my body really doesn't look as good as the picture makes it seem

anonymous asked:

Hi hun~ hope you're doing wonderful! So, I always wanted to know why Amy boom doesn't show her feelings to sonic, so I have this little head canon that there was a moment when she decided to stop following Sonic around and start acting more grown up, but, Sonic not necessarily likes the change. I would like to see you write something with that. sorry if is not clear enough :P but you can do whatever you want with it, I just want to read some Sonamy boom. You are an incredible writer <3

I have my own theories on that, where Amy figures Sonic’s ‘cool-guy attitude’ means he’s not interested, when he may actually just be doing his version of ‘flirting’.

But I like this idea and I’ll go with it ;) I think Modern Sonic would get a bit suspicious if Amy stopped being so ‘doting’ on him and wonder if he upset her. So this kind of ‘worry/concern’ or ‘did I do something wrong?’ (supposing he noticed, lol!) could transfer over in hilarious ways to Boom!Sonic. Since… he’s technically a ‘chibi’ version of Sonic, as in he emotes WAY MORE than Modern Sonic usually allows for his emotions to be expressed.

(x) this is so cute xD

Prompt:

Sonic was snoozing off in his hammock, not really stressing as it was a warm day and some light was hitting his body just right while the rest of his face was laid in shadow.

Jumping into his dreams, we find him having more of a ‘replayed memory’ type of dream, where Amy, looking very nerdy with glasses, was doting on Sonic as he posed and seemed to arrogantly be looking over his bandages.

“There gonna be the new sensation.” he turned his hand back and forth, admiring his fashion sense, before frowning to her as she fawned.

“You’re so cool, Mr. Sonic~” she lifted a leg up, blinking her big eyes as he looked away, looking less than interested.

“Right, well. Of course, I’m Sonic The Hedgehog!”

“Right! And I’m-”

He put a finger to her mouth.

“Not important. Look, you gotta go… what? Study something, right?”

“U-uh,… archaeology, Mr. Sonic.” She pushed her dorky glasses up.

“Heh, sounds neat. PFft. Anyway, catch ya later!”

She frowned as he raced off, before looking angry and taking her glasses off.

“I’ll show him! Hah!” she threw her glasses down and smashed them, storming off as Sonic passed Tails, also having braces and looking very dorkish.

“Wow! It’s Sonic!”

“Ugh, I’d rather be caught dead than have nerds as friends!” He rolled his eyes.

Sonic woke up, in a bit of a shock, before rubbing his eyes and looking down.

“Wow, I really was a jerk back then!” he moved his feet off the hammock, and let his hands and head hang down a moment. “…I really shot her down… didn’t I?” He scratched the back of his head.

Then an idea popped back into his head. “Hang on…” he tilted his head up, perking his ears slightly. “If she doted on me once…” he looked to the window, before darting over to a scrapbook and opening it up, “Good thing Amy randomly makes these things for us.” He looked at a page she organized and saw a picture of them younger, her having drooped eyes up at him while he made an epic pose and tried to be the center of the picture.

He tightened his mouth’s line, and then smirked, closing the book.

“You can never get over your first love…~” he turned to bounce his eyelids and then took off.

Sprucing himself up, he thought he looked pretty good, but Amy would just walk passed him, under the impression he was just being a little weirder today, and continued her chores and other such things.

He tried to first help her fetch water from a well, but while trying to impress her, fell in and had to have Sticks bark to Amy that he was stuck.

The next time he tried helping with groceries, but he had carried too many and the bags all broke, causing Knuckles to follow the trail of food and eat all that she had bought.

The last straw was when Amy was trying to sunbathe, and he was so bored just laying down that he tried to entertain her, but ended up kicking sand all over her. To make matters worst, he brought out a boombox and started dancing, trying to show off that way and get Amy to fawn on him again. But according to Sticks, Sonic’s ‘ancient rain dance’ had sparked the storm of a century, and the gang all huddled in Amy’s home, as Tails freaked out with thunder and would crawl deeper into the huddled bunch, shivering.

“This is all my fault.” Sonic looked away, admitting it for once.

“Sonic? Are you okay? For one, you don’t admit you’re mistakes THAT easily, and two, you’ve been trying to do nice things for me, which is CLEARLY against the natural order unless you’re naturally in trouble. So what gives? Why have you been tormenting me all day?!” Amy was on the other side of him, across from Knuckles, Tails’s twin tails since his head was pushed further into the couch, and Sticks.

“I.. I just missed the old days, alright?!”  he looked away, not wanting to have this conversation.

“Old days? What are you talking about?” Amy blinked in confusion, as Knuckles laughed.

“Old days? Haven’t we always been this age?”

