lets try this in one post then

Breaking Up H.S.

So I’m not one to post these things too often but the idea hit me and I really hope you guys enjoy this! Let me know what you think!

Tears flooding y/n’s face after a rough night trying to reconcile with Harry just turns into another argument. It’s all the same now, he’s not home enough, she doesn’t try enough, he’s doesn’t care enough, she cares too much. In the end nobody wins the argument, and nothing changes. Each time getting worse and worse but this one was different, this one felt final and they both knew it.
“Well if I make you so god damn miserable why don’t you just leave already?!” the word come out of Harry like a slap to the face, he knows the damage he’s done with this one and he’s not sure if he even meant them. All he really knew was that it meant to be said, but he’d be damned if he said they didn’t hurt.
Silence falls over them, the only noises coming from y/n are sniffles. She can’t agree, she can’t disagree, and she can’t respond, all she can do is get up and go. As soon as she did she knew their time had come. After everything they had been through, from cheating rumors to fan hate, all gone. She leaves him in the kitchen to go retrieve as much as she can and call herself an uber.
Harry stands in the kitchen unable to stop her, his own face red from anger and crying. He watches her as she slowly comes back down a bag in her left hand and her phone in the other. Her uber is here. He goes to her grabbing her face in his hand wipe away the tears as they begin to fall as he has done so many times before and kisses her forehead. More sniffles come out of Y/n while she turns away walking toward the door and finally out. She puts her stuff in the car gives the driver directions and their off. Y/n watches as Harry stands in the door way, until he’s out of her sight and she’s gone.

ACOTAR Ships as Disney Couples (Part 1)

Hello! Welcome to this post where I try to match ACOTAR ships to Disney ones. I tried my best to match the characters up. Please comment your opinions on how I did and let me know if you’d like one for the Throne Of Glass series or for any other ships! Thank you for reading! ~ Alix (TheeReadQueen)

Feyre & Rhysand as Rapunzel & Eugene

The main ship of the A Court Of Thorns And Roses Series was really hard to match with a Disney pairing but in the end I chose the Tangled pairing because of how Rhysand freed Feyre and showed her a sense of adventure and allowed her to protect herself while guiding her. Like Eugene, he also had his own reasons for helping Feyre but still learns to trusts her.

Originally posted by bigherosixed

Like Rapunzel, Feyre learns she wants to do more than paint all day, she fells closed in and the people they love say they “know best”.

Originally posted by televisionquoteseverywhere

Rhysand and Eugene both come off as villians in the beginning. Appearing to care only for themselves but coming to understand their feelings toward their partners.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Both couples start to acknowledge their feeling for each other at a festival with many lights. (Starfall & the Floating Lanterns)

Originally posted by tattoodisneygirl

Eugene and Rhysand are both willingly to sacrifice themselves for the women they love and destroy the villians too. (Mother Gothel & Amarantha/Cauldron?)

Originally posted by kinitha05

Both males almost die!

Originally posted by cloudless-nightscape

Both females save them! (With magical, glowy powers…)

The End! Let me know if you want a Part 2 & which couple from ACOTAR you’d like to see! I hope you have a great day! Bye! ~ Alix (TheeReadQueen)

see ppl think fandom is the cesspit of internet drama but let me tell you the online cross stitch community is fuckin’ ruthless. a popular designer who had previously designed patterns of pretty period ladies etc posted a few witchcraft themed designs including one of a pentagram; her right-wing christian fans who had until now adored her filled her inbox with hate messages telling her she was going to burn in hell and they left her negative reviews on a bunch of sites which damaged her business. i bought a bunch of her patterns to try and even things out a bit but basically: where people gather, stupid fuckery inevitably follows… especially if they can get away with being anonymous

A Love Like Religion

Can you do another Judas imagine but instead of it being like Norman it’s real life. You’re new to the gang and fall in love with judas and he lets you ride with him (smut if you do it please)

I’m sorry I had to close my requests, I just desperately need to catch up. This request is at least six months old and that’s just embarrassing. While I’m catching up, I’m just gonna post requests without responding to anymore of the messages in my inbox just to save time. So if I didn’t respond to your request in my inbox, don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about you. Just trying to save time. ANYWAYS, let’s get on with this.


His name was Judas.

At least that’s what the other members of his gang told you. Was that his real name? Who knows. It seemed that no one knew what his actual name was. That just added the mystery that intrigued you so much. He was unpredictable and spontaneous. The danger that radiated off him attracted you to him. But you did a pretty good job hiding that.

Still, the idea of those women warming Judas’ bed at night made you uncomfortable and bitter. But you always won the next morning when he asked you to ride with him, giving those women a smug smile as you climbed onto the motorcycle behind him. Perhaps Judas just saw you as one of the boys and you still took that as a compliment even if it could never be more.

