look at those clouds!


“Try it again,“ I said.
 "Kiss me.”
“No,” he said.
“Kiss me.”
“No,” And then he smiled. “You kiss me.”
 I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.”

 ― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Hey, happy belated valentine’s day. have some asadais 
i was quite busy to post this on time and to aswer to requests but i managed some time (being me not having internet for a day) to finish this. 
I´m not good at drawing comics but better try and fail than do nothing.

Haikyuu!! Beach AU that no one asked for but we all really, really need.
(AKA I watched Free! and then this happened)

Unsure of the dialogue happening here. Hinata is for sure trying to convince Kageyama to do something stupid. Kags is definitely not havin’ it lol.

(Part 2)


apparently you guys like these?

Prompt: We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair

Pairing: Space Husbands

Requested by anonymous, thank you! It was nice to write such a tender moment!

Always the first to admit when he made a mistake, always the first to admit he could have done better, Jim Kirk wasn’t prone to excessive pride. However, in this case, he *was* inordinately proud of himself. A whole night, he’d spent sharing a narrow bed with his tantalizingly oblivious first officer, and all night he had kept his hands respectfully to himself, even managed to drift off once he stopped thinking about how good Spock smelled and how warm he was, laying mere inches away. Close enough to touch, to hold, to curl up to, and yet Jim had refrained.

Well done, Captain.

Spock had offered to sleep on the floor, but it hadn’t been his fault that the outpost on this far-off moon didn’t have the resources to support a whole Starfleet landing party. They’d all had to share rooms, all had to share beds, and frankly the environmental controls in this place were astoundingly horrible. Spock could have frozen to death if he’d curled up in a meager blanket on the cool metal floor. Okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic, but he would have been uncomfortable.

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#1- does the darkness comfort you?
#2- what brings you crashing to the floor?
#3- angels or demons?
#4- God or Satan?
#5- would you sit on the moon and watch the universe twirl quietly, even if you couldn’t breathe?
#6- what scares you most in the world?
#7- can we always be there for one another?
#8- I feel like I’m dying… Can I talk to you?
#9- being blind or being deaf?
#10- what song makes your heart pound the most?
#11- do you wish on stars?
#12- what were you doing last night at 1:03 am?
#13- the happiest, most golden moment of my life?
#14- the worst, most positively crushing moment of my life?
#15- if you had to choose between your mother and your father, who would you choose?
#16- ask me anything
#17- salt or sugar?
#18- death by water or fire?
#19- if you could have a degree in anything, what would it be?
#20- black or white? ….assuming I don’t like grey
#21- the thing/person I want to stay safe and happy and comforted in this world?
#22- if you could have the superpower of flight, invisibility, or mind-reading, which would you choose?
#23- is music something you could not live without?
#24- favorite flower my dear?
#25- why dragons?
#26- ice cream in winter? Or possibly hot chocolate in the summer?
#27- what’s your sexuality?
#28- do you dream in black and white or color?
#29- nights full of nightmares?
#30- what was the voice in your head saying at 2 am?
#31- okay…. Why don’t you hate the thorns on a rose?
#32- do you trust me?
#33- most cared for song at the moment?
#34- worst injury?
#35- bath or shower?
#36- color you love the most?
#37- anonymous question
#38- another way to wish not using 11:11, dandelion blooms, or even the fairy you thought you saw…?
#39- do you ever stare at the sky and look for those weird shapes in the clouds?
#40- a really weird something I like to eat in a weird way
#41- Lamborghini or Corvette?
#42- when did I have my first kiss? Boy or girl?
#43- most listened to genre?
#44- Jack Frost or Iron Man?
#45- are shorts and a tank-top an optional outfit for you today?
#46- will you be speaking to anyone you hate today?
#47- nachos or pizza???
#48- is my life what I thought it might be like?
#49- thing I am the most proud of accomplishing?
#50- ask me a question concerning intimacy
#51- piano or guitar?
#52- tell me something about yourself, my follower, please :)
#53- rather a mad world? Or an insane universe?
#54- are you that girl that sits alone on her roof at night?
#55- I wrote this question at 3:59 in the morning, listening to Mad World by Jasmine Thompson: do you like hummingbirds?
#56- is 1 (one) a unit or a number?
#57- glorious fireworks on a dark beach with your thoughts? Or swimming in the rain with your lover?
#58- tattoo? What would it be?
#59- natural shade of your hair?
#60- color of your eyes?
#61- the thing you regret the most?
#62- would you break a heart if it helped someone else?
#63- do you ever wish you hadn’t kissed a past friend/lover/acquaintance?
#64- the most violent/brutal/inhuman thing you’ve ever done?
#65- would I hug again, my most recent lover?
#66- would I kiss the lips of my last kiss?
#67- who was the last soul to see you cry
#68- have you ever looked into the eyes of someone who was about to die… And you didn’t even know it?
#69- do you ever wear your clothes in a uncomfortable fit, just to try and reshape the way your body looks?
#70- have you ever intentionally hurt someone?
#71- if you could spend the night with anyone, anywhere you wanted, how would you end up?
#72- butterflies or dragonflies?
#73- do you enjoy cooking?
#74- given the rather unpleasant opportunity, would you wear white to a funeral?
#75- have you ever abused drugs/alcohol/people?
#76- have I ever lay down in a barren field in the middle of a lightning and thunder storm?
#77- would you dear, eat a strangers heart?
#78- take the chance to sing in front of 10,000 people, while its snowing?
#79- if “New Zealand” was a French pastry dish, would you eat it?
#80- if “Naples Italy” was a Korean Milkshake, would you drink it?
#81- if “Cardiff Wales” was a star in the universe, do you think you would know that?
#82- what happened in your dream/s last night?
#83- tell me who doesn’t deserve the air they breathe?
#84- do you speak any foreign languages?
#85- do you experience anxiety attacks?
#86- ABCDEFGHIJKPLMNOPQRSRTUVWYXYZ…. do you know the alphabet?
#87- describe “nucleus”
#88- running through the woods at night? Or crawling in the snow at dusk?
#89- have you ever had a one night stand? Do you regret it?
#90- ask me anything “music” related
#91- smoke alone, by the water or on your roof in the dark?
#92- have you ever kissed a flower, knowing it was someone else’s favorite?
#93- have you ever sat on a cold bridge… And just waited?
#94- when I said “I love you” last… Did I honestly, truthfully and wholly mean it?
#95- have you ever had a near-death experience? /What happened?
#96- what do I want more than anything else on the planet/in the world/in the universe?
#97- do you put others before yourself, even on bad days?
#98- what, to me, is an angel?
#99- what’s the most passionate thing I’ve ever done?

