let's hope it uploads this time

I hope everyone who bitched about Jimin posting in the fancafe while on tour and said he didn’t like intl fans is really proud of themselves. He’s acknowledged intl fans and asked people to translate stuff so many times in the last couple of days; he obviously feels guilty. He even had Hoseok do that live with him so be could understand and interact with the intl fans. You guys really made him feel bad.

Not every idol can read/speak/understand English, languages are hard. Some people really struggle with learning second languages. And honestly I don’t think idols should be required to learn English or Japanese or anything else if they don’t really, actually want to. That kind of expectation is just too much, imo. We should take it as a nice surprise when an idol knows a second language instead of an expectation or a requirement. And on top of that, what is getting upset with an idol for communicating in their own language with fans who speak that language suppose to do exactly? Yelling at him doesn’t make him suddenly capable of understanding everything you guys type at him at lightening speed. It just hurts his feelings.

And of course he would feel home sick. He’s in a foreign country, eating foreign food, surrounded by people he can’t understand. If I remember correctly Jimin was the one who got homesick the fastest on Bon Voyage. He loves his country and there’s nothing wrong with that. He’s a homebody, so sue him.

Anyway it’s like 4am, I’m emotional, and him asking people to translate on ch+ for intl fans made me :/ :/ :/ because he shouldn’t have to worry about that. He’s a good kid and he doesn’t deserve to be spoken to that way by people (his fans) who are suppose to love and support him. I love armys, but honestly I don’t think you guys realize how spoiled we are. Your expectations are unrealistic.

There are fandoms out there that can’t even find an eng sub of a five minute clip of their group months after it’s aired. We get twenty subs uploaded to YouTube in a matter of hours. Armys work hard for each other and it makes BTS seem more accessible than they actually are, but please remember to respect the members in real time when English isn’t always an option. I hope that makes sense?? Like don’t let the ease of accessibility make you forget that, in the moment, you are dealing with real people with feelings who might struggle to understand you.

In short; please don’t be selfish and always remember to respect the members. They love you and they work hard for you. They deserve to be spoken to with care.

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Hello! I finally got over my jet lag (i think)!
I had a great time back in my hometown, Manila! ^o^ ♥

I had lots of fun and also lots of rest and I feel so refreshed (and also kind of sad because I miss my relatives and my dog…and the food) – Now that I think about it – being back here in New York in winter feels so much sadder because of the gloomy surroundings ((compared to the colorful and lively neighborhood back home – it’s been 2 years since I was able to visit Manila aahh)) ///// anyway, here are some photos from our flight stopover in Taiwan Taoyuan Airport!

Thank you so much for your well wishes everyone, I really appreciate it!
I hope to upload lots of new art starting next week (and will resume working on that MM art book♥)

I couldn’t do 707 Route while I was there, I had no mobile internet and the WiFi everywhere was super slow ;;v;; Now that I’m back, I still can’t do the route because the app won’t let me change my time zone (it still doesn’t recognize Daylight Savings Time)!!! //cries because now I won’t be able to play the new update hhHHHNNN

Also – my fave photo of all (it’s me beside a mirror) vvvvvvvvvvvvv

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So after about a month of work, I finally finished the rough-draft of my 5e Chronomancer class. Unfortunately, tumblr will not let me upload the final page, which contains all the credits for artwork.

Let me know what you think, as this is still a WIP. It will be going through It’s first round of playtesting next week. Thanks and I hope you Enjoy!

EDIT:

Updated/alternate version here:

https://exotictabletop.tumblr.com/post/162449501932/after-playtesting-i-decided-to-re-work-a-lot-of

if you are interested in Playtesting, shoot me a PM!

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Not dead yet ! 

Last year was intense, we finished our graduation movie “Kalimata” in time and I’m happy with the result. We hope to upload it next year however, just to let it have some festival life going.

Couldn’t draw much because of that, i will post stuff here again from now on !

I have an instagram account also, you can follow some sketch work here : https://www.instagram.com/roualland/

Cheers !

Sigiling Selfies: How to Anti-Taglock Pictures of Yourself

So @dontusemycauldron mentioned this to me at some point, and it took a few days for it to really sink in. They told me how some people put sigils on their photos to prevent people from using them as taglocks for things like cursing. And I went, “well holy shit, that is fucking clever,” and proceeded to do it with every single one of my selfies I’ve posted to Tumblr. Not because I’m concerned, but I like to put faith in preventative measures. 

I decided I was going to show you guys how to do it - at least with SAI, because that’s the program I tend to use for art things now (and I can’t find a good crack of Photoshop anymore). However, any art or digital media program that makes use of layers and transparencies can be used for this technique.

First off, you want your sigils. I made two personal ones, and I also made two for Tumblr use. However, I’m going to recommend that you create your own sigils with your own statements of intent, if you can.

“This photo is bound from being used as a taglock.” 

“This photo is not successfully used as a taglock for cursing.”

Ideally, you want digital sigils with transparent backgrounds, so you can avoid as much visual disturbance to your picture - you don’t want people to see or know there is anything over top of it, right?

Anyway, now on to the (SAI) tutorial!

Open your selfie and your sigils; you can switch between them along the bottom of the SAI window. Copy and paste the sigils onto your picture. I do this by clicking on the sigil’s canvas, hitting Ctrl+A and then Ctrl+C, then selecting the canvas with the selfie and hitting Ctrl+V. I can show the screen commands, however, for those that aren’t so tech savvy:

The “paste” option is also in the “edit” menu, as you can see. When you’ve done that, your selfie should look something like this:

Well, you know, you won’t look like me…but your sigils will have pasted in the top left corner of your picture. And they’re very obviously visible. BUT fortunately we’re not done with it yet. 

Arrange your sigils over top of the face part of the selfie, however you want. I didn’t specify before, but the icon that looks like the cross with the arrows on each end (highlighted in blue here) :

…that’s the move tool; click on that, then on each separate layer, and you can move the layer around as you wish.) You definitely wanna do this before you change any of the transparency of the sigils, while you can still see them. Ultimately it doesn’t matter how you arrange them, just as long as they are on your face. Mine look like this:

It almost makes a heart shape, lol. So, those familar with SAI know where to look to see the layers. Mine were on the left-hand side by default, I know that is something you can change, however. They look like this:

On the bottom you can see the separate layers - your picture, and the sigils each on their own layer. Above that, you can see the “mode” and “opacity” tools. Those are the ones we care about.

