man this took me so long

anonymous asked:

*SLAMS FISTS ON TABLE* SEIJOH POWER COUPLE AT ITS FINEST AND TO THINK THERE'S MORE TO COME. The iwaoi power couple duo is literally what's keeping me alive through this horrendous semester. On another note, how many episodes do you think they'll take for Karasuno vs. Aoba Johsai because, well, seeing how Karasuno vs. Spoiler team is really long in the manga, and it seems to be pretty weird to start a new season with Karasuno vs. Spoiler team, right? No? Just me? Oh, ok.

*HEAVY BREATHING* I KNOW RIGHT?? even as a non-shipper i feel this so much 

aaaannnd… man i don’t know:O i actually didn’t even think the match would start until episode 20 or 21. the first seijo game took about 5 episodes and is about the same length chapter-wise in the manga so i kinda assumed this game would be about 5 episodes too. tho the match isn’t gonna start first thing next ep. there’s the little bit of pre-game shenanigans of course:D so maybe they’re gonna drag it out as much as possible and make it spread over 7ish episodes? or maybe the last couple of episodes are going to be the little space between this match and the next one you mentioned and then it could end… haha right before that next match as a major cliffhanger:O idk they could always START the next match this season but it was hardly going in the manga when this season was (probably) at least in the planning stage so i cant imagine them fitting much if any of that match in this season as well. sooo yeah i expect season 3 to start with the next match :D or somewhere in there. wow my thoughts are confusing but i hope they make at least a little sense:O

the funniest thing just happened i can’t. i’m taking the greyhound (a travel bus) from az to la (and back home) for exo’s concert tomorrow and i was standing in line and then i kind of overheard two girls behind me talking abt something about tomorrow and how hopefully it doesn’t turn out like ‘something’

and so i took my earphones off and turned around and asked them 'are you guys…possibly…going to a concert?’ and they were like 'yeah…./surprised/’ and i was like 'are you guys going to see exo???’ and they were like 'yEAH’ and OMFG I COULDNT BELIEVE IT WE WERE ALL LAUGHING

and then we got talking abt the concert and kpop and this man (abt 40yrs old) overheard us and asked if we were going to see exo!!!! HE WAS GOI NG TOO and was with guy abt 18-20 yrs & said he got him into exo and kpop (not sure if it was his son) BUT IT WAS SO CRAZY bc who would have thought 5 people lining up in a row were all heading to the same place to see the same group!!! and a kpop group at that omfg


Life is locomotion… if you’re not moving, you’re not living. But there comes a time when you’ve got to stop running away from things… and you’ve got to start running towards something, you’ve got to forge ahead. [insp]

part 3 of/??? (part 1, part 2)

special shoutout to myself on this one for forgetting to draw jack’s gotdamn gun holster in 90% of this stupid comic when it was supposed to be there the whole time. I drew it in the first panel and then never did it again. i’m the real mvp of this story.


Two weeks ago I stage doored at Hamilton and got Leslie Odom Jr. to write Wait for It for me so I could get it tattooed. (The first was his natural handwriting, the second was him saying, “oh man. Oh man this is FOREVER” and trying to write it neater.) Last night I finally saw Hamilton and I showed Leslie the tattoo and he literally said, “oh my god. no…..” and reached out to touch it. So then I thanked him and we took the picture and he asked for my name and I truly think it’s okay to meet your heroes, as long as your heroes are Leslie Odom Jr., or one tenth as gracious and kind.

Bottom left is me giving Anthony a shirt I embroidered for him with John Laurens’ signature. He laughed and said, “Yoooooo this is so dope though!!!!!” and touched it and said, “Yo, for real though, this is dope. Thank you.” I think he said dope another time, but I blacked out. So I finally met Anthony Ramos, and he called the thing I made him dope, and now I can ascend to the heavens.

Tagged by thatashyleo. thanks sweetie!

  • 1 insecurity:
    • i am a disappointment
  • 2 fears:
    • that i’ll amount to nothing 
    • the people close to me will get hurt and i cant help them
  • 3 turn ons:
    • good morals 
    • a good sense of responsibility and
    • a good voice
  • 4 life goals:
    • career in talent management or some way that i can help people reach their potential (sounds like a teacher…)
    •  independence/financial stability
    • find someone who makes me happy and respects me
    • raise my kids right
  • 5 things i like: 
    • kpop
    • emo-punk rock
    • psychology
    • vocalists
    • sweaters 
  • 6 weaknesses: 
    • Choi Youngjae
    • Kim Namjoon
    • Vocalists
    • Extremely fluffy/angsty fanfiction
    • Small adorable creatures
    • Ducky pajamas
  • 7 things i love:
    • Staying up late
    • Sleeping in
    • Listening to music
    • The feeling of accomplishment 
    • Choi Youngjae
    • When people tag me in things
    • Talking to my mutuals 
  • 8 people i tag:

Yesterday, I forgot my headphones when I moved about London Town. If you’re a Londoner, you’ll appreciate how important those little buds can be! Luckily, I had a book to read with me, so that helped distract me on the tubes! Whilst walking around, my ears were subjected to the elements!