#100- this is not a question, but rather a statement.
* I want everyone to do me a favor: smile. Find that piece, that glimmer, that twinkle that brings life to you breath. Hold it, love it, don’t let it go. Talk to that person you fell for so long ago… Laugh with them, cry with them. It doesn’t matter, just talk. Get it all off your chest. We all need this.
Eat what you want. Fuck society, everyone is beautiful, shape/color/voice/culture/sexuality/habits/ love and hates included.
Wear something comfortable. Listen to your favorite song until you’re shouting the lyrics at the world because it feels wonderful. Run outside in the night air and jump up and down in your pajamas like a crazy child because we are human and we are beautiful and we deserve the love no one ever gets. Because we are us, and that is more than okay.

#101- thanks guys

clouds-howell  asked:

once you get this, please say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable),, SPREAD POSITIVITY💛💛💛

(It took me forever to respond to this because I couldn’t think of five things I like about myself oops but here, I’ll try.)

1. My writing style…..sorta.
2. The colour of my eyes.
3. My sense of style……sorta.
4. My gifs, usually.
5. That I’m the type of person who finds joy most in making others happy.

Realize -- Chapter Six “Home”

Sebastian StanxReader and Tom HiddlestonxReader (Pick your team #TeamSeb #TeamTom)

I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 and some from my own silly brain …  Here’s Chapter Six! :) @foureyedsiopao

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five

Chapter Six - Home

You awkwardly wave at Tom and notice the instant shift in his face. When you had first noticed him there, he was looked so perplexed and saddened in that moment. Well, maybe not sad, but it was not his usual Tom face. There was something there, but before you could get the door open to properly say hello, he was his usual amiable self. “I was just coming down to get the mail. How was lunch?”

You laugh and match his smile, brushing away the strange thought of his eyes when he first saw you. “Better than expected.”

His brows raised and he let out a saucy laugh as he went to fetch the mail and you handed him the bag of cookies. “So it would seem, and how’s Sarah?”

You take the arm he offers you as you both head back to the elevator, foregoing the stairs now that the lovely rush has worn off and your leg is once again reminding you that it is still not one hundred percent. “She was her usual self, spit and vinegar, flirting and interrogating Sebastian in equal measure.” You both laugh, carrying a deep affection for the lovely older woman. “She may be my favorite person.”

