look at the colouring do you guys like it

To any trans women and transfeminine followers of mine, did you know there’s a pretty huge Etsy store which does gaff underwear and swimsuits specifically designed for trans people amongst its products? They go in a pretty decent range of sizes, including sizes for young girls, and while I do not personally know anyone who has used them, there’s a fuckton of positive reviews on the Etsy store. They have a ton of colours to choose from, different fabric choices, the works.

And for once they’re not marked “for crossdressers” too, they actually under “transgender”, so that’s (depressingly) unusual.

I’m mostly posting this because I’ve seen a lot of younger people recently in particular saying they never knew what gaffs were… a lot of people find them WAY MORE comfortable and convenient than tucking, so I would recommend looking into them if you’ve never done so before!

And even if you yourself don’t use or need this stuff, do pass this kind of info on to any friends of yours that might, guys! There’s always like a million more PSAs about transmasc stuff as opposed to transfem stuf tbh…

anonymous asked:

Stiles as a professional cuddler who takes Derek on as a client? (With a side of mutual pining, Laura being a good older sister, and Noah being a good dad.)

*coughs* John…..John. (I AM SORRY, NONNIE. I CAN’T ABIDE BY CANON. I CANT.

I have to say, I really wish there were more fics out there that had this trope because I really, really love it. I think what I love most about it is because it’s all about Derek and his issues with trust and touch. I am very interested in the notion that Derek isn’t comfortable with people touching him after the fire because of what he went through with Kate but he is comfortable with paying someone to touch him because that leaves him in control. 

Laura is the one who suggests a professional cuddler because she knows her brother and Derek is either going to find himself very badly touch starved for years to come or he’s going to fall into another bad-touch sexual relationship out of some guilt ridden punishment trip. There is no in between with Derek. And so, she researches and finds Stiles. She likes him immediately because the people who leave reviews on his website all have one thing in common: that he loves to talk. Laura knows Derek isn’t much of a talker, especially these days, but she thinks it couldn’t hurt to have someone who isn’t afraid of communication, and possibly someone who might actually get Derek to talk back. Lord knows she’s tried to get Derek to talk; to her, to a therapist. Nothing has worked. But maybe this will. 

Derek is hesitant about Stiles - “what kind of name is Stiles anyway?” - but he has to admit, the idea of being held is….kind of nice. No sex. No complications. Just someone he pays to cuddle with him for an hour every week; a simple and smooth transaction that couldn’t possibly lead to anything bad. 

The problem first starts when he sees Stiles because, in one word, he’s gorgeous. Derek is kind of annoyed he doesn’t stop being gorgeous even when he half trips in the hallway and makes a lame cuddling joke, fishing a spoon out of his back pocket and with a truly impressive eyebrow waggle says, “wanna spoon?” Derek privately wonders if Stiles brought the spoon from home, if he opens with that joke with all his new clients, or if he stole the spoon from some coffee shop on the way over, struck by sudden inspiration. Derek is kind of frustrated when he finds himself hoping it’s the second one. 

Stiles is strangely anal about his job. He treats “cuddling procedures” like it’s BDSM, or something. He asks Derek at least thirty questions, only half of which Derek is able to answer without his cheeks colouring:

“Have you ever hired a professional cuddler before?” No.

“Being a werewolf - yes, I can tell you’re a werewolf, don’t look so surprised - would you prefer I didn’t wear any odours? Body spray, cologne, that sort of thing?” Clean. Just, uh, clean is good. 

Would you like me to make a playlist for us to cuddle to? Those are very popular.” No, that’s really not necessary.

How do you feel about versatile spooning options?” Oh. I, um….could you….I mean…..would you do the…..I just want….. “No problem, big guy.”

Their first session is a little awkward and he feels downright silly handing Stiles the money after, but he has to admit, he didn’t….dislike it. In fact, three hours later, he texts Stiles to book another session. By session four, Derek has gotten over his initial embarrassment and just learns to enjoy being held. Stiles talks about a lot of things, tracing his fingers over Derek’s arms, his face, his hands: he talks about why people need contact and why it’s not stupid or something to be made fun of; he talks about Star Wars and his dad; when he finds out Derek likes history, he spends their entire eighth session talking about the Trojan War - “I know it’s not real history. I was going to try and learn about an actual war for you but I got side tracked when I found out, like, half of The Iliad is about two dudes in love. How cool is that???” He then spends an extra forty minutes talking to Derek about queer censorship in history textbooks (somehow managing to work the history of the male circumcision in there). Derek wants to tell him the session is technically over, but for some reason (he’d really rather not confront) he stays quiet and lets Stiles’ voice wash over him, before falling asleep. (He later learns when Laura tried to pay him for the over-time, Stiles had blushed furiously and told her it was on him, before running out of the apartment and muttering something about “rules”.)

Session fifteen is when Derek realises Stiles is the most important person in his life, aside from Laura and Cora. And not only that, but it’s happening again: his heart is racing and his palms are sweating, and what’s worse? He’s daydreaming. Not many people know Derek is a daydreamer. Most people think he probably just sits and broods or occupies every waking hour either working out or reading. Even Laura teases him about it. Derek, however, is a big day dreamer. His romantic day dreams have changed over the years: when he first met Paige, he imagined her at his basket ball games and what prom night might be like; with Kate, he had silly fantasies of introducing her to his family, of teaching her about the full moon and opening up about his history. Derek knows day dreaming is dangerous. At least, for him. It’s always led to bad things. But he can’t help it, even now. 

Because with Stiles it’s different. 

When he day dreams about Stiles, he imagines holding his hand and what it might be like to bury his face in his neck, knowing Stiles would already know what that means because Stiles always knows. And not in some calculating, malicious way, like Kate. It’s a though Stiles files aspects of Derek’s life away like they are facts that might come in handy for a game of trivial pursuit. He plays out silly domestic fantasies in his head where he is trying to make them pancakes and Stiles starts a food war, covering them both in flour and jam. He imagines what it might be like to have Stiles hold him after sex and tell him he’s good, that he did good; imagines hearing Stiles say, “I’ll see you at home” and texting Derek lame jokes throughout the day until he does.   

When Stiles comes over for their 15th session, he’s a mess. He’s obviously been crying and Derek can’t tell why, but he smells strongly of roses. Stiles, like Derek, is pretty skilled at hiding his feelings but the moment he goes to lie down on the bed, he breaks. Derek doesn’t think he could stop crying, even if he wanted to, and even though he knows Stiles probably doesn’t want a client - because that’s what Derek is, a client - seeing him like this, he can’t help but lie down beside him and hold out his arms. Stiles shuffles towards him without even considering it, and Derek doesn’t  care he’s getting tears and snot all over his favourite Henley because the moment he brings a hand up and soothes it up and down Stiles’ back, Stiles melts into him. Utterly trusting. He says something about his mom. 

It’s the best and most painful feeling in the world and Derek is beyond grateful that Stiles isn’t a werewolf, can’t hear how hard his heart is beating or smell the jumble of emotions coursing through him. 

They lie like that for an hour, maybe, before Stiles starts to get restless. He tries apologising, offers Derek a session on the house, but Derek barely hears him, lost. Lost in a confusing bag of mixed emotions and instead of answering Stiles, says, “let’s order pizza”. 

The pizza comes within thirty minutes, and two hours later - half way through the third Harry Potter movie - Stiles leans in and kisses him. It lasts for twelve seconds - Derek doesn’t know why he counts - and when it’s over, Stiles pulls back, eyes wide, and yells something about Derek having the last slice of pizza, before running. Derek listens to him run all the way out of the apartment block and to his Jeep, lips tingling, heart sinking. 

They don’t see each other for four months. Stiles ignores all his phone calls and after a while, Derek gives up. He doesn’t stop day dreaming, though. He takes an almost masochistic pleasure in it - maybe it’s a form of self punishment, who knows. He doesn’t care if it doesn’t count as “growth”. He day dreams to the point that he isn’t sure if Stiles is a figment of his imagination when he shows up at his door soaking wet, like the ending of some cheesy romantic comedy. Derek would laugh at the bitter-sweetness of it; that is, until Stiles’ hands are on his face and he’s talking….and talking…..and talking. Talking about rules and professionalism and “never happened to me before”. He talks until Derek finds himself smiling. He talks until Derek finds his hands shaking, and finally, finally, until he can find it in him to put a finger to Stiles’ lips. 

“Shut up.”

Stiles does.

“If I asked you to kiss me again, would you want to?” 

Stiles swallows, takes a breath. “Depends, are you going to pay me for it?”

Derek raises an eyebrow for appearance sake, says, “only in more kisses”, and then blushes furiously because cheesy flirting is not a thing he does outside of his own head. Except, apparently now it is. And he plans to do much more of it, especially if it makes Stiles laugh like that again. Just….maybe not in public. God though, he loves hearing Stiles laugh. He wants to hear it all the time. Maybe he would risk the PDA. 

