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The New Sugar List: 47 Songs to Inspire You

I created the sugar list out of need. I needed to songs to get ready to, to boost my confidence to, to remember why I had decided to go pro in the first place. Once I started the list, I found myself listening to and discovering new songs to add to the list. It’s an ever growing monster that I hope you enjoy. There are some songs that would be perfect on this playlist that I avoided because I had exhausted their appeal to me and others because I didn’t like the artist or the message they were providing. This list is just a jumping off point. Tweak it to your hearts content. 

  1. Whatever You Like- T.I.- Perhaps one of the first songs I ever heard that talked about sugaring. It’s still a dream. A man that will look me in the eye and say I can have whatever I like? Please, sugar gods, please. 
  2. 6 Inch- Beyonce- Walk in the club like nobody’s business….
  3. Pay Me- Miguel- …and tell them to pay you. 
  4. Normally I Get It-Lola Wolf- This song is SO me as a newbie. Improvising, taking advice I should have ignored, wondering how it all went wrong. It’s an excellent reminder of how far I’ve come and an opportunity to laugh at the past. 
  5. Lemme Get That- Rihanna- Her Excellency appears on this list five or six times. There’s a reason for that. This song in particular has always warmed my heart. There was a time when I was breaking up and making up over furniture.
  6. Bandz a Make Her Dance- Juicy J- Because, yes, bandz will make me do things that I wouldn’t do otherwise. Like pay attention to you. 
  7. Can’t Tell Me Nothing- Kanye West- This is my reminder that I’m not sugaring for accessories. I’m trying to better myself. To get certain things that will advance me towards my goal. To build a business that will get my money so right, I’ll only have men around for giggles. 
  8. Money Make Her Smile- Bruno Mars- Well, this isn’t a lie. 
  9. Work B**ch- Britney Spears- It’s my alarm to get up in the morning. It’s my reminder that this life isn’t easy
  10. Pour It Up- Rihanna- A reminder not to be afraid to get what I want. He could leave me tomorrow but I’ve still got these gifts and I know I can find someone to get me more.
  11. Glamorous- Fergie- If you aint got no money take your broke ass home. Thanks
  12. Maneater- Nelly Furtado- Because after some time spent fumbling, I’ve figured out what type of seducer I am. Men beware. 
  13. Raining Men- Rihanna- I could dwell on my failures or I could recognize that there’s more than one rich man out there and get another.
  14. Murder- Justin Timberlake- The self esteem boost I need when I can’t get my eyebrows right.
  15. Luxurious- Gwen Stefani- You worked so hard to get an SD and now you have. You worked so hard on your profile and gathered the courage to go on a POT date. Celebrate
  16. Love ‘Em All- K. Michelle- When my vanilla friends ask how I can go from man to man so quickly, this is the song that starts playing in my head
  17. Faithful- Drake- This song doesn’t really belong on this list but when I heard Amber Rose saying that she just liked really expensive shit, well I had to add it. 
  18. She Knows- Ne-Yo- I didn’t quite understand the concept of owning your sex appeal, of never apologizing for it. I get it now. 
  19. Throw Sum Mo- Rae Sremmurd- If you’ve got cash who or what should you be spending it on besides me? Throw some mo.
  20. Shawty is Da Sh*!- The- Dream- Yes, actually, I am. 
  21. All N My Grill- Missy Elliott- To the men who want to text and email and date the women they met on SD sites but don’t want to do the one thing that the site says they should be doing. Why aren’t they paying bills?
  22. She Wants to Move- N.E.R.D. - When it’s time for me to leave you, when it’s time for me to dance, you don’t need to come with me, daddy.
  23. Paper Planes- M.I.A. - All I want to do is take your money? Sounds accurate
  24. Got It- Marian Hill- My reminder that the things I have, the things I bring to the table can’t be bought or stolen by any man. There isn’t enough money in the world
  25. My Love is Like…Wo- Mya- This is not a lie. I will change your life. You will crawl back to me over and over again because of what I provided.
  26. Feeling Myself- Nicki Minaj- Because I am, I am feeling myself. It’s hard work but I’m successfully doing what I said I was going to do. 
  27. Bitch Better Have My Money- Rihanna- Does this honestly need an explanation? While I’ll never be posting allowance shots, I want what I was told I could have when I was told I would have it. 
  28. Plastic Bag- Drake & Future- I do deserve it, yes. 
  29. About the Money- T.I.- His second feature on this list and perhaps one of the more obvious songs. If it aint about the money, why are we speaking? What else could you possibly offer?
  30. Mascara- Jazmine Sullivan- Perhaps the song that speaks the most blatantly about life as a sugar baby on this list and the song that I think should be the sugar baby anthem, it’s a reminder to always stay well dressed, always stay ready for more. 
  31. The Boys- Nicki Minaj and Cassie- They’ll always spend money when they think there is love. 
  32. Guap- Big Sean- If you’ve ever gotten anon hate, dirty looks when you’re out in public, or patronizing conversations with friends that couldn’t begin to do what you do: I need you to blast this song. 
  33. Conceited (There’s Something About Remy)- Remy Ma- The attitude you need to have when they say you aren’t good enough and walk away, announce they don’t desire you, or try to lowball you. 
  34. Afford My Love-Dreezy-  The truth is, salty salts, you can’t afford me. This is not my problem.
  35. Money Over Love- Bilal- Money over love cause the best things in life aint free. 
  36. The Morning- The Weeknd- The money is the motive
  37. Spoiled- Wale- The song opens with Wale affectionately saying “with your spoiled ass”. I laughed. I am spoiled. Why shouldn’t I be?
  38. Anaconda- Nicki Minaj- A reminder that a man can want you for your body. Do you know what you want him for? Cause he buys you Balmain?
  39. Ex’s & Oh’s-Elle King- They always want to cum but they never want to leave (or pay).
  40. Sally-Bibi Bourelly- They don’t understand us. Hate, jealousy, and fear are better. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t dance. Let me see you rock little Sally.
  41. Back Up-Dej Loaf- Yeah, I made you feel good but…why are you blowing up my phone? Is there money? No? Back up off me. 
  42. Nun for Free-Zonnique- We don’t do nothing for free. Amen, amen.
  43. Nothing is Promised- Mike Will Made-It & Rihanna- You can lose it as quickly as you got it. Be smart
  44. Rich-K. Michelle- The only way to solve rich people problems? Get richer. Grind ladies
  45. Sex With Me- Rihanna- If I could play this song every time I’m asked if I’m a sexual person…the time I could save.
  46. No Scrubs-TLC- No explanation needed. They knew.
  47. Buy the World- Mike Will Made-It- What you think we out here hustling for? We’re just trying to buy the world and do the impossible.

What would you add to this list? Do you have any favorite songs that you get ready to take over the world (or a wallet) to?

two rotten apples [m] | pt. 3

credit: x.

❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 21.489

GENRE → smut | angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | threesome | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | public sex | grinding | graphic dirty talk | slight female masturbation | overstimulation

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3 | 4COMING SOON


As the back of Jungkook’s head rested against the driver seat’s headrest, catching his breath, your glare hardened.

Once again, he’d fucked you and not cared whether you came or not. In fact, for the duration of his penis being in your vagina, he’d barely even touched you. And sadly, it hadn’t even occurred to you he’d used you once again until it was too late. Your clit didn’t matter to him apparently; your pleasure didn’t matter to him either. All that mattered was his dick. That’s all that ever fucking mattered.

After that weekend at the camping grounds where you actually came for once, you were expecting something better than whatever the fuck he called this performance. Your horny brain had quickly forgotten that it’d been your own fingers that got yourself off—not him—and those nights you spent in his tent were no exception. Why were you so surprised? This was Jungkook you were talking about—he would never fucking care about you or any part of you.

And that’s why this was the final fucking straw.

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anonymous asked:

one word prompt for Reddie — jealousy


hey anon-friend! ty for the prompt! here it is, some fluffy nonsense for you. it’s about lying in a bed and feeling safe and.. only a little bit about jealousy tbh but. i hope you like it! i don’t really mention ages here but they’re about 17. also icr if you can do read mores on mobile? but there’s a cut at some point cos i dont like long text posts. ty for reading! send me a one word prompt if you like! for any of the losers i love them all. (other reddie here and here)


Eddie’s pretty sure that Richie’s bed is the most comfortable place in the world. It’s a nest of blankets and pillows and Eddie would never actually sleep in it, because he’d probably get trapped under a pillow and then suffocate and die, but it’s a good place to escape to, when his mother’s at her worst. Like today, she’s screaming and he’s feeling tired and sick and strange so he goes over to Richie’s, and he ignores the voice at the back of his mind that’s telling him that this isn’t really the kind of shit you do with a friend, use his bed for comfort, his room for comfort, him for comfort, because most of the time he doesn’t actually care. Because he needs it. He needs to feel safe.

So he throws himself, face first, onto Richie’s bed, crawling up to the top, grabbing two of his pillows and holding them over his head, nuzzling his face into the soft. It muffles Richie’s voice and the bright sun through the windows and the sound of the wind outside. He feels the bed move near his butt, Richie joining him, and then a loss of pressure as he steals one of the pillows.