It would be a laid back night. Hit a club, have some drinks, get fucked up, just the usual. Things would be different for you tonight. It was exhausting and heartbreaking watching Judas sneak off with the next pretty girl that caught his eye. As much as you wanted that girl to be you, it was unrealistic to spend your life waiting for him to see you as more than a friend, partner, and member of his gang. You could have your fun too. And you felt you’d earned it at this point.

You were on your fourth jack and coke, your head spinning and your words slurring just a bit. You felt so light and so free, you stopped paying so much attention to Judas and the young woman he’d been talking to at the bar for the past few hours. She kept buying him more drinks and he kept getting drunker but you didn’t care. Your focus was on one of Judas’ boys, who had you cornered, his breath hot on your skin as his lips grazed your neck.

“Judas would kill me,” he mumbled, his hands tugging at the belt loops of your jeans.

You slipped your hands underneath his jacket, your mind clearing for a moment after hearing that statement, “Why’s that?”

He kissed down your neck, pushing your leather jacket off your shoulders, “Judas said no one touches you. But this can be our secret. Right, Y/N?”

You opened your eyes, searching for Judas at the bar. He was with the same woman, one hand holding his drink, the other rubbing up and down her thigh. But he seemed distracted and uninterested while she leaned in and whispered something in his ear.

You pushed yourself away from the corner, “Would you excuse me for a moment? I need to use the bathroom and then get us some more drinks. Just need five minutes.”

He nodded, though it seemed obvious to the both of you that nothing would be continuing that night. Lucky for you, it was a single person bathroom and you had some time to sober up a little without the overwhelming sounds of drunk women blabbering on and on and toilets flushing all at once and hand dryers going off. Judas keeping all the guys away from you didn’t make any sense at all. He could have all the fun he wanted with all those women but you couldn’t do the same?

You ignored the first knock on the bathroom door, assuming it was just a woman who had to pee. But a familiar voice spoke up that sent chills throughout your body, “Y/N. It’s me, open up.”

“Judas,” you muttered. You unlocked the door but turned back to the mirror covered in smeared fingerprints and cracks, keeping your head down, eyes on the sink. Judas opened the door, gliding into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him, “What’d you want?”

“What were you thinking?” Judas slurred, his hands squeezing your shoulders, “While I’m at it, what was he thinking? He knew better.”

“You don’t want any of them to touch me,” you remarked, “I don’t even know why I joined you. Why am I here? Am I just eye candy?”

Judas groaned, “No. Just didn’t want anyone but me…”

His voice trailed off as he pressed his chest against your back. You held your breath, peeking up at the mirror. He had his face buried in your hair, breathing in deeply, taking in your scent. He was wasted, that much was clear. Did he even realize it was you he was touching? Did he think you were the girl he’d been talking to at the bar?

“Judas,” you said, leaning back into him. His arms wrapped around your waist, hands moving back and forth across your stomach, “You make it hard to resist…we can’t.”

“You saying you don’t want me, Y/N?”

“I never said that.”

“So, tell me what you want.”

Judas pulled away for a moment to take your jacket off, hanging it on the hook on the door. His fingers slipped under your tank top, his hands warm against your freezing cold skin. You shivered under his touch, leaning against the sink. Your knuckles turned white as you squeezed the sides of the sink, your nails scratching the porcelain. The thought of admitting to Judas what you wanted made your heart race. Did you even know how to admit what you wanted from him? Would he know how to give it you?

“You,” you blurted out, causing Judas to pause, “I want you, Judas. I want you.”

Judas kissed the back of your neck, smirking against your skin, “That’s all I needed to hear, Y/N.”

He pulled your tank top up over your head and he pushed all your hair over your shoulder to unclasp your bra. You glanced over your shoulder at the door, “What if…what if someone…”

“Door’s locked,” he said, running his fingers down your spine, “They can knock all they want. Ain’t makin’ this quick.”

You quickly turned back to the mirror, breathing heavily as Judas’ hands lowered to your hips. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t make this quick. He moved agonizingly slow unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs. He lowered to his knees as he moved your pants to your ankles, allowing you to step out of them. His hands moved up your bare legs, smirking up at you from the dirty bathroom floor as he pulled his jacket off. He kissed your thigh as he tossed the jacket aside, his shirt soon following. Your entire body trembled, your mind clearer than ever. You knew how much he craved control and this was no different. He could have you any way he saw fir and he knew it. A part of you wanted this to be over quickly just so you could rid yourself of the ache he had created. You needed him and you weren’t sure how long you could wait before you lost your mind completely.