He gasps in feigned shock, sending you into another peal of laughter. “I am going to tell Lou you said that.” As you got back into the apartment, he dropped the things in his hand on the table and grabbed his phone.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh?” He put on his best look of regret and appears to start texting. “My Dearest Lou–”


“Of course, you’ve shunned the both of us for another, we shall find comfort in one another. My Dearest Lou, it would seem that (y/n) has spurned our affections and has taken up with a proprietor of sandwiches and sweets, we clearly stood no chance.”

You toss a pillow at him and snag the bag of cookies he dropped next to the mail and keys, nearly knocking over the flowers from Sebastian in the process. Tom catches them with ease, carefully righting them, another one of those uneasy looks clouding his face for a moment.


It was gone as quickly as it came. “From Lou?” he asks, but you can tell he already knows the answer.


He nods and quietly comments, barely audible, “Already knows your favorites, that’s a good sign.” He looks back up at you finally, “Tea, then?”

“Yes, thank you.”

He moves to take the cookies from you and you keep hold of the bag for an extra moment, feeling a faint shock run between you as his hand brushes yours before you let go. This is all too much. You pull back and flop onto the couch, hiding your face in the cushion once he moves away and into the kitchen.

Once you have composed yourself and Tom has returned with the tea and cookies, set far too properly on a tray, everything starts to feel right again. There is nothing weird here. This is just your best friend. Nothing awkward here. Nothing at all.

Just as the silence, only punctuated by the sipping of tea and nibbling of cookies, starts to border on uncomfortable. He speaks. “So, we are wrapping earlier than expected.”

“That’s good! Maybe you can have some actual free time for more than a week.”

You both lightly laugh, things far more tense than usual and you kick yourself for it. Why are you making this so strange?

“Yeah, I was thinking about heading home actually. See the family maybe catch Ben at home.”

You can’t look at him and he seems to suffer the same problem. “That sounds lovely. You’ll give them all my love?”

He nods and finally looks at you, “Of course.”

So there it was. The next few days were just like that, a skewed version of the comfortable life you’d had before the kiss. It felt like something had shifted. Like you were marked now and he was afraid about overstepping some lost page of the “bro code.”

So you settled into a comfortable rhythm with Sebastian. Training, leaving together for coffee or a meal depending on when you were done and then finding some private corner of the city to sit and talk and eventually make out like overwrought sixteen-year-olds.

Tom had left two days ago. It had been so much harder than you thought it would be, going with him to the airport and hiding the tears behind overly bright smiles and laughter. Hugging each other until the very last moment before he had to pull away and board his flight away from the home you’d built together.

You shouted a quick, “Call me when you land!”, running to let yourself have a solid cry in the bathroom once the plane was out of your sight.

Your heart was breaking far more than it had a right to. He called every day. It felt wrong, not seeing his eyes when he laughed.

Now, you were pushed against the wall of your own apartment building, half way down the alley that ran between it and the next. When you sighed softly into the kiss, Sebastian pulled back from and looked into your eyes, the worry evident there.  “(y/n), Are you okay, baby?”

You take a deep breath and try to pull yourself together. It was harder than you thought. You let your head fall to his chest, for some reason you couldn’t look him in the eye when you asked, “Will you stay tonight?”

He gently lifts your chin to meet his eyes again. “I would love to.”

Things felt a little less empty as he led you to bed.

“What the hell?!” Dean exclaimed as the flutter of wings behind him settled.  He glanced in the mirror and saw a silhouette of a man sitting next to your sleeping figure gently draped against the door with your feet pulled up.  Without looking over his shoulder Dean, assuming it was the angel he considered his brother, muttered, “Cas, you gotta give me a warning or something.  Especially since I nearly killed both Y/N and me!  I could have gotten in an accident.”  A voice, much higher than Cas’ scoffed.

“Ya’d think after being dead for a few years people’d be happy to see ya,” the figure said.  Dean almost slammed on the brakes.  That wasn’t Cas.  “Cool it, zippy, I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

“Who the hell are you?” Dean barely kept his hands on the wheel.

“Really?  That’s all the thanks I get after saving you and your brother’s asses and dying at the hands of Lucifer, my own brother?”  the man said.  Dean thought over if for only a few seconds before connecting the dots.


“Ding ding ding!  We have a winner!”  He appeared in the front seat, making Dean jump slightly.

“Why are you here?” he muttered, keeping his eyes on the road, yet still glancing over at the angel. “How are you not dead?”

“Well,” Gabriel paused. “I could give you the long answer and waste what little time I have here, or we could get straight down to business.”

“Business?  We have no business!  Any business that we had ended as soon as Lucifer killed you.”

“Wrong-o.  It just so happens that I’m Y/N’s guardian angel, and I’m— “

“Y/N’s what?”  Were there really such things as guardian angels? Honestly, after everything he and Sam had been through, nothing surprised Dean anymore.