“Wanna talk about it, Eddie baby?” He hears him ask, like he’s speaking through a dream. He’s been calling him that a lot lately, Eddie baby, and he’s not sure how he feels about it. It’s somehow both better and worse than all the other nicknames.

“She thinks I’m dating someone,” says Eddie, muffled against the sheets. “Or fucking them I guess, whatever, she’s been leaving pamphlets about like… gonorrhea and syphilis all over the house and talking about how it rots your brain and makes you crazy and how dirty all the girls on my street are and it’s driving me crazy. Am I supposed to just listen to that? I feel like I should take Georgia Nichols across the road a… a fruit basket or some shit, you know? To apologise.”

Are you dating someone?”

“Wow, totally not the point, Richie.” Eddie struggles out from under his pillow, throws it at Richie who looks deceptively innocent, who laughs when the pillow knocks his glasses sideways. Eddie misses the softness immediately, steals the one Richie stole off him, turns away to bury his face in it again.

“Just come live with me and my totally normal family,” says Richie. Eddie can only see grey but he can feel Richie moving again, jostling up against his legs. When he settles he’s closer, Eddie can feel the warmth of his body somewhere near his hips. He takes the pillow off his face for a moment, squints behind him. Richie is leaning against the wall, legs bridging Eddie’s butt. Eddie hides himself in the pillow again. “It’ll be cute, like camp, we can steal my mum’s vodka and do shots around a fire.”

“Only if I get to have your bed,” says Eddie.

“Obviously we’ll top and tail,” says Richie, scornfully. He tickles Eddie’s foot and Eddie kicks out, is immediately satisfied when he connects with some part of Richie’s body, making him squeak. “Okay, asshole, you’re sleeping on the floor,” says Richie. “I think you broke my hand.”

“I think you broke your hand against my foot.”

“Hey turn around, I don’t like talking to you when I can’t see your face.”

Eddie does as he’s asked, casting the pillow aside and sitting up, gathering blankets around him instead. It’s not that he’s cold, not exactly, it’s just that there’s something about Richie’s bed that makes him feel safer, more solid in his body, like he gets strength from the weave of the fabric. Plus, it smells nice. Like sun-warmed cotton, like something sweet but not too sweet, sugar and lemons.

Richie smiles at him, nose wrinkled and hair wild, and that makes Eddie feel safer too.

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dave ubercharge’s really good meme baking tutorial

i serve the people.

i usually use paint, photoshop cs6, and paint tool sai, but you can do this on just ps. the reason i also use sai is to speed up the ‘saving as jpeg multiple times’ thing, and i think sai’s low quality jpeg is lower quality than ps’. without further ado:

1. pick the text. this is the most important step, of course. for this tutorial, i will be using the text ‘my nipples are fucking frozen’. i said this in a competitive match once when i was very cold. we still won.

2. pick a relevant image to use as the background. you can also use a solid colour or whatever else you want, but i think images are funnier. i’m gonna use a picture of a blizzard from google images (filtered ‘labelled for reuse with modification’).

3. apply the text to the image. i do this on paint because i’m fucking lazy and the kinda but kinda not anti-aliased text edges are funny to me. you can do this on photoshop. i use large size (large being relative to the image) bolded and italicized arial.

i gave myself a bit more canvas space for the next step.

4. apply the same text on top in a darker/lighter colour. i like putting it to the upper left of the original text. with ps, you can just fiddle around with the 2nd text layer to get it in the right position. with paint, you might have to try wiggling the text box a few times. it’s a waste of time compared to ps but for me, it’s just a part of the process making the end product funnier.

make sure your text is visible on top of the image! if it’s not, no biggie, use the fill bucket or just try different colours.

5. apply an overlay on top if desired. red is funny, but it doesn’t really work with what i want on this specific image, so i’m gonna use blue. it doesn’t really matter because the following steps are gonna ruin the colours anyway.

i used a light blue with linear burn. i saved it as a .jpeg after this.

remember to have lowest quality. even on this small version, you can see the start to the terrible things this image is going to endure!

6. here’s the fun part! you can mix these steps up, but i’ll just show how i more or less usually do it. go to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen. you can fiddle with the sliders and whatever.

save the image as a .jpeg again.

7. go to filter > blur > motion blur OR filter > blur > radial blur. motion blur is the diagonal (or up/down, or left/right) blur, radial blur has both the spinny and zoom blur. you can use more than one, if you want. since my abomination is already kind of annoying to read, i’m going to be light-handed with a spinny radial blur.

wow! that already looks pretty fucking bad, but we can go further:

8. go back to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen and apply that again. you can also do more overlays and blurring.

i decided to do all of that. here it is with another blue overlay, motion blur, and radial (zoom) blur.

i changed the sharpen settings before sharpening it again. do whatever you think looks good (or bad).

here’s the final image:

you can keep going, but i have stuff to do. some better baked images of mine:

i have a thing for 1. cropping the text weirdly and 2. red

other stuff you can do includes:

  1. doing both (or 3+) text layers on paint with a white bg, then stretching it weirdly before pasting it on the image bg (transparent selection, 2ndary colour should be white)
  2. using the fucking impact font for bad memes
  3. using lens flare (funnier if you have eyes in the image)
  4. stretching/distorting the image at any point
  5. using other filters, ps has plenty. experiment!
  6.  repenting

the beauty of this is that if you make mistakes, you can just re-bake the image, apply more effects, and it probably makes the image funnier.

It’s Hard Enough - Cooper!Reader X Jughead Jones - Part 2

Loved the Jughead imagine you just posted! Idk if anon is going to request part two with Veronica but if they do I have a possible idea haha. So the Cooper’s mom bombards the reader with more stress before school and she’s totally out of it until Veronica pulls her aside, comforts her and helps her approach Betty. It goes well and there’s a lot of crying between the two Cooper’s, so Veronica decides they’ll go to Pop’s to cheer up. Jughead is there and the reader gets adorably flustered

I only have one thing to ask…Part three????

Originally posted by thejugheadjones


It was a few days after you talked to Jughead in Pop’s and things had been going pretty well. You often found yourself hanging out with Jughead during lunch in the library. He would show you his progress of his novel to which you would become amazed at his writing skills. He would also ask you about your family and how you were doing. You were always truthful with one another, you were open about your feelings and he shared his own troubles. Your friendship was blossoming before your very eyes. It was the accidental brush of fingers and the lingering looks that pulled you to him further. From what you could tell, it wasn’t one sided either. Just the fact he still wanted you around whenever he could was a good sign; but then your anxiety would get the better of you. Why would he, a smart and good-looking Sophomore, want to date you, a mediocre Freshman? That answer seemed to be lost in the deepest corners of your mind, because now things were bad again.

“I can’t have you being distracted by boys like Betty. Focus on your studies, join at least 3 clubs for your transcript, and go off to a good college. Any less than that would be a disappointment, now wouldn’t it?” Your mother’s voice echoed in your head from this morning. You were walking next to Betty, who had heard it all, at school. Flashes of this morning danced before your eyes; Mother yelling then you agreeing, Betty protesting, Mother screaming, then you and Betty crying. Your mother had said some things to say the least, and going to school right after that horror show wasn’t the best idea. You could still feel the stinging in your eyes and your sniffly nose fought against you when you and Betty told Veronica that “we’re fine.”

It didn’t help that you got a few texts from Jughead in the morning asking if you wanted to hangout at Pop’s after school. When you made it to 3rd Period, your Writing Class, you were already exhausted and wanted to be anywhere but there. You sat down in a random seat and started to pull out the notes from Friday when you saw a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye. “Y/N,” he started, “are you okay?” You turned in your seat to face him and saw that his blue eyes were full of worry. “Yeah, I’m good why?” You obviously were lying, and you knew Jughead noticed by the way his eyebrows furrowed. “You didn’t reply to my texts this morning,” he said, his voice hushed to not arouse suspicion. Luckily you were saved from having to talk to him any longer because the bell rang and your teacher started class. During the whole period, you could feel Jughead’s eyes on you. If it was under different circumstances, you might’ve enjoyed the attention, but right now all you wanted to do was escape. So when the bell rang you darted out of the classroom and walked as quickly as you could to the next class.

During lunch, you sat with Betty and her friends rather than Jughead. You just didn’t want to face him after that. The lunch period was rather uneventful; Archie seemed to be quiet and wouldn’t look at Betty, so it was Kevin and Veronica that carried the conversation. You were about to chime in when your phone buzzed against your leg. You pulled it out and saw it was a text notification from Jughead.

Jughead ;} : I won’t be able to be there for you if you don’t talk to me.

Jughead ;} : Whenever you want to see me, just text me, okay?

You didn’t have the chance to reply because the lunch bell rang. You and your sister barely made it through the rest of the day without breaking down. Veronica, being one of the greatest friends ever, noticed this and confronted the both of you after school.