“Make a deal with me?” Stiles asks, closing the space between them, mapping out both of Derek’s eyebrows with a curious finger. He smiles, like he’s figured something out about him, just from that. “Buy me a milkshake every Saturday and let me hold your stupid hand during movies and you can have all the cuddling sessions you want for free.”

Derek pretends to consider this, takes Stiles’ free hand and playfully bites down. “Sounds like a good deal,” he whispers. 

Stiles grins. “Oh, I assure you, it is.” 

ameliarose2002  asked:

To Keith: When you two are on dates, do you ever see Lance look at woman when he thinks your not looking? If so, how do you react?

( I Hope you guys like the new colouring style, this one is much faster so we’re able to get more asks out quicker!. - Toffee)

[Lineart - @anetteloli​] | [presketch/colour - @klanceforthesoul]

So this bitch...

So my Japanese friend and I were just hanging out doing some shopping in England today and some old white lady comes up to us starts spouting some racist shit. My friend sorta just looks at me like ‘what the fuck??’. This woman decides to whip out her phone real quick and get up google translate (bearing in mind, she still doesn’t know that my friend is fluent is English), types in a whole load of bullshit and presses the speaking button for the automated voice to read out what she has written. After a few minutes of listening to this, it stops and this woman looks at my friend with the most shit-eating grin as if to say ‘now what are you going to going?’. Without missing a beat, my friend steps closer to this woman and says in perfect English “Bitch, do I look Chinese to you?”. The colour literally drained from that womans’ face.

Honestly, I wish you guys could have seen her face. Like the closest I’ve found to her reaction is this:

This old woman looked like we had just stabbed her whole family right infront of her, like bitch…what did you expect?

One Week (Connor Murphy x Reader)

TW: EVEN SMUTTIER THAN THE LAST ONE, swearing, a whole lot of innuendos

Words: 1,700 ish

Disclaimer: I may edit this a tiny bit more in the future. But enjoy, kiddos!


“Oh here they come,” Alanna groaned to the rest of your friends, spotting you and Connor walking towards the lunch table. 
“Wow, and a whole new gallery of hickeys to go along with it!” Jared nodded towards the faint purple bruises on Connor’s neck. 
“Ugh, seriously, can we stop talking about this? He’s my brother. The last thing I want to think about is him… doing it,” Zoe basically cringed at her last words. She folded up her half eaten sandwich, clearly having a loss of appetite.

You and Connor sat down, smiling. Your boyfriend slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“What were you guys talking about?” You asked curiously. 
“Oh, just how you and Connor can’t keep it in your goddamn pants,” Jared snorted casually.

“I mean, I’ve never heard Y/N complain-“

Zoe groaned. “Okay, that’s all I can take. Come on, Evan, let’s go eat outside,” she stood up and the blue boy followed. His ears were pink just from listening to the conversation.

“See? Even tree-nut over there can’t be around you two,” Jared remarked.

“What the hell do you mean, Kleinman?” Connor rolled his eyes. 
“I MEAN that we all know how much you guys fuck. My god, look at you; your neck could be a Picasso sunrise!” Jared laughed in between his words. Connor’s hand shot up to his neck immediately, in attempt to hide them.

“Every time we get together, you guys always leave early to have sex,” Alanna pointed out, taking a bite of a baby carrot.

“Do not! When was the last time we did that?” You looked at Alanna with disbelief.

“Literally last week we watched Schindler’s List at my house, and you sucked Connor off in the bathroom,” Alanna stated.

Your face turned bright red. Connor’s ears changed colour like a chameleon to match.

“Who the fuck gets turned on by dead Jews? You guys are messed up,” Jared joked.

You rolled your head back and groaned. “Ugh, you guys are exaggerating! We don’t do it that often.”

Alanna and Jared bounced back and forth.

“Last week. Schindler’s List.”
“Week before that, we went to the arcade. You guys left and had sex at Y/N’s house.”

“Week before that, we all went out to eat and you guys dashed before dessert came.”

“Ok, ok! I get it. We have a lot of sex. But what’s wrong with that?” Connor let out an annoyed sigh.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, scientifically speaking, but it’s just… annoying,” Alanna concluded.

“Yeah, I bet you two couldn’t go a week without having sex.” Jared took a sip of his juice box, giving you both a judgemental glare above the rim of his glasses.

“You’re on,” you shook his hand. Connor choked on his own spit, eyes growing wide.

“Wait, babe, are you sure-”

“Quitting already, Murphy?” Jared spoke as he reached out his hands to shake yours.

Connor gulped, looking between the two of you. “Ok. Fine,” he finally sighed.

Alanna checked her watch, “ok, so this time in exactly a week, you guys cannot have ANY sexual intercourse. That includes anything in sexual nature.”

You nodded with a confident smirk on your face.

Two days have already passed, and it’s been a lot harder than you thought. You have been so used to having little quickies and long nights with Connor, that you felt… frustrated. It was almost as if your nerves were just asking to be trampled on. Even worse, Connor was getting antsy.

You were at his house, in an attempt to study. But he couldn’t sit still. He was full of energy and in a pissed off mood.

“Connor, just come sit down,” you pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

“I can’t fucking sit down. I can’t just sit, I-I need something,” he ran his hand through his long hair, pulling at the roots.

Connor had quit smoking after you two started having sex. When he smoked weed, he felt a release of stress. Then when he became intimate with you, he didn’t need that other outlet. Of course, you were over-the-moon when he told you that he had stopped smoking. And the sex wasn’t too bad either. You stood up from his bed, walking over to him and placed your hand on his arm.

“Look, I get that this is all a shitty bet made by Kleinman, but we have to prove to ourselves that this relationship is more than just sex,” you gave him an endearing look, searching his eyes.

Connor dropped his hands to his sides, nodding. “Yeah. You’re right,” he sighed softly.

The two of you were laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you remember that time, we were on a date, and you laughed so hard that soda came out of your nose?” Connor teases with a grin.

“Oh don’t remind me,” you giggled.

“I think that’s when I fell in love with you. I mean, who wouldn’t want a girl who has Dr.Pepper for snot?” He tickled your side softly.

“Ok, seriously, shut up. Remember the time you peed yourself in second grade? Yeah, don’t start shit, Murphy.” You jokingly growled back with a laugh.

The two of you continued to joke and share the odd memory or two. You reminisced on embarrassing moments, your firsts, and plans for the future. It had been so long since you two had just sat down spoke to each other. It felt… nice.

Connor must have been thinking the same thing, because when you looked to your right, he was looking right at you. There was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was the look of genuine care and love. His pupils were enlarged and his eyebrows were relaxed. His mind looked like it was put at ease with something other than physical pleasure.

As much as you hated to admit it, Jared might have actually done something useful.

-

Time wore on and your patience grew both thick and thin. A week without sex was a week full of love and frustration. You and Connor took the extra time you had to get to know each other. But your time alone was the most frustrating. 3 days into the week, he had tried to sext you. Sending you teasing messages and pictures of himself that were not-safe-for-work. By the fourth day, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. When you sat near each other, his hand would run up your leg and be hiked dangerously north. By the fifth day, Connor’s eyes were glued to your neck. He stared at the skin that resembled a blank canvas. He wanted to litter it with bruises created by his lips. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were his. And by the sixth day, you couldn’t take it anymore.

-

Connor growled as he shoved you into his room, slamming the door closed. You attacked his lips, pressing so hard that he almost lost balance. Connor yanked your jacket off of your arms, throwing it on the floor. The zipper hit the floor, making a loud noise. But you didn’t care. Every sensation that wasn’t caused by Connor – faded into white noise.

He quickly grabbed your thighs, throwing you onto his double bed. He tucked his head in your neck, biting and finally creating a piece of art that couldn’t be graded. His hands quickly moved under your shirt, grabbing onto your breasts roughly.

“God, I fucking missed these,” he breathed out messily.

“Connor, w-what about your parents? W-What about Zoe?” you whispered in between hot breaths.

His hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart roughly, slipping his torso between them. “At work. I don’t fucking care about Zoe,” he grumbled against your skin.

You tipped your head backwards, letting your boyfriend catch up on all the missed time. Every tick, emotion, or outlet he needed was now all in for your pleasure. His anger built up from the week is pushed onto his muscles: carrying out the pleasure that he dedicates to you.

Connor sat on his knees. Stripping off his shirt, he presented the pale torso that you know all-too-well. You placed your hand on the line of hair beneath his belly button. You wanted to admire his beauty, but Connor had other plans. He attached his lips to yours and the two of you continued to remove your clothes, throwing them to the side of his bedroom.