One of Tails’s tails whacked him on the side of his face.

“Ouch! Hey..”

“I don’t understand.” Amy looked more concerned now.

Sonic sighed, growing frustrated under the blanket that they were all using to dry off and keep warm.

“You… you thought I was so cool back then! Everything I did had no flaw, no blemish… all of a sudden, all you ever do is point out my flaws, where I trip up at, where I don’t measure up to your ‘perfect’ image or whatever.” he looked away, rolling his eyes, shaking his head, before looking…. kinda hurt.

“I just wanted to be liked again.”

Everyone but Tails looked over at him, but Tails’s tails did turn as if heads, as all eyes looked perplexed by his confession.

“Oh, Sonic.” Amy smiled, bending her own eyelids back to show more fondness in them, a tender look of love. “We barely knew each other back then. There are way more things I like about you now!”

“There are?” he turned back, before getting freaked out by everyone staring at him.

“Oi! Get your own conversation!”

Everyone immediately turned to one tail of Tails’s, and started conversing and talking about odd and in things to them, as they also pretended to move around and speak as well.

Then thunder hit and Knuckles, Tails’s tails, and Sticks all ducked under the blanket, leaving Amy and Sonic having some privacy.

“Well, now that we’re alone.” Amy sarcastically stated, making a funny face. She giggled, “I don’t quite get what you’re saying, Sonic. I usually don’t. But You’re much more caring about your friends then you were before. You accept us the way we are, and you always do your best to keep us safe and happy.” she beamed, and Sonic felt pretty good about himself for a second, even closing his eyes to motion his head up, taking in the praise.

But then his eyes blinked and he looked away, “But you… um…” he shifted his eyes to her, and then back away.

Eyes peeked up from the blanket.

“5 MORE MINUTES!”

They ducked under.

“Sheesh.” Sonic shook his head, looking upset by their ‘rudeness’ before clearing his throat and gesturing to her, still being a bit shy.

“You don’t act like you used too… still.” he looked away, folding his arms and ducking his head, a bit insecure on asking why that was.

“…Oh, um.” Amy turned nervous, giggling slightly and twiddling her fingers. “W-well, I’ve grown up, Sonic… I… I may not always show it as much as I ‘regrettably’ used too but I… I still… well,-”

The team all peeked up again.

“WE’RE STILL RIDING THE CLOCK!”

The gang ducked their heads as Knuckles’s fists came up and bonked Tails on the head from underneath the blanket.

“I told you that was less than 5!”

“Sticks bumped it and it was reset! I had to start it up again from my best estimate!”

The thunder strikes again.

“YIKES!”

Tails dug up cushions and hid under them as the two sighed beside him.

“Go on.” Sticks stated from under the blanket. “Our apologies.”

Amy and Sonic looked back up to each other, and then away as Sonic folded his arms, looking nervous as Amy played with one of her quills, stroking it down and sucking her lips in.

“…Alright, I kinda… I feel bad about how I treated you back then.”

“How you treated us all..” Tails muttered, as Sonic glared.

“Knuckles?”

BONK

“Thank you.” he looked back to Amy, “But I honestly don’t want you acting any way, shape, or form out of who you naturally are! I’m sorry for making you feel you had to ‘grow up’ but I just want you to know that-”

Amy suddenly placed a hand on his mouth, smiling, “…Not important.” she winked, “Thank you, Sonic. But it wasn’t completely you that made me want to change. I grew up without you influencing it. Haha!” she laughed and then lowered her finger, pushing against his chest playfully.

“I wanted to change. And I’m glad I did.”

“..But..” Sonic pouted, looking away. “You don’t … react the same way around me as you used too.”

“Hehe, why? Want me to start cuddling up to you again?” Amy teased, moving closer and blinking her eyes a lot.

He scooted back, “N-not a chance!”

She laughed, leaning back. “Then I think I’ll stay just the way I am!”

He sighed, before giving in and nodding, scratching the back of his head. “But I think… I may want to change now… just a bit. You know,… for even more untapped levels of awesomeness to be expressed.” he chilled back, going back to his usual self as Amy wondered what that could mean.

Was he going to change for her?

“5!”

The three all threw the blanket off, gasping for air.

“Oh boy.” Tails tapped out, leaning back with his stopwatch. “I didn’t know how long I could take the heat anymore.”

“Your tails are too hot!” Sticks kicked them away, growing as they flopped around before Tails withdrew them back around him.

“Eh-heh. Sorry.” he looked apologetic before the rain dissipated.

“Hey! It’s sunny again!”

The gang turned around, but as everyone looked outside, Sonic looked to Amy, who felt eyes on her and turned to look at him.

The two smiled.