“If you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong, that’s fine, but I’m taking you two out to Pops to hang out whether you like it or not.” Betty tried to protest but Veronica silenced her with a raised finger, “Aunt Ronnie is not letting anyone mope.” She drove you both to the diner, in an uncomfortable silence. When you all arrived, each one of you ordered a milkshake and found a secluded booth.

“So, what’s up?” Veronica asked as if nothing was wrong. Betty was about to answer with a cliche answer but you beat her to it. “Our mom hasn’t been the kindest woman to us lately.” You looked at Betty who merely nodded in agreement. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Veronica asked, her voice laced with concern. You shrugged and Betty didn’t say a word. “Well, you two can sleep over at my place whenever you need to, okay?” She asked, reaching her hands across the table to hold on of yours and one of Betty’s. “Thank you, Veronica.” Betty said, her blue eyes happy and clear for the first time that day. You nodded in agreement and then Veronica changed the subject to Archie. She and Betty talked it out and you found yourself looking out the window of the diner.

It was a nice day outside, unlike the last time you were here. The rain pattering against the window and enjoying Jughead’s company. Jughead; you felt a pit in your stomach at the thought of him. You had left him out of the loop, lied to him. You found your phone and was about to text him when you saw the notification.

Jughead ;} : Second booth nearest to the bathroom, if you want to sit.

You smiled softly at your phone. “Hey Betty I got to go to the bathroom.” Betty nodded and scooted out of the booth so you could get out. You walked past the main door and the little divider and saw him sitting there. He looked up and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards a little. You walked over and sat down next to him, your shoulders brushing his.

“I’m sorry about before.” You said and Jughead nodded. “I understand if you don’t what to see me Y/N, I’m not the friendliest of person but at least tell me.”

“Oh, that’s not why I,” you let out a quiet laugh, “I had a really bad morning and I didn’t well, I didn’t talk to anyone at school.”

“What happened?” He asked, and you were caught off guard by the kindness in his eyes. You proceeded to tell him what happen between you, your sister, and your mother in the morning. He listened to every word and it seemed he got closer each time you spoke. “Is there-” He started, but he stopped himself. He turned his eyes to the table, hand curled in fists on the stand. You rested your hand on his forearm, causing him to look back at you. “It’s okay, Jug. I’m going to be okay.” You didn’t know what it was exactly; the fact that his handle was suddenly holding yours or if it was the way he was looking at you, but you believed what you had said. As long as Jughead was around, you felt that you would be just fine. Suddenly, Jughead was closer, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

“Can I?” He whispered and you felt a hot blush rise to your cheeks. Despite that, you found the bravery to answer him. “Y-yes.”

His lips were soft when they met yours. You fumbled a bit at first, this being your first kiss. Jughead didn’t seem to care, he only kissed you back harder. His hand cupped your neck and your hands found his jaw. He pulled away slowly, only to rest his forehead against yours. You were both catching your breaths, staring into each other’s eyes. You let out a winded laugh and so did he. “I’ll be better than okay.” You whispered and Jughead leaned in again, giving you a slower, sweeter kiss than before. Your hands pulled gently on his sweater, trying to bring him closer. If it wasn’t the pesky need to breath, you would probably never stop kissing him. You sensed Jughead felt the same way, judging how he brushed his nose against yours. It suddenly felt hot in the diner, and you were brought back to reality. You looked over and saw that Betty and Veronica were still talking, but you didn’t what to risk taking too long.

“I should go back, so they don’t suspect anything.” You whispered, but Jughead only kissed you in response. It was a quick peck, but it still left you wanting more. “Okay,” he whispered back, “text me if anything gets to be too much, yeah?” You gave him a soft smile and nodded. You reached your hand up, letting your fingertips brushing against his cheek. He closed his eyes at the touch, as if he was waiting for this moment for months. “I will.” You murmured as you slid out of the booth. You walked back to your sister and your friend, sitting down next to Veronica this time. “What did you do, fall in?” Veronica joked, and Betty laughed. A grin crept onto your features and you looked up and saw Jughead leaving the diner. He gave you a look, that no one else saw, and left. “Yeah,” you said with a smile, “I fell in.”

about reposting…

Hello! Thanks so so much for letting me know about the reposter; not only have they reposted my crop top series without credit, that also reposted my decora series, crediting the wrong person! (x x) I don’t really know how to use my instagram account, but i’ll try to contact them, thank you for letting me know.

As lenient as I am about reposting, this person still failed to follow them. My only requirements for reposting is to credit me and not to repost on something i’m already using (tumblr, twitter, pixiv).

Saying something like “credit to the artist” is not a proper way to credit. I know the purpose is to officially claim that you didn’t make it, but saying “credit to the artist” doesn’t give the artist any exposure at all. With no credits, artists are unable to find their works and ask the reposter to take it down. It is the reposter’s job, their responsibility, to reverse image search the image and find the original artist to the best of their ability. There is no way around this; if you say that you didn’t give credits because you don’t know who the artist is, you’re in the wrong. If you don’t know the artist, you shouldn’t repost it at all. No exceptions. It’s extra work, but if you want to be respected to any degree, it’s the least you can do.

(If you don’t know how to reverse image search: open up google image search, click on the camera icon

choose whether you have the url or saved image, and upload it.

When it uploads, click on the link that says “All sizes”

Browse to the best of your ability for the original artist, this will take time, but there is no way around that. Pinterest is not a source, but it may help you find the original.

)

Reposting is generally a horrible practice, but I know that with the internet, it’s impossible to avoid. However, there is a better way to do it rather than just pulling images as you will. I imagine the biggest reason why reposters do this kind of thing is because they don’t understand the consequences of their actions. Heavy reposting can genuinely and deeply hurt an artist’s career. I have heard stories of artists that deleted their presence of the internet after becoming disheartened by reposts. This is the answer that reposters argue is the actual solution, saying something along the lines of “If you didn’t want it reposted, why put it on the internet?” Along with that, if an artist uses an artwork that has been reposted in a portfolio to present for a job or school, they can be denied completely. There’s also the fact that reposting can lead to false crediting, and split exposure. If you repost on the same website, the notes will be split between the original and the repost, hurting the artist’s chance at exposure and attention. In the example, a reposter ended up gaining the credit and attention of an audience around 300 thousand strong, and that audience includes potential clients. So it may not seem like much, but reposting can hurt an artist’s professional life and self worth. The argument is that if an artist doesn’t want their work to be reposted, they shouldn’t upload onto social media. However, nowadays uploading onto the internet is the best way for artists to gain exposure and start a career. And also, it’s a disgusting thing to blame the artist in this situation.

Some artists are more strict about reposting than others, enough to watermark all their artwork with “do not repost” and stuff. Some artists are more transparent about that than others. This is why it is so so important to ask permission before reposting. Many artists are more than thankful that people ask permission. If you don’t have permission, don’t repost, no exceptions. There’s a chance that the artist will never respond (maybe language barrier or inactivity or otherwise) if this is the case, just don’t repost. Often the artist will be transparent about their reposting rules (i have mine in my about), so try browsing that before reposting too.

With all this in mind, there is no justifiable reason to repost art without proper credit or permission. If you repost any artwork at all without credits, you are doing a horrible and disgusting act, feeding off of the hard work of artists for the sake of your own satisfaction. Saving work to admire on your personal device is different from saving and then uploading to a social media to feed off of attention that you don’t deserve is disgusting. With the internet, it’s impossible to completely eliminate this kind of behavior, but it’s disgusting to have a community that is so content with it.

Thank you to those who read. I know only those who care will actually read it all, but hopefully i was able to convince at least one person. This is a serious situation.

edit: Mystic.rfa has been very understanding in taking down work and searching for credits. They are relieved that anons on tumblr have been contacting artists because they can now more easily find credits.

How to Make Maths Notes

Hey everyone! Following my post on How to Make Notes on a Laptop, I received another lovely ask to describe how I make notes for subjects that have lots of workings and diagrams (such as Maths)

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anonymous asked:

Hi, are you receiving requests? If you are, can u do a version of "Intruder" but with Jungkook? Thanks

YAssS thank you for requesting this anon!!!!

Here’s a link to INTRUDER: YOONGI VERSION

HERE IS A LINK TO PART2 

Summary: Post couple fight shenanigans (lmao dank memes are NOT a good influence on me)
Genre: Angst (but bless y’all, it’s a happy ending)
Pairing: Jungkook x reader

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Goodbye Skam

Hello everybody

Since as we all know Skam is ending tomorrow I just wanted to take a moment to write a post thanking all the amazing people I’ve met here and that have made the Skam experience so much better.

You know, I remember the exact moment when my life here in Tumblr changed. It was the day that the last clip of episode 4x03 was about to air. I remember that I had this scene in my head and I decided to write it and post it even though I’ve never really liked to share my writings because I’ve always thought that I’m no good at it. I remember that after that I went to the cinema and when I got out of it I checked Tumblr and I was completely overwhelmed by the support and love you all showed to that drabble. And after that I decided to post another fic and after that another one and another one and another one until today.