His kisses trailed down your bare body. His movements resembled a waterfall, graceful and with a plan. He got dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. Slipping under the covers, he threw your legs onto his shoulders, burying his face in your thighs. He kissed up them, his nose nuzzling into the soft skin.

“I’m so lucky. So goddamn lucky,” he murmured.

You sucked in your breath, leaning onto your elbows as you watched his every move.

Connor kissed up your legs, and placed a soft kiss to your core. You hissed in delight, mouth hanging agape. Connor licked a single stride, smirking as you squirmed beneath his touch. He alternated between his tongue and fingertips, making sure to give you his undivided attention.

“You’re such a pretty girl, so so pretty,” he murmured against your heat.

You grabbed onto his locks, throwing your head back with your eyes closed. You could feel him humming the tune to your favourite song. You felt so close to the brim and then he pulled away.

Whining, you looked at him. Usually, he would give you 2-3 orgasms a night. But he was too eager to finish what he started. Throwing open his bedside drawer, he reached for a condom and slipped it on.

“Ride me,” he spoke quickly. You nodded and straddled him. You slipped him into you and rested your forehead against his.

-

Zoe walked through the front door of her house. Her mom and dad were at work, but had texted her to ask Connor what he wanted for dinner. Running upstairs, she was already dialing the number to her favourite pizza place.

She swung his bedroom door open, “Hey Connor, what do you want for- OH DEAR GOD.”

anonymous asked:

hello just dropping by to say that your art is so wonderful and it makes the world a better place and i love it SO MUCH!!! i can't even put into words how excited i get when i see you've done something new! it's just so beautiful and delightful and you're one of my favorite people! i hope you're having a great week!

Originally posted by random-shit-reblog

omg ANON it is too early in the day for this flood of kindness Q_Q (i kid it’s almost 1PM where I am) but for real, that’s such a warm, encompassingly lovely thing to say about me lordie ;___; 

Thank you so much for looking forward to my new pieces and enjoying what I do, that legitimately means the world to me as a creator <3
Being able to evoke feelings in others whether it be warm n fuzzy or melancholy and reflective, is honestly all I aspire to do *fist clench* 

Your words keep me fired up to work hard and persevere through all the potholes that come w art blocks/feeling frustrated w my art (because honestly, no matter how long you’ve been drawing for or what your skill level is, art block and fear of stagnation can come atcha at any time)

I hope you have yourself a flippin great weekend Anon, cus you sure made mine a whole lot brighter ;u;

So you’re Spider-Boy? || Peter Parker x (f)Reader! [Part 1]

Request:hi are you guys still taking request? I loved your father Tony x daughter reader. Can you make another one where she’s his daughter and she’s like this awesome computer hacker and she was the one who found out about Spiderman? Then her and peter meet for the first time? Does that even make sense lol Thank you love you guys“ -Tumblr Anon

Title: So you’re Spider-Boy? [PART 1]
Pairing: Peter Parker x (f)Reader x Dad! Tony Stark
Word Count:
1270
Warning: Fluff, shy-stammering Peter Parker, civil war era
Creator: Alta
A/N:
Reposting/Plagiarizing is not appreciated, reblog is fine. Hope I did the request justice… I added in my own ideas e,e Also! I kinda would like to dedicated this to Shan, she legit cried because she couldn’t go to the premiere for Spider-Man :—)) so this goes out to everyone alike.


War finally came down to Tony and Steve, and honestly you weren’t surprised. But it worried you that Steve really was abandoning the Avengers for a killer that was once his old friend. And you saw how it hurt your dad, how it was affecting everyone.

Eventually, Tony had thought it through and came down to the conclusion he needed help, so formed a team. But he needed a good number to recruit, which brought you into the picture. Now, being the only child of the billionaire himself, heavens forbid you fight… Not physically anyways.

Keep reading

New Year’s Celebration(MATURE)

“I am so sorry Justin, but I really can’t make it.” Y/N spoke into her phone, trying to keep herself from laughing.

“But you promised.” Justin whined.

“I know I did and I am very sorry for cancelling the last minute, but I will try to catch a next flight tomorrow or day after.”

Justin sighed, she pictured him frowning and messing his quiet long hair. “All right, okay, fine. But try to come as soon as possible.”

“I promise I will. Love you. I wish you all the best tonight.”

“Thanks babe, love you, bye.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to hung up so she could burst out of laughter. “You know you’re a real bitch, right?” Alfredo asked joining Y/N.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and laughed some more. “This way is better. Paparazzi won’t expect me, neither will the fans. I can walk freely.”

“But don’t you feel bad, like, don’t know, he will be bummed because you’re not there to support him?”

“I thought about it, yeah, trust me this way is better. He will be happier to see me.”

Alfredo shrugged his shoulders “What do I know.”

Y/N took her phone and scrolled through instagram a little bit. Just as she was scrolling through one fans Bieber page, she got a text from Justin.

Bout to go on stage, really wish you were here.”

She decided not to respond, making it more convenient that she was busy doing, god knows what.

Few minutes later, they landed in Miami. The car was already waiting for Alfredo and Y/N. it was already 11.35 p.m. She was hoping that by the time, they arrive to Fontainebleau, it won’t be past midnight.

She wanted to celebrate new year with him, but considering the traffic, she might be late.

They arrived at 11.56 p.m. Y/N took her hills off and sprinted as fast as she could. In the distance, she could hear Justin’s voice getting louder and louder.

She bumped few people on the way, but thankfully, nobody stopped her to ask who she is. Once she reached the back stage, she gave herself a few seconds to catch a breath and put her hills back on.

That’s when she heard the countdown. “Eight, seven, six.” She fixed her hair and rushed on stage. She was hopping she looks okay. “Happy New Year.” Justin screamed into microphone.

He was about to say something when Y/N hugged him from behind, whispering into his ear. “Happy new year, babe.”

Quicker than a lighting, Justin turned around, enormous smile shining over his face. He placed his hands on her checks, pulling her into kiss.

The crowd behind them was going wild. Seemed like everybody had a great time.

“Happy new year.” He mumbled into kiss.

Once they separated from the kiss, he pulled her into a hug, placing his lips right next to her left ear. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t pull this little prank on me, baby girl. Just wait till we get to the dressing room. If we even make it to there.”

He kissed her ear and moved away, facing her with the most innocence smile. Y/N’s heart started pounding faster than ever, and she felt heat spreading all over her body. She wasn’t sure if she will be able to wait so long.  

She bit her lip, she was speechless. She wanted him, now, and not a moment later.

“Oh don’t give me those sex eyes, honey.” Justin said and turned to face the crowd.

“Give it up from my incredibly hot girlfriend everybody.” Y/N smiled and waved at the crowd.

She turned around and walked backstage, finding a good position to watch the rest of Justin’s performance.

He looked so good while he performed, and also very happy. Her eyes observed every single one of his moves. Soon she got distracted with the thoughts of Justin’s hot and wet mouth, tracing all the way from he swallowed lips to her clit.

She pushed her thighs together ease the urge she felt, just a little bit.

She was so distracted with her own dirty thoughts, that she didn’t even notice Justin’s performance being over, and him now walking towards her.

Once he was standing right in front of her, she lifted her head and bit her lip. He placed his finger under her chin and pushed her up. His eyes focused on her lips, but he didn’t make a move.

When she tried to make one, he simply backed away, meeting her gaze with a smirk playing over his lips.

“You see, you’ve been a very, very bad girl today. Teasing me with “I can’t make it” and your little outfit.” Justin got closer to Y/N, lowering his voice so only she could hear him.

“I know you want my tongue around your little tight pussy, my fingers playing with your hard nipples, my dick in your mouth. I know you want all of that baby girl, but daddy, you see, he wants to teach his little girl a lesson, yeah. Which is, never tease daddy.” Justin licked his lips, once again letting a smirk play over his lips.

Y/N sighed loudly, at that point she just wanted to push him onto the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of him, but that wasn’t possible, considering people in the room and his strength.

She simply nodded, focusing her eyes on the wall behind him with a picture that was supposed to be artwork, but all she saw was one stick and a circle. She really didn’t understand why people called that art.

“Now baby girl, I have to shower, but then we will hit the party.” Justin took her hand and the walked the same way she ran not twenty minutes ago.

As soon as they walked out of the door, she had to put her hand over her eyes, otherwise she would fall from all those flashlights.

Somehow they managed to get to the car without separating and they soon took off. Justin sat as close to Y/N as he physically could, placing his right hand on her thigh, slowly running tips of his fingers over her inner thigh.

The tension was way too much to handle, so she placed her hand on his leg moving it to his dick. She hoped he would change his mind and they would stay in his hotel room.