“You were gonna let one of my boys fuck you,” he said, his hand coming down on your ass with a hard slap. You cried out but the pain quickly subsided and you bit your lip to suppress a moan. Judas stood back up, grunting as he yanked your underwear off your hips, “You’re mine to fuck, Y/N. Don’t want anyone else putting their hands on you.”

Judas bent you over the sink, leaning over your body as his hand trailed between your legs, his fingers meeting your heat with eagerness. His fingers made slow, deep circles and you shut your eyes, fighting to keep still as you let out a moan. The music playing in the club was blasting, pounding in your ears. You could make as much noise as you wanted and no one would know what was happening but you didn’t want Judas knowing just how good he made you feel.

“Don’t hold back,” he said, his fingers suddenly plunging into you. Your jaw dropped as you threw your head back, nothing but a few squeaks and whines coming from you. Cursing under your breath, you started thrusting your hips against his fingers. You could smell the whiskey in his breath and that intoxicated you even more. You couldn’t take much more of this.

“If I’m yours to fuck, then do it,” you panted, “Fuck me.”

“Damn, Y/N,” Judas grunted. He backed away from you, unbuttoning his jeans, slapping his hands down on your hips, positioning you in front of him. You glanced at him through the mirror as he slowly slipped inside of you. He met your gaze, grinning as he slammed his hips against you, filling you completely. You moaned louder than you intended, the pleasure so overpowering, almost a little painful but in the most wonderful way.

Judas pulled away, turning you around and dragging you from the sink. He set the toilet lid down and sat down, setting you down on his lip. You sunk down onto him and he groaned, running his hands up your back. He was lost in it now, incapable of conscious thought as he took your breast in his mouth, teeth grazing your nipple as he thrust his hips against you. Bunching his short, wispy hair up in your hands, you whimpered and tears dotted your eyes as you rolled your hips, moving up and down his length. Nothing could’ve prepared you for this moment. You hadn’t even considered whether this was a good idea or not, whether this moment was what you’d had in mind. Of course, you’d always wanted to have this closeness with him but based on his roughness, the way he scratched down your back, left marks all over your neck and now your breasts, it seemed like he was in a completely different headspace. He just wanted to be the only one to have you. Maybe to show his dominance? To prove he was in charge? Or maybe it was just to see how easy you were. You weren’t entirely sure but in this moment, you couldn’t care less. In this moment, all you cared about were these rough, calloused hands all over you, leaving any kind of mark on your skin that he could. With the way he made you feel, you wanted everyone to see what he could do.

The ache in your body grew stronger and you leaned your head back, grinning and crying out in anticipation for what you knew was coming. Your toes curled and you found yourself lightly tugging on Judas’ hair, which he appeared to enjoy as he smirked, snarling under his breath and burying his face in your neck. Your walls squeezed him as you exploded, nearly blacking out over the intensity of your orgasm. Your entire body tensed up, curling into Judas’ arms. The way your walls tightened around him set him off and you felt him burst and fill you.

“Judas,” you whispered, placing a kiss on his shoulder. What had you just done? This wasn’t what you had planned. Of course, the alcohol still coursing through you wasn’t helping you and it wasn’t helping him either. That was all this was, just a drunken encounter. Judas wouldn’t remember this tomorrow but you knew you would remember this forever and that would just break your heart.

“Damn you’re good, Y/N,” Judas muttered. He lifted your head and kissed your lips, holding your face in his hands. He kissed you with every ounce of energy he had left. Pulling away finally, he helped you onto your feet, “I’ll leave first, you follow me out in five minutes.”

“What if someone is out there?” you asked, sitting on the floor on your knees, picking your clothes up.

“I’ll tell them you’re not feeling good and I’ll stand outside the door,” Judas replied, “No one’s gotta know what we just did. But damn, if they heard anything, we gave him a pretty good fuckin’ show, didn’t we?”

You smiled but only responded with a nod. Judas dressed quickly, shoved his feet into his boots and headed for the door with his leather jacket draped over his arm, “I’ll see you out there. We should probably head back after this.”

“Right,” you said, “It’s getting late. Just give me five minutes.”

Things resumed normally the next morning. Judas behaved as if you hadn’t had sex the night before. It killed you seeing him completely disregard what had happened. You tried to remind yourself that he was totally hammered that night and he probably didn’t remember the incident or didn’t remember that it was you he’d had sex with. But that would never make it any easier. Why couldn’t it mean just as much to Judas as it did to you?

Another week went by after that night. You kept it to yourself since there was never a time when you and Judas could be alone anyway. That was all you could do was just suffer in silence. It was hard to keep a straight face, to not burst into tears but you managed to keep it together.