Ssamba’s Blog Posts, 9/29/16 + 10/2/16

9/26/16

It feels like time is going by so quickly, but at the same time it also feels like it isn’t ^^;
I will also be posting via my phone today~
It’s been raining lately, and the weather has gotten a lot colder.
Because of me, my mother was really busy and she had slept for a few days at the hospital, and so she caught a cold.
She always wears a mask around me since she doesn’t want me to catch her cold…
We laughed over how it was her first time wearing a mask but
It hurts me to see her like this.
Taking care of her good for nothing daughter has taken a toll on both her mind and body…
I hope that damn cold of hers goes away soon!
You guys should all be careful not to get sick as well. ^^

I wrote about this last time as well
Remember how I said the local tailor shop had some awesome music
I found out the source of that music hahah
It wasn’t a record, but an app;
It’s an app called “Jazz Radio”, so thanks to the app I’ve been frequently listening to this music~
I’ve been listening to the “Dave Koz and Friends” channel a lot
I love the sound of saxophones, and so I’ve been listening to Danny Jung’s albums day and night;
This sort of music unexpectedly fits my tastes heh
It seems like a lot of new age lounge music is being mixed with other music
I would recommend listening to this music if that’s the sort of stuff you’re into^^

Lately I’ve been drawing by hand non-stop.
When I draw, time flows by quickly and I don’t think about anything
It’s also fun to draw small things ^^
Here are a few pages~

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Pain of the Past - Youngjae

He has me against his mattress as he hovers over, locking me in place. There’s a gleaming smile on his face that I’d hate to see disappear, so I hold in my question. I let him kiss down my jawline to my neck, hoping his actions will clear my mind, but they don’t. The further down he moves, the more I feel the need to yell out what I want to ask him.

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It Doesn't Mean Anything

JayTim week day one: Tattoo

(with beautiful art by the lovely @tanekore)

(AO3)

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“Now, before you say anything, I want to put it on record that it was all Roy’s fault,” Jason mumbles into his coffee, not quite meeting Tim’s stare. The curtains over every window have been pulled back and the late morning light beams into the apartment, highlighting the dark bags under Jason’s eyes and his bare chest. Tim can’t look away from that chest.

“Jason, babe.” Tim leans his elbows hard on the kitchen table, rubs the stubble growing on his chin. “You are the Lord of the Idiots.”

Roy is the Lord of the Idiots. As I just put on record. Pay attention.”

“Roy isn’t the one with the Red Robin symbol tattooed on his chest.”

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30 Minutes

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Soccer!Calum is my aesthetic and it’s what fuels my life so I’m not sorry if I post about 3 of these in a short amount of time.

Mobile Masterlist // Masterlist

30 minutes. 30 minutes until your shift at the local sports store was over. Business was slow today, and all you wanted to do was head out onto the practice field in the back and just mess around. Soccer was your life. You practically eat, breathe, and live soccer. Your skills were more advanced than anyone else’s around. Colleges practically begged you to join their team, and professional teams were already on the hunt to get you to sign a contract.

You didn’t think that anyone else was going to come in tonight, so you started to clean things up since it was your turn to close. It was calming to close/work by yourself. There was a speaker system hooked up around the store, so you were able to plug your phone in and play some of your own music to make the time go by faster. 

The music was so loud that you almost didn’t hear the bell above the door ring. Your eyes dart over and you see a younger looking boy standing there. His dark skin was practically glowing from the white shirt he was wearing. Tattoos littered his arms, and his hair was sticking to his forehead from the blistering heat outside. 

“Do you have any good soccer cleats I could buy?” His deeper voice brought you out of your gaze as you stumbled all the way through your sentence, “Uhm, ya we do. What kind do you want? There are a ton back there.” He nods and smiles the brightest smile you’ve ever seen as he follows where your finger was pointing towards the wall of cleats towards the back of the room. 

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anonymous asked:

My boyfriend has just dumped me and said that he doesn't love me anymore. I don't know what to do.

Oh, hun. I’m so sorry that you’re going through this. Breakups suck, and the sadness stays with you for a long time. *hugs you tight*

First of all, I want to tell you five things:

  • This breakup does not diminish your worth.
  • You are still just as beautiful as ever.
  • It’s okay to feel sad and cry your eyes out.
  • As cliche as it sounds, it really is true when they say “Only time will heal the pain.”
  • You will find love again, and it will be wonderful.

That being said, here are a few tips on how to move forward after this breakup:

1. Give yourself time and patience as you learn to live without your ex. Don’t rush it - healing will only happen when you are ready.

