looks like zooey deschanel

Apple support was literally just 30 min of me waiting for my computer to budge and then the dude finally going “yep ur computer is slow” and then scheduling an appointment for me like bruh that’s why I called but whatever at least I sketched something

Mac is currently the speed of a snail with Velcro on I’m probably not going to be able to use my tablet for the week

And I spent the whole night reading klance smut till like 5am what the hell am I doing


http://native-snowflake.tumblr.com/ Asked: Can I have a Jacob x White Werewolf!Reader where the reader is in her early 20’s (I’m 21 that’s why I say this😂) and is an artist? And maybe she doesn’t have a sketchbook and just draws on whatever parchment she can find,so Jacob feels like this is his chance to admit his feelings for her? Thanks my little Wolfling! 🐺❄️

He gives her a notebook to draw in, but he has done artwork of is won on the first page (well, he tells her that but it’s just him explaining his feelings and whatnot)

“Hey, Tris,” Jake called out, catching your attention. He held something behind his back, but you couldn’t tell what it was, even in wolf form. You could see the white fur on your paws and legs, reminding you that you were in wolf form. So you gave Jake a nod, telling him to hold on while you went to change back.

Once you waltzed back into Jake’s view, you looked at him with curiosity. “Yeah?”

“I realize that everywhere I go, I always see you sketching on random pieces of paper, and figured that you didn’t have a sketchbook. So… I went to buy you one. I also may have done my own little drawing in the front,” Jake smiles sheepishly.

“Aw, what did you draw?” you question, taking the sketchbook with a burst of excitement coursing through your veins. No one has ever done something this nice; it was nice to see that you were thought of.

Opening the front page, your smile slightly faltered as you realized it wasn’t a drawing, but once seeing that it was a message, you became curious.

Tris, I know that I wasted a page of your new sketchbook on this, but I hope it’s worth it. I have grown massive feelings for you ever since we met, and I was too afraid to tell you. Upon seeing you always drawing on whatever you can find, I decided to buy you your own sketchbook so you have something that’s yours and you can use it to draw in. I really hope you like it; there were so many to choose from. Anyways, I really, really like you and if you’re willing to go on a date with me sometime soon, close this sketchbook and give me a kissy face!

Love, Jake

Your smile grows wide. Closing the book, you look directly at Jake and pout out your lips. Jake grins, letting out a breath of relief.

“I don’t want to have to wait for a date, Jake. How about tonight? We make a small bonfire and look up at the stars… possibly have a small picnic saved. I can even talk to Emily to ask Sam in making sure you don’t have patrol tonight,” you suggest.

“Alright. Hopefully it won’t be too much to ask Emily to help me make a great picnic basket. Bring your fluffiest blanket and pillows; it’s going to get warm being by my side,” Jake winks.

“Mm, I bet,” you chuckle lightly. “Come on, we’re wasting daylight!”

Originally posted by jackfalaheeyes

Originally posted by moondarkwolf

Originally posted by boite-de-pandore

(I looked at your profile and found your name, and seeing what you looked like, you kind of looked like Zooey Deschanel, so… yeah! Thanks for requesting! Sorry it took so long :/)

I will, generously, magnanimously give some advice to the dudes of the world right now: This whole Manic Pixie Dream Girl thing? It’s bullshit. Utter bullshit. And, deep down, we all know it.

No one wants to dye their hair 9 different colors to impress a guy and appear “cool” and “mysterious.” No one wants to ride around on bicycles.  No one wants to be Zooey Deschanel. She looks too much like Katy Perry, who can’t sing for shit or do anything remotely creative anyway.

Like, seriously, guys. If I’m in a creative mood, the only person I want to inspire is myself. Not some lonely writer guy. 

Why the fuck am I supposed to be bothered about some geeky guy and his typewriter? Why would anyone be? Get your own ideas, dickhead.