Another meaningful moment for me was when I decided to do the Skam Week. I remember being so crashed after episode 5 that I thought I’d never write anything again but when I saw that everybody here in Tumblr was as sad as I was I decided to try to make everyone feel a little bit better and that’s how the Skam Week was born and let me tell you that I can’t thank you all enough for the support that you showed me during that week. Just the simple thought of one person taking the time to read something that I’ve written, it still amazes me.

I can’t put into words how amazing and special this season has been for me. Because I’ve had the chance to live it with all of you and that have made the whole experience a lot better. The excitement I got every time there was an update and I got to share my thoughts with you and you share yours with mine that’s something I’ve never taken for granted and it’s one of the things I’m going to miss the most.

I love Skam as a whole but this season has been special for me because I’ve got to live the full experience, I’ve got to feel the anxiety and excitement while waiting for an update, feel the frustration when the update wasn’t what we expected, feel the joy when it was better than we expected. I’ve cried, I’ve laughed, I’ve got angry and I’ve got happy and what this season has made me feel no show has ever made me feel. And again, a huge part of that is thanks to all of you who are here every day sharing this experience with me, making me feel part of something.

When things went wrong in my life for whatever reason, when I was overwhelmed or sad I’d just go in here and see your posts and your messages and I would instantly get in a better mood. When I was too tired to even write or to even think I’d tell myself “you have to do this, you owe it to them”.

With all these what I want to say is THANK YOU. Thank you, thank you and a thousand times thank you for being there to share this experience with me, via fanfics, via posts, via direct messages, via anon messages. Everything.

I’m not going to mention all the people that has been there for me one by one because I’d never end but I want to thank each of you who has taken a little bit of your time to read something I’ve posted, being it a fic or not, who has taken the time to like, reblog, comment or send me an ask. Thank you to everyone who has lived with me in my denial island where everything was happy. Thank to all of you lovely people with who I’ve been sharing conversations about Skam and about life via chats, you know who you are and you’re all super important to me. Thank you to all of you who have taken the time to translate the clips and the texts because without you, us international fans wouldn’t be able to enjoy this amazing show.

And finally, thank you SKAM.

Thank you because when I say that this show has taken over my life I swear I’m not exaggerating. This show has taken over my life this season and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. And especially Yousef and Sana’s relationship, I’ve never been so invested in a ship in my life because what they made me feel, I can’t even put it into words, it’s the purest relationship I’ve ever seen.

I know that once I watch the last clip I’m going to feel like a part of me has been taken and I know it’s going to be really hard to deal with the loss of Skam but I’m sure that we will survive this because we are a family. And I’d like to take this chance to say that even if tomorrow the clip isn’t what we would like it to be let’s all try to enjoy it because it’s the last clip we’ll ever get and I want us to enjoy it together, no wars, no fights.

Thank you Julie Andem for creating this show, even if sometimes we’ve wanted to kill you, you’re an awesome writer and I’ve never seen a more perfect show in my life. The way this show makes me feel with one scene, with one look, with one sentence, with one song even with one text, it’s something I’ve never felt with any other show.

Thank you Sana Bakkoush for teaching me that hate doesn’t come from religion, it comes from fear. Thank you for teaching me that we have to put other people first and we have to be nice to everyone even when they wrong us. But also thank you for teaching me that we need to speak up for ourselves and fight against the unfair. Thank you for represent all of us who feel like we’re not the main character in our own lives. Thank you for being the way you are and for teaching us to be tolerant and respectful and that we should rather be true losers than fake winners.

Thank you Isak Valtersen for teaching me that we’re not alone. Thank you for teaching me that life is now and that we should rather live a true life than a fake one. Thank you for being the one who introduced me to this amazing show.

Thank you Noora Amalie Sætre for teaching me that everyone we meet is fighting a battle we know nothing about and to be kind, always. Thank you for teaching me that people need people and that our body needs potatoes.

Thank you Eva Kviig Mohn for teaching me that our opinion of ourselves should be more important than the opinion people have about us. Thank you for teaching me to forgive and to ask for forgiveness.

Thank you Vilde, Chris, Yousef, Elias, Even, Mutta, Adam, Mikael, Jonas, Magnus, Mahdi, Linn, Eskild and every single character of this show for teaching me what a true friendship is. Thank you for teaching me what true love is. Thank you for teaching me that every story has two sides, two versions, and that we shouldn’t make assumptions until we know all the story. Thank you for teaching me that everyone makes mistakes and that we should learn from them.

Thank you SKAM for being the best show I’ve ever watched.

And thank you all for sharing this experience with me.

SKAM will end soon but we will always have it in our hearts and we won’t ever forget what this show has taught us.

THANK YOU.

And remember

ALT ER LOVE. ALT ER SKAM.

anonymous asked:

Hello, i want to start making aesthetics, but I have no idea where to start... like for example where do you find the images? a how do you make them smaller without them getting blurry and then how do you put them together.. and how do you change the backgrounds to different colors.. like i'm so lost.. can you give me some tips? i would be grateful :)*

how to make aesthetics like this

okay, so idk if i’m the best person to answer this, but i’ll be doing my best to put up an easy-to-understand tutorial for you. we’ll be going step-by-step :) all the stuff is under the cut since it was rather long

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So Ready to Wake Up- George Washington X Reader

a/n: @boss-headcanons i started writing this for you since i realized i hadn’t done some gwash in awhile. this is the first time i have not slipped into angst since forever. (and yes, the title is a reference to Natasha, Pierre and The Great Comet of 1812,,,) also i am not posting this at 1am so that’s good?

warnings: none, i think. msg me/send me an anon if i am incorrect!

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Full Moons and Naps

Requested?: Yes

Could you write a teen wolf imagine where Liam is having trouble with his shift and he’s upset he can’t control it and asks for Derek’s gf bc she’s like a mom to him and she comforts him maybe holds him in her arms until he calms down and eventually falls asleep in her lap? And she calls him cute names like hun or sweetie if that’s ok please xx

reader x Derek hale, motherly figure!reader x liam dunbar. The reader will be 21 in this imagine.

(I said this was going to be posted next week but I ended up typing it today and finished it today whoops lol)

thank you, anon. enjoy xx


It was the full moon tonight and it was something that Liam dreaded every time. He only dreaded it because he didn’t have a good grasp on controlling himself through the full moon yet, all the advice everyone gave him just never seemed to work. It was frustrating and he wasn’t sure if he could ever control it.

“Hey,” Scott said, catching up to Liam, keeping a steady pace with him as they walked the halls. “Full moon tonight, don’t forget.”

The young boy sighed, “How could I not?” He mumbled.

Scott sensed the defeat in Liam’s voice, he stopped and pulled Liam to the side, his voice low. “We’ll all meet in Derek’s loft today after school. I’m sure Derek can help you.” He said encouragingly.

“We tried already, remember?!” Liam burst. “You weren’t able to help me; Derek wasn’t able to help me… No one can help me!”

People were beginning to look on, “It’s just math, Liam. You’ll be okay, we’ll find you a tutor.” He said to cover up Liam’s outburst. He gave Liam a stern look. “It won’t happen overnight, learning to control yourself during the full moon takes time.”

Liam glanced at him and took a deep breath. “It’ll take time…” He mumbled back to Scott, who patted his back and started in the other direction. “See you at Derek’s.” Liam said before he was out of ear shot.


Currently, he was sitting in his math class, just trying to concentrate on figuring out these equations when the tips of his fingers started feeling tender and painful when he put pressure to them. Liam looked down and saw his claws had come out.

His eyes widened as he quickly shoved his hands under his desk. He began to panic because it was only the afternoon, there was no way his shift could happen this early. Full moon isn’t even out yet. Liam grabbed his bag and left the classroom, ignoring the teacher calling after him.

Liam didn’t know where to go, he didn’t want to go home because his parents are there. After a bit, he calmed down and made up his mind. Liam texted Scott and told him that he was going to Derek’s loft, hoping that Derek would be there.

He approached the door and knocked on the three times. As he waited, he heard light sounding footsteps. It sounded nothing like Derek’s because his footsteps were heavy. Finally, the door opened and there stood (Y/N), Derek’s girlfriend.

“Shouldn’t you be in school, honey?” You ask, stepping aside so he could come in. As he walked by, you ruffled his hair some.

“Is Derek here?” He asked, not answering your question. Liam set down his backpack on the counter and waited for the reply.

(Y/N) shook her head and leaned on the counter, “He went to go run some errands, but he’ll be back later tonight.” She crossed her arms, “What’s the matter?”

Liam sighed and his shoulders slumped. “I can’t control my shift during the full moon and it’s annoying.” He looked towards (Y/N), and she nodded, waiting for him to continue. “And I’m pretty sure that I was going to shift during school because my claws came out, see!” He held up a hand, but all (Y/N) saw was a hand. Regular human hand.

“I literally stay awake just thinking about how the full moon is going to go.” He admitted. In no way was he embarrassed to tell (Y/N) any of this because she was like a mother figure to him. He came to her with his supernatural problems even though she was a human herself, but she still managed to give him advice with the help of Derek, of course.