2. Let yourself cry all of the grief out, but then make a conscious choice to move forward. Get rid of reminders. Throw out any mementos you still have from him/her - don’t wear the old hoodie to bed anymore, don’t save your old couple pictures, don’t hold onto old love notes or handwritten letters. Toss it all out. Let yourself mourn and then start over fresh, with no lingering reminders or memory triggers of what once was.

3. Journal. Pour out your thoughts and feelings onto paper, and give your troubled mind an outlet. Instead of revisiting old feelings, write out all of the emotions to help you process them. Reread your words and try to identify what is really bothering you - what underlying themes are occurring here? What have you learned from this experience? What would you like to do differently next time? You could even try writing your ex a letter, and then burning it.

When you look back on your relationship, don’t romanticize it. Don’t forget to remind yourself why it wouldn’t have worked out; it ended for a reason. 

4. Stop analyzing and regretting. After you’ve talked and journaled about your frustrations, stop analyzing the relationship. Rather than getting stuck in the “would haves” and “should haves”, stop looking for reasons and explanations and learn to accept the finality of the breakup.

5. Stay active. Exercise is good for both the body and the soul. Whether it be running, sports, an intramural team, the gym, or even just walking your dog, physical activity will help. A little exercise and fresh air can go a long way when your mind is numb and your heart hurting.

6. Keep busy. Don’t isolate yourself. You don’t have to go out all the time, but try to find a healthy balance so that you don’t end up staying in your room all day ruminating over what happened. 

6. Don’t try to bury the pain of the breakup by rushing into a new relationship. Make sure you’ve fully processed your feelings and moved on before getting involved with someone new - otherwise it won’t be fair to you or your new interest.

7. Focus on YOU. You’re single, so take advantage of that extra time and freedom. What are your passions? What activities make you happy? Reading, writing, journaling, scrapbooking, swimming, dancing, photography? Or, how about something about more domestic like cooking or sewing? Whatever those things are that bring you joy, go do them. Pamper yourself with a spa day every now and then, enjoy a few more girls’/guys’ nights out, volunteer at an animal shelter, take a class, or indulge in a few guilty pleasures. Focus on doing things that make you smile again. Learn to pursue happiness in areas other than relationships.

8. And finally, be gentle with yourself. Even after doing everything on this list, understand that moving forward from a relationship can take a lot of time and hard work. There is no timeline for getting through this. Let yourself take it one day at a time, and don’t beat yourself up over feeling sad and missing your ex - not only are those feelings valid, but they are also essential as you move forward. Don’t criticize yourself for having them. They are normal. Give yourself permission to heal slowly, and at your own pace - one day at a time.

This is a new chapter in your life, a clean slate, a fresh start. Embrace it.

Experiences like these are hard, but they aren’t the end of the world. Right now, it probably feels like everything is falling to pieces around you; you can feel that chunk missing from your heart, that empty space in your soul. That feeling won’t go away for awhile; it might never go away. But, you’ll learn to live with it. You’ll learn to keep surviving, to keep on pushing through each day even when you don’t want to. You’ll continue to keep on waking up in the morning, getting out of bed, getting dressed, and going throughout your day. And eventually, slowly, surely, and almost unnoticeably, this immense pain you’re bearing will start to subside. You might not recognize it at first. But, as time passes, you’re going to find that the good days start coming more often, and the sadness is more manageable, and your heart once again feels whole.

It’s heavy now, but one day it won’t be. Keep on going for that.

In the meantime, take time to refocus and pursue the things you enjoy doing. Go out to the movies, spend an afternoon at the mall with friends, write, pick up some new books from the library, volunteer somewhere to help make a difference. (Etc.) You’ll be great. It’s perfectly okay, normal, and necessary to feel sad. But then, choose to learn from this painful experience and use it to build you into a stronger, wiser, better person.

Some links to check out:

I can’t promise you that it will get better any time soon - but I CAN tell you that it will, eventually. And in time, you’ll come to realize that this breakup was only a bump in your journey… not the end of it. 

Hugs to you, though. I know it hurts. :( Take care of yourself, okay? You know right where to find me if you need somebody to talk to/vent to/cry to. You don’t have to do this on your own. 