Anyway, so after coming out of the BBC, I realised I hadn’t taken a Photo Every Day - so as I approached Oxford Circus, I turned around and held up my camera to snap. As I took my second attempt (lighting is important for the project), a man with long curly hair walked past me and said “You look beautiful”. I think I replied with a “thank you”. He continued walking towards Oxford Street and I took the second photo in the series above. (He’s the man next to the bin in the centre, with the light coloured bag).

It was just a little moment last night, that I loved (not because I got a compliment as such, but because someone else had a moment of kindness!) and I wouldn’t have caught it, had I been wearing my headphones! <3.

Because it's you

A/N: Aw, happy Derek! This is what I hope Derek gets someday. Sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy it! I know I did. Lyrics are in italic and the song is “Die a Happy Man” by Thomas Rhett. (x)

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

@noordinarymagic said: “I love your fics! Would you please write one for me? #21)“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Derek Hale to female human reader after she has him pull over during a strong thunderstorm. And she asks #37)“Wanna dance?” and #23)“Just once.” He finally gives in and slow dances with her in the rain to the song “Die a Happy Man” by Thomas Rhett that plays from his car stereo {is was her choice in music}. Oh and they are in an established relationship. Thanks!”


You could feel the thunder through the windows of the car, the low rumble oddly calming.

Derek was holding your hand on the middle console, like he always did, thumb tracing your knuckles back and forth absently, so gently, the radio playing softly in the background. You smiled when you realized his thumb moved in tandem with the windshield wipers.

He clutched your hand tightly as another clap of thunder sounded, further away this time, and you couldn’t contain your little snort.

He glanced at you with knit eyebrows, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “What?”

“I just think it’s kinda cute that you’re afraid of thunder.” Your ear to ear grin was going nowhere.

“I am not!” He protested, that darn smile trying so desperately to crawl up his face, cheeks tinting pink slightly. “It startled me, that’s all.”

“Right, sure.” You laughed loudly at the scowl he sent your way. After a few thunderless minutes, you got an idea. “Derek, pull over.”

He leaned forward, as if to get a better view of the sky through the sheet of water on his windshield, peering at the clouds skeptically. “It’s really coming down. Why do we need to pull over?”

“Just do it.”

“Fine, fine. I know not to argue with that tone,” he released your hand and held his up in surrender, pulling off to the side, and putting on his hazard lights. “Now why are we doing this?”

You pushed play on your iPod plugged into the system, and opened your car door. “Because it’s raining, Derek, that’s why!”

“You hadn’t noticed already?” He asked sarcastically, his voice fading slightly as you got out of the car.

“Yes,” you were shouting over the sound of the downpour around you. “But I can’t feel it or smell it from in there!” You gestured to the passenger seat, flicking a few drops of water off your fingertips in the process.

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” His tone was full of disbelief, but he looked at you in wonder, almost amusement.

You nodded your head, grinning ear to ear. “Duh.”

The song was barely audible above the din of the rainfall, so you reached in and turned it up.

Then we danced in the dark under September stars in the pourin’ rain
And I know that I can’t ever tell you enough
That all I need in this life is your crazy love

You spun in circles, face to the sky as you grinned, arms wide, feeling like a kid again. Opening your eyes and finding Derek staring at you with his own grin finally breaking free, you walked over to the car.

Holding your hand out as you stood a foot or so away from the car, you smirked at him. “Wanna dance?”

“I don’t-”

“Derek,” you stopped him, your tone resolute, but soft, waving your hand once for emphasis. “Just once.”

He still wore that smile, and you realized how much you loved it. He had crinkles around his eyes, and his forehead smoothed out, making him look so much younger, like he should, had life not taken away so much of his youth, making him grow up too fast. “Just once.” He said softly, holding up one finger, and slipping out of his leather jacket before hopping out of the car.

If I never get to see the Northern lights
Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night
Oh if all I got is your hand in my hand
Baby I could die a happy man yeah

He pulled you close, one arm around your waist, the other taking your hand and holding it out to the side like you had done this a thousand times before, and you looked up to him, your face starting to hurt from smiling so wide.

His green eyes stood out against the backdrop of grey around you, a stark and steady contrast to the rolling clouds behind him. They flashed bright blue for only a second, and it was as if a patch of sky had decided to show. You had to look up to see him properly, his head hung to look at you, shielding you from the rain. Drops of water fell off the ends of his hair, and landed on your forehead, making him grin, before he leaned his forehead against yours and started swaying to the song.