Experiment with the mode if you want - it isn’t required, but it can help. I like to put mine on “overlay,” because it adds to the visualization of the sigils seeping into the picture and blending in to it. You need to click on each separate sigil layer to apply the mode. That makes it look like this:

And with that we’re almost done! Finally, just change each of the sigil layer’s opacity to 1% by clicking on the opacity bar and dragging it almost all the way down. You want them to not be at zero because they still need to be on the pictures and not “off,” but if you put them at any higher than 1%, you can still see them, and you definitely do not want people being able to see the sigils. Once you’re done that the selfie look like this:

Can you even tell there are sigils over top of that? There are. Four sigils, now, actually, lol. And this is how the layers look over on the side in SAI:

As you can see, the mode has been set to overlay on both, and they are both at 1% opacity. From there, save your picture (file, save as), feeling free to specify in the title that one has been magic’d. Then, you can upload them without any worry!

Of course, this can be done with sigils for other purposes - I just made this post with the intention of preventing selfies being used as taglocks, because that’s what I did to mine today. However, you can easily apply any sort of glamours to your selfies, if you desire. 

I hope this helps anyone, or inspires anyone! Let me know if you have any more questions, or if I wasn’t so clear about things! This is my first time making a tutorial for any art program, I dunno if I did any good… But, yeah, just let me know if you have more questions or anything! :)

I’ve Got You, I Promise: Part 2

Originally posted by sensualquotes

*This gif ???? I’m dead. Evan Peters can comfort me any day.

Peter Parker x Scared/Clingy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After being captured and unable to be found for months, Peter and the rest of the Avengers locate you. When you return back, your only need is Peter’s safety and comfort. 

Word Count: 1899

Warnings: language, depressed reader, clingy, fluff, panic attack, knives, blood, sad stuff, loving Peter. (pls let me know if I missed any). 

A/N: I always upload my fics at an ungodly hour, literally it is 3:20 AM. Anyway, for the wonderful @farfromjustordinary​, I hope I did this justice! This is how I sort of deal with my issues, so everyone is different. Please let me know if you guys enjoyed reading this second part! This is my first time creating a second part on a fic, so I’m excited to hear some feedback. Alright, I’ll stop blabbering. Enjoy!

Part 1


After spending some time nuzzled in the crook of Peter’s neck, you fall back asleep. Peter had to leave a little while after you fell asleep though, to train with Steve and Sam.

When you woke up, you were drenched in sweat and visibly shaking like you’ve been outside in a blizzard for hours. Once you realized Peter had left you, the panic really started to set in.

Where did he go?

Did Hydra take Peter?

Oh, no. No, no. 

Shit!

Where are you?!

PETER!

As you continued this cycle of paranoid thoughts, Peter walks in, equally as drenched in sweat, if not more.

He takes in your state, eyes widening. “Y/N, h-hey, you okay?” Peter stutters, worry evident in his voice.

Opening your mouth with nothing coming out, you whimper, causing Peter to dart towards you on the bed.

Even though you are both a sweaty mess, you don’t care. You latch onto Peter once his body lands on the bed, taking him by surprise. Your heavy breathing and shaking body lets him know you woke up from a nightmare. But he wasn’t there to help you.  

With an intense grip of Peter’s shirt, you mumble, “I…-uh, I-”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Y/N. I understand,” Peter interrupts.

With a nod of your head, you lean farther into his hold, absorbing his warmth and comfort.

How can someone be this warm and soft?

Keep reading

“Light my way in the darkness, guide my hand to rest in yours.”

@shancefluffweek​ Prompt #6 Magic/Tech

AN: This is based on an old and obscure mythology/soulmate idea I’d had in my drafts for years. Maybe I’ll continue it some day.

Come Closer (Antisepticeye X Reader)

Originally posted by floralcrownjack

Originally posted by squiggletti


(( @bellflowerboy : ‘If I could, I’d like to request an Anti x Reader with a reader who fights back- and he falls in love with that (and them)’

AHHH I’M SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG TO UPLOAD BUT HERE IT IS I HOPE IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT!

@justwritingscibbles your impure would be appreciated!

I’m not sure who made up the concept of ‘The Void’ so I’ll just credit those who I’ve seen use it, sorry is this annoys y'all. If there are any I missed feel free to let me know and I’ll add them:

@ask-sadisticdark

@theglitchedsystem

))