Mistakes, part 1. (Neymar imagine)

The only sound in the room is the tapping of my nails on the table in front of me. I didn’t even realize i was biting my lip till i tasted the blood in my mouth. I sigh, and try to relax. My whole body is tensed, and i feel a nagging pain on the left side of my head. I’m just not patient enough, i need some news by now. I need to know if he’s alright. I stand up, and walk towards the door where a nurse is talking to a doctor, taking notes while he’s talking. They don’t look at me when i stand next to them, so i tap the doctor’s shoulder.
‘Excuse me, i need to see him.’ The doctor is young, not much older than me and looks at me with what seems like compassion in his eyes.
'We just finished the operation, he’s in a really critical condition right now and he can’t handle any vis-’ 'Is he awake?!’ I rudely disturb him. He sighs, and shakes his head.
'As i said..’ He begins, but i turn around, grab my jacket and walk away from the doctor and the nurse. He’s not awake. He’s in a critical condition, but how critical? It just can’t end, not here, not like this.. Not when the last thing i said to him is how much i hate him, and how i’d rather die than see his face again. If he dies tonight, i’ll never forget the look on his face before i shut the door in his face. I run towards room 209 on the second floor, where he’s just been operated. When i reach the window of his room, i stop and try to peek through the blinds. I can barely make out what part of the mess on the bed is his face. I gasp for air, and reach for my mouth with my hand when i see how bruised his face is. Tears roll down my cheeks as i close my eyes and start praying. Praying for him to wake up, and make and end to this mess our lifes have become.

Two months earlier.

'You’re finally home!’ I say happily, as i bury my face in his chest. My arms are wrapped around him, and his around me. We just stand there, holding each other after being away from each other for weeks. 

'I’ve missed you so much baby.’ He breathes in my ear, before pulling back and reaching for my face with his hands. As always his strong hands hold my face like i’m the most precious thing in the world.
'Take off your jacket! I made us dinner.’ I bite my lip, and step back so he can take of his wet coat. He cocks his head to one side, smiling at me. I see how cold he is. He got used to the hot weather in Spain, forgetting the harsh winters in England.
'Ney, hurry! I’ve been cooking all day, and you know how much i hate it!’ He laughs, and takes his cap off. I gape at his brown hair. When he left me 6 weeks ago, he was blonde. This boy just can’t keep one hairstyle for more than 5 minutes.
'You like it?’ He says, and runs his hand through his hair. I nod, and bite my lip. I take his ahnd and lead him to the kitchen. I’m not exaggerating when i say i’ve been in the kitchen all day. I woke up at 6 a.m, took a shower and just started cooking us a nice dinner. Only taking a break to put on make up, and make myself look presentable. I wanted Neymar to have a warm welcome home gesture, and by the suprised look on his face when he sees the table, i succeeded.
'You didn’t have to do all this, just for me.’ He says.
'I know, aren’t i great?’ I say, giving him my sweetest smile. He puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me to him.
'I’m gonna shower, then we’ll eat your amazing dinner and i’ll pray that i won’t drop dead immediately.’ I swat his arm, and he laughs before running upstairs. I sit down at the table, and grab my phone. I instagram a picture of our thanksgiving dinner, and tag Neymar in it. Fortunately for me, i haven’t really received any hate from his fans. He told me everyone who even gets rumoured of dating him receives hate on a daily base. Literally five minutes after he ran upstairs, Neymar finally comes down in his grey sweatpants and a white shirt. His hair is wet and he looks amazing.
He sits down and rubs his hands. We have a little small talk while eating, when i tell him i got a role in the movie i’ve been talking about for months now. I frown when his only reaction is: ‘When do you start shooting?’
'Uhm, somewhere next month.’ I get kinda annoyed when he picks up his phone and starts going through his instagram. I’m the one who keeps trying to get the conversation going, while he’s been on his phone the whole time.
'You know, i already know my opponent in the movie.’ I say, trying to sound casual.
'Yeah?’ He answers, taking a bite from the chicken.
'Yes, he’s kinda cute.’ He stops chewing and slowly looks up to me, not saying anything.
I take a bite, and innocently play with my hair. I squeel when he suddenly stands up, and runs towards me. I try to run away, but he is too quick. He lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder, while i try to get down. Neymar isn’t really big, but i’m still way smaller than him so he easily carries me upstairs. He walks us into our bedroom and throws me on the bed, before yanking of his shirt.
'What are y-’ He disrupts me by kissing me, his body hovering over mine. I wrap my legs around his waist and try to pull him closer to me. He lets go of the kiss, and looks at me in a way that instantly makes me blush.
'I bet your 'cute’ opponent doesn’t make you feel as good as i do.’ He grins at me.

Waking up next to Neymar is one of my favourite things in the world. That’s why i’m dissapointed when i wake up, only to see the empty side next to me. He already got up? I put on my robe, and just as i walk towards the stairs when i hear a phone buzzing. I quickly walk back to the room, thinking it’s my phone. I just got the role in the new movie, so my agent has been constantly calling me. But it isn’t my phone. The buzzing comes from under Neymar’s pillow. I lift it up and pick up his phone. Someone called ‘Michael’ is calling Neymar, and i decide to not pick up. He’s probably taking a shower, and i don’t feel comfortable picking up his phone. I walk downstairs, to the kitchen and pour myself some orange juice. I get startled when my thoughts are disturbed by Neymars hands wrapping around my waist from behind me.
'Goodmornign beautiful.’ He says, kissing my head. I sigh and lean back to him.