“Guardian angel.  I protect her as best I can.  She’s an important person in the grand scheme of things you know.”  Dean smiled to himself ever so slightly, and glanced at her in the rear-view mirror.

“Yeah.  She’s one hell of a girl isn’t she,” he muttered, mostly to himself, before looking back to the dark road.  Dean could almost hear Gabriel’s eyeroll.

“Well, I’ve been with her almost her entire life.  When her parents…”  he trailed off.  Dean didn’t need anything more.  He’d heard about your parents’ tragic death when you were 8, the many foster homes, how you ran away at 16, and met an old hunter who taught you everything you needed to know about how to kill the thing that took your parents away.  “Anyway, I consider her to be my little sister, and I need to know that you won’t hurt her.”  Dean furrowed his brow.

“How—why would I hurt her? I— “

“Oh please.  I’ve been watching you for a while now and I know how you feel,” Gabriel said condescendingly, looking out the window momentarily.  Ok, creepy much?

“How I feel— “  Dean tried to question.

“The lingering glances, the longer hugs, the smiles to yourself, the witty banter, the not-so-subtle checking her out…  You love her. Or at least you’re very infatuated,” he said casually.  Dean almost choked on his own spit, immediately denying everything.

“Me?  Love?  Looks like you’ve been looking through those angel clouds a little too long.”

“Don’t even try to deny it. I see the way you look at her.  It’s the same way your mother looked at your father.”  He started speaking a bit louder.  “Dean, I know how much you like Y/N!”

“Will you shut up! She’s trying to sleep.”  Dean glanced back at you, still as passed out as before.  “I like her, ok?  Happy?” The archangel gave him a playful smirk.

“Quite.”  The car was silent for a few moments.  “Well?”  Dean looked at Gabriel with a confused expression on his face.


“Well, aren’t you going to ask me?”  

“Ask you what?” Gabriel scoffed again.

“God, if you’re this slow all the time… I don’t know how she came to like you.”  He rubbed his face with his hand.  Dean’s heartbeat quickened.  She felt the same?  God, I feel like I’m in some cheap romance book, he thought to himself.  

“What you want me to ask for your… blessing?”  Was that the right word for this situation.

“Since she has no family left, I see it only fit for her guardian angel to step in and approve of her love interests.  You’re one of the few guys I’d even consider letting her date, and all the other ones are a thousand miles away.”

“What are you saying?”

“That depends.  Are you asking?”  Another second of silence.

“Would it—“ Dean licked his lips and tried to find the best words.  “Is it alright if I take Y/N out?”  Gabriel

paused for a second, as if he actually had just been asked this question and had no time to prepare for it.  

“Alright, Dean-o.  You have my permission.  But, just so you know, I’m still an archangel and I can make you suffer tremendously.”  Gabriel turned to face Dean head on, making eye contact so Dean knew how serious he was. “If you hurt my girl in any way at all, I will make you suffer.  Your time in hell will seem like child’s play in comparison to what I would do to you.” He let his words sink in.  Before Dean had anything else to say, you began to stir in the back seat.  “Nice seein’ ya.”  

“Wait!  What did you mean about Y/N being an important person in the grand scheme of things?”  Gabriel only smirked and raised his eyebrows, before disappearing.

“Dean, who were you talking to?”  You yawned, stretching.

“Uh, Sam.  He was just calling to check in,”  Dean responded, looking back at you.  “We’ll be back to the bunker in about an hour or two.”

“Hm.” You rubbed your eyes. “What time is it?”  Your voice was raspy from sleep as you inhaled slowly to help wake up a bit more.

“About 2:30 in the morning. Sorry if I woke you.”

“Nah, I was getting uncomfortable anyway…  Can I come sit up there with you?  It’s awfully lonely back here,” you asked with your signature pout that always made Dean give in.  He told you to climb up, so you clambered over the seat and plopped in the middle seat, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Go ahead and go back to sleep.  I promise I’ll be quiet.”  Dean draped his arm over your shoulder and pulled you closer, smiling.  “G’night, Y/N.”

Strifehart Week: Day 4 - Final Fantasy VII or Final Fantasy VIII

Another quickie because I’m not feeling too great about my art lately.

Anyway, I’m only about a two thirds of the way through 8 and as much as I am enjoying it, I definitely prefer 7. So here’s a quick scribble of Squall being in 7, he’s probably sharing a dorm with Cloud, looks out for him a lot on patrol because Cloud is certainly not used to the city yet(that and he is smol and cute).