Justin suddenly grabbed Y/N’s hand, as it was just inches away from his dick and placed it on her leg. To punish her, he moved his hand away and moved in his seat so they weren’t touching anymore.

At that point, Y/N wanted to scream out in frustration, in the corner of her eye she could see Justin smirking before speaking.

“So how did you like my performance?” he turned his head to look at her.

She was pissed and not really in the mood to talk, she only shrugged her shoulders and simply added. “It was okay.” Turning her head towards the window.

By his voice, she could tell he wasn’t pleased with the answer. “It was okay?” He asked under the breath. “That’s all?” she didn’t respond.

If he could tease her, she could give him a silent treatment.

“So that’s how’s going to be, huh darling? All right, I’ll take it.”

From that moment on, neither of them spoke a word to each other. Even though they arrived to the hotel in less than three minutes, to Y/N it seemed like it was half an hour.

She quickly opened her door, which usually Justin does for her, but she wanted to piss him off as much as she could. Two can play this game.

She heard him mumble something under the breath but she didn’t bother to wait for him. She quickly walked towards the elevator, waiting for it to open.

Justin immediately caught up with her, placing his hand on her lower back, but just for brief five seconds. The door opened and they walked in, each standing on their side of the elevator.

They quickly walked out, reaching the room number 265. Justin unlocked it and she followed him in. she threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes.

She could feel Justin’s look all over her body and when she hoped that he would change his mind, he walked into the bathroom.

She groaned and took her phone out. She opened snapchat and tried out which new idiotic filters where there. After she posted few selfies, she saw she had a missed call from her mother, so she rang her.

“Happy new year, honey.” Her mother yelled into phone. Y/N could tell she was a bit tipsy.

“Happy new year, mom. Having fun in LA?”

“Oh it’s great here. There’s a lot of young hot boys here.” Y/N could hear her father in the distance yelling something at her. “Whatever Y/F/N” She simply yelled.

At that point Justin walked out of bathroom, his hair messy and a towel wrapped around his waist. Y/N sat up and ran her eyes all over his body, scanning him, from his head to his tiptoes.

“So are you two having fun?” Y/M/N voice shook her from her daydream. “Mhm” Y/N mumbled into the phone.

“We’re just about to head to the party.”

“Well tell Justin hi and have a good time. P.S. it’s time for me to become grandma.”

“Y/M/N” Y/n’s father yelled and Y/N just chuckled.

“All right mom, have fun. Love you.”

Y/N hung up and look in Justin’s direction. He was now fully dressed, wearing a hat, black shirt, same colour jacket and white shorts.

“Ready?” he simply asked.

“Mom said hi.” He nod and started walking out.

He let Y/N go first and placed his hand on her lower back. This time the ride down wasn’t so unpleasant and soon they were at the party.

They separated very quickly, Y/N headed to the bar, ordering herself a strong Martini, while Justin went somewhere, only god know where.

“What is a girl like you doing alone on New Year?” a deep voice asked Y/n and she slowly rotated herself to face a very good looking guy.

He was tall, bit taller than Justin, black hair with bluest eyes Y/N has ever seen. She shyly smiled at him.

“Well I lost my boyfriend somewhere.” Y/N simply answered, hoping that will send him away.

But he didn’t seem to recognise what she said, rather he showed at the chair next to her, and she just nodded. A little company won’t hurt, she was getting bored anyway.

“I am Tony”

“Y/N. Nice to meet ya.”

“Oh trust me pleasure is all mine.” She smiled at his flirtatious comment and carried on. They talked for solid fifteen minutes, he made he laugh so much, her stomach actually started to hurt.

She felt familiar hand on her back. “Hi I am Justin. The boyfriend.” Justin offered his hand to Tony. His face was cold as ice, and Y/n knew he was beyond pissed and jealous.

“So you’re the one that leave this fine lady, all alone. Damn bro, you should keep a close eye on that masterpiece.” Tony said shaking his hand.

Y/n felt Justin’s grip getting tighter after Tony’s comment. She could tell his ego was hurt, and she was hoping he would just bit his tongue and let go. But she knew Justin.

“You might wanna watch your mouth, this is my girlfriend you’re talking to.”

“Hey man, I’ve said nothing bad about your girlfriend.” Tony lifted his hands up, clearly showing he wants no trouble.

“Tony it was nice meeting you, but I think you should leave now. Thanks for the company, I appreciate it.” Y/N said.

Tony nodded and smiled, then walked away. Y/N exactly knew what was following, and honestly she wasn’t in the mood for it.

“So I let you off for five minutes and you already find a new guy?”

She turned her head to face him, with the most annoyed facial expression she could make. “Don’t you even dare to start anything. He was at least making me company, unlike someone here.”

“So you wanna fuck him?” Justin asked arrogantly.  

“Fuck off Justin, go back to those bitches that you were with all this time. You ain’t gonna ruin this night for me.” Y/N said and walked away.

“Where you going?” Justin asked walking behind her.

“Somewhere where no one is going to bother me.”

“Y/N where the fuck are you going? Answer me.” Justin raised his voice. She turned on her tiptoes, lifting her hand to slap him, but she stopped herself just in time.

“Go on, slap me. Go on, do it.” he provoked her, stepping closer to her. Y/N rolled her eyes, groaned and started walking towards his room.

“So you’re just gonna walk away?”

“What do you want Justin? There is no more that needs to be said or discussed.”

“Oh yes there is.”

She picked her pace and walked even faster. Soon she was in front of his room door, waiting for him to unlock them, but he didn’t seem to hurry anywhere.

“And what would we need to discuss anymore?”

“You giving that guy sex eyes.” Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. All night he keeps teasing her, she is about to explode and now he gives her his jealous attitude.

It was kinda sexy, but all she wanted was to cum, not fight. So she pulled him closer, grabbing his jacked and connecting their lips.

He pushed her against the doors, one hand placing on her side, while unlocking the door with other. He pushed her inside, closing the door with his leg.

He moved away from kiss and took his jacket off. Y/N placed her hand around the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He observed her while her hands traced up and how his chest.

He moved his hands on her back, unzipping her dress, letting it hit the floor and revealing her naked body. “You are so beautiful.”  Y/N felt her cheeks burning up.

Justin pushed Y/N onto bed and climbed over here. He connected their lips once again, while placing his hand over her clit, making little circles around it.

Y/N moaned into the kiss. “So wet.” Justin mumbled into kiss, pushing his tree finger into her. She groaned from sudden pleasure.

Justin moved his lips to her hard nipples, nibbling on each. She pushed her head deeper into the pillow, digging her nails into silky sheets.

He stick his tongue out and slowly traced it all the way to her pussy. He placed few kisses around her entrance, before connecting his lips with her clit.

Y/N screamed out in pleasure, shutting her eyes and enjoying the moment. She pushed her hips higher, but he placed his strong hand on her sides and held her down.

He hummed into her entrance, which only send shiver all over her body.

Suddenly he got up and she whined at the feeling of emptiness. He took his shorts off, exposing his grown length.

He took his dick in his hand and simply demanded. “Suck.”

Y/N got up and quickly took his dick into her mouth, never leaving his gaze. His mouth fell open, little ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.

She sucked slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip, but Justin grabbed her hair and moved her head faster and rougher.

She knew he was close, so he pulled her away, pulling her up for a rough kiss.

Y/N pushed Justin onto bed, she placed her legs on each side and took his dick into her hands and placed it in front of her entrance. She slowly pushed herself down, adjusting his length inside her.

She placed her hands onto his chest and started moving her hips in a circle. He griped her sides, groaning.

“Keep doing that, baby girl.”

Y/N slowly started to bounce her hips up and down, eventually picking up the pace. Their moans were getting lost in hot, steamy air that their bodies produced.

Justin’s eyes focused on her bouncing boobs, moving his hands to cup them, giving them a good squeeze. Y/N moaned loudly.

“You are so fucking hot, you know that, right?”

Justin got up, placing his hands on her back, taking her breast in her mouth, nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Sucking around her nipples, making sure to leave deep, purple marks, only visible to him.

Y/N felt her stomach clenching, her thighs started shaking. She was so close.

“Mhm, s-so cl-o-o-se. Please le-t me c-u-um.” Y/N said quietly, in between thrusts.

“Oh you wanna cum, baby girl? I don’t think so.” Justin picked her up and turned around, hovering her. He pulled his dick out, only to slam into her with his full rage.

Y/N screamed his name, almost cumming, but somehow managing to hold it back. With each thrust it became harder and harder for her to hold back. Because with every thrust he managed to hit her g-spot.

“Please, Justin” Y/N cried out.

“What? What do you want?” Justin demanded.

“Please let me cum.”

“I don’t know Y/N, only good girls get to cum, but you were a very, very bad girl today.”