'Who is Michael?’ I suprise myself, and apparently Neymar when i ask this question and he lets go of me, so i can turn around.
'I saw him calling you a few minutes ago. I don’t recall you mentioning his name?’ I take a sip from my juice and Neymar just stares at me for a second.
'Michael is just an old friend. I ran into him at a party a while ago, so we started talking again.’ I nod, but there’s something about his voice what makes me think abaout 1. I really never heard Neymar talking about this Michael dude and 2. how does he randomly run into him in a foreign country? But i decide not to push it by asking any more questions.
'I need to do some shopping today, do you wanna come with me?’ I ask. He doesn’t look at me, but somewhere behind me when he answers.
'No i’ve got some work to do.’ With a voice that sounds distant.
'Alright, i’m gonna get ready.’ I say, and give him a quick peck on the lips before going back upstairs.

When i get home, with multiple shopping bags there’s a weird atmosphere in the house. Neymar didn’t clean up the house, and i hear him talking to someone upstairs. Something tells me i shouldn’t call his name to make him aware of me being home. I take off my jacket, and walk upstairs on my tiptoes. His voice sounds soft and i can mentally imagine his smiling face, because of his tone. Before i realize what i’m doing i press my ear to the door. I wonder if i had done that if i knew what was coming. 

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So this wasn’t requested, but i got inspired so here’s part one of the mistakes series :)

anonymous asked:

oh my god part two to the girlfriend doesn't like you if you don't mind!! was soooo good x

You guys are literally the sweetest :*

Preference 5 - His Girlfriend Doesn’t Like You (Part 2)

Part 1

Ashton: 

It had been about a month since you had yelled at Ashton at the coffee shop. For the first week he had texted you repeatedly asking what happened. You had hundreds of unread messages, missed phone calls, he even resorted to email at one point. It was insane how badly you wanted to spend time with him, how badly you wanted to be his best friend again. If only it was that way on both sides. You saw his eyes light up in an interview when her name was mentioned. You saw those pictures of him with her on twitter, smiling, looking as if nothing could bring them down. In all honesty you didn’t give a damn about how she was feeling but unfortunately you loved Ashton more than you hated her. So you kept your distance. Eventually the messages started coming less and less, until one day when they finally stopped. You had cried for hours that day and refused to climb out of bed, but you convinced yourself it was for the best.

You currently sat on the ground near your bed and cursed yourself for thinking about him. You had to get on with your life. It was pathetic how your life practically revolved around him. You hated it. You hated him. Now all of a sudden you were furious that he had such a large impact on your life that you went and grabbed an empty box from your living room and started tearing down all the pictures that you had of him. After that you threw open your closet door and dished out all of his clothes, stuffed animals, anything of his that you had and threw it into the box. You then lifted the now overflowing box and walked over to the balcony that was connected to your room. You lifted the box and threw it over the edge, you turned around and heard the loud thud of the box hitting the ground behind your back. You smiled. If Ashton didn’t need you then you could learn to live without him.

You walked over to the TV and turned it on, and of course on TV were the boys doing another stupid interview. Your mind told you to change the channel but your fingers wouldn’t move. You heard the interviewer address Ashton,

“So how’s you relationship going with your girlfriend?”

You clenched your teeth as your anger returned.

“Oh yeah, we broke up,” Ashton replied calmly.

“Why?” the interviewer persisted.

“Because I was in love with someone else,” Ashton replied, looking at his feet.

You angrily turned off the TV. How had he managed to get two girls within a month while you were still hung up on him. You heard a knock at the door and marched over to the entrance of your apartment, ready to take your anger out on the poor door-to-door salesman that was probably on the other side of the door. You swung the door open with force and found yourself looking into the warm eyes of Ashton Irwin.

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with your new girlfriend?” you questioned coldly.

“This is about that actually,” He responded.

“Oh so did you come here to introduce me to another flawless model because please that would just be the highlight of my week,” you replied sarcastically.

“You actually know her..”

This pissed you off more than anything. He chose some other one of your friends over you. Not even a famous model this time. You really weren’t good enough for him. His ex-girlfriend was right, he would never even think about dating you.

“Oh really? Does she have amazing hair, a great body, and a flawless face? Because personality doesn’t really seem to be a priority of yours.”

You didn’t realize how your face was now mere inches away from his. All you could think about was how much you hated him in that moment.

“You really want to know what she looks like?” He whispered.

“Yes."you spat.

"Then go look in a mirror.”