“Let’s head out again tonight,” one of the girls suggested, glancing over at Judas, “Maybe to a different club. I know a great one we can all go to. It’ll be fun.”

Judas turned to look at you, as if looking for approval but you simply shrugged, “Ya know what, I think I’ll sit this one out. Still recovering from last week. Hard to keep up with you boys sometimes.”

“Well, that’s alright,” the girl said, wrapping her arms around Judas, “Can I ride with you then?”

You turned on your heel and headed for your room, the sight of that girl all over Judas making you sick to your stomach. Judas shook the girl off and hurriedly followed you. You ignored him, shutting your door in his face.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Judas grumbled, “What’s the damn problem?”

“Nothing, just go,” you said, “Go to your club, get drunk and fuck someone else in a bathroom. Then you can rip someone else’s heart out and leave me be.”

Judas sighed, “That’s not what I was trying to do. If you’d open your damn door, I’d explain.”

You stomped towards the door and swung it open, “Explain what? How you think you can just claim me and tell the boys not to touch me? So you can have sex with me and then just toss me aside?”

“You think I was just gonna toss you aside?” Judas said, stepping into the room, “You think I just wanted to claim you as a plaything and that’s why I told my boys not to touch you? You think that little of me?”

“Then why?!”

Judas slammed the door behind him and clenched his jaw, “Because I like you alright?! I just…couldn’t tell you because I…I wasn’t sure you felt the same. All those women I slept with, they were just distractions. But that night, I saw you with…and I just…couldn’t hold back anymore.”

“So why did you act like nothing happened after that?” you inquired, “I was hoping that night was special to you. It was special to me. I’m in love with you for fuck’s sake, Judas. All I wanted was that kind of closeness and intimacy and I thought you were only out to break my heart.”

Judas started laughing, showing off a smile he rarely used, “I gotta be honest. I was kinda thinking you were doing the same thing. You’re in love with me?”

“I…yeah,” you murmured. Judas came towards you and grabbed your face, laying a kiss on you that you never expected. This one was different from the kisses he’d given you that night in the bathroom. He was tender and there was more heart in it. You rested your hands on Judas’ shoulders, licking your lips, “Think we have some time now that everyone’s gone?”

Judas smirked, grabbing onto your thighs and hoisting you up. As he carried you to the bed, he placed another soft kiss on your lips, “Got all the time in the world.”

anonymous asked:

I've been looking for a one shot & i'm pretty sure it is one of your one shots but i just can't remember which and every time i try & look for it i end up re-reading another amazing one shot 8 just getting completely distracted. Basically the premise was that they were high school friends H was popular but lonely & Y/N was a pretty genuine friend & one day he messes up his sleep and she helps him then he gives her a back massage & they dry hump. I just can't seem to remember which one it was!!

http://jawllines.tumblr.com/post/111035319089/but-harry-is-far-too-selfish-to-let-her-go-to THIS IS IT!!

Hey, so if anyone wants to be tagged when I post new fics, please send me an ask or message and I’ll add you to a list and tag you whenever I post something new. Currently I’m working on a one-shot for #FullerFeast (that I am so, so super excited about), a one-shot based on a prompt I received, and chapter 5 of Senza Tema D'infamia ti Rispondo. I don’t know how many of you are reading what I write, but I thought I would throw the offer out to be tagged in case anyone is interested.

shoutout to george, fred, and especially ron weasley for realizing that harry was stuck in abusive and unhealthy household and, in spite of the massive trouble they knew they could get in, taking immediate steps to personally see him removed from that environment, something no adult in harry’s life did.

Want a pokemon egg?

Every person who reblogs this will have a Pokémon egg in their submissions and a Pokémon will hatch from the egg later.

The egg will be randomly hatched. It may be evolved, shiny, or even a legendary. (Only reblogs get eggs, not likes) ~~~~~~~~~ Update: Once this post hits 8000 reblogs it stops. At this point if it hits 8000 it will take me about 22-30ish weeks to finish because of work and college. I’m glad seeing people still love Pokemon. I thought I could keep up with you all. Yeah, nope, but it’s fun. 8000 reblogs though then please let this post die please. Since I’ve done it for a few and I’m stopping at 8000, if you want more than one egg please reblog and say so and you’ll be randomized with more than one egg. Thank you for reading this and I hope you all can continue to love Pokemon.