(Y/N) started chuckling, more to herself rather than Liam.

“What?”

(Y/N) started walking towards Liam, “Oh sweetheart,” She began to lead him to the couch. She sat down first and pat the spot next to her, signaling him to sit down. Once Liam sat down, she faced him, a genuine smile on her face. “Sweetheart, you’re just tired. I can see it in your face.” She touched his cheek and said, “I think you need a nap.”

At first, Liam scoffed. He didn’t need a nap, what he needed was to control his shift during the full moon. But, the longer he sat on the couch, the more he realized that he actually was tired. He gave in and nodded, “Maybe I do.”

The older one nodded, “Okay, I’ll move to the recliner-“before she could finish, Liam cut her off.

“Actually,” He said, “Could you stay with me until I fall asleep?” He asked timidly.

The genuine smile came back as (Y/N) nodded, “Of course, hun.” She got comfortable and let Liam rest his head on her lap. She began to play with his hair, not in a flirtatious way, but a soft motherly way. Not even five minutes later, she could hear Liam snoring lightly.

The pack and Derek walked into the room to find (Y/N) and Liam on the couch, Liam fast asleep on her lap and (Y/N) reading a book. Before they could get any closer, (Y/N) put a finger to her lips, signaling for them to be quiet. They obeyed your wish and kept quiet until the young werewolf woke up.

It wasn’t a surprise that the pack would give Liam hell for falling asleep on Derek’s girlfriend, but it was all in good fun and they knew that (Y/N) was like a mother figure to him.

During the full moon later that night, Liam had better luck with controlling his shift and he knew it would take some time before he could control it completely.

(Y/N) and Derek stood in the kitchen, both leaning on the counter as the last of the teens left the loft to go home.

Liam stopped at Derek and (Y/N) before heading out, “I had better luck this time, (Y/N)!” He said, hoping she’d be proud. She was most definitely proud of him.

“You did good, sweetie.” You ruffled his hair one last time and sent him home.

As (Y/N) began to walk back to her spot by Derek, he gently grabbed her by her waist and pulled her close. “You know you helped him with that? Controlling his shift?”

She nodded, a smile on her lips, “I know.”

He smiled, which was very rare of Derek. “You did good, babe.” She nodded again and reached up to give Derek a small kiss on the lips.

“I know.”

it’s (not) enough. | jeonghan

member: yoon jeonghan / fem!reader
genre/warning(s): angst, fluff, romance.
word count: 2,700+
lengthy a/n: hi, again! first, i just wanna say thank you so much for all the kind feedback you all left regarding my last mingyu fic. seriously, you all gave me so much motivation to keep writing and my heart still beats faster just thinking about it! it’s positive responses like those that keep a writer content, happy, and motivated. so thank you!

⇢ also, this particular fic was requested by a dear anon that goes by missk. here’s hoping this didn’t take too long to be posted, and i hope you all enjoy it! ♥


It would be dishonest of you to deny the fact that, yes, you’ve mulled over the possibility of someone holding substantial significance in your life somehow forgetting your birthday, at least once. It’s only natural to contemplate over the what if factor of life, even if you’re confident that the chance of such an unfortunate event was slim to none.

Well, life has a funny and rather cruel way of reminding everyone that it’s never under anyone’s control…

You notice, with much scorn, how hard it is to deal with having your birthday forgotten. You never thought it would be hard, for you always predicted it would be embarrassing, infuriating, or even heartbreaking instead, at the most. And yet, it’s hard when your beloved family and friends start asking about Jeonghan’s whereabouts during your party. It’s hard to conjure up an excuse on his behalf when he doesn’t deserve it. He should be berated, called out, and disregarded on your special night, but you just can’t seem to do that.

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Steve leaves tony and Tony learns he's pregnant

Seeee, now I had this wonderful angsty idea swimming in my head for a while about pregnant Tony being left behind for reasons I haven’t decided yet and now I have the perfect opportunity to show this part that I’ve really wanted to show peeps. So here’s some past-stony with endgame ironpanther and some small blink-and-you-miss ironhusbands, if you want to see that. 

a/b/o au where it’s frowned upon for a child not to have at least one alpha parent claim them as their own. Doesn’t necessarily mean they have to have an alpha be their parent by blood, just that an alpha (family friend, uncle, cousin, brother/sister-in law, anyone close really) takes them under their wing. All nothing but titles. 


There were many painful things Tony had gone through in his life, physically and emotionally that would’ve left many throw in the towel and give up on everything, but none of those painful experiences had been as rewarding as the moment he first held his baby son and daughter. Labor be damned.

The lungs on the pair were strong and their cries powerful. Too young for their orientation to be known yet but Tony knew for sure they would grow up to be well respected and stand tall with nothing to hold them back. 

At least they would until their unfortunate circumstance Tony had placed them under was revealed and their status would greatly plummet. Not even an alpha would be able to recover from the taint of being unclaimed, to be raised without the influence of an alpha prime. Even with the progress done in modern society the belief that a child raised without an alpha prime in their name would grow up to be a nuisance with no possible future or benefit. That was all bullshit and the mentality of old traditionalist, but the opinions of many did cause a stir and lowered their chances to even have equal footing to the rest fortunate enough to have an alpha prime take them under their wing. 

Tony had doomed his own children even before they were born. 

As he held them with such happiness and pride, the wrongs of the world unable to touch them at the moment, he couldn’t ignore the shadow that loomed over them. The soft eyes of pity from the nurses and the doctor as they watched the single omega hold his children alone without an alpha prime present to claim them was a reminder that his most precious and joyous moment wouldn’t last long. The reality of society would soon bring it’s ugly head in and not even the children of Tony Stark could escape it’s harshness. 

“I’m sorry, little ones. I can’t do more.” 

His beautiful children didn’t respond, naturally. They were oblivious of the disgraceful life they were brought into and had no idea what was waiting for them. For now all Tony could do was hold them and pray his love was enough for now. And the resentment wouldn’t nearly kill him. 

“Mister Stark?” the doctor came forth, looking uncomfortable with a birth certificate in hand. “Is there anyone to claim them?” 

Shame prevented Tony from looking at the doctor straight in her eyes. “No. No one. Just me.” 

Thankfully she didn’t say anything. There was no need to. Everyone was well aware of what the future would bring for the newborns and there was nothing to be done about it. 

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anonymous asked:

Heyyaaa!! So I never really challenged the idea of romione but I never had any strong feelings about them either except as friends, whereas with other characters I had very definite ideas of who I thought they should be with. So basically I caught up in your love of Hermione and krum together and wanted to know if you have any headcanons about them? Like how they got together eventually or little things about them? Sorry if you've already answered a Q similar to this before:/

This is so sweet, I’m so glad you were open to them! They’re so precious to me :) And ah, I’m terrible at headcanons, but I’ll do my best to capture how I see them


Hermione goes to Muggle uni, takes a shitload of classes in almost every discipline, aces everything, and can’t stop telling her friends about all the new things she’s learning and how she can interweave physics into magic. She becomes friends with Muggles who challenge and push her, grounding her when she gets too in her head and cheering her on whenever she presents her findings at a conference

When she’s in grad school, she’s rushing to her flat after a particularly hectic TA assignment (why can’t the undergrads just read the instructions), in desperate need of solitude and a good book, when she slams right into someone, causing her stack of books to topple over and litter the sidewalk. Cursing her luck, she spares a frown for the person who had the ill fortune to stand in her way before doing a double take because that- that couldn’t be- what’s Viktor Krum doing at Oxford?

Turns out he’s in England for a game and came to campus for a poetry slam and to try to ring Hermione (they’ve kept in contact, of course, so he knows she’s here)

He invites her along and even though poetry slams are usually more of a Luna thing (and a Ginny thing, since she always goes to support her girlfriend and glare at anyone who has the audacity to laugh at Luna’s poems), Hermione agrees, flushed and giddy and eager in a way that she rarely feels outside of the classroom or the lab

He’s still so quiet, so she feels the urge to babble at first, but whenever he speaks, it’s with a maturity and insightfulness that touches her. And he’s so observant- she feels seen, really seen. Not as a grad student or a TA or the brightest witch of her age, but as Hermione

They start dating again, and although at first it’s long distance, she feels more fulfilled by it than she can say. She likes her space, and he’s far better at opening up in letters than he is in person, so she feels closer to him than ever. And during his off season, he can spend as much time with her as he can, which is overwhelming and exciting and confusing because he fits into her life so perfectly and what does that mean? She doesn’t need a guy- of course she doesn’t- and is more than comfortable being single, but if she meets someone who complements her and makes her feel supported and cherished, she should go for it, right?