     Jack had been acting weird lately. Sure he was weird normally but this weird was…different. It was off. It was wrong. Your best friend had never been like this before in the vast span of time you two have known one another. Not once had he been this odd; sure he had pranked you many times before but this wasn’t a prank. Something was wrong.
     Something was very wrong.
     Your usually happy go lucky, do anything for a pal, loving puppy of a friend was now distant and cruel almost like he had done a complete make over of his soul. Not about to take no for an answer this time you made your way to his home and used the spare key to get inside before searching for the man of the hour. “Jack?” You called out into the eerily silent home.
     Everything looked normal and in place, but there was this odd static in the air you couldn’t quite place. It was as if TV static had become tangible and buzzed around you, tingling your skin as you made your way into the living room only to pause and look around. Maybe he was in his room? Turning and making your way towards the room you felt your heart sink as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. What was that? It wasn’t cold so that couldn’t be it, and you usually didn’t feel this way while in his house. Usually the environment felt warm, safe and inviting but now…not it felt cold, dark and malicious. Like something wanted you dead. Like you weren’t suppose to be there.
     Like you needed to get out.
     Shaking your head you ignored the feeling of dread slowly creeping along your skin as you drew closer to Jacks room only to pause just before your hand grasped the door knob. Was that…laughter? It sounded like it but something was wrong. Something about it seemed so fake; not that it was forced but more so that it was edited, glitchy and echoed. It almost didn’t seem Human. Tilting your head to get a better hear of the sound, the laughter continued going low then loud, slow then fast. Just as you were about to open the door, it stopped.
     Dead silence.
     Muttering to yourself about how stupid you were being, you grabbed the icy knob and opened the door only to find yourself face to face with an empty room. Well not empty per say, it held everything that his bedroom usually held except something that had caused the laughter. “The hell…? But…I coulda sworn…” you muttered to yourself while making your way into the room trying to convince yourself you were just missing what had caused the sound. Maybe he had left his Computer on? Nope that wasn’t it. Maybe he had placed a small Stereo somewhere you couldn’t see it?
     “Jack is this some kinda prank?” You called looking around trying to convince yourself that this was all just some joke for his channel.
     Silence fell on your ears adding a sensation of unease to your already nervous frame.
     SLAM
     Shrieking you spun around to see the now closed door with none other than the man of the hour standing infant of it giggling. Taking a deep breath you felt the wave of calm only for a second before realizing he had something that he shouldn’t. His neck was slashed. “S-Sean!” You cried out, “The hell man this isn’t funny!”
     “I think its hilarious!” He cackled his head twitching every now and then as he stood there staring at you with a burning gaze.
     That…wasn’t coming from a Computer. No way could he be making this voice on its own! No way in hell! “Jack…what’s with your voice? Are you ok?” You managed to get the question pass your lips, your voice a bit more shaky than you would’ve liked.
     “Oh I’m more than ok kitten!” He cackled while slowly stalking towards you his eyes almost glowing Green, “But…there is one thing…”
     “What’s wrong?” You asked for some reason taking a half step back. Why were you scared? Why did your body feel the need to run? This was Jack, you’re best friend, no way would he ever hurt you!
     “I̸̞͇̼̣'҉̟͈͈̙͉͔ͅm̙̗̠̼̯ ͉̤̟n̨o̷̥̠̯͔͎̮̟t͇ ̵̼͍ͅJ̜̮͇̺͈a͡c̜̠͉͉̪̩̥k̗̳.͓̘͖̱͙̙͢”  It almost didn’t register in time for you to dodge as Jack, or whom ever this look a like was, rushed you attempting to hit you with something. What was that? Stumbling to the side as you looked over your best friend you noticed he had something in his hand.
     A knife.
     “J-Jack what the hell!?” You cried out clearly shaken up by the fact your supposed best friend had just rushed at you with a knife and attempted to what you could only guess was cut you. This wasn’t like him. Your Jack would never do something like this! Never! What was going on?
     “I̪͖̤̥̫͎͇ ̜̘̙̥͠a͇̤m̢̫͇̙ ͓ń̗oͅt̛͙ ҉̣̘͇̩̤̙͙t̻͔̫͖̭̬h͇͇̝a͍͍̺t͚̩̤͜ ̕w͕̦͍e̹̭̩̥͝a̩k͚̖̩̞̺̪l̘̭̥̕i̮n̰g!̬̲ ̱͇̹̻̱̩̥I҉͇̰͚͔̫ͅ ̻͉͉̹̞͜ḁ̞̤͓̺͈̕m͏ͅ ͍̯͍͉Á̭͇n͏̲t̺̻̤͇͉i҉̻̘͚̳̹͈s͍̩͙̜e͠p̥̳͇̤̪̖͘t̪͓̼̰̠̬̩ị͡c̦e̷͉̥̻̣̤͚̳y̲̭͉̗̰e̱̮͈,̼ ͕̖̲̻̘a̦̟̝̝͍ͅn̫̮̼̩̙d̠͎̭͓̩ͅ ̙̱̜̪I̛̳̰̪̠͎'̖̯m̭̗͝ ͔̕h͖͓͔̩̀e͎͖̪̱r̬̙e̹̣̯̞̹̤ͅ ̺̺̘̭͕̯͟tͅa̕ ̲̞̥̩̭̰s͝t̺̻̣͈̺̬͖͘a̖͍̕y̘͓̭̤͚ͅ~͏̺̣̮̜.̹͜ ̡̝̘̟I̼̼̻̤͓͍̲'m̷̫̗͚͎̫͕͖ ͙̪͎no҉̝t͔͚ ͚͚̦̤̯̭̜g̘̦͓͜o̯̱͖͍̲i̛̲͔͙̞n̩͠'̸̝̝̼̞̞̠ ̟b̨͔̮̗̮̦ac͔̳̱̯k̷ ̣t̼̟͔̟͙̳a̳̱̪̪ ̸̠̤t̞̖̕ḫ̖̩͟ạ̛̫͙̟̩̹̟t̲.̨.̳͙̖.͓̬t̡̠̤̥͚̺ͅh͝a̴̰̣͚t͍͔̰͕̫ ̛̱̠V͔̖ơ̦̼͇̹̳͙i͙̘ͅd͇͙̱̞̟̗!̬̮” Anit snapped baring his fangs as he once again lunged at you; though this time faster. Much faster. Easily pinning you to the wall he raised the knife with a laugh and was about to swing his arm down to stab your shoulder when he felt something hit him in a rather sensitive place. Groaning he stumbled back and fell to his knees, dropping the knife and cursing up a storm.
     Panting you quickly rushed out of the room heading for the front door ignoring the growing laughter. But it wasn’t happy. It was an angry laugh with a low growl hidden within the changing pitches.

     It had been about a Month sense then and you had had many terrifying encounters with this…Antisepticeye. He’d shown up at your house, your job, when you were at the store, out for a walk, when you woke up, when you were in the shower; you name it! He’d tried to strangle you, to stab you, beat you to death with a pipe - hell he’d even tried to push you down the stairs! But nothing worked. Sure you had gotten your fair share of bruises and cuts but you never gave up the fight.
     You fought him tooth and nail at every turn, clearly not about to let him get away with it. Something had…changed however. Now when he showed up it was more or less to just bother you it seemed. Flickering lights, the TV turning off, power not working, glitches, voices and giggles that weren’t suppose to be there; every attempt that he had made to kill you before had shifted into a childish need to cause every disruption in your life that he could.
     It was annoying.
     Here you were sitting on your bed reading silently when low and behold your friendly neighborhood stalker showed up. Sort of. Looking up as the lights flickered and dimmed before turning off completely you sighed with a roll of your eyes.
     “Whats wrong kitten, don’tcha wanna see yer favorite- well thats still a secret~.” Anti giggled insanely as removed throughout the wires in your walls.
     Shaking your head you snapped your book closed and glared up at the walls trying to find him, “Get out here you annoying Imp!” You demanded.
     Soon enough there was a bright Green glitching in reality as a type of fog formed in front of you on the bed. Moments later Anti sat criss cross with the biggest grin as he watched you like a cat. “Whats wrong (Name), ye mad at me~?” Anti asked as he pouted, his pointed ears drooping slightly.
     “Yes! You’re an annoying little shit! Where is my Jack?!” You snapped angrily growing tired of this game.
     “Up here~.” He giggled insanely as he tapped his temple, “Well…sort of~. The Door is up here.”
     “Door?” You asked clearly confused as to what he meant. No way would there be a door in his mind that didn’t make sense!
     But before you could ask anything Anti had moved suddenly, stopping right before your noses touches. His grin growing wide once more Anti spoke in a low purr, “Oh kitten~. Where he is doesn’t matter…because he’s n̜͔͇͇̻̟e̪̻̙̝͕̬v̱͙̤͢ͅe̝̮̪̳̲͢r͙̖͓̖̯̘͖ comin’ back. I’m here now, in control, and that’s just where I wanna be.”
     “Why? Why are you doing this?” You asked, voice soft and filled with worry. If what he was saying was true you’d never get to see your Jack again.
     “Well ta be honest (Name) this started as a laps in his control. He was weak and I took over…but…meeting’ ye I knew things would be different. Ye fought be back. Struggled. Sassed. Never once stopped tryin’ ta figure out what had happened ta yer sweet little Sean~.” Anti giggled his head twitching at the mention of Jacks real name, “I was gonna kill ye. Make it nice an pretty…maybe let him out long enough ta see what he’d done ta his closest friend~. But then you went and did the most dangerous thing ye coulda done kitten.” Moving closer to you until you were stuck between him and the headboard one of his cold hands came up to caress your cheek, his eyes for once seeming…warm.
     Almost like Jacks but you could tell it was still him. They still held that insane glint in that sick Green shade.
     “Ye made me fall in love.” Anti muttered just before pressing his lips against yours.