The tit-off

So I tried uploading this for over two days now. But since our home interet had a melt-down I have to use the mobile version of tumblr and it won’t let me upload anything. :/
So.. The last two panels were additional - hence a bit sketchy, but mobile tumblr won’t even let me put pictures in my text posts XD
So… Uh I hope you like it?? Kuro and Shiro are having a little tit-off in this one, because they both try to impress Keith. Kuro is slightly smaller and less bulky than Shiro (but he’s still bulkier than most so damnit)… But he knows how to put his muscles on display ;)
He’s also a bit paler than the rest, but that’s because the poor baby has never seen the sun before.
Maybe I’ll draw a comic where the Paladins take him on a trip to a planet and he gets a sunburn after like five minutes or so XD

Based on @paperficwriter‘s Genos headcanon(s)!

okay but what about a klance social media au

  • Lance is a popular youtuber who does a hodgepodge of things from lets plays or makeup tutorials or even prank vids
  • Keith is on a whole new level of pining
    • he’s Lance’s biggest fan
    • never misses a show
    • knows Lance’s posting schedule
    • is ALWAYS in the first 100 people to like it
  • Keith decides to start up a channel to try and get Lance to notice him
    • Lance doesn’t, but people do
    • he gains thousands after one video he does with his brother, Shiro
    • before he knows it, he’s one of the fastest growing channels on youtube
  • Lance notices then
  • They become rival youtube stars
    • commence the twitter vaguing (mostly from Lance, but Keith likes to think he’s just humoring him by responding), constantly trying to out-do one another on every social media platform they have
    • Keith’s pining
      • HARD
    • Lance is honestly trying
    • People start #Team Lance and #Team Keith
  • Their fans start shipping them and literally the comments telling them to collab are in the thousands
    • they make a q and a video together
  • Lance thinks it’ll be a flop
    • its his channels most viewed video
  • Keith is a Mess™ throughout the whole thing but thinks no one will notice
    • they do
  • They start a collab channel and it quickly grows faster than their individual channels
  • Basically fan to rival to friend to collab partner to actual partner as in THEYRE IN LOVE

starmaiden777  asked:

Do you think you could give some pointers as to how to draw dragons? I'm stuck whenever I try and the anatomy and proportions never seems to line up.

That’s the fun part about dragons though - you can throw anatomy out the window for the most part because there’s no specific one way to draw them.

[I made this at 3am and forgot about it in my drafts, so please let me know if you want clarification on a specific thing]

I like to push for variety and variation with dragons. The most common dragon we usually see is a Western Dragon; long neck, spikes, webbed wings, horns on their head. [you can probably picture one from pop culture based on that reference alone]

But that doesn’t have to be the only way to draw dragons. There are also Wyverns, Eastern Orientals, Hyrdas, Serpents, and more. Play around with the body and faces of dragons to make them a bit more unique and give them more personality and don’t be afraid to make them look “ugly”, they could end up pretty badass.

Dragons can have a wide variety of body types. These can vary from proper quadruped legs to bipedal with a weight offset. Front legs can be shorter than back legs, or they can even resemble real-life animals with “dragony” features. 

If you’re worried about proportioning, try breaking up your dragon’s body. I’ll use the Body Type + Appearance Dragons as examples;

  • Large: 33% Head // 33% Body // 33% Tail // [1% Extra/Pudge hehe]
  • Skinny: 10% Head // 20% Neck // 25% Body // 45% Tail
  • Lean: 10% Head // 20% Neck // 35% Body // 35% Tail
  • Bipedal: 10% Head // 40% Body // 50% Tail

With wings, you’re going to want them to be larger than your dragon’s body [unless they’re earthbound, in which case they can be tiny] Ideal wings are usually as long as your dragons body without the tail.

If you’re struggling with wings, I often break them up into two or three parts. Consider it to be like your arm, going from bicep to forearm to hand and fingers. Note that the Butterfly wings seen above don’t use this same method and are one solid piece.

If you’re designing a dragon, consider where they live or what they’ll be doing. Oceanic dragon? Try webbed hands or fins. Earthbound dragon? Give them big, powerful claw-paws so they can dig through the toughest of dirt. Again, there’s no right way to draw a dragon, so have fun with it!

  • Solas: -travels with you as a trusted member of your inner circle for the better part of a year and then vanishes and shows up two years later to reveal his plan to literally destroy the world and oh yeah he's also immortal and a god and ALSO the conflict of the whole game was basically his fault-
  • Reyes: -hides that he's a crime boss for a few weeks/months so he can assassinate a tyrant-
  • Fandom: these are the same

for a lot of students, myself included, it can be really hard to figure out how to set goals! often, things like new year’s resolutions are made with the best of intentions, followed for a week, and then forgotten. here’s my personal step-by-step on setting and sticking to a goal!