And so she does. Once she finishes her PhD, she looks for professorships near his home, moving her things into his house little by little. She goes to as many games of his as she can manage (and yes, she does occasionally read during them- Quidditch matches are long, and his part is only at the end! He doesn’t mind though and he bursts with pride whenever he sees her in the stands), and he approaches Seeking with new determination, wanting to catch the Snitch as quickly as possible so he can get home to his girl

During the summers, they travel the world together. Hermione learns everything she can about the local culture, tucking herself away in libraries for hours at a time. Viktor loves to join her, content to either read a novel as she studies or just watch her

They wait awhile to have kids; Hermione wants to focus on her career and Viktor’s always busy with Quidditch, so they figure that’s best. When they finally do get pregnant, Viktor decides to stay home with the baby (and Hermione glares at anyone who’s surprised by this because how dare they assume she should be the one to put her career on hold). Viktor loves it, loves the simplicity of staying home with their daughter and playing make believe games out in the meadow and surprising Hermione with homemade cupcakes when she gets back from work. He teaches their daughter how to fly and Hermione teaches her, well, everything- she approaches everything as a learning experience, and their daughter soaks it all up like a sponge

Their relationship is natural and peaceful and has a quiet, slow burning intensity to it, one that lights them up from the inside and makes them glow

Attacked Part 2

Hellooo my beautiful people! So this is part two to this imagine, and I’m honestly surprised by how many of yall  requested part 2. I was suffering from a bit of writer’s block(as always) for this story, but I got this idea from an anon, so thank you so much whoever you are. I don’t think it’s all that and a bag of chips, but it’s pretty good. I hope yall like it!!


It’s been weeks since Calum, or anyone, has heard a word from you. After the day you left, it was as if you’d dropped off the face of the earth. You weren’t active on any social media, you wouldn’t reply to anyone’s text, and no one knew where you were. Well, besides your bestfriend of course. You were living with her until you could find a place of your own, but from the looks of it, she wasn’t letting you leave any time soon.

“You gotta get up Y/N. We’ve been locked in my apartment for weeks.”

“I don’t wanna go out there.”

“Are you still scared?” She questioned with a sigh, sitting on the edge of the spare bed.

“No, it’s just…the world is so fucking cruel. I’d rather be locked in here than be out there.”

“Good point, but we’re leaving.”

“Y/BF/N, no.” You whined as she pulled the covers off of you. You attempted to tug them over your head but she yanked harder and they fell to the floor.“ I don’t wanna.”

“But you’re gonna. Now get dressed so we can go catch a movie or I’m dragging you out the house in penguin pajamas.”


“Calum, you’ve seriously have to stop this.”

“Stop what?” He looked up at his best mate in confusion.

“All this moping around.” Luke sighed, plopping beside him in the black SUV.The four boys were just now leaving their hotel for a scheduled meet in greet in thirty minutes.

“I’m not moping.”

“Then what do you call it?”

Calum only stared at Luke blankly for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh.

“So what if I’m moping? ”

“Luke, leave Calum be.” Ashton sighed as he and Michael climbed into the next row of leather seats.

“I’m just sayin’.” Luke shrugged his shoulders.

“My girlfriend got attacked, left me, and then disappeared all in the same day.” Calum complained.“I deserve to mope.”

“And I understand that, but-”

“But what?”

“Nothing, mate. Nevermind.” Luke gave up on trying to prove his point knowing it was damn near impossible with Calum. He pulled out his earphones and stared out the window as he drowned his friends out. 

Even though Calum knew that he wouldn’t find anything on your social media pages, he decided to check again just in case. He started off with your twitter, sighing when the last thing he saw was from the day before you left. He then went to check your instagram, his heart beating fast when there was an upload of you and Y/BF/N cheesing at the camera. The two of you seemed to be in a arcade having the time of your lives.

“She uploaded something!” Calum grinned from ear to ear and turned around in his seat to show everybody.

“She looks like she’s okay.”Luke concluded after examining the photo.

“Really? I was starting to think she was dead.” Michael joked.

“Now do you feel better knowing she’s safe and sound with Y/BF/N?” Ashton questioned and Calum nodded.

It was eating him alive that he didn’t know what happened to you or where you went. After you left Calum felt broken; it was as if a piece of him was missing. After being with someone for almost two years and living with them for one, something just always feels off. He often finds himself  subconsciously making and ordering food for two, turning over in the middle of the night to cuddle, and even walking to the other room to show a funny meme even though she’s no longer there. These past few weeks have been hard on him and it definitely didn’t help that he was worried sick about you.  

It didn’t take long for the band to arrive at the venue. Of course it was surrounded by screaming girls and the boys knew that it was going to be a long day. They all smiled kindly and waved at the fans as they walked entered the building to get set up at the long white table, taking their seats and waiting for the security to start allowing the fans to come in. It was going normally; they were asked a lot of questions, goofed around, signed, hugged, and took pictures with the girls. It was only when a two girls showed up and began having a conversation about Y/N with Calum when he really started to get in his feelings.

“Have you heard from Y/N? Is she okay?” The teen asked, reaching to push loose strands of auburn hair into her ponytail. 

“I haven’t been able to talk to her,”Calum shrugged his shoulders,” but she’s okay.”

“I saw what those girls did to her. It was so fucked up.”

“Yeah.” Her friend shook her head.”We were about to ask her for a picture when they just attacked her. She wasn’t doing anything but getting cereal.”

“You were there?” Calum furrowed his eyebrows and the two nodded their heads.

“Yeah, I recorded it and posted it on tumblr. It went viral there, I’m surprised it isn’t viral on twitter.” The girl spoke as she unlocked her phone and began to search for the video.

“It’s time for you girls to move now, we have others who want pictures with Calum.” One of their security guards came to escort them to the exit, but Calum told him to wait.”Calum-”

“It’s about, Y/N, it’s important.” 

That was all it took for the guard to leave them alone. You had made good friends with the 5sos crew. Almost everyone accepted you as if you were their daughter, so when they found out what happened they were devastated.

“Here it is.”

“We haven’t found their twitters or instagrams or whatever, but a lot of people on tumblr are still looking.” Her friend informed and Calum felt his eyes watering as he watched them attack you.

How could they do this to you? How could they do this to anyone? Calum understood the dedication some fans had and he greatly appreciated it, but why would they go this far? He examined the girl’s faces anytime they appeared on camera and made sure to not forget them. 

“Uh, thank you for showing me this.” He sniffed, quickly wiping away the tear that escaped from his eye.

“No, problem. I hope you two can work everything out.” The auburn haired girl smiled and went for a hug, her friend joining in shortly. 

Calum allowed them to write their twitter and instagram accounts on his hand and gave them one more hug before they made their way out. It was around two hours later when there were only a handful of girls left and the meet and greet was almost over. Three girls were going along taking pictures with the others boys while Calum finished up with a dark haired girl.

“Hey, Calum!” A strawberry blonde and her two brunette friends made their way to them with huge smiles on their faces. Calum gave them a grin before bidding the dark haired girl goodbye, turning to give them his full attention.

“I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you!” The taller brunette squealed.

It took Calum some time, but soon he began to realise exactly who these three were. His whole mood was ruined as he felt his breathing become quicker and his body heat up from the anger bubbling inside of him. Calum was a gentleman, he knew he’d never hit a girl, but in that moment he wanted to drop-kick all three.

“It was you.” He simply said as he glared, wishing they’d disintegrate.

“What?”

“You’re the ones that attacked Y/N!” He suddenly shouted, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Calum, you don’t know if-” Ashton walked over but was interrupted.

“I do! These girls showed me the video earlier and it was them!”

By now almost all of the remaining fans were quiet, watching the altercation with wide eyes. The fandom has seen Calum lose his cool with a sarcastic comment or slight attitude, but this? This was full out anger. Skin flushed, vein popping anger.

“Why would you do that?! What in your fucking mind would tell you to attack my fucking girlfriend and say shit like that to her?  She was minding her own business and you had the damn nerve to go up to her and assault her? What the hell did you think that was going to do, huh? Get you a better chance to be with me? Because I for sure wouldn’t want to go with selfish, evil bitches like you.”

At this point everyone’s mouths were dropped. The three girls stared at Calum with teary eyes, but he didn’t care. All he could see was red and the three girls who caused him and his love pain.

“Did you even think about what that would do to me? To her? Y/N’s fucking amazing! She was the best thing that’s ever happened to me! I was planning on marrying her soon and now you’ve got her too fucking scared to even be in a relationship wit me! I lost a piece of me because you had so much hatred for someone you didn’t even fucking know!” Calum’s eyes welled up with tears as he yelled at the girl.

“Calum, come on.” Michael grabbed his arm and he snatched away.

“No! They deserve this! They just get away with jumping my girlfriend and causing her to disappear from the face of the earth while I suffer and have to pretend that I’m fine when I’m not!”

“But they’re still your fans, Cal, you can’t just-”

“They’re not fans.”He corrected him.” Real fans would see how much I loved her and how happy I was with Y/N/. They wouldn’t attack her while she’s fucking grocery shopping and degrade her.”

Calum closed the top to his permanent marker and slammed it down on the table. He decided that he was done for the day and needed time to himself for now. Before he left, though, he was sure to say one more thing to the three crying girls.