I don’t need no vacation, no fancy destination
Baby you’re my great escape
We could stay at home, listen to the radio
Or dance around the fireplace

“You had to choose this song,” he mused quietly, the smile evident in his tone.

“Well, it was playing when we first met, so, yes.”

“How long has it been now? Two, three years?” He chuckled when you lightly slapped his chest, the song now over, the two of you swaying to a silent beat. “I only ask because moments like this…. Moments with you…. Make me lose track of time.”

You smiled another painfully wide grin, your cheeks blushing as you lowered your eyes to your hand resting on his chest, the glittering engagement ring staring back at you. “Maybe it’s fate’s way of making up for all those missed years growing up.”

“Maybe,” he nodded gently, forehead still against yours, and you looked up to meet his gaze. “Or maybe it’s just because it’s you.”

Mistaking Faces.

Originally posted by pans-dreamshade-of-neverland


Hi! Can you please do a Peter Pan image where when he was Malcom, he’s in love with the readers mother and Peter Pan brings you to NeverLand mistaking the reader because she looks so much like her. Requested by anon.

A/N: Sorry this took soooooo long! I hope you like it!! xxx

“Leave me alone!” You screamed, voice ragged and rough with exhaustion, not bothering to look back as you sprinted through the trees. You heard a tree explode somewhere close behind you, but you refused to look back, panicked that you would stumble in your steps and be caught. 

You weren’t entirely certain as to who was pursuing you through the enchanted forest. All you knew was that you had definitely stolen from the wrong man. Who would have thought that the old shopkeeper, with the ragged clothes, would have possessed such power, such magic?

And now, you were paying the price for your ignorance. 

You had only stolen a single loaf of bread, nothing he would really miss, hoping to feed yourself for at least one evening, 

Ever since your mother’s death, two whole years ago now, you had struggled to keep yourself alive. You were surprised by how quickly you had learned to survive alone. Stealing food and conning people were your two fortes, but today it seemed that your luck had finally ran out. 

“Arggh.” You couldn’t hold back your yelp of pain as you felt the burning sizzle of magic impact your back. You were flung into the air, landing in a heap against a fallen tree trunk. 

As you heard the maniacal laughter of the magical man approaching you, you lay dazed and useless upon the bed of fallen leaves, waiting for him to reach you. 

This was it. You were done.  

You weren’t exactly sure how you had expected the rest of your life to go, without your mother you had barely bothered to care about the future, but this; being murdered by a maniacal man, was certainly not what you would have envisioned for yourself. 

As your eyes drifted dazedly to your left, you expected to see the man approaching you, a superior smirk plastered upon his lips, but instead your eyes landed on something far more disturbing. 

A ghastly figure stood over you, it’s silhouette formed of a black, otherworldly, substance. Like a living shadow. The only part of it that held any light or brightness against the dull, infinite black were it’s eyes. They were bright orange, like two distant suns upon the blackest of skies. But, unlike the twinkling stars in the sky, they weren’t beautiful, they were horribly disturbing. 

An ethereal limb reached for you and, knowing that you were entirely out of options, you slowly reached towards it. As soon as the black limb grasped you, you were overwhelmed with an eerie cold. 

But the next thing you knew, you were in the air, flying through the sky. You squeezed your eyes shut as the dizzying effects of the height seeped into your mind. All you could feel was the rush of air sweeping over your body, whirring past your ears. 

And then, as suddenly as you had taken off, you were dumped on unyielding earth. Looking up and around, your eyebrows smashed together in confusion. Night had fallen all around you, which was impossible; it had been dawn when you had left. 

“Well, well, well… We meet again.” The sharp, sudden voice broke you from your confusion. Looking up, you saw a boy, around your age, standing a few feet from you. His eyes were fixated on you and his lips were tugged upwards in a smirk. 

 "Who are you?“ You heard yourself whisper, slowly dragging yourself to your feet. His smirk fell just slightly. 

"I’ll admit, I look a little different. I’m Peter Pan, but you knew me as Malcom.” He answered, as though his words explained everything. They didn’t. 

Unsure as to whether telling him the truth, that you had no notion of who he was, would be a good idea, you watched him silently for a while. 

He saw right through you. 

“You don’t know who I am?” He sounded bewildered, as though it were the strangest concept in all the realms.

“I…uh… no, I don’t.” You said, forcing the stutter to leave your tone, you had absolutely no notion as to what was going on. Or what this boy could possibly want. 

“How old are you?” He asked, confusion beginning to mask his features. 

“Does it matter?” You asked sharply, using fiery anger to mask your fear.