     “An̸̼̪̣̲ I̥͕̬͓̜̪ͅ'̗̰͉̩͈͉͞m̻̣͍͇̹̩ ̖̯n̢͙̯͎͇͙ͅͅé̜̬͇̟̠̻ve͕̲̫͈͕̦̯r͟ ̨͕̙̭̤̖le͎̠͙̩̰a͓̰͉͍̞͈͢v̥̱̻̪̤̖i̱̘n̡'҉̪̳̫̭ ̯̺̙͉͠y̡̹̘̝̩͙e̤̥̥,̧͎̜̳̩̞̳ m̴y̮̻̫͎̤̕ ̯̘̻̝̻s̨͕͕w̜̹̜̱̫ęe͇͙̦̗̕t̫͉̹̥̰̱̯͠ ͉͔͕̼̱̕li͕̬̝͇̳̦͜t̳̺t̖͔ͅl̳͙̗̳̣͕e̘͕̬͚ ͉̭͔̲͉́k̼̹͓͔̙͓i̛̺͔̞̻ͅt͜t͍̱̠̝̤e̲̞͖̬͈̫n̻~̧̺͈.̯̲͈̹̫̱ͅ”

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Helloo~ my sweet skeletons, ghosts and pumpkin heads!

I hope you enjoy your special time of the year… but all know you need a spooky appearance to collect lots of sweets and scare some humans! Let me help you a little bit with that…~.

Here is my first gift for you - a handdrawn patchwork for your undead Sims. I added three versions, tattoo, skindetail and facepaint version.

Download: SimFileShare (no ads)

Wish you a lot of fun and happy halloween!

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~~T.O.U.~~

please don’t:

  • re-upload
  • claim as your own

That’s it! Feel free to recolor, convert, use it as a base or whatever, but it would be kind if you’d credit me.

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If anything’s not working right with the files, feel free to send me a message.

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

“Blue-Berry Soda” - Page 4 of 4

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And this is how Nick died an heroic Death… by Snu Snu. So the lesson in this story is: never let your bunny spice you drinks? hahaha

I’m really sorry if you were expecting a little more but  I want to keep it SFW-ish for a little while, also, sorry for not uploading the page sooner, all my week work shifts were changed sudenly and had no time left to do anything.

Hope this comic was of your liking and I wish you get excited with the little update blog I’ll post tomorrow.

And Again, thank you all for the incredible support you are giving to the comics, I really hope that I can keep making stuff that you would like.

Until next time, Cheers!!!  >:D

Confessions - Thiam

*GIF IS NOT MINE,CREDIT TO OWNER* 

*FINDING A GIF FOR THIS WAS EXTREMELY HARD SO I PICKED A RANDOM ONE*

A/N Sorry for taking so long, I was going to upload this a long time ago, but gif finding was hard. But I hope you guys like this. This is the first time I wrote something like this so let me know how you guys like it!

Word Count: 2,601

Summary: Theo has been sleeping in his truck for a while, not having a place of his own. Liam notices and offers him a place to stay which eventually leads them to confessing their feelings for one another.

Requests are always open.

Masterlist. 

Enjoy!


It hasn’t been easy for Theo ever since he came back from hell. The only reason he came back was because the pack, well Liam, thought he could be of use. Which he wasn’t. He wasn’t sent back because he remembered Stiles. Helping the pack bring Stiles and everyone else back was a challenge. It made it even harder for Theo, in fear of him messing up, he would be sent back. He couldn’t go back, not after what he went through down there. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone, not even the person he hates the most. Getting taken by the wild hunt, just to prove to Liam that he doesn’t want power or a pack, that he just wants to stay alive. It helped the pack with getting the wild hunt open, which got everyone out. Life after that was not easy, it only got harder.

During the months after, he went to go look for his ‘parents,’ he knew that the Dread Doctors killed his real parents so his ‘fake parents’ were the only option he had left to turn to. They were the only hope he had at having people in his life. He didn’t have high hopes of them being alive, or even want to listen to anything Theo has to say. It was a long shot that he was willing to take. Finding them was the easy part, they left Beacon Hills as soon as he went to the underworld. They wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, they were terrified of Theo and of the supernatural world. Theo couldn’t blame them, he did terrible things to them.

Theo wasn’t surprised when they slammed the door on his face when he arrived at their home. They had every right to do it. It didn’t stop Theo from trying to apologize to them. He sat outside their door, explaining everything to them. He knew they could hear him, he heard them debating on letting him in. While Theo was in the middle of his speech, with tears rolling down his cheeks, the front door opened and Theo felt a pair of arms wrap around him. They knew they shouldn’t have done this, but they aren’t heartless. It’s hard to ignore someone when they are on your front porch crying.  They listened to everything he had to say, but they couldn’t forgive him. Not after everything he did.