Luke:

You hated Luke. You hated his stupid grin and his perfect blue eyes. You hated how he had such a strong hold on you. Most of all, you hated that you were madly in love with him. It had been three weeks since you last spoke to him, and you had kept your vow of not talking to him. He clearly preferred his girlfriend over you, so you kept your distance. You had moved on and started dating one of your closest friends, a nice, sweet and loving guy. A guy who treated you like you were his world, but unfortunately every time you looked into his eyes a pair of piercing blue ones stared back at you. You just hoped that one day you could learn to love him the way you loved Luke. 

Luke had tried to contact you a couple of times here or there but you completely ignored him. You still hung out with the rest of the guys though, you all had been friends for years and just because Luke is an asshole doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice your relationship with the rest of the boys. Your phone buzzed, dragging you from your thoughts. You sighed once you saw that it was Luke telling you that he would be at your place in 10 minutes. You were so sick of him thinking that he could just talk to you and make everything okay so you ignored his message and prayed that he wouldn’t follow through with his plan. You knew that despite the fact that you hated him, if he looked at you with those deep blues eyes you would instantly be wrapped around his finger again.

Luke had, unfortunately, followed through with his plan and sure enough you heard a knock at your door 10 minutes later. You refused to open the door, hoping that he would take the hint and go away. Unfortunately Luke Hemmings was persistent as hell. He had been continuously knocking and ringing your doorbell for 5 hours. You tried to do your work but found it impossible to do with the large amount of noise Luke was making. To combat this you decided to play your music at the maximum volume, however this was also a failed attempt. 2 hours later you saw lightning outside your window and then saw heavy rain failing. You sighed, Luke still hadn’t left and no matter how mad you were at him there was no way you were going to make him wait out in the freezing rain, so you walked over and slowly opened your door.

“Jesus Y/N did you want me to freeze?” Luke asked, shaking the water from his drenched hair.

“No, I wanted you to leave but freezing would have been okay too,” you bitterly replied, walking to your bathroom to go get him a towel.

“Ha very funny” Luke replied sarcastically.

“What do you want Luke?” You sighed, and looked up at the wet blonde boy in front of you.

“Just hear me out-”

“Luke-”

“No, Y/N, please” he insisted. You remained silent encouraging him to continue.

“I found out what she said to you Y/N and I swear I broke up with her that instant. You aren’t clingy, you’re my world and my best friend and I love that you enjoy spending time with me because I like spending time with you much more. I love the way you let me come over at 2AM when I had a bad concert, I love when you come with me on tour, I love the way your eyes shine when you talk about something you love, I love how your hair always smells like strawberries, I love how tiny you look in my large band shirts, and I just love you Y/N. I feel so stupid for taking so long to realize it.”

“Luke..” you whispered and looked down at your feet.

He placed his large hand under your chin, tilting your head up so he could look into your eyes.

“I know I don’t deserve you Y/N, but please I’ll become better. Just give me a second chance,” he said before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.

You melted at his touch, but your moment was short-lived when you heard another knock at your door. You broke away from Luke silently and opened your front door to see Calum holding two coffees in his hand. He entered your flat and stopped in front of Luke.

“Calum,” Luke questioned, clearly confused. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“What? Can’t I bring my girlfriend some coffee?”

A/N: 

YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY AWESOME OMG! THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVELY FEEDBACK :*

+ cliffhanger yo? Part 3? You decide :)

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electrifiedrose  asked:

My main character dies during my story, he originally should have stayed dead but i got so attached to him that I couldn't keep him dead. Might it be better to have him just really badly injured than making him die? It seems so unrealistic to me even though magic for that exists in my story. It just doesn't feel right.

Without knowing more about the kind of world you’ve created and assuming your characters are human beings, let’s explore this some more. 

First, think about the types of injuries your character has sustained. Is there a lot of head trauma? Chest trauma? Was it blood loss? Was it something that shocked him and caused his heart to stop? Was it smoke inhalation? The types of injuries your character sustained will help you sort some of this out. Once you get a vague idea of your character’s injuries, begin researching. WebMD and Wikipedia have good stuff, but Youtube has many videos made by medical schools for educational purposes. Just so you’ve been warned, the videos and pictures are graphic.

Necromancy, using magic to revive or reanimate the dead, is not without limits and repercussions. In the Greek and Roman tradition, reviving a person involved shoving their soul back into their body. Many ancient texts describe in detail the excruciating screams of the person who has been revived. Remember, just because you have been brought back to life, does not mean your injuries have healed. Furthermore, necromancy wasn’t a permanent fix. Typically, it was for a short period of time- a few moments, usually- to pass along a message or convey information then their soul would be released. Reanimation is a little different in that that person’s soul (or energy, or whatever you want to call it) isn’t involved. Up until 50 or so years ago, this is how zombies were “made”. The virus is a new thing.