“I have never been so disgusted by someone in my life.” He spat, eyeing them up and down. “The three of you can go fuck yourselves.”

Then he headed towards entrance to call himself a Uber.


Of course like all incidents like this one, it spreaded on social media quick. Everyone was talking about the video of Calum going off on fans, some justifying it, some not. Majority were saying that that’s what the girls deserved, but then again you had few that made Calum just seem like a horrible, out of controlled boy. Calum had his earphones plugged in and was huddled under the plush duvet in his hotel room, scrolling through the multiple tweets about what happened. He even smiled a few times, happy to know that almost everyone was on his side. He felt his phone buzz again and a text notification appeared on the screen. Calum ignored it, thinking that it was either management scolding him or the boys checking to see if he was okay. It was when it buzzed again did he look at the message as it appeared, his heart skipping a beat at the familiar number. He clicked it quickly and chewed his lip as it took him to his messages.

There were three text sent:

Cal?
Are you okay?
I think we should talk.


Eh, I could’ve ended that better. There will most likely be a third and final part so inbox me if you think I should do that. For everyone who’s sent me a request, I’ve seen them and I’m working on them. Like I said, I have a bit of writer’s block and don’t wanna just give you a shitty imagine, plus I’m dealing with AP classes in school and just ugh.

If you liked this imagine here’s the rest of my writing: Masterlist

anonymous asked:

If you have time could you write an ace Tony fic? It would mean a lot as I am asexual and almost never get any representation anywhere and it tends to make me feel more lonely. :( Anyways, thank you in advance.

To be honest you had me at ‘ace Tony’, anon :) You really can’t expect me to resist that. Seriously, I adore writing ace characters (like half the main characters in my non-fanfic works are ace, just because I can).

Since you didn’t specify on anything regarding the plot I just went with a short scene from one of my many not-ready-to-be-posted headcanon ‘verses. I hope it works for you and that this ficlet will make you feel a little better! Also I turned it into a Valentine’s story because I keep seeing these cute Valentine’s cards on my dash.


[Set in a College AU following the tale of Player!Bucky and Asexual!Tony trying to make it work. Today’s edition: Valentine’s Day. Including slight misunderstandings, declarations of love affection, fluff, and Bucky’s potty mouth.]

‘You know I’m ace, right?’ isn’t the reaction Bucky’s been hoping for, but it’s also not a door slammed shut in his face, so he counts it as a win.

Tony squints suspiciously at the roses in Bucky’s arms—yellow and red ones because those are his favourite colours, and Bucky is nothing if not a huge sap, apparently—and Bucky has no doubt the flowers will end up cut open on a lab table, to be thoroughly tested for any unsavourily additions, before the day is over.

He probably shouldn’t smile fondly at the cruel fate lying in these poor flowers’ future. He definitely shouldn’t.

Damn it. Nat’s right, he’s got it bad.

“Unless ace stands for ‘allergic to roses’ I fail to see your point.” Bucky smiles and hopefully holds the bouquet out for Tony to take. Because continuing to cling to them like a toddler to a plushy might look a little silly.

Tony refuses to take them though, crosses his arms in front of his chest instead and scowls up at Bucky. Which is not adorable, that would just be ridiculous.

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anonymous asked:

I'm not autistic, but I suffer from a sensory disorder- and when I receive too much stimulation, I tend to pick at my skin. It hurts, but it's a stim right at my fingertips, pun intended. Do you know any good silent classroom fidgets? Anything easy to hold in your hand during crowded, loud, bright passing periods? Thank you so much!!

Sweet anon (and everyone, actually), you never, never have to explain that you’re not autistic here. Never. This is a space for all neurodivergent folk and people with any disability, illness or condition who might find stimming helpful for whatever reason. (If you think stimming helps you in some way, you count.) You’re all welcome here, all of you, and I’ll answer any questions you have as best I can. If you want to share your background, by all means, but never feel you have to. This is not an autistic-only or autistic-focused space. It’s a stimming space!

I’ll be honest: this is something I struggle with as well. So I’m trying to find replacement stims for when I feel the need to pick, too.

If you want to go for stealth stims, kneadable erasers. (Art supply stores, office supply stores. I got mine from Officeworks, brand name Faber Castel. I’ve also seen Mont Marte ones in dollar shops and scented ones at Daiso.) You don’t have to explain this to anyone and you can pull, stretch, twist and pick it. Like putty but portable. They cost around $3.50 AUD here, so they’re not very expensive, either.

I also have the most amazing case eraser (Officeworks, $2 AUD) which I’ll photograph because I cannot describe it without an image:

[image description: a rounded plastic eraser module in three parts: a clear red plastic brush cover bearing the word “capsule”; a blue plastic base with a pale blue plastic brush attached to the bottom and a rounded raised thumb rest covered with raised dots with a white round eraser attached the top of the base; and a blue plastic cover for the eraser. Text “Milan” is printed on the cover.]

I have no idea if these are still available: I bought one on clearance, realised how fabulous it was, went back, found none. The brush makes a slight noise when you run a finger over it, but the cover feels like a worry stone and I mostly just run a fingertip over the thumb rest. Milan makes a lot of erasers with unusual covers, all of them pretty fidget-friendly, but this one is the best of the best. I wish I had more of them; they’d be in every bag I own.

Lastly, a chenille pencil case is stealth and super stimmy, and you might find poking/pulling at the chenille fronds offer you an alternative to picking.

As for non-stealth stims: squishies, small plushies, most stress balls (the stretchy squish ball, available from Stimtastic online or Lincraft here in Australia, is fabulous), balloon stress balls, a marble loop, a marble maze, a fluffy or tassel keychain, a worry stone or a prickle fidget are all absolutely silent.

The Hairy Tangle makes a very slight rubbery noise when you stretch the fronds. (People not me probably don’t even notice it.) No clicking, unlike any other Tangle I’ve handled. Plus you can pull/pick at the fronds! And it has no rubbery smell! It’s got texture and movement and offers several different ways to stim with it, so if you don’t mind obviously stimming, I’d recommend trying this one. It’s fabulous and I need to remember to use it more than I do.

Play-Doh is pretty quiet. I’ve noticed my putties and slimes tend to bubble and crackle, though (I’ve got some that bubble so much it’s like playing with never-ending bubble wrap) so I wouldn’t use them in a classroom.

Puffer creatures can be quiet, but mine make noise when I pull the fronds, so they’re probably only useful for poking or running your hands through the fronds. A tassel keychain should be better for absolutely-quiet stimming whilst offering something that can be picked and pulled, if you’re looking for a stim that fills that picking need. You can also attach it to a pencil case, so it’ll be fairly stealth as well!

(A simple alternative to this could be an embroidery thread friendship bracelet, the kind that ties in a knot around your wrist and leaves dangling threads, like a tassel. @threadytogo​ makes them in pride and fan themes!)

Other fidgets that might work, and are surely stealth enough, include fidget jewellery items like telephone cord bracelets and snake necklaces, especially if you want some back-up toys to wear in case you’re like me and lose/forget the toy you mean to bring to class. I don’t get quite the hand-holding fidget experience from some of these, though, so I’d probably have them as back-up fidgets.

Standard stim toys like Tangles and puzzles all make some noise, and if you’re like me, that noise makes you feel self-conscious about making noise, even if it actually doesn’t bother anyone else.

If my followers have something in their collections they can attest is silent and suitable for our anon, please add them! I know a super common toy rec is a spinner ring, but I don’t own one myself and can’t confirm how completely silent they are when used gently/slowly. If someone can confirm, I’d be grateful.

I hope this gives you somewhere to begin!

anonymous asked:

protector is literally killing me. it's BEAUTIFUL. people have spent thousands of years trying to put words to the feeling of being in love and you write that Ache so. fucking. beautifully. /I/ hurt just reading it. thank you so much. that being said, (bc ur taste has won me over forever, BLESS), could you rec some of ur favorite bmc fics? (ik u answered an ask with some awhile back- I was wondering if you had any more?) TYSM in advance and i love you+your work to PIECES 💖💖💖💖

this ask delights me endlessly. thank you so much, anon!! I’ve been sulking over my ch6 draft today so this really helps my anxiety shut up 💕

okay so for anybody who didn’t see it before, here is a post from a while ago where I listed some of my favorite bmc fics. since then, I’ve been able to add several more fics to my catalogue of faves, so here’s some more fics I didn’t get to rec last time! all of them are boyfs except for one pinkberry fic!

Engagement Sequence by Kalopsia / @danisnotofire

“You shot my fucking client,” Michael growls. The phone, on speaker a few inches away, practically rattles with Michael’s vaguely concealed anger.

“No,” Jeremy says, his voice calm as he carefully folds his one good suit and places it into his bag. He has no idea who he’s talking about, but it doesn’t matter. “I shot my fucking mark.”

There’s silence on the other end, and for a moment Jeremy thinks he’s hung up. But then he speaks again. “I’m going to shoot you.”

“Find me first,” Jeremy challenges, because this is who the Squip has made him, this is who he is, and clicks the red button to end the call.