Theo dreaded coming back to Beacon Hills, he had no one there to turn to. Everyone was against him, no one trusted him, and no one liked him, and that was completely his fault. Theo knew that, but something about Beacon Hills was pulling him back. Or someone. Reluctantly, Theo found himself back in Beacon Hills. He had no clue where to go, or where to even sleep. Theo never got the opportunity to finish high school, he wishes he could go back. Going to school was the only normal thing he had in his messed-up life. That’s the one thing the Dread Doctors allowed him to do, even though he was always the new kid every few months. They never liked to stay in one place for too long. Their time in Beacon Hills was the longest. It brought some stability to Theo, even with everything going on.

 Theo was thankful that his truck didn’t get repossessed or that his fake parents took it with them. His truck was his home now, it wasn’t ideal but it beats sleeping in the streets. Theo always had to move his truck, the Beacon Hills police department would always wake him up, telling him he’s not allowed to sleep here. Theo knew that, and it would become a constant thing for him. He didn’t know what else to do, he debated calling Scott numerous times, but he knew it would be no help. Scott wants nothing to do with Theo, he couldn’t care less about what happened to him. It sounded harsh, because Scott always gave people the benefit of the doubt, and second chances. But with Theo, he couldn’t, beinging killed by him was the final straw. It leaves a lasting mark on someone.

It’s been a few weeks since he came back to Beacon Hills and a new threat has come up, hunters. Theo has dealt with hunters before, but nothing like this. Everyone was afraid of everything. The word of supernatural creatures living in Beacon Hills had gotten out, which only made things worse for everyone. The anuk-ite was an even a bigger problem. It made everyone’s fears heighten. It hasn’t affected Theo yet, growing up with the Dread Doctors, it’s hard to fear anything anymore. Liam has been hit the hardest by the anuk-ite. His anger has gotten worse and worse. Brett’s death didn’t help. Despite all of that, Theo and Liam have gotten really close, ever since he brought him back. Liam started to bring Theo’s humanity back, slowly, but it’s coming back. When Theo was with Liam, he felt different. He started to really care for him. His feeling towards the boy was more than just platonic, not that he was going to admit that. Theo had gotten really good at calming Liam down, making sure he doesn’t kill anyone. He knew that if he allowed Liam to kill someone, the beta would live with regret for the rest of his life and Theo didn’t want him to go down the path he did.

Theo was lost in a daydream when he heard a knock on his window, he sighed and sat up thinking it was a deputy telling him he had to move. He started his car, ready to take off when he heard another knock. Rolling it down, he was surprised to find the beta standing there. He was soaking wet, since there was just a big rain shower. The two just stared at each other without saying a word. It was Liam who broke the silence first. Liam was trying to find the right words to say, he truly didn’t know what the right thing was to say in this moment.

“What are you doing here?” Liam asked, a hit of concern in his voice.  He tried to read Theo, to see if he is giving off any chemo signals.

“Like you would care, Dunbar.” Theo said with a straight face, trying to keep his heart rate normal.  

“I do care. You care that I asked, your heart rate is rising. Tell me why you are sleeping in your car.” Liam was completely oblivious of the answer. Theo never said anything, he just looked at the younger boy then looked away. Liam was trying to put the pieces together until it finally hit him

“You don’t have a place to stay. You have been sleeping in your car since you have gotten back, haven’t you? Why didn’t you go back to your parents?” Liam was asking a million questions, he felt bad for Theo.

“Because my real parents are dead, and my fake ones left town as soon as you guys sent me to hell! That’s why I’m sleeping in my truck!” Theo snapped, he didn’t mean too, but it happened in the spur of the moment. Theo sighed and tried to calm down.

“Look, I’m sorry. I just haven’t been getting sleep, I’ve been constantly getting woken up by the police department and the nightmares have been getting worse. I didn’t know who to turn too,” Theo stopped and looked at Liam to see if he was still listening, “I figured you guys wouldn’t help, with all the shit I’ve put you through.”

Liam didn’t know what to say, he just kept looking at Theo in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that he never thought about any of this. The two of them have been through a lot together recently. Liam knew what he needed to do, he needed to help Theo. It’s the least he could do, after Theo constantly helping and saving his ass.

“Come stay with me. I have a spare bedroom, you can shower, and have a warm meal.” Theo looked up at Liam skeptical, like he was just telling a joke. But much to Theo’s surprise, Liam is serious.

Liam didn’t let Theo say anything, he just got into the passenger side of his truck. Theo looked over at Liam and took off. The two of them didn’t say anything, they just sat in silence. It wasn’t the uncomfortable kind either. Both of them were content with being in each other’s presence, Theo more than Liam. Theo didn’t have anyone, he didn’t want this moment to end. This just has to be a dream, this isn’t real. Theo thought. He kept his focus on the road, it wasn’t a long ride to Liam’s house. Upon arriving, Theo sat in his truck looking at Liam’s house, still not sure if he should go in or not. Liam noticed and told him it was alright.

The pair got out of the blue Toyota and entered the house, Theo falling suit of Liam. The chimera has never been in Liam’s house. It was your typical two-level house. It has a nice homey feeling, something Theo hasn’t felt in a long time. Both of them walked up the stairs and Liam showed Theo were the spare bedroom was. No one has ever been this nice to Theo, not even as a kid. It’s something he wasn’t used to. Theo set his bag on the full-sized bed and looked around, the walls were covered in pictures of Liam’s family. They were all smiling, like how a loving family should. It hit Theo hard, he never had a loving family, but he longed for one. Theo hadn’t noticed the tears running down his check, or how Liam was trying to ask him a question, until Liam yelled Theo’s name.

“I’m fine.” Was all Theo could say, but he didn’t mean it, and Liam knew that too.

“No, you’re not Theo, I know you are lying. I don’t have to hear your heartbeat to know that. Talk to me.” Liam pleaded with Theo, he needed to a find a way to get Theo to open up to him. No one said anything after that, which caused Liam to sigh.

“If you need anything, I’ll be downstairs.” Liam reassured Theo. Theo just nodded his head, facing away from Liam.


Once Liam was down stairs, he could hear the shower running. Liam had to figure out a way to get Theo to open up to him, he knew it wasn’t good that he kept this all in. It’s going to blow up in his face sooner or later. Liam stopped dead in his tracts and asked himself; Why do I care so much about Theo, and why am I helping him? He stopped and thought about it, until he realized that he was in love with him. He hated to admit it, but it was the truth. Liam Dunbar, was in love with Theo Raeken. His feelings for the chimera started the night at the hospital, fighting the Ghost Riders. Theo risked his life, for his. He saved him from being taken from the wild hunt. Ever since then, there has been that feeling in his heart, that his boy would mean something more to him. Liam was the first one to notice a change in Theo, the first one to give him a chance. Everyone thought he was crazy for doing it, but it was worth the risk. He couldn’t get Theo out of his head.