Y/N moaned loudly, she knew that if she won’t cum in next thirty seconds, she will explode.

“But I think you have learned your lesson. Cum baby girl, cum hard.”

Her orgasm hit the climax, Y/N’s eyes rolled, her back arched, and she digged her nails into his muscles. She screamed his name as loud as she could, feeling like her lounges will leave her body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come.”

He rid of her orgasm as his was close, his thrust became sloppier, harder and deeper. He groaned her name loudly, emptying himself into her.

Justin collapsed next to Y/N, both trying to calm down their breathing.

What if there’s an alien species that has loads more sexual dimorphism than humans do? Their makes and females are different colours to each other, different sizes, different shapes— they basically look like two different species.


Then they come to Earth and hear about all the fuss we tend to make about gender and how sexist we can be and are just super confused— “wait, what? I didn’t even know you guys *had* different genders! You all just look the same!”

BEHAVE

SUMMARY - With Steve on a mission and Bucky in a meeting , you decide to have a little fun sexting. Things get dirty when Bucky comes back from the meeting . 

WARNINGS- daddy kink .SMUT , NSFW GIF , oral (MR , FR), phone sex 

WORDS - 3k+

A/N - This was completely Taw @supersoldierslover idea . Thank you so much . You know I love you .And I am so fucking happy that you liked it . If any warnings should be added pls send me an ask . I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable.


[ insert Steve and Bucky image , since my stupid wifi wasn’t uploading a pic]

Walking around the tower , eating biscuits , listening to music , talking to few of the agents , you spend the last hour waiting for Bucky to come back from the meeting .

2 WEEKS . Two weeks since Bucky and Steve were sent on different missions . Two weeks since you had seen either of them . Two weeks since you had touched yourself . Two weeks since you were properly fucked . Two weeks filled with burning desire to be filled , and to orgasm . But you still remember the last words uttered by your boyfriends before leaving for their mission .

“No touching . Okay baby doll . Behave and you will be rewarded .”

There was no way they’d know if you did pleasure yourself , but you wanted to behave . You knew if you refrained until the time they came , you’d cum harder than ever .

But now Bucky was back home in the tower , but you couldn’t do anything . The meeting was sure to last another hour . So you decided to have a little fun of yours .

You went back to the room , put on your sexy matching lingerie that you knew both of them liked .

It was pink in colour . They liked it because you looks sexy and innocent at the same time.

You stood in front of the mirror admiring the way it looked .Picking up the phone in your left hand , your right hand under your panties , you clicked a picture and send it to the group chat that you guys created for the three of you . A little teasing wouldn’t hurt .

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“Sonny’s Day Off”, an Uptown Funk/In the Heights Rotoscope

ahhhhhh it’s finally done!! the beast is conquered! i can doodle once more! i hope you guys like it, i’ve been doing this since november,, and now i’m looking forward to spending this week doing requests :)

monster factory episodes summed up in a single line
  • dark souls 2: SQUIRTLE GOD WHYYYYYYYYYYY?
  • skyrim: And he does have a reason to hate Mondays.
  • the sims 4: I don't know why you're looking for a mom when you could be looking for a third dad.
  • fallout 3: What even in the world do you think you're DOING, Fallout?!
  • wwe 2k14: Welcome to the ring, America’s burden. Our grim legacy. God’s favorite mistake.
  • mass effect 2: It's a gachapon, only it's a guy's face.
  • ark survival evolved: Take a T. rex bite out of crime!
  • second life: Second Life, you shouldn't let me do this! Ethically!
  • bloodborne: Whoa, hey, some of these aren't colours...
  • oblivion: setactorfullname "A Dead Person"
  • fallout 4: I do a lot of bad shit today.
  • black desert online: The thing is... he looks just like Bart.
  • dragon's dogma: Swear fealty to me and I will only throw you a little. Just kidding.
  • blade & soul: I don't know why you are self-sabotaging like this right now.
  • dark souls: I don't know, man, you'd have to take it up with the Arby's witch.
  • wwe 2k16: Yeah, that's what I look like.
  • dark souls 3: That man is gonna be mad at me forever.
  • second life, second chances: What's up everyone, I think dogs should vote!
  • soul caliber 5: But how underrepresented are furries in fighting games?
  • tiger woods 08: Did not golf. Failed to golf.
  • saints row the 3rd: I'm gonna Dairy Queen these guys out of the fucking sky!
  • spore: Hey, someone come fuck this!
  • wii sports resort: Dick Cheney, your reign ends here!
  • champions online: This is the fucking dude of the century. I can't even process everything that's going on here.
  • conan exiles: You gained a level of comfort with your own body!
  • dragon age inquisition: We've easily tripled the amount of grease we're getting off this grandma.
  • monster mania: Sometimes your arms are simply too short to box with God.
  • sweeps week: Was it worth it, Todd? What you did to my family for ratings?
  • super mario bros maker: Oh, no, I don't like having this power over this brother!
  • final fantasy 15: Look at this cool shit. That's pretty fucking cool though.
Is It Okay?

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Mixed Race!Reader, Steve, and Tony
Warnings: Angst, talk of 40’s culture and treatment towards POC, nothing much this is mostly fluff
Summary: Bucky’s mind is still in the 1940’s so when he sees a girl of colour who he likes, he’s frazzled on whether he should ask her out on a date or not. What would people think? He turns to Steve for advice.
Word Count: 1390

A/N: I DON’T MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE, THIS WAS A REQUEST AND IF YOU WANT IT TAKEN DOWN PLEASE DON’T HESITATE TO ASK ME TO DO IT! I LOVE YOU GUYS AND I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY <3 <3 <3

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you and me and this joy of ours

Summary: “Hey now,” says Peter. “We may be totally in over our heads, here, but we’re not alone. We got – we got Drax, and Groot – he’ll be great with a baby, I know he will – and Rocket, mostly sort of, and, uh, Mantis and – is your sister gonna drop by soon?”

“Peter.”

“Listen,” he says. “Gamora, listen – we’ll just … if everything else goes to shit, at least it’ll know that we love it. Okay?”

i think we all know by this point that im incapable of getting excited about any sort of media content without inevitably writing absurdly-long kidfic for it (as it is it’s almost 50 pages long and there are DELETED SCENES), so let’s skip past the pleasantries & get to business!!!! the general disclaimer is that if u are uncomfortable with a five year old child existing in the general vulgarity & craziness that is the gotg canon environment, then u probably should not read this fic. that being said, i promise that this kid is well-cared-for and very very loved, despite being raised in a bit of an … unorthodox situation? and i think that was my whole motivation to write this, too – to a) explore a reality where the least conventional parenting u’ve ever seen isn’t necessarily unsuccessful or harmful, and b) explore further gotg’s surprisingly insightful threads of breaking the cycle of abuse, bc once the cycle is broken it doesnt necessarily mean that there isnt still going to be lots of emotional baggage and confusion, even after years of healing. ofc, gotg is a very un-serious light-hearted franchise despite all its kinda depressing content – seriously, dudes, almost every single character in this crew has either been abused as a child or suffered some kind of intense trauma or both, lord above james gunn – BUT. the light tone and silliness allows for an exploration of these ideas without things getting too upsetting or dark, and hopefully that’s worked out here! finally, huge thanks to @taxicabsandcupcakes for giving me SO much helpful feedback, and to @spideys-underoos for being there at the beginning of it all. enjoy!

“D’you think the sky has feelings?”

There’s not that long of a pause before Uncle Drax answers, looking up at the clear glass dome above their heads with her.

“I was not aware,” he says seriously, in that funny deep voice of his, “that the sky was a sentient entity. It would be greatly amusing to meet it in person.”

Meredith gasps, looking down at him with eyes so wide that she thinks they just might pop right out of her head.

“You mean the sky’s a person?” The awe in Meredith’s voice is very real, and she lets go of his shoulder and smacks her palms against her cheeks, like she once saw a lady do on Knowhere after some guy barfed in her lap.

Meredith didn’t know that personhood is a thing you needed to have feelings. She just figured that when the sky turns all sorts of funky colours, it must mean something, like feelings, ‘cause Daddy’ll say stuff like, “You’re lookin’ a bit blue,” to her whenever she’s upset, like if her favorite handmade ragdoll that Groot gifted her named Sally doesn’t want to play pretend because it’s a half-moon cycle.

The sky, probably, has the same sort of difficulties, only it must be all the time on Xandar, ‘cause it’s usually blue here.

Right now, though, it’s pink.

Meredith has to make contact, to test her theory.

“Is that not what you just said?” says Uncle Drax, creasing his cool red eyebrows.

“I dunno,” says Meredith, tapping her chin importantly with her finger and squinting upwards at the object of her musings. Uncle Drax makes a funny noise, like he just swallowed a bug, and Meredith has the good grace to look sheepish. Try to make more sense than Daddy does when you talk, is the generally-accepted rule aboard the Milano.