He didn’t reply, merely stared at you, eyebrow cocked in expectation. Seeing that his unwavering stare would only leave your face if you supplied him with the answer, you formed an uncertain reply. 


He seemed surprised, confused and unsure all at once. His eyes were tracing your every feature, the confusion slowly giving way to dawning realization. “What happened to your mother?” 

That certainly wasn’t what you’d been expecting. 

“Why the hell does it matter to you?” His eyes gleamed angrily as he took a looming step towards you. 

“I won’t ask again.” The threat was clear in his tone and, although you would never admit it, you were ever so slightly intimidated. And by ever so slightly, you meant very. Who the hell is this boy? You thought suddenly.

“She’s- She’s dead.” You whispered. Your heart was racing as his steps towards you faltered just fractionally. His mouth fell open just fractionally while his eyebrows crinkled together, confusion and another, unfathomable, emotion overtaking his features. 

For a moment the two of you stayed in silence, his eyes darting to the side to watch the leaves dance in the trees. The melancholy filling his features was unmistakable and the surprising glisten in his eye was entirely confusing to you. 

Finally, he looked to you, eyes raking over your features with a strange familiarity. “Well,” he finally spoke, his voice filled with roughness, “welcome to Neverland.”

                                                           oh man, oh man, oh man !!i am so  s t u n n e d  by the fact that so many of you are following me !! it’s been a WILD ride ever since i made alec back in november. honestly, he was the best decision i ever made. for  y e a r s , tons & tons of people  (  friends both online and in real life tbh  )  have been telling me that i needed to read THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS & i’m so glad i finally listened to them !! jfc it took me long enough though lmao. well anyway, as i was reading one character stood out to me immediately. obviously, his name was alec lightwood & it took me all of  f i v e  m i n u t e s  to decide to make him as a muse. i’ve met so many cool people while writing alec & i look forward to meeting many more !! THANK YOU SO MUCH for loving my portrayal & for sticking around this long. cheers to five hundred & three months !!

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a birthday dabble since Harry's birthday is soon!! For Heva please!! Like something really cute and cheeky and Eva gives him presents!!

Here’s a mostly unedited birthday Harry drabble! I’d say it’s probably canon and it would take place right before part eight in IYA! Also, happy early birthday to that handsome, handsome man.

“Babe. Babe. Babe,” Eva said, poking Harry’s cheeks. She dotted her fingers across his cheekbones, down the bridge of his nose, and ran her thumb along his bottom lip. Through it all, he didn’t budge, his eyes still squeezed shut. He wasn’t sleeping any longer, but he was under the impression that Sundays were lazy Sundays, not straddle your boyfriend and poke his face until he wakes up Sundays.

He groaned in response, shifting his upper body backwards so he could slip further underneath the covers. The comforter hit his neck, the sweet smell of coconut now laced into the threads of the bedding at his house.

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SO I finally finished Skyrim & all its DLCs, most of Oblivion (main quest, all the guild quests & the Shivering Isles), and now that I’m done with the Elder Scrolls series for now…….I’m going to start the Witcher…….I’m excited 👀

So I don’t know what took me so long to pick up Ms Marvel but I’m really glad I did because Kamala Khan is an absolute treasure. It is so refreshing to read a comic book that isn’t a typical white man’s story. Representation is so freaking important and I just love this comic to bits. As some one with a similar background to Kamala, I found her so relatable and so charming. Adrian Alphona has also been a major influence on my art since I was a teenager, so I really just had to do this.

Did ever have this experience when you’re speaking to a man and no matter the topic, he tries to twist what you’re saying into something sexual? This could be a coworker, friend, a brother, a parent and regardless I’ve have this happen to me.

It always felt like this uncomfortable game where I had to choose my words with such care, and if they found a twist I lost. It took me so long to realize that there was nothing wrong with how I was speaking, they just weren’t listening.

❝ The weirdest most spiritual thing just happened to me, man – it was insane. ❞ Phoenix dramatically stated before lifting his coffee mug from the scratched table. He brought the rim of the mug to his lips and took a swig of his coffee. He swallowed it whole before continuing on with his story, whether the person was interested in it or not.  ❝ So while I was going through a case file, I looked out the window and I saw a bird and I stared at it for a very long time and it stared at me too. And we’re having this massive stare-off, right? Then I got to thinking what if I’ve seen that bird before? ❞ Phoenix’s eyes grew the size of saucers, as if he truly thought he was on to something great here. He was running on a few hours of sleep, a red bull, and a cup of coffee. The exhaustion in his being was apparent and the blatant nonsense he spoke was too. Phoenix rested his elbow on the table and pointed at his eyes, ❝ Like, look at me in my fucking eyeballs and tell me that you’ve never wondered if you’ve ever seen the same bird twice? ❞