“Liam?” A quiet voice broke Liam out of his train of thought, it was Theo.

“What do you want Theo?” Liam asked, hoping it didn’t come off in a negative way.

“You were just standing at the end of the stairs, I was wondering what you were doing.” Theo replied walking all the way down the stairs.

“Just thinking, that’s all” Liam answered back, walking towards the living room to watch a movie. “You coming?” Theo nodded his head in agreement and made his way over to the couch.

Theo felt his eyes following the younger beta with every move he made. He was afraid that if he takes his eyes off him, he would leave and not come back. There’s a feeling in his stomach every time he is around Liam. His feelings for him were very clear, he just didn’t know how to show them. He has never been good with emotions. Physical pain he could deal with, but emotions are like a foreign language to him. Theo knew Liam would never feel the same towards him as he does. Liam is straight, and dated Hayden. Why would Liam feel the same, after everything Theo put him through. Theo knew he couldn’t keep this a secret anymore, he had to tell him, even if it ruins any chance of a friendship they might have.

Liam was the same way, confused as to why he feels this way towards Theo. He knows he shouldn’t. Liam was trying to figure out how to tell him. He figured Theo would just laugh at him.  Scott wouldn’t approve of this, but he’s off at college now, Liam can make decision for himself. He was going to tell Theo tonight, It’s now or never.

“Theo I-” Liam was cut off by Theo who started to talk at the same time.

“Liam we need to talk” Theo said with a serious voice.

“Look, I’m not good with this type of stuff but hear me out, okay?” Theo paused to make sure Liam was listening, “I’ve never been one to express my emotions, I would always hide them, that way, no one can use them against me. But seeing as I’ve already reached rock bottom, it doesn’t matter anymore.” Theo stopped trying to figure out what he wants to say next. Liam listening with full attention.  

“I’m just going to come out and say it, it might ruin whatever we might have together, but it needs to be said. I am in love with you. Go ahead and laugh and make fun of me. But it’s the truth. You have helped me with so much, you pulled be back from hell. I noticed I have these feelings in my stomach, like butterflies, whenever I’m around you. I can feel myself becoming a better person when I’m with you. I don’t know how to explain it.” Theo was rambling on but Liam loved it, he had a smile from ear to ear. The boy he loves, just told him he loves him.

“Theo, I love you too. When I was with Hayden, I didn’t get the same feeling as when I’m with you. It’s different. I didn’t know how to tell you because I was scared you would reject me. But now I don’t have to worry about that.” Liam was the happiest he has ever been.

The two boys were sitting on the couch, smiling wide at each other. Both of them had just confessed their feelings for one another. Both expecting to be rejected, and laughed at. This night has turned out better than they both had hoped for. They spent the rest of the night, snuggled up to each other, watching movies. Theo resting his head on Liam’s shoulder. For the first time in years, Theo has felt safe, and most importantly, Theo finally felt what it’s like to feel loved and wanted. Nothing else mattered in the world, beside what’s happening right here and now.

Theo was home.

Baby 101

Summary: Lance changes your sons diaper.

Pairing: Lance x Reader (and son)

Warnings: just some daddy Lance :)

A/N: Tomorrow I’ll either upload a part of Tainted Love or BITL so be prepared for either one of those. Anyways this is just a lil Lance drabble, hope ya enjoy :)

You were exhausted. Actually, not even exhausted was the right fit for how you felt at the moment. You were drained; tired but you were still sitting in the rocking chair that was in the living room, holding your son who wouldn’t let you have a five-minute nap.

But maybe, just maybe he would this time. He was calm, eyes fluttering closed and you let out a sweet sigh, a lazy smile spread on your face. Your eyes began to close as well, hoping for even a minute of sleep but that dream was soon crushed  when your son began crying.

Your eyes snap open and land on your baby. “There’s no tears coming from your eyes you faker.”

This made your son wail even more and you groan. “I can’t get five minutes of sleep? Just five minutes?”

Your son continued to cry and you rocked him back and forth. “Where’s your dad at?” you sigh, looking at the front door before turning you gaze back to your baby.

Seeing as the rocking wasn’t helping, you sigh and pull down your shirt to breastfeed. “You hungry, handsome boy? Hmm?”

He wasn’t hungry.

You pull your shirt up and rub his back, trying to calm him down but nothing was helping. It was then that Lance came through the door, hair tousled like he had been running his fingers through it and he dropped his bag on the floor. He lets out a sigh and shuts the door, laying his head on the wood.

“Sorry I’m late. Cassie kept messing up her routine so we had to stay even later until she got it right.” He sighed, turning around to you. Cassie was one of his students. She was fourteen years old and super nice.

“It’s okay,” you hummed.

Lance’s eyebrows furrowed and he nodded over to his son. “What’s wrong with Caleb?”

It’s your turn to sigh. “He won’t stop crying and I don’t know what’s wrong. I tried everything and-” you pause and lift your son up, smelling him. “He needs his diaper changed. That’s why he’s crying.”

You rub your eyes and sigh once more before moving to get up. Lance – seeing how tired you were – placed his hand on your shoulder and guided you to sit back down. “I’ve got this, baby.”

“Are you sure? I just need to-”

“You’re tired. Go to the room and get some sleep. I’ll watch Caleb.” He cuts you off.

You smile and stand up. “Thank you so much Lance.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. “Anything for my wife.” He pulls away and takes your son in his hands. “C’mon my little cabbage, let’s get you changed.”

You smile as you walk to yours and Lance’s shared room. Lance calls Caleb “little cabbage” because the first thing you changed him into was a green onesie and it made him laugh because he looked like a little cabbage.

Upon entering the room, you stretch before climbing into bed and snuggling up. You were almost asleep when you heard Lance talking to your son.

“We gotta let mommy sleep because she’s tired and she needs her beauty sleep. Not that she’s not beautiful already. No, your mommy is the most gorgeous mommy alive and I’m a very lucky guy.” you hear him say and you smile. After his little speech you hear Lance pulling the adhesive tabs off and your eyes widen.

You jump out of bed and run over to Caleb’s nursery. “Lance, wait! You have to-”

You arrive in time to see Caleb peeing all over Lance. “Oh fuck,” he cursed, covering his sons privates with the diaper again. “He pissed all over me!”