Daddy tells her that the whole family’s a bunch of traitors and jerks, but he’s grinning as he says it, so Meredith isn’t sure what he means.

That, probably, is Uncle Drax’s point.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I saw the prompt request and thought of maybe an AU where Laurent and Damen are both Art majors in university, but Laurent is a classical painter and Damen is a sculptor who is very adamant on having Laurent model for his project. Laurent is not impressed but is still secretly amused.

“Surely,” Laurent says, “you can find someone else.”

“I want you,” Damen says.

“Why?”

Laurent waits for some kind of stammered comment about his looks; maybe Damen will be very original and invoke someone other than Botticelli. Laurent spent enough time staring into mirrors during self-portraiture class to know exactly what he looks like. This is not the first, second, or fifth time he has been approached about modeling.

“Your charming personality, of course,” says Damen dryly.

Laurent gives him a flat look.

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Archie x Reader: Love And Other Drugs

Warnings: bad drugs n bad boys (with a good archie)
Requested: yes

A/N: This sounds like a total bad thing but this imagine is v fluffy I promise

*Your POV*

“Betty, should I wear the red shirt or the blue shirt?” Tonight was the big end-of-summer party and I felt like it was my night to finally get with Archie Andrews. Archie and I have been flirting all summer and it was clear that he had feelings for me like I had for him, but neither of us had said anything. I thought that since Archie would be at the party tonight I could go for it, and if it didn’t work out, I could say it was the liquor talking.

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Makeup Voiceover;Ten

Request: OML I LOVED YOUR BOYFRIEND DOES MY VOICEOVER CHALLENGE WITH JAEHYUN 😍😍😍😍 if you do one for ten I will love you forever ❤️❤️❤️❤️

  • okay first of all
  • 📣📣 I MISS TEN 📣📣
  • and im sure we all do
  • so i’ll try my best to feed you all with this post
  • and i hope it’s good enough
  • let’s go

  • so you and him have a youtube channel together

  • you all take turns to upload videos every week
  • most of the time you film makeup tutorials, hauls & anything related to fashion/beauty
  • while for ten he films dance covers/tutorials, vlogs & reaction videos
  • on weekends the both of you try to film videos of just the both of you, be it vlogs, q&a’s or challenges
  • your subscribers love the both of you very much!!!
  • and they always mention how cute the both of you are because the way the both of you stare at each other lovingly in videos make their hearts melt
  • which is why they asked & suggested ten to do this challenge
  • because always in vlogs ten would always film his reaction of staring at you preparing your makeup before yall head out
  • and his eyes are all 😍
  • with a small sweet smile on his face
  • and after days of contemplating he finally agreed
  • and both of you were excited because yall had never done a challenge like that before
  • throughout the whole process while you were filming the makeup video,
  • ten had purposely entered the room to interrupt
  • be it making weird noises, singing songs or just randomly waving at the camera
  • which caused you to lock him out eventually
  • after what seemed like hours to ten you were finally done
  • and you were met with an excited small little boy entering the room to record the voiceover as soon as you were done
  • setting up everything he clicks play
  • “today’s video is very different!!!”
  • “we’re-or i, will be doing the makeup voiceover challenge”
  • “i swear so many people suggested this our whole comment section was filled with this”
  • “okay enough of talking, let’s start”
  • “so here we have a bare and natural faced Y/N, such a beauty wOW”
  • “she’s clipping up her hair first oh”
  • “first step!!”
  • “foundation”
  • “she’s taking out this silicon transparent thingy- IT’S REALLY FUN TO SQUISH GUYS”
  • “she told me the name of it once but i forgot”
  • “-she’s using the foundation from Clinique”
  • “oh it says on the bottle that it’s a concealer too, how cool!!”
  • “oh she’s squeezing it on the silicon thingy”
  • “dab dab dab haha”
  • “and blend it out evenly”
  • “oh babe’s skin looks lighter now”
  • “-just saying i love your natural skin more but oh well, still beautiful”
  • “oh i think that was my voice”
  • “i thought she’d cut it out but i guess she didn’t, rate my singing guys!! Y/N’s says it’s annoying”
  • “sINCE WHEN, I DIDN’T”
  • imitates you “go away babe you’re so annoying”
  • “it was a joke”
  • “i know, i love you”
  • “okay sorry for that, but moving on!”
  • “she taking out a pencil?”
  • “what is it for..”
  • “ahhh eyebrows!”
  • “it’s from nyx cosmetics”
  • “she’s starting to draw it”
  • “look how concentrated she is, how cute”
  • “anyways while we wait for her to finish drawing her brows-”
  • “look at the mirror she’s holding!!”
  • “it was the first gift i ever got for her, isn’t it cute how she still keeps it oh my”
  • “and… she’s done!!”
  • “wow on fleek babe”
  • “i think she’s doing her eyes next!”
  • “just look at those eyes wow”
  • “she taking out a palette”
  • “the uh… maybelline’s uh.. ‘24karat nudes’? one”
  • “wow such a long name but-”
  • “she’s using the light brown shade”
  • “applying gently on her eyelids”
  • “what was that-”
  • “oh sorry it was me again, just me saying hi”
  • “i couldn’t help myself i’m sorry hehe”
  • “look at her giggling at me omg”
  • “i love this angel-”
  • “but,, she’s done with her eyeshadow!”
  • “she taking out another stick like thing”
  • “it’s a mascara!”
  • “it’s from l'oreal- the name’s too long again but-”
  • “oh this is cool, it makes your lashes longer??”
  • “woah look her eyes now, extremely gorgeous!!!”
  • “okay i think she’s done with her eyes”
  • “cheeks now”
  • “-the place where i love giving kisses the most”
  • “why’d you say that out omg”
  • “i mean… it’s not like they haven’t seen us kiss on camera before..”
  • suddenly attacks you with a kiss
  • “hehe nothing happened guys”
  • “but i think she’s doing her highlight?”
  • “making her look more stunning like always but”
  • “she’s using the one frok stila!”
  • “it’s so shiny wow”
  • “using a brush she’s just applying it on her cheekbones, forehead and bridge of the nose”
  • “blend blend blend”
  • “and viola,, babe’s shining under the light!!”
  • “we’re not done with blush yet why is she blushing-”
  • “- and laughing”
  • “okay, must be me again- i was dancing and making funny faces to distract her so”
  • “her laughing’s so adorable though”
  • “okay she’s cooled down”
  • “she chased me out of the room after that-”
  • “oh she’s really not applying blush??”
  • “thank me”
  • “last but not least, her lips!!”
  • “she’s holding up the one from too faced, in a matte pink colour”
  • “it’s so watery woah”
  • “apply it really carefully”
  • “HAHA look she drew it out of her lips but it’s okay, still cute”
  • “oops she realised it and cleaned it up aw”
  • “and…. she’s done!!”
  • “she looks like a model now wow”
  • “why aren’t you on a magazine babe”
  • “so gorgeous”
  • “guys my girlfriend never fails to impress, right?”
  • “maybe she should take over the whole channel-”
  • “i’m talking so much today!!”
  • “but this was really fun to do and extremely amazing too”
  • “don’t forget to show Y/N love by commenting and viewing her videos!”
  • “but of course, not forgetting mine too-”
  • “a new video will be up soon so do subscribe, like and comment, we love you all!!”
  • once he’s done recording he has this proud look on his face
  • with the sweetest smile
  • “i did it babe hehe”
  • then he suddenly jumps up and laughs to himself
  • and when you ask him why
  • “omg babe maybe you should do a voiceover for my dance tutorial next time too”
Peter Parker - Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man

heey!! so i had alot of fun writing this and it wasnt requested but i would love it if you guys put in requests. i was thinking a possible part two about your story with peter!!!

requests are open:))

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i know walking the dark new york streets at night wasn’t the best idea but sometimes you just really want gummy worms. so here i was at one in the morning regretting my decision to come to the corner store that’s about six blocks away.

i squeezed my gummy worm package tight wishing i was laying in bed watching tv. every time i heard the slightest noise i would flinch, walking past alleys i would pick up my pass in fear of someone jumping out at me.

i was almost home. almost. i was making my way past one of the many alleys when i heard voices. they were speaking to eachother, not loud but not quietly either. i pulled up my hood and tried to hide behind it hoping to go unnoticed. i thought i was successful.

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One of Those Nights:  A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

So this is based on the song One of Those Nights by The Cab, which is really awesome if you don’t know it. Hope it’s okay for you guys x 

I’ve been let loose and now I’m crawling up the walls

Word is I got away and now I must be caught

The first thing you felt at hearing that Kol Mikaelson was on the loose was fear. Pure, irrational, or maybe rational, fear. 

