loose eyes

Signs aesthetics based on people I know

Aries: black ripped jeans, silver necklaces and rings, drivning a modern car in the middle of the night

Taurus: picnic on green grass a beautiful sunny day, chocolate bars

Gemini: plants, a room with white walls, glossy hair

Cancer: the ocean, people holding hands, soft ice cream

Leo: lipsticks with strong colours, many pillows in the bed, Netflix

Virgio: independent, sassy and sweethearts at the same time, eyeliner wings

Libra: glitter on the cheeks, oversized denim jackets, bubblegum

Scorpio: Late nights, hoodies, the moon, candles, messy hair

Sagittarius: The forest, bus travel, lollipops, big cozy scarf, coffee

Capricorn: tv shows, gym bags from expensive brands, t-shirts over long sleeves

Aquarius: baseball caps, planets, big eyes

Pisces: loose denim pants, cats, flowers

seeing those mixed boy fetishizing ig’s jus bring me back to hs when my friend said how fine this boi was and i asked if he was fine cuz he was fine or if he was fine cuz he was light skinned (ie light skin the bright pink lips the hazel eyes and loose hair) and she literally paused and said she’d have to get back to me on that

take heart. (da:o LI edition)

the warden sits on the floor by their fireplace, staring blankly at the dying flames flickering among the ashes. the landsmeet failed. nobody believed them. it’s been a long night, and it’ll be a longer day tomorrow. they’re not sure how long until sunrise - and as they’ve watched the firewood crumble bit by bit, there’s a part of them that’s not sure the sun will come up at all. a part of them that’s not sure they want it to.

there’s a quiet knock, so soft they almost don’t hear it over the gentle crackling of the fire –

– and morrigan enters before the warden can rise, closing the door behind her. she sits cross-legged next to them, her hair loose, golden eyes reflecting the fire. “you have not slept,” she says, and the warden shakes their head. morrigan sighs, looks away. “nor i. this is how men have always been. blind, and stupid, and cruel and afraid.” she looks back. “but there have always been those like you, as well. those who give hope. ‘tis often hard for the one carrying the torch to see how bright it truly is - ” the fire finally dies completely, but before the room can fall dark, morrigan conjures a flame in her palm - “but know that those around you will carry it forth, should you need a rest. you are not alone.”

– and alistair pokes his head around the door. “can i come in?” he does, before the warden answers, sits behind them and pulls them in against his chest. “you too, eh? i don’t imagine anyone’s gotten much sleep tonight.” his arms are strong and he still smells like the forest, solid and unchanging. “it’s all gone to shit,” he murmurs, “– well, even more than it was already. and it feels hopeless. i don’t know how we’ll do it, but then, i didn’t know how we’d do half of what we’ve done already.” his arms tighten around the warden briefly. “we’re fighters, you and me. have been all our lives, needed to, since no one would fight for us. but now – now we’ve got each other’s backs. that’s the difference. now we’re not alone.”

– and leliana appears, almost ethereal but for her vibrant hair, catching the dying firelight. she kneels in a fluid motion, curls in against the warden and rests her head against their shoulder. “this is how it always goes,” she says. “in the songs. the stories. it was never going to be easy.” she hums quietly, a tune the warden recognizes from long nights on the road. “i used to think it should be, if one only believed hard enough, or said the right prayers. but that’s not how it works. we must continue fighting. and it will continue to hurt, the way they turned their backs today – but we find our strength in each other.” she squeezes their arm. “we always have. we’re not alone.”

– and zevran pads in on bare feet, face softening as he sees the warden. he sits next to them and interlaces his fingers with theirs. “they are wrong,” he says bluntly, and anger sparks in his eyes before fading to something like grief. “it is painful to be … mistrusted. disbelieved. you were the first to trust me in a very long time, and with so little cause.” his thumb rubs the back of the warden’s hand gently, reassuringly. “you see the good in others, even when we do not see it in ourselves. you stood up for those who could not. and you must believe that there are many who will stand with you for that – myself first among them.” he pulls the warden in, kisses their forehead gently. “you are not alone.”


Warnings: Angst/Fluff. Where Riley and Farkle argue about feelings.

Word Count: 1,480

“… follow your heart.”

She sat on the couch, fresh from a shower and now in comfortable spandex and a loose sweater. Her eyes were glued to the television watching some sitcom probably along the line of F.R.I.E.N.D.S., but she wasn’t paying enough attention to the content to notice. The blurriness in here eyes only meant that she had been staring, but her thoughts were elsewhere, floating around the room, in deep concentration. She had only been home for a short time, her plan to waltz right in, up to his room and have a long overdue conversation. An unspoken one that had begun almost two months ago, and the silence was eating her from the inside.

