nothing wrong with using multiple lines to form a single edge, but it’s not how I really wanted my work to look!

These days I use ctrl+z an awful lot, and undo if I draw a line wrong (which I do constantly). I also have z set to transparent colour (erase) so I can clean up lines that go too far.

As of late I tend to use three colours when I’m sketching, a black or brown, a light middle colour like orange or blue (which i usually use for shadows or something that I want to look softer!) and transparent/erase.

X and Z are my most used shortcuts.

I don’t ink my work at all, it adds another stage of drawing which is bad for my hands! so instead, I strive to make my work as clean as I can from the start.

This, when coupled with my knowledge of line dynamics and weight gives my work that sense of fluidity and sharpness.

A lot of the appeal behind my art I think though is actually down to the shapes? This is a bit of a difficult thing to explain, but when I draw things I try to draw shapes that look nice.

I think hands are a good example of this,

I like to draw hands because there are shapes that I like and I find it easy to bring those shapes out when drawing them! I refer to this as shape design, as it is a conscious thing that I am designing.

On their own, these shapes don’t mean anything at all.

but I like looking at them! So I make the things I draw look like these shapes.

There’s no like rule behind this - there’s no particular shapes that are better than other shapes, I just quite literally draw shapes that I like to look at. Other people seem to like them too!

I don’t really know how to teach this I’m afraid. There are common things that I like: Parts that jut outwards, like how I often draw the wrist. Straights vs curves also plays into the shapes I draw a tonne. And line dynamics!

But hopefully this post helps at least explain what I’m thinking about as I work, and what I’m aiming to achieve!

An Untimely Confession

Pairing: Nalu

Rating: K+

Summary: There was no happiness. No cute questioning of what he had just said. And in an act that would never ever leave Natsu’s worst memories, she gently withdrew her hand from him, holding it close to herself. Like he had hurt her. This was not how it was supposed to go.

Genre: Angst and Romance

Notes: For @nothing-but-fairytail who really needed some Nalu angst. Thank you for all those kind words and your patience. I hope you enjoy this!

Warning: Vague spoilers for the Alvarez war. 

It was such a glorious feeling, and Natsu did his best to commit it to memory.

The war was over.

All around he could hear cheers, ones that he would have otherwise led in terms of sheer noise and enthusiasm. Only this time, there was something else he was paying more attention to.

Someone else.

He watched as Lucy dropped to her knees, looking towards the sky - the most gentle of smiles gracing her features, even as she panted from her previous magical efforts.

Natsu was reminded once more of just how close he had come to losing her forever, but this time it didn’t bring as much pain and guilt, as it did relief and hope.

Because none of it had happened.

She was safe. Alive.


Natsu walked over and sat next to her, taking in the sight that she was - beautiful.

So goddamn beautiful.

Her messed up hair, her scarred body, and all her imperfections only made her glow more. He was so thankful for her - for this best friend he was so at ease with, who was so at ease with him. Someone who had such unwavering trust and faith in him. Someone who hadn’t doubted his intentions ever, no matter what his shape or form and the person because of whom he was still alive and breathing.

He was so grateful. And he really wanted to let her know.

He had to.

Lucy’s eyes snapped open when he gently took hold of her hand. Seeing that it was him, she smiled softly, her exhaustion not dimming the happiness in it in the least.

Natsu returned the smile, as he placed her hand on his bare chest. Right over his beating heart.

Taking her soft blush and slightly flustered expression as his cue, he finally said it, pouring all his affection, pride and gratitude in one simple phrase -

“I love you.”

It was a soft spoken confession, his voice deep and husky - it was something only for her to hear after all - and he gently brushed his thumb over her hand, waiting for her response.

His heartbeat picked up as he watched her expression change.

The smile she wore fell faster that he’d ever seen, before taking away with it her soft blush. Her eyes widened, not with surprise but with shock as her shoulders sagged and she teared up.

There was no happiness. No cute questioning of what he had just said. And in an act that would never ever leave Natsu’s worst memories, she gently withdrew her hand from him, holding it close to herself.

Like he had hurt her.

The joyful cheers were now barely audible to Natsu, as he felt his heart throb when she turned away from him, got up and walked away.

Leaving him seated where he was, all alone.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Sure, maybe he was kind of expecting reciprocation, but even if she were to shoot him down, he knew she would do it with much care and tenderness.

But there she was, walking away, holding herself as though afraid. And that’s when it hit Natsu - she really was.

She hadn’t ever been so visibly scared of him. Not even when she had faced off against END to save him, despite the very likely chance that she could have died.

And yet this…

Natsu slammed a fist to the ground, smothering a choked sob, ignoring how it hurt. No, his heart bled for Lucy, and with guilt, knowing he had somehow hurt her.

And what his confession could now do to what they shared.

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