  1. think about why you are setting this each goal. if you have a concrete reason, it’s much easier to remind yourself of that later and stay motivated.
  2. set realistic goals. if what you are trying to do is impossible, you simply can’t meet your goals, and you will become discouraged!
  3. make quantifiable goals. this is, in my opinion, the most important step! you need to be able to keep definite track of your progress. if your goal is just “smile more” or “be nicer,” how will you know that you are succeeding? however, if your goal is “smile at least 5 times a day” or “compliment my friends at least 3 times a week,” that’s something you can measure. if you have trouble coming up with these, check out my list of them here
  4. set a time limit. this isn’t applicable to all types of goals, but it’s important for some. if your goal is something that can be completed, like writing a novel or finishing an assignment, know when you want it done by, instead of just “someday.”
  5. break down your goal into smaller goals. “writing a book” is a daunting task, but if you have smaller, daily goals of “write 1000 words,” it becomes much less intimidating. it’s easier to hold yourself accountable. this also prevents procrastination, because if you are making regular progress, you can avoid doing it all right before the deadline.
  6. account for time. make sure to include goals in your schedule, especially if it’s something like “work out for half an hour every day.” set aside time to achieve your goals, otherwise you might find yourself scrambling.
  7. set reminders. sometimes the easiest way to not achieve a goal is to forget to complete it! i use phone alarms with a unique sound and a label, but sometimes all you need is a daily checklist.
  8. have a way to track progress. keep all your information about a goal in one spot, and don’t lose it! bullet journals, google docs, and printables are great for this. at the end of every day, consider: did you meet your goal for the day? write down the answer, and maybe a reason why. it’s a great way to hold yourself accountable.
  9. tell others. another way to hold yourself accountable is with a little help! personally, if i’m the only one who knows about my goal, i’m less likely to achieve it because if i fail, i don’t feel like i’m letting anyone down. sometimes that extra pressure is useful.
  10. reward success. sometimes success can be its own reward, but sometimes you need a little extra motivation. this is where having an outside party helping can come in handy: if you have a partner who you’re working with, they can reward you if and ONLY if you’ve achieved your goal! it might be hard to restrain yourself from taking the reward anyway if you’re the only one calling the shots, so having an outside voice of reason can be really useful.
  11. don’t let failure make you quit. sometimes, it takes a lot of work and a lot of tries to get something right. if it seems like you won’t get it on the first try, see if you can on your second.
  12. work hard! in the end, only you can get yourself there.

good luck with your goals, and feel free to add to this post if you have any other tips! if you end up using my method, tag me with #celestudial. you can do it!