Riley didn’t have an exact plan on how to tell him, but she had been determined that the words would come to her once they were face to face. But she was home by herself, and he was on a date, with some girl who was perfect for him. Her heart broke, thinking about how she missed their window. How it was too late. This girl could be his one. His only.

It was enough to get Riley choked up.

She heard keys jingling from downstairs, and a door open to close. The time on the clock read 8:12. It was probably Maya coming in from work, and she would more than likely be heading back out again, it being Friday night, to go see her boyfriend.

Instead, a figure walked up the steps and she could see him stop at the very top, staring at her. She couldn’t make out the expression on his face due to the shadow casted over him, but he had no words to say. It wasn’t until he came into the light, she could make out Farkle’s glistening blue eyes, short brown hair, and his slight muscular build.

Normally he was one to wear bright colors, because of his bright personality, but tonight, he wore everything black, from his jeans to his fitting t-shirt, all the way to his black converse. Even she couldn’t deny that he looked very attractive this evening.

But why was he home? It was only a little after 8.

She looked away from his stare and back at the television. “How was your date?” Her tone slightly sharper than she expected.

“Well considering that fact that it’s not even 8:30 yet and I’m home for the night ought to tell you that it probably wasn’t all that great,” he retorted. For the last few weeks, the air between them seemed to grow thicker, and all the emotion they could produce from the invisible space was either sarcastic comments or agitation. “Why would you want to know anyway?” That hurt.

Within seconds she was up on her feet. “Because I’m your best friend? Because I want to know whats going on with you? Because I care about you? I mean why else Farkle?” He said nothing so she continued on her rant. “I should proceed to ask you what happened, but then again, it’s none of my business, but I want to ask you what happened, because I want you t know that I’m hear to listen. Because that’s what friends do. They listen.”

His lips were parted slightly, but his jaw rose and he went to rub his chin, thinking about his next words. She could tell he was conflicted and frustrated. “You want to know why my date was terrible?” He moved a tad closer. “It’s because of you.”

She scoffed, her eyes widening. “Me? That doesn’t make sense. What did I do? I don’t recall being there. So how could I possibly ruin your date?”

“Because of whatever this is?” His hand gestured between them. She blinked trying to put the pieces together.

Confused she asked him, making the same gesture, “What is this?”

“This air that’s between us Riley? This tension that’s been building up for the last two months?” She realized that she wasn’t alone in noticing it. “It’s driving me crazy.” He looked at her hard for a moment. “Three dates. I had three dates with this great girl! And all of them were ruined because I couldn’t stop thinking about you!” Was he confessing something? “And it all started because of mistletoe.”

She crossed her arms. “You knew what you were getting yourself into! I asked you, and you could have said no! You didn’t have to say yes! They would have greatly chosen another person for me to ask to the party if you had rejected. But you agreed.”

“Because I’m you best friend and I’d do anything for you!” He exclaimed. “But I didn’t want this.” He shook his head. “I can’t want this.”

She couldn’t tell if her heart was breaking or not. “What do you mean you can’t?”

His hands met with the back of his head as he turned away from her. “I can’t want you Riley. I can’t have these feelings that I feel for you. I’m breaking promises that shouldn’t be broken.” Her ears caught the sound of his voice cracking. Deep down she knew this was killing him to say.

He was too logical, and he thought too much with his mind. “What? Because of some unspoken agreement between guys? Bro code? Because you promised me and Maya that you would love us both the same when we were in the first grade? Before we even knew what love was?” She took a breath. “FYI Farkle, Lucas is in Texas with another girl. And as for loving me and Maya the same? You shouldn’t make promises when you don’t understand the terminology fully. I thought a genius would know that.”

His expression became unknown to her. “Why are we even having this conversation Riley? To stir up these feelings that I’ve had for you since the first grade? All so I can be told that you don’t reciprocate them like I’ve silently been hearing for the last eleven years of my life? No thanks.” He turned his back and proceeded to descend the staircase.

This was her only chance. It was now or never. She followed him and just as he was about to enter the hall she called out to him. “Say I’m in love with you.” He stopped, turning to face her. “Say I’ve felt like this for a while now, and I never knew how to handle these feelings. Say I was scared that I would royally screw up and lose you forever.” Her voice wavered and she tried to keep the tears from falling. “Because I am.”

He was now slightly turned to the side, barely looking at her, but with tears outlining the rim of his eyes. She was begging him with her own. The look of a boy who was loyal to his promise but so desperately wanted to break free was shouting in the deafening silence. He shook his head. “I can’t.” His voice croaked. Maybe it wasn’t the promise. He was scared.