You clasp your hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh but failing immensely. Lance glares at you and you watch the liquid drop off of his chin and onto his shirt.

“You think this is funny?”

You shut your mouth. “No..” but it doesn’t take long for you to burst into laughter once again.

Lance looks over at his son who was gurgling happily and he shakes his head. “Cabbage, what the hell man? You’re not supposed to pee all over daddy.”

Your son only smiles at his father and you grin. “Go change and wash your face, I’ll finish this.”

Lance sighs. “Okay but afterwards you’re taking a nap,” You nod and he smirked at you. “cause you need all the energy you can get now that your doctor cleared you for sex.”

You shake your head at his words, trying not to smile but failing. “Shut up and go change.”

“Will do.” The two of you meet halfway. “But first, kiss me.”

He leans in but you move away quickly. “Lance!”

“Okay, okay!” he chuckled. “I’m going.”


A/N: I have a friend named Caleb who I sometimes call cabbage (but I mostly call him Chelsea {Chelsea is the girl version of Caleb I guess you could say} he even signed my get-well card with Chelsea back in 8th grade lmao) so that’s where the inspiration for cabbage comes from lmao. Hope ya liked this lil drabble, tell me what ya think!

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Anonymous asked: Reaper or 76 allowing their s/o to take off their mask and see their face for the first time?

I hope this is okay, also I assume you meant separately if not let me know.  I’m trying to get out as much request as I can, but I’m usually tired after work…working an 8 hour shift for five days  a week just makes me want to sleep haha. But I’m determined to write more!

For whatever reason Reaper’s ended up being longer than 76’s part. I’m not particularly fond of my writing so I always feel nervous when uploading things, but I’m always open to people giving me any advice on the matter.


Reaper:

“Are you sure that you’re okay with this?” you questioned him, staring up at the taller man who just stared back at you.

“….Yes, mi amor.” this was the third time you asked the same question and his answer was still the same. You just pouted at his response before looking down at your hands. You just wanted to make sure he was really okay with this.

“What are you afraid of what might be underneath?” Reaper asked sarcastically. Yes he was afraid of you seeing his face only to have you run away from him afterwards but the glare you shot him made him rise an eyebrow, it looked more cute than threatening.

“No, I want to! …I just want you to be comfortable with this.”

“I am…so go on.” he assured, you were a little too sweet on him for his own good. But that seemed to nudge you enough inching yourself closer to his form and hands moving up to touch his mask. You mindlessly trace his mask peering into black hole of it. It really did make you happy that he was okay enough to show his face to you, it was another step in your relationship.

A few minutes passed of silence between the both of you staring at each other until your hands moved to remove the mask off his face finally, you felt your heart speeding up but not out of fear. You were eye to eye with crimson ones, your fingers run along the scars he had on his face black smoke forming around him. 

“Scared?” he questioned, his hand reached up to touch yours trying to distract himself from the you soft expression on your face.

“No,  I’m really happy that you were comfortable enough to take off your mask in front of me. Also you’re very handsome.” you beamed, getting on your tip toes to kiss him on the lips while keeping your hands on his face.  

“Mmm..” he basked in your gentle touches, it was comforting and he was pleased that you had stayed after seeing him without his mask. He pulled your hands away and brought you in a tight embrace squeezing you slightly. He was lucky to have you all to himself .

Soldier 76:

“(Name)?” Soldier called out to you seeing you were busy watching something on your holopad, but you perked up at the sound of his voice. He walked over to your sitting form and taking a seat next to you earning a curious gaze from you.

“What’s wrong, Jack? You look like you got something on your mind.” touching his shoulder you peered into his mask. He was acting weird all day today and it felt like he was stuck in his thoughts, but whenever you would ask if something was the matter he’d say it was nothing.

“No, everything is fine. I’ve just been trying to decided on something.” he cleared his throat before turning towards you fully now. You’ve been with him for so long and loved him so much and never got upset about him not removing his mask whenever the two of you were alone.

“I’m sorry I haven’t taken my mask off and I’m grateful that you stayed with me despite that.”

“Hm, of course I know you have your reason as to why you don’t want to remove it. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“I know and I love that about you. That’s why I want to let you know I’m okay with you seeing me without the mask.” before you could answer him, he was in the process of removing his mask.  

“Hope you don’t think too badly of how I look.” he chuckled, he was a bit nervous seeing as he wasn’t as young anymore so he feel a little self conscious under your gaze. But it seemed like he didn’t have any need to worry when you brought your hands to his face and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

“What are you talking about, Jack. You look great don’t be so worried. You’re still a stud.” you said, mischievous look in your eye. “Now you’re going to have an even harder time keeping me off of you.” you added, pecking his lip again.

“Thank you, I’m happy that you were comfortable enough to take your mask off. I’m really happy you don’t even know!” your excitement made it worth it he really didn’t have to worry about you not liking how he looked. Your reaction was so sweet so he would make it a thing to be without his mask when it was just the two of you.

“Love you, dear.”

“I love you too, Jack~.”  

Thank you to @squirrellygirlart for the graphics.

As you may have expected I’m joining the Miraculous blackout movement. Technically my ML work has already been blacked out since I publicly post it so rarely these days.

I’m also certain that anyone following me knows why. 

Like it doesn’t even need explaining, reposting is bad. Period. We come up with analogy after analogy to explain it. It hurts creators.

Some of us post less, some of us stop posting all together. 
Personally I destroy my own work by plastering it in ugly watermarks, or stick it up behind a patreon pay wall.

To clarify though I don’t think reposters will ever stop. Since plenty of them know what they are doing is wrong. They are literally out for profit. There was a time we were dealing with someone who made dozens of youtube accounts and uploaded stolen comic dubs with the same description on all videos. (Essentially a bot).

What I do hope is that people in the fandom who are there to enjoy fan art and fanfiction, move away from following ‘fan accounts’ and instead follow artists and writers. 

Also that they don’t buy fan merch unless they can be certain they are buying from the artist. 


Also lets move away from the idea that creators are upset because they are ‘jealous’ of the views/follows that fan accounts get. Away from the idea creators are after attention.

And replace it with the idea that we create to be a part of the fandom. That we are trying to make friends and connect. That we would like to be afforded some basic respect.

As You Are (Requested)

“Could you do like where his girl is insecure and H is super sweet and fluffy about it?”