Being Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Daughter...
  • Lin would cry the day you were born but he would also brag a lot.
  • He’d shower you with gifts but he was also careful not to overdo it
  • Chances are, (depending on your age and whatever year you’d picture this for) you’d be friends with a lot of the Hamilton cast/ and or their kids
  • There’s no doubt about it you’d be a freestyling genius much like him and musically talented.
  • And Lin would be so proud of this
  • Lin’s heart would melt every time you called him ‘dad’
  • He is probably one of the most caring, sweetest, and involved father out there.
  • And if your mother wasn’t in the picture, Lin would be sure to work to fill in her shoes.
  • He would attend all your school events and extra curriculars too.
  • On mother’s day he would plan a brunch inviting his sister and mother over making sure you knew you weren’t alone when it came to the amount of females in your life.
  • Whenever he goes to Richard Rodgers Theatre or goes to work for whatever project he’s working on he is constantly pulling his phone out to show his fellow coworkers pictures of you
  • He can’t help it
  • But one thing is for sure, Lin would make sure you knew how strong of a woman you were. Being a strong activist for equal rights Lin knew how easy it was for girls in today’s society to feel weak and defeated by the powerful and he never wanted you to experience that. So he would make post-it notes and stick them in your lunchbox, on your mirror, and anywhere he could find with sayings such as…
  • “I am woman hear me roar!”
    “Though she be but little, she is fierce!”
    “A strong woman looks fear in the eye and gives it but a wink.”
    “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.”
  • And because your father is one of the most encouraging and inspiring figures in the world, not only in tweets but reality as well, he excels at giving the best, most needed pep talks when you’re down in the dumps.
  • Lin had you speaking Spanish as soon as you said your first word
  • Lin would practically document your entire life. He liked taping you and taking pictures while you were doing casual activities such as coloring, singing, dancing, playing with your dolls, running around the house, etc.
  • Tobillo basically being your best friend
  • That dog follows you wherever you go
  • Lin has thousands of videos from when you were learning to walk, practically waddling around and Tobillo was right on your heel the entire time following you.
  • The whole Hamilton cast would be obsessed with you
  • Especially Phillipa
  • That girl loved you as if you were her own
  • And if you were old enough, you would join the Schuyler Sisters in their inbetween shows closet talk.
  • Sleep overs at Jasmine and Anthony’s while your dad is out of town
  • And they would absolutely LOVE having you over
  • You made them want to have kids that much more and Anthony loved taking you to the movies and Jasmine loved taking you out shopping
  • Speaking of shopping, Renee, Jasmine, and Phillipa are always spoiling you with the newest trends and what nots.
  • The Hamilton cast would be like another family to you
  • Always running around backstage with Groffsauce, who usually was assign babysitting duty.
  • The Schuyler sisters- as well as Leslie teaching you how to harmonize
  • Daveed loved helping you with your freestyling
  • You and him always got in heated battles- in good spirits of course
  • Playing childish games during intermission and between shows with Oak, Daveed, and Anthony.
  • Trying to braid your dad’s hair during his Hamilton days
  • Let’s be real, Lin would dedicate Dear Theodosia to you
  • And during Stay Alive (reprise) and It’s Quiet Uptown he had genuine tears pinching at his eyes as he fathomed the thought of losing you
  • But Lin would always run to you and spin you around every night after shows
  • The two of you would walk hand and hand together home and Lin would sing you to sleep every night
  • He’d love making you breakfast and basking in that domestic life
  • I could see him making some of the best pancakes in the world
  • And one morning when you were little, you convinced him to let you have a sip of his coffee
  • “Daddy, what’s that black stuff in there.”
    “It’s called coffee, bebé.”
    “Can I try some?”
    “Uh, I don’t think so, Y/n. You wouldn’t like it.”
    “Please, papi.”
    “Oh alright.”
  • Like he predicted, you hated it. The liquid burned your throat and young little you cried at the bitterness for at least a minute which broke Lin’s heart.
  • Lin would be the type of parent that would love to show you off to family and friends but when it came to posting pictures of you on social media, he usually made sure your face was covered, just to keep an element of privacy in his life.
  • But he does love tweeting stories about you or cute things that you do
  • Your childhood years would be a little hectic. Lin probably wouldn’t be around as much as he wants with filming, acting, composing and all but he would make an effort of a lifetime to be as involved as possible.
  • By your late teens you had already seen much of the world but that didn’t mean you were bored by any mean. Adventure was in your soul.
  • Lin would spend a lot of time with you during his time working with the film Moana. He liked to come to you to find inspiration.
  • Family trips to Disney World and Land
  • Lin is constantly trying to help you with his homework
  • “You know I was a teacher.”
  • Coming to him when you start learning about the American Revolution
  • “Well I mean you came to right person. I did write an entire musical about this stuff. Just use the album for a reference, it’s mostly accurate.”
  • Walking into your house one day after school infuriated as you set your pop quiz on the Schuyler Sisters in front of him, a large 9/10 circled with red pen.
  • “And I quote, I’m the oldest and the wittiest… My father has no sons… dad you cost me a perfect score! Why did you lie in the lyrics, I thought you said I could trust them!”
    “I’m sorry I forgot they had other siblings!”
  • Similar to your father, you swore like a sailor
  • Which also meant you were constantly getting scolded and death glares from your father who claims “He didn’t raise you to speak like that.” Even though you both know he did.
  • But honestly I could see Lin being into girl drama. Like when he picks you up from school and sees an annoyed look on your face he’d just shake his head and say,
  • “Spill the tea, honey. I’m ready!”
  • And on your bad days after dropping you off at home after school, Lin would drive to the nearest DQ and Chick-Fil-A and movie store returning home with gifts in toll.
  • He was one of the only people in the world you trusted enough to tell everything too
  • Dad jokes, so many dad jokes.
  • “Dad I’m thirsty. Do we have any-“
    “Hi thirsty nice to meet you I’m Lin-Manuel.”
  • Being very close with your grandparents
  • Your grandpa teaching you how to cook
  • Your grandma would spoil you tbh
  • Girl talk with your Aunt Luz
  • Your dad would be really big on making sure you knew and understood the importance of equality and treating others with respect. 
  • Weekly meals at their place where your grandpa is also telling tales
  • “You know pequeño, when your father was your age I couldn’t get him to shut up!”
    “He was always doing his rapping, talking fast and never making sense but he had passion just like yourself so don’t you ever give up on yourself carino. If your father did he would not be where he is today- and neither would you.”
    “Thank you abuelo.”
  • And when you finally do make it, doing whatever or being wherever that may be, you’ll have Lin’s as well as the rest of your families support because Lin knows exactly what it feels like to have millions of people doubt you and laugh at you for doing the unexpected so his support will never run out.
  • When Lin finds out you have a passion for writing and composing, he immediately takes you with him for a daddy daughter date to the studio.
  • He pretends to be out of ideas for a song and you play along knowing it would be a lot less painful to take the easy path.
  • “Well there are a few different projects I’ve been working on lately. They aren’t too good… pretty shitty-“
    “Sorry… but uh, you can have a look I suppose.”
  • Becoming a co writer beside your dad on his next project
  • Going on walks and hikes together with Tobillo
  • But for real though Lin would be insanely protective over you
  • Like when it comes to you Lin always needs to know where you are and constantly has eyes on you
  • When you got your first boyfriend/girlfriend Lin would FLIP
  • You’d suddenly become a player in the game ’21 questions’ or more like 101 questions when it came to your dad
  • He demanded meeting your significant other and no matter the gender, he held his strong demeanor and hardly cracked a smile- well until he saw how happy you looked in their presence.
  • But eventually he’d come to term with it. Although he would always see you as his little girl, he knew you had to spread your wings and he was not about to hold you back from doing so.
  • And when you finally land a lead role on an upcoming Broadway show, Lin is ecstatic.
  • Every day he calls you to ask how rehearsals are going partly because he’s interested and excited for you but also because he remembers his restless days and nights where he’d come home so stressed he’d forget to eat for days. He didn’t want to see you go through the hardships he did.
  • Ironically enough the new production is held, opening night, in the same old theater you grew up in, Richard Rodgers. Home sweet home. 
  • And on opening night you can guarantee your father is sitting front row with four bouquets of various flowers surrounded by all your family and friends as well as a handful of the original and new Hamilton cast.
  • And he would cry. A lot.
  • But he would also be that dad that right before the show starts, as the lights are dimming, he stands up and shouts,
  • “Go Y/n!”
  • His proud dad tweets would be never ending that night
  • After the production he was sure to be the first backstage and the first to hug you.
  • “You did it, you did it! I’m so proud of you, mi ángel. Congratulations!”
  • You’d be lying to yourself if you said your dad didn’t have a surprise party planned for after the play because he did.
  • Not to be a downer but there would be days where Lin would cry himself to sleep thinking he hasn’t done enough, or given you the life you deserve. He worked himself far too hard to make sure you had everything you could ever need and knew you were loved, but sometimes he couldn’t help but fear the worst.
  • Although at times he can be overbearing, you wouldn’t want it anyway else.