Why? Because you knew he’d be looking for you. And when he found you, you didn’t know whether he’d kiss you or kill you. 

After all, you had abandoned him in his time of need. You’d abandoned him when his brother had taken that diamond from him, and you’d watched as Klaus plunged that dagger into his heart, making no effort to save him from what would become a slumber of almost a century. 

You knew he’d been back for almost a week now. But there was silence. No calls, no letters, no knocks at the door. 

It was driving you crazy. 

And then the invitation arrived.

Don’t leave
Take it from me, I’ll be more than a King
(I can’t take that, I can’t take that)


“What’s that?” Caroline pulled at the card buried between piles of books. You’d become friends with her during the year you’d spent in Mystic Falls, living with the Salvatore brothers who had become your companions after you’d almost killed Stefan back in 1945. 

“Oh that? That’s nothing.”

“That’s an invitation to the Mikaelson ball. And it has your name on it, Y/N.”

“So? Everyone in town’s invited. It’s not a big deal,” you shrugged off the fact that the invite had your name scripted on it, in fine, elegant handwriting that you recognised as Elijah’s. When you’d seen it, your heart had hurt immensely, remembering that not only had you left the man you loved,the man who had promised you the world and made you feel like royalty, you had left good friends behind in doing so. 

“No-one gets an invitation as personal as this, Y/N,” Caroline stopped, her eyes widening as realisation dawned on her, “Wait, do you know them? Wait, did one of them turn you? No, no, let me guess. Klaus? It was Klaus wasn’t it? Or maybe Elijah, you’re both civilised like that-”

“It wasn’t Klaus or Elijah, Caroline,” you sighed, accepting that you just had to tell her the truth. 

“It was Kol.”

I’m going crazy and I’ve been awake for days
My mirrors are stained with painted portraits of your face

Kol Mikaelson was currently lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was a bed he felt was half empty, and whenever he slept in it, he couldn’t help but picture the figure that should have been beside him, his arms wrapped around her waist, her hair tickling his skin. 

Y/N was all he saw when he closed his eyes at night. She was both a dream and nightmare rolled into one. 

He should have been pissed. He should have wanted to rip her throat out. He should have wanted to make her suffer. 

But he didn’t. 

In fact, for the first time in his life, Kol Mikaelson was scared of seeing her. He knew she was in Mystic Falls, and he knew that Elijah had given her an invite to the ball later that night behind his back. 

And he was scared of what would happen if she actually turned up.

Don’t Leave
Take it from me, you’re my dirty disease
(I can’t take that, I can’t take that)

Buttoning up his shirt, and fixing his tie, Kol allowed his mind to wander for a brief moment. 

He thought back to the day he first saw her, the way she had smiled at him from across the hall, her eyes sparkling as they met his. She’d giggled when he grinned back, giving her a wink, and he remembered how he’d fallen head over heels in love with that teenage innocence that was so common among women in the 16th century. 

He’d bought her a dress a few days later, well, more like compelled one from some spoiled brat who wouldn’t stop fawning over him. She’d worn it for their first dance later that evening. 

“I see you like the dress I got you.”

“Indeed, how did you know this is my favourite colour?”

He had smirked. 

“Intuition.”

My flat line inhibition
Is my ammunition
I’m just fighting to get by

Just spit me some direction
I’ll be your infection
How could you leave me behind?

Caroline was going through your wardrobe, which you had reluctantly let her do after she told you she would have your back at the Mikaelson ball. 

The closet itself was full of four hundred years worth of dresses, some you had bought yourself, some you had borrowed from Rebekah and never given back, and some that Kol had given to you as presents. His way of showing his undying love for you, apparently. 

Undying love that was probably now dead. 

“This one’s perfect. What do you think?”

You looked up at the dress Caroline was holding, your heart sinking. She had to pick that one. 

You looked at it, admiring the fabric and the colour in the same way you had the first time you had seen it sprawled across your bed all those years ago. A small note had been beside it, that you had read with glee, not knowing it would spark four hundred years of passion. 

Wear this tonight and save me a dance - KM

“I don’t know, Car. Maybe another one?”

“Don’t be like that. Come on, you’ll look amazing. So many guys will want to dance with you that Kol won’t have a chance to even talk to you. It’ll drive him mad. Consider it your ammo.”

Sighing, you took the dress from her. Her plan did make sense. 

Only, you weren’t so sure if you wanted it to go ahead.

I’m a mess and you’re worse
Just give me time to give you a waste of time

One of those nights
When you leave me for no reason
I’ll give you a reason

Kol was standing on the staircase, listening to the speeches both his mother and his brothers had prepared, feigning interest. 

There had been no sign of Y/N, and part of him was relieved. The other part was distraught, and was trying not to lash out by killing someone on the stairs. 

If he was a mess, he could only imagine what state she was in. He knew her better than anyone, and he knew that the arrival of the invite would have made her nervous. He’d always been the one to comfort her in times like these, but that was difficult when he was the one she was scared of. 

And then he saw her. 

She had the blonde girl that Klaus was interested in by her side, and she looked stunning. The first thing he noticed was the colour of her eyes, the same shade that enhanced his dreams. And then his eyes fell on the dress. 

It still suited her perfectly, and like always, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

She looked up to see him, fear lacing her eyes. So Kol did the only thing he could, the thing that always reassured her. 

He smiled. And he was surprised to see her smile back at him. 

So he took it one step further. 

“I know you can hear me,” he mumbled. 

“I can.”

He hadn’t realised how much he’d missed the sound of her voice until she spoke. The familiar lilt in it drove him insane, and it was taking all of his willpower not to grab her and take her to his bedroom. 

“Are you going to kill me, Kol Mikaelson?”

“No.”

“No? I left you when you needed me, you have every right to.”

He smiled again, embracing her naivety that had made him laugh throughout the centuries. 

“Why would I want to kill the girl I love?”

He watched as her face transformed from wrinkles of confusion to a relieved smile. 

“You love me, huh?”

“Always have.”

“Well, for the record, I kind of love you too.”

Their eyes once again found each others, and the past century was erased in an instant. Kol felt his heart beating faster as she bit her bottom lip, knowing that she was well aware of what it did to him. 

“Nice dress,” he mumbled back to her, the speeches still continuing.

“Thanks. Found it in the back of the closet.”

He suppressed the urge to laugh at her sarcasm, knowing that his family would not be pleased at the interruption. So instead, he said four simple words. 

“Save me a dance.”

Masterlist

anonymous asked:

how do you come up with all the character designs??

To be completely honest, anon, I never follow a specific method when I draw character designs. Sometimes they’re done at completely random with no particular thought, and sometimes they’re done with specific characters in mind. But! With that said, I do have certain keys that I tend to follow.

The main key is to keep things interesting. But that’s more simple than said. What makes a character look interesting? What makes them stand out?

I’ll try to demonstrate my thought process as well as I can.

The first thing to keep in mind is to remember that your first design, even the finished version, is nothing more than a concept. Yes, even when it’s all done and you think it looks perfect, remind yourself that it’s not. Time will pass, and you will make adjustments at some point. Sometimes, it’ll be a complete redesign, and sometimes, it’s just a small detail. Either way, it’s important to remember that the design you end up with is, in fact, not the end result.

To some people it might help to draw out really quick scribbles of random designs to see which one speaks to you the most. I highly recommend this, and I’ve done this a lot! Again, my methods vary depending on mood or situation. From beginners to professionals, the scribble method works just as well. Here’s an example of some concept art of Dorian from Dragon Age Inquisition.

As you can tell, the artist tried out several looks on a model before settling with a design they liked. (Sighs… Teach me your ways, bioware…)

Some prefer to draw a model that they can draw the clothes on, some go completely wild, which is also perfectly fine, draw the “scribbles” in whichever way suits you, as shown here and here — just remember to keep it quick and simple; save the details for the design you end up liking the most!

  • (With that said, I want to mention that this tutorial will be more focusing on the design parts than the character appearance, because i feel like faces and bodies deserves it’s own tutorial (it’d be all too much for one post).)

Okay, let’s start designing. For the sake of demonstration, I’ll use two different ways of thinking and genres. On the left, I’ll draw a more ‘random’ design, going more on impulse rather than thinking of a certain character. The only thing I have in mind is that I want the genre to be Sci-Fi, so let’s call her that. On the right, I’ll try to keep a character in mind, with the genre being Fantasy for comparison to Sci-Fi, so let’s name him Fantasy. Remember, if you do have a certain character in mind, creating a character becomes much more complex, but more interesting. (In my opinion). You need to remember that what they do and who they are will, and must, show in their design in some way. Unless, of course, it’s purposely done the opposite, in which case you have to be even more careful. Remember, every detail will say something about them! For example, say a character loathes makeup. Why would they be wearing it? Unless you have a really good explanation, don’t draw them with makeup. Basic logic, and it would fit their character. (Note: NOT an excuse, if you do something just to ‘prove’ it to basic logic, then it’s an excuse. If it’s done intentionally and with good reasoning, then it will not come off as unwise.)