Just a wee heads up, this one gets a little smutty near the end. Hope you enjoy!

Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests for future oneshots, you can ask me HERE.

1987 words.


Harry smiled as he pressed his finger to the ‘share’ button in the corner of his screen, watching as the image of him and his partner in crime pressed up close to each other, giggling, uploaded itself to his instagram. It was a big moment for him. He liked to keep his private life private, but they had been together for a year to the day and Harry felt like it was time to share this with more than just his friends and family. His followers were eager to consume any information they could get their hands on, and this was something he wanted them to know. He wanted everyone to know. He would shout about his one true love from the rooftops if he could.

The likes were instantaneous, the picture flooded with heart eye emojis and encouraging comments, and Harry spent a couple of minutes scrolling through them, the sincere support of so many people lit up on the screen before him. Sure, there was an outraged or straight up rude comment here and there but Harry was pretty well versed in how to keep his head above all that. Sometimes, if his mood was low after a particularly shitty day, a comment would hit a nerve, but he had such a great support system of friends who were well accustomed to his kind of fame and knew exactly what he was going through, so he was able to vent and then get over it pretty quickly.

Exiting out of instagram, he went into his recent calls, her beautiful name sitting right at the top of the list. He called her, lifting the phone to his ear and listening to the rings, imagining the sound of her ‘Second Hand News’ ring tone going off and her scrambling to get her phone from whatever place she had managed to leave it this time. “Harry! Hey,” she answered. Even her voice made Harry smile, and he flopped back against his bed comfortably. “Hey miss. D’ya see the picture?” he asked eagerly. There was a pause. “Love?” he prompted, leaning up on one elbow. “Yeah. I saw it,” she answered. “Very sweet of you,” she said finally, and Harry slumped back again, relief flooding through him. “I though’ maybe you didn’ like it,” he said, smiling as if she could see his expression.

That was last they spoke of it as the conversation turned naturally from the picture to how their days had been, how shitty her boss was, and when they would see each other again. They talked and talked, as they often did, and time got away from Harry.  There was a lull in the conversation and he yawned, looking down at the leather watch on his wrist, eyes widening as he took in the time. “Fuck! It’s almost midnight!” he said, sitting up straight. “Love, I’ve got ter go. Big day t’morrow. But, I’ll see yer t’morrow night? I’ll come ter yours?” he suggested, waiting for her response. “Sounds good. Love you Haz,” she answered. “Love you ter the moon an’ back,” he murmured, taking a second to savor the exchange before hanging up, his heart and mind filled with thoughts of her.

##

Harry turned the key in the lock, gently opening the door and peering through the entrance into the open space before him. “Love? Miss?” he called, shutting the door behind him, dropping his keys next to hers on the small hall table. “M’in my room,” he heard, and he smiled, following the familiar voice into the bedroom he knew so well. The bedroom they had spent many hours wasting time together in, talking about their hopes and dreams, confessing their silliest secrets, making the sweetest love.

Harry grinned at what he saw, the girl he knew so well wrapped up in a blanket, hair up in the messiest of buns with curls escaping wherever they could, glasses slowly slipping down her freckled nose, fingers tapping away on her ancient laptop which she refused to update, despite Harry’s many earnest offers to replace it for her. Harry flopped down next to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek and peering at the screen. “Whatcher workin’ on there miss?” he asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the rows of words on the plain word document. She slammed the screen shut, cheeks flushing light pink. “Just journaling. Had so many thoughts tonight that I couldn’t keep up with just a pen and paper,” she answered, placing her laptop on her bedside table.

It wasn’t lost on Harry that she refused to meet his eyes, or that she seemed to stiffen when he brushed against her. “Hey…” he murmured, a hand cupping her cheek, tilting her head towards his own. “What’s goin’ on in tha’ head of yours?” he asked gently. She sighed, shaking her head. “I… I don’t want to talk about it,” she whispered. He paused for a moment, before sighing, slightly bewildered by her response. There had never been a time before this when she had refused to talk. She always told him exactly what was on her mind, and he did the same with her. They shared everything, so for her to close up like this was almost frightening. “Love. What’s happened?” he asked again.

She sighed shakily, her eyes filling with tears that Harry could tell she was desperately trying to hold back. “I-I… That picture,” she stammered. “The comments. They’re so m-mean. And I know I should be able to just g-get over it you know, cause you are so good at ignoring t-them and I wish I could be like t-that but I just can’t! I m-mean, I know I’m a little on the bigger s-side and I know that I don’t look like what they want m-me to look like… I’m n-not Kendall, or Taylor, or… I don’t m-model. A-and they think I’m not good enough… And… Like y-you’re just with me because it’s good for your i-image which I keep trying to tell myself isn’t t-true but I can’t get it out of my head. And I k-know when I look up at y-you, now you’re going to b-be so sad and disappointed and I’m s-sorry but… This wh-whole thing h-has made me feel s-so ugly,” she finished, breaking into soft tears.

Harry was completely taken aback, trying to wrap his head around the confession that she had just blurted out, his head reeling with anger and sadness and an overwhelming desperation to make the beautiful girl before him see exactly how he felt about her. “Hey. Listen ter me. When I firs’ met you, I genuinely couldn’t take my eyes off of yer. You know tha’ right? You were the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. M’not gunna sit here and pretend that I don’ see you, and see what yer look like. I know exactly wha’ yer look like, and I love it. You are so sexy, an’ soft, an’ warm, an’ you’re all curves and smooth skin an’ you smell so good. An’ when I first looked at you, I thought how much I wanted to feel you. An’ then I talked to you, an’ impossibly, you were just as sexy inside. An’ funny, an’ sweet, an’ smart, an’ independent,” he paused, shuffling closing and taking her hands, kissing them both before continuing. “I will never care abou’ wha’ is said about us an’ our relationship I don’ care wha’ anyone thinks. Why would I? I am so madly in love with you, my sweet girl,” he murmured, kissing each of her damp cheeks before finding her soft lips.

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anonymous asked:

hey! I saw that you take requests right? could you do you and harry are together for a while now but you see how his life is "taking off" and yours is just.. stuck (that's how i've been feeling lately about my life lol) and idk you just feel like you dont fit in anymore and maybe you need to let him go? it ends however you want! sorry, im a bit down these days but if you dont wanna write this kind story is totally fine! :)

Hi, lovely. I’m sorry to hear you’re feeling this way. I hope this helps some, and check at the bottom for some sites I looked up for advice. x.

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