As he turned away she snapped. “Damn it Farkle!” She yelled. “Would you stop thinking for one minute and actually follow your heart? Be selfish for once and do something because you want to! Not because you feel the need to follow the rules! What do you want?” Her tone was so demanding, she was scared that he would actually make his way out the front door and never come back.

Her head dropped, feeling like she could no longer stare at him anymore. It was all too much for her. But she had to tell him once more, and she had to be looking at him to say it. Picking her head up, she noticed him standing right in front of her, and a feeling of pure bliss washed over her, as his lips were on hers, his hands on either side of her face, fingertips getting tangled in her hair. Her hands were fisted together on his chest, clenching the soft black t-shirt.

All of the tension, all of the waiting, all of the emotion (the good and bad), all reflected in the kiss, and it was well worth the wait. As his hands left her face and travels down to rest on her waist, Riley found her arms sliding up around his neck and she pulled him in for a tighter embrace. Their lips moved in harmony and she didn’t want it to stop, but she remembered that they needed air to breath. So parting just enough, sharing the air between them, she lazily opened her brown eyes and locked them with his blue ones. No words were needed to be said as his forehead lightly connected with hers, and their noses brushing against each other.

She wanted the moment to last forever. And she knew he did too.

—Excerpt from a fan fiction I’m writing.

The Signs' Turn-Ons (Physical)
  • Aries: Bright eyes, loose clothes
  • Taurus: Kind eyes/smile, nice skin
  • Gemini: Broad jawline, athletic
  • Cancer: Eyebrows, happy smile,
  • Leo: Big smile, tight clothes
  • Virgo: Colorful eyes, tall people
  • Libra: Tan skin, casual wear
  • Scorpio: Dark hair/features, long/soft hair
  • Sagittarius: Dimples, adorable smile
  • Capricorn: Freckles, glasses
  • Aquarius: Pretty eyes, suits
  • Pisces: Dark eyes/hair, confident but warm smile

Okay these 3 panels make me happy for many reasons

1. Asahi and his fucking damsel in distress pose, look at those loose wrists and doe eyes omg

2. “That string in your hair is awesome”

3. Nishi looking at Asahi like hes the sun and Asahi getting a confidence boost from his bf

4. Both of them leaning towards eachother from far away like idiots

5. Daichi smacking Asahi and literally telling him to ‘straighten up’ aka ‘wow me and suga can contain ourselves just fine on the court get a fucking grip you gargantuan homo’

6. Nishi still staring at the sun

Newt Scamander x Reader - Finals Week

Title: Finals Week

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Rating: G

Word Count: 997

Warnings: None.

So this is a special shout out to @wizardwhiz and @kittykat101ary  because I know that they are going through finals right now. As I am sure a lot of you are!

Here’s a short little thing to get you through!

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hurt .

“So do you miss him?”

You avert your eyes and focus on stirring the milk into your coffee, lips pursed in thought. The hair that you meticulously curled is already falling loose and into your eyes, so you push the stubborn strands back. “I miss him a lot,” you tell your friend from across the table, keeping your voice quiet and pensive, “because, like, he’s everywhere in my house. He left his jacket on my chair and his pillow still smells like his shampoo. It’s just tough when I’m constantly reminded that he’s gone.”

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Random thought:

I really hope that Ash’s Rowlet does evolve, because I absolutely love the idea of a Dramatic ™ as hell Dartrix still being a sneaky son of a gun, bashing an opponent with a massively damaging sneak attack, and then flicking that Grassy-Drew bang of his.

And then we take it a step further and he evolves into Decidueye, where his Robin Hood aesthetic matches up really well with his natural talent for moving unseen and unheard, and still has a bit of his extra-ness from his time spent as a Dartrix.

And through all of this, he still likes to sleep 20 hours of the day.

But just imagine seeing Decidueye sleeping one second, and then when a threat arises, him cracking open one eye and loosing a Spirit Shackle Arrow to KO the intruder in the blink of an eye.

People wonder what the heck happened, but they turn back to Decidueye, who looks like he’s never even woken up.

in concept (isaac lahey one-shot)

Originally posted by sleeperbucky

Summary: A tale of jealousy and reconciliation.

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x OC

Rating: hide your children

This was requested by somehow-justsurvive.

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“Tom Cat” - Digital Oil Painting

Haven’t painted Tom in a while and when I saw these pics of him with an adorable tawny kitty, I had to go for it. Just look at that lucky kitty cat! So much cuteness in one painting, I love it!

This is NOT a Photoshop filter, every stroke is painted by me.