Back to the designs — I wanted to keep it fairly plain for the sake of easier explanation. Perhaps minor characters, or perhaps purposely down-played for the sake of character image. I wanted to give Sci-Fi a nice, strapless and form-fitting dress, I wanted her to look sweet, and I wanted Fantasy to be kind of creepy, eyes-on-you kind of guy, not someone who’s too fancy, but not lacking in money either since he knows his way around things. The way he rubs his fingers makes him seem kinda eager for something.

Does the designs I drew above translate any of this at all? As I can imagine you guessed: no, it does not. It just looks like Anyonewearing Clothes™ with hair doesn’t say much, either.  ™.

Perhaps if we add colour…

Colour theory will be a different tutorials altogether, but I’ll cover the basics. As you can see, these colours do not flatter each other, and it does not make the clothes look any more interesting. For Sci-Fi, I wanted her clothes to be cute and colourful, but she only ended up looking like I’ve dropped the basic colours of MS Paint on her. The reason why that is is because the hues do not differ from each other. If i were to make the drawing in grayscale, you would see little to no contrast difference between the colours. Even when you’re going for a certain palette, such as pastel, you must make sure that the contrast and hues are complementary. Only, only break this rule if you know about this rule already and have practiced it. You must learn the rules before bending them. Patience is key. You will learn to do your own method with time, but being ignorant and oblivious is poison if you want to improve. Don’t be afraid to matching darker colours with lighter ones, and don’t be afraid to play around with the hues. (For example, making the skirt more red than magenta, etc.)

Now, for Fantasy, I wanted him to seem like the guy who could afford expensive dyes, but he wouldn’t bathe in them (but he probably wants to). I wanted a vibrant red to show that knowing that red can be an aggressive or passionate colour, and is often also associated with danger or sex. Perhaps he has a violent nature, maybe he’s really passionate about something, or perhaps, he really loves to sleep with people. Judging by his body language and expression, some of those traits certainly seem to suit him. The colour most vibrant, the one to stick out the most, is the colour that will say the most about the characters. Secondary colours is just as important, too. The colours chosen, however? It makes him look like a badly decorated christmas tree. The problem is, like Sci-Fi, the lack of contrast and hue (you can barely tell the difference between the boots and the pants). Not only that, but also uncomplimentary colours. Green and red are two completely different colours, as is the case with many other colours. To make them more appealing to the eye, you need to adjust the contrasts between them, making one darker or lighter, and you also need to tone down the vibrance. Since I wanted red to be the primary colour, the vibrancy turned down would be the green colour, etc.

Now, the first step to making the design a bit more interesting is to look up references. I know, not too fun, but you can make it so. I highly recommend getting Pureref for this. While you can have your own design in mind, your own ideas, it always helps to look up references of pictures that inspire you. You’ll find things you would likely never have thought about on your own. The ideas with both Sci-Fi and Fantasy remains the same, but the tweaks made made them already more unique and stand out, and you’re starting to really see the look that you were going for. For Sci-Fi, I kept the strapless look, I even made the skirt form-fitting, and I even kept her boots. The difference was the silhouette. Don’t be afraid to go bold with your designs and shapes! Make them stand out! Chances are they aren’t as bold as you think. Yes, it’s the uncomfortable ‘go outside your comfort zone’ method. Trust me, after a while it won’t be uncomfortable. You’ll just have to believe in yourself and what you’re drawing. If you want to make unique characters, you need to think unique. You might have personally wanted to wear what Sci-Fi wore before, but she is, after all, not you. Even if Sci-fi is a more random design, you are drawing what she would wear, in her settings. Same with Fantasy. He, too, remains the same as before. He has boots, pants, and a shirt, just like before, but this time with more renaissance (?) influence. Instead of an ordinary collar, I gave him frills, hinting about his status, and added them on his sleeves as well. The shirt itself is a peasant blouse, and while I don’t imagine him being a peasant, it’s either saying that he’s more relaxed about the way he dresses, or, he’s not as rich as he’d like to be. For both of them, I also adjusted their hairstyles. I gave Sci-Fi some lovely, long hair with relaxed locks drooping down to enhance that sweet look I was going for. Fantasy got long hair as well, and while it has definitely been taken care off, judging by how slicked back it is, it’s not perfect, and intentionally so. Perhaps he doesn’t care — or maybe he he think it looks good as it is.

Don’t be afraid to make changes if something about the design doesn’t seem right to you. Does Sci-Fi’s dress really need to be sleeveless? Would Fantasy really walk around in a blouse? What would the differences you’ve made say about the characters? Giving Sci-Fi those details makes her look a little more dressed up — perhaps it’s a uniform of some sort?

Think about the limitations you have. If you’re drawing modern or historical characters, you will have to be more careful with how much you change with the look. Would the characters, in their settings, actually wear that? Would it suit the world the live in, does it suit the look you’re going for? Make careful decisions when thinking about this. If you need to make drastic changes, I suggest you start a new drawing entirely. Sometimes it’s better to start fresh to think fresh.

It’s worth mentioning, also, that when looking at references, if it okay to bend the rules, especially if it’s a fantasy or sci-fi setting. Use your references as inspirations, not as a hard must. Go by instinct, even if you have a character in mind!

Notice the repeated patterns. For Sci-Fi, there’s little hard-edged shapes, except around her shoulders and boots. This is why it reminded me of a uniform of some sort — notice, also, how her design has a lot of cut-outs, which is a repeated pattern as well. For Fantasy, I decided to make his design overall more sharp, with a lot of pointed shapes. I made the sleeves loose, to make him look just a little less formal, and with buttons as well for a repeated pattern.

Remember to add accessories! They might be subtle, and to so some even unnoticeable, but they are important, and they are noticeable in their own light. You won’t notice the rings of a character who has their hands in their pockets, but as soon as they bring the fingers to their lips to giggle, you’ll certainly notice them when they are big, and shaped like skulls. No accecories says a lot about the characters as well. Disney’s Rapunzel does’nt not even have shoes — no accessories whatsoever, but Flynn Rider, however, has very visible belts, straps and a pouch. What does that say about them? Why does a thief need pouches? Does the girl locked indoors all her life need jewelry to decorate herself with and shoes to protect the floor from being covered in mud? Accessories are statement pieces, even from the most simple ribbon to a thick, studded, leather belt. I feel like Sci-Fi would enjoy taking care of her hair, so I put more volume to her hair and added hair pins to show that. With that, I added gloves and a rather odd bracelet — since i felt her outfit looked like a uniform of some sort, but not a professional one, but perhaps a game promoter, I wanted to finish that off with some ‘unneeded’, stylistic gloves. With Fantasy, I added add a big ribbon to his hair, to bring more light to his status, while keeping a few careless hairs in front of his face. In addition to this, I decided to add big, bulky rings, but also keeping a very small, subtle necklace hidden behind his frilled collar, and some decorations on his boots as well, repeating the pattern on his jacket for a finished look.

Note that small details such as these can be tricky if you’re an animator, hence why in cartoons details like these are either not existent or extremely simplified — if you don’t animate, there’s no reason for you not to add details. Don’t limit yourself!

It’s worth mentioning that bigger garments, such as outerwear, capes, etc, will make more of an impact and statement once you finish the design. The more space they take, the more important they will seem. As a general rule, one should save this for main and supportive characters and their villains. That’s not to say that minor or background characters can’t have capes and jackets — it all depends on how you draw them, how much space they take, and how much detail and thought you’re giving them. It doesn’t also mean that important characters all need large garments, but it’s definitely something worth keeping in mind.

And this is how the ‘finished’ look ends up like. It’s not perfect, and certainly needs more work (more time and effort!) but it certainly stands out more than the first example I showed you. Notice how the same palette was used, but keep in mind what I said about the hue and the contrasting colours. They’re less in-your-face now, and more complimentary. Naturally, shading is extremely useful if you want to finish the looks, because it allows you to add more details and more texture to the designs. 

With that said, when you colour, you might notice that you want to add more to your character designs — such as the green stripes on Sci-Fi, or the vivid, red details on Fantasy. 

However, as mentioned before, note that this is not the finished result. It’s a concept, and it should not be overthinked or overworked. Once you’ve spent a certain amount of time on one design, let it go and work on a new one later. You may draw the same design again, but improved, or you might find yourself draw a new design entirely. Both are fine and both options should be explored and tried out!

I hope that helped you. ♥ If you want to check out more of my tutorials, you can find them here.