This was so fun to write oh my lord, hope you enjoyed!

-Daizy xx

Air Moons & Emotion ♊️♎️♒️🌕

From a young age, air moons are taught their emotions are worthless. Whether it be by firsthand experience or people coming right out and saying it, air moons constantly have their feelings invalidated. This happens several times in youth so eventually when they grow up, they can no longer express their emotions in a healthy way.

*“air moons” will be abbreviated to AM’s

Examples of behavior in childhood:

-people laugh at AM’s frustration

-AM’s ridiculed for expressing their identity through clothes, hair, personality, etc

-AM’s given harsh criticisms

-AM’s called overdramatic or told they are overreacting when they were not

-AM’s manipulated into thinking they do not have a right to be upset

-AM’s humiliated for having feelings whether it be having a crush, or being excited about their hobbies, etc

-AM’s laughed at for being logical

-AM’s called cold or heartless

-AM’s yelled at for disagreeing with other’s opinions

-AM’s told what to think and how to act

-AM’s secrets shared without their permission

-AM’s punished or blamed for what someone else has done

-AM’s berated for not having proper manner’s

-AM’s told they are selfish

-AM’s forgotten or left out

The above behaviors destroy Air moon’s ability to process their feelings. Air moon’s grow up thinking their emotions do not serve them any purpose, and so they try to cast them away. They learn that emotions only cause them humiliation from others, make them seem weak, and cloud their judgement. The sad part is when they grow up, people will then make fun of Air moon’s for ‘not having feelings’ even though they are the reason for the repression in the first place. People get used to Air moon’s having little emotional outbursts and so when an Air moon does become upset, people’s first reaction is to say ‘this isn’t like you, it’s not that big a deal, stop overreacting.’ But this is detrimental to Air moon’s conscious. After such an incident, the Air moon will try even harder to hide and destroy every emotion they have. They will try to never let you see that side of them again. Holding in such feelings is exhausting and harmful to the Air moon. They must learn how do undo the damage done in early childhood. They must stop overanalyzing their thoughts and actions. They must learn to stop saying ‘I do not have a right to feel this way and so I will make myself no longer feel this way’ and start accepting their feelings for what they are. It is ok to be angry, to be upset, to be confused. Air moons must learn that emotions do not make one weak.


Originally posted by worldstyles

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