-

Jeremy and Michael are both assassins. They’re not looking, but they find each other anyway.

look, this fic murdered me in a back alley and then dissolved my body in acid and I would 10/10 rec the entire experience. please, for the love of everything, just read this fic. 

ways to cope by KatMelody / @theyugiohtrashcan

“How long?” Michael asks, voice painfully soft.
“Um… I… it was just an acci—”
“Jeremiah. Please don’t lie to me. How long?“

the one in which jeremy heere is so, so bad at keeping secrets.

check the warnings on this one before reading, because it deals with self-harm. but I really loved how the topic was dealt with, and if you’re okay with that kind of subject matter, it’s definitely worth a read.

a crimson headache, aching blush by pondify / @playground-ghost

He supposes that it began, as it always does, with Michael.

this is a very short take on the boyfs as friends with benefits, and the pining in it is exquisite. do you like angst and hotness packed into 865 words?? here is your treat for the day.

I could lay right here and burn in you all day by cataclysma / @lifehateslemons

“You better fucking look at me.”
Jeremy’s response is instant. His eyes snap open, immediately going to meet Michael’s intense gaze. Michael’s eyes are narrowed, dark behind the shields of his glasses. Fuck, he looks really hot like this.

in which jeremy is a kinky fuck and michael’s kink IS jeremy

hello do you like porn featuring 1. submissive jeremy 2. dom michael bossing jeremy around who then 3. immediately turns into a gentle soft boyfriend as soon as jeremy’s gotten what he needs??? here, have some scorching deliciousness.

Work in Progress by Nymm_at_Night / @nymm-kirimoto

Drarrymotter1015 and MoonGoon forge a friendship through fanfiction. On the other side of the screen, Michael and Jeremy try and figure out what’s left of theirs. Otherwise known the Fanfiction Writer! Au nobody asked for, but I wrote anyways.

okay look, you want to laugh your ass off over the boyfs unknowingly writing porn together over the internet?? because this fic’s got A+ banter, genuinely interesting story progression, and painful emotions all rolled up in the guise of the most meta-feeling fic of the year.

a little unsteady by starlithorizons / @starlithorizons

Michael’s hidden domain has always been the rollerskating rink - a home away from home. Jeremy isn’t so suited for the environment.
Maybe he can fix that.

oh my god just READ THIS, I love this fic so much. I’d give it both my kidneys if I could. some really excellent jeremy-michael friendship with a bunch of good pining packed in, as well as some of the best comedy I’ve seen this month.

when i’m close to you (we blend into my favourite colour) by sulfuric / @playertwojer

statistically, most people don’t take more than five seconds to say something to their soulmate after realizing the universe has paired them together. brooke and chloe take approximately six years, but better late than never, right?

this is a pinkberry fic (with a hint of boyfs) that really hits it out of the park with the soulmate trope. poignant, sweet, and full of growing pains. it’s top quality pinkberry material that spans over their entire friendship. 

*also there are exactly four WIPs in the fandom that I actually read and I’d die for all of them (I’d highly rec EVERYTHING from the following writers)

no such mirrors by Kalopsia / @danisnotofire

Jeremy didn’t know of any other superhero that had to commute.

Sometimes he was alone when he got the text, and it was easy to slide open the window and sling on over to whatever disaster was striking the City That Could Never Catch a Break. Other times it was during things like his parent’s divorce hearings, in Hackensack, and he’d have to spend his bar mitzvah money on a cab ride to the bridge and change into his spandex in the bathroom of a Dunkin’ Donuts. Even at home, he’d have to spend fifteen minutes slinging webs across highways and toll booths and the George Washington Bridge before he even saw what he was up against.

At least Christine could fly.

(or, the AU nobody asked for in which Jeremy is Spiderman and the rest of the crew has superpowers, except Michael, who has No Idea About Anything except for the fact he’s Spiderman’s #1 fan)

am I repeating an author in this list?? of course I am. surely you’ve heard of this spiderman au fic. no? then you better read it. it doesn’t pull any punches, seriously, and I’ve never been happier to be beaten up by a fic.

Brightly Wound by left_uncovered / @left-uncovered

Michael has loved Jeremy for years. It just takes him a while to figure it out.

Or: the five times Michael pined obliviously for Jeremy, and the one time he realized it.

this is like, peak Pain material, which this author excels at, so I encourage you to read it, because it’ll teach you to enjoy the suffering. funnily enough, I’m pretty sure I followed this writer for their stellar porn, but I always rec the pain. just read all of it.

Like Mother, Like Son by hurricanesunny / @hurricanesunny

Jeremy gets a text from his mom after a year of no contact.

okay this fic is like, the best post-canon fic you’re gonna find in this fandom. I’m not kidding. it’s gut-wrenching and handles so much of the consequences of the musical’s events with such care, and god, it’s an exercise in riding an emotional turbo rollercoaster. if a fic could save a life, it’d be this one.

is this a forest? ‘cuz there sure is a lot of pine by reptilianraven / @actualbird

“How do you say ‘I love you’?”

“Oh, wow, holy shit,” Michael coughs. Is his face warm? It better fucking not be. Pull yourself together, Mell. Breathe. “Where’d this sudden romantic side of you come from?”

Jeremy, uncharacteristically calm, shrugs. “I figure it could be a nice icebreaker for Christine, or something? I don’t know. It’s stupid, you don’t have to tea—”

Mahal kita,” Michael says. The things he does for this boy. This boy. “I love you in Tagalog is mahal kita.”

-

The misadventures of Michael Mell, pining best friend extraordinaire.

everybody who knows me will know that I stan bird so hard and would happily elope with any/all of their writing, so of fucking course I’m reccing this one. honestly, if you’re a bmc fan, this is the must-read fic, and honestly I doubt I need to rec this because everybody knows it already, but I couldn’t skip the opportunity to remind everybody that my bird bias is strong as ever, so.

okay, that’s it for now. happy reading!!

AkaFuri Day!

If Akashi had been inclined to answer honestly to any hypothetical person who might foolishly inquire about his love life, he would say that he didn’t actually mind a long distance relationship. Not in the way others seemed to care.

He was confident of his own place in Furihata’s heart and it never occurred to him that distance might lessen what they had. He enjoyed talking on the phone with Furihata, and exchanging emails and texts throughout the day. Before officially pursuing Furihata, he’d thoroughly researched the romance genre and he’d felt that all around, it was much better to have communication as the primary foundation for their relationship, and he was sure that it strengthened their bond when they were together.

What he objected to, quite strongly, was when they were together and he had to share Furihata.

And he especially hated sharing Furihata with people who got to see Furihata every day.

“But you came all this way,” Furihata had exclaimed, “And you guys don’t see each other all that often. I thought it would be a waste for you to be in the same city and not see each other.”

Akashi had wanted to say, “I didn’t come all this way to see Kuroko,” but refrained because he didn’t want to sound too callous. And also, it was very difficult to deny Furihata anything when he looked so earnestly like he was trying to do something nice for Akashi’s sake.

So now he is sitting here, trying (very hard) to maintain his composure, as Furihata and Kuroko talk about “Coach did this” or “Captain said this” or their time in the library committee or upcoming tests they have to study for and he’s trying (very hard) to not fantasize about quietly removing Kuroko from the picture entirely.

When Furihata gets up to refill his drink, Akashi takes the opportunity to say, “You know, Kuroko, the tactful thing to do when someone invites you along when they are going on a date is to decline.”

Kuroko takes a sip from his vanilla milkshake and stares impassively at Akashi. Then, in his flat, detached way of speaking, he says, “Yes, Akashi-kun. That would have been the tactful thing to do.”

Akashi glowers. “Is this revenge because of what happened with Ogiwara?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Akashi-kun.”

Which, in Kuroko-speak, meant Yes.

Akashi refuses to be kowtowed by such blatant insubordination. “Maybe it is time for Furihata to transfer to Rakuzan.”

That will not happen,” Kuroko says, a little more heated than his usual manner, but then he adds more calmly, “He will be our Point Guard starter next year, and it is very likely he will be named Captain.”

And Akashi has to scowl again because yes, he is sure he could persuade Furihata to see all the benefits of living in Kyoto, but the chance at being captain would be a hard thing to compete against.

“I am going to remember this the next time you are on a date with Kagami.”

Kuroko only shrugs. “We live together.”

Kuroko, Akashi reflects, is very lucky Maji Burger does not have any metal cutlery handy and also, he is beginning to see the downsides to long-distance. He will have to be patient, and convince Furihata they should live together when they are in college.





A/N: I hadn’t actually planned on posting anything today, but then I remembered it was AkaFuri day, so I had to. A long time ago, @hello-marli-universe prompted an AkaFuri story that wouldn’t quite work with my own headcanons for D:M, and kindly changed their prompt to “Akashi being jealous over Furihata” and offered up jealous over a friend as a potential avenue to explore, and I really, really liked the idea of Akashi and Kuroko clashing over Furihata. So, @hello-marli-universe this one is for you!! Sorry it took so long. And Happy AkaFuri day to all!!