If you feel comfortable doing research into necromancy (it’s okay if you don’t), I’d be wary of the internet. Daniel Ogden is a professor of ancient history in England and he’s written a number of books on magic and necromancy in Greece and Rome. I’ve read his books and I recommend them highly. Another book you may want to read is Forbidden Rites: A Necromancer’s Manual of the Fifteenth Century by Richard Kieckhefer. Basically, a university in Germany has a 15th Century necromancers manual written in medieval Latin, and Prof. Kiechkhefer translated it and added more information to it. Those books are available on amazon, but you may be able to get them through your library. If the world you’ve created aligns more closely with another culture or tradition, search on Google scholar. You’ll find better information.

Ironically, modern medicine runs into some similar issues when trying to revive someone whose heart has stopped. Lack of blood flow to the brain, for any amount of time, causes brain damage. Full stop. There are all sorts of medical procedures to keep oxygenated blood flowing to the brain to prevent further damage, but they can only do so much. In short, anything longer than a couple seconds, and you will have complications. Just as unrealistic it seems to have someone die and be brought back through magical means, it’s equally unrealistic to have a character be clinically dead for several minutes to have them make a 100% recovery. If your character miraculously survived the trauma (no heart stoppage or brain injury), do they have plates screwed to their bones or scars? It is exceedingly rare to make it through a life-threatening injury without a scratch or scar.

After you’ve done some research, write a couple pages with each scenario. This doesn’t have to be perfect, it’s just a writing exercise. When you’re done with both, don’t look at them for a few days. You want fresh eyes and a clear head. When you come back to them, think about what fits best with the world you’ve created. While realism can be a great thing, consistency is just as important. If you have magic in a world, you may need to address why they don’t use necromancy. Pick what you feel is best. Celebrate your awesomeness. 

With that done, you’ve got one last thing to do. Follow Faulkner’s sage advice and “kill all your darlings.” You say you grew so attached to your character you brought him back. Write a few pages about how the other characters react to this death. Take some time and imagine how the plot and storyline will change. Walk away for a couple days, then sit and think what makes the most sense for your story. The results may surprise you.

bittersweet-nightmares  asked:

do you have any pointers on how to draw cute animals like your cat?

Hi! Sorry it took a while for me to reply, I just… forget to reply after I read them, most of the time ;v; It took me a moment to think of how I could give any tips on how to draw cute, because… drawing cute animals means you understand the concept how to make anything cute, and what makes a thing cute!

**Also, please note these are based on my own experience, and so how I would go about teaching this. It doesn’t mean it’s the absolute truth, nor that it’s the only way to draw cute! Just my own way.**

  • #1 Basic shapes!

Simple shapes are very attracting to the eye because they’re easy to understand and linear. While detail can hold your attention and eye longer, it’s not necessarily for the best reasons; it’s really easy, as an artist, to get lost in detail, and it’s really easy, as a viewer, to get confused by superfluous detail. That being said, cute things are usually made of very simple shapes! it makes cute things relaxing to look at. When it starts being creepy is when you assume that cute = big eyes. A lot of people do it, a lot of companies do it, while putting extra detail in them or in the rest of the body–this is when it gets weird for some people.

That’s also why certain people don’t think pugs are cute: they have a round head(simple shape) and a stocky (simple shape) body, but their face is extra wrinkly (detail). It makes is visually weird for a lot of people, and they usually slap “ugly” on it for lack of better term.

Save your detail-hungry hand for bigger projects, and work on smaller scale to help you if you’re prone to putting too much detail on pictures!

  • # 2 Weight!

We often associate squishy things with cute (plushies are soft and huggable, and if something we can’t touch seems squeezable and soft, we’ll most likely want to touch it). So work that gravity, work it good.

Since we’re working with simple shapes first, the gravity thing is easier–we have more chances of knowing what a squished down ball looks like than we do of a squished cat, right? (I hope so, eek) So exaggerate it, stretch it, make it work the way you want it to work!

The eyes, muzzle, ears, fur, are purely arbitrary. When you know how to apply the basics of anatomy and the basics of how to stylize fur, it comes more naturally to you! I couldn’t possibly explain where to put those or how to draw those without making two separate tutorials about each (and there are plenty of those on the web if you want to look!)

I hope this helped a bit!♥

sneakybirdu  asked:

What are your opinions on plus sized cosplayers? I've wanted to do a whole bunch of cosplays lately, but in my eyes, when I'm wearing them, they don't seem to be at the best of their potential, mainly because of my weight. I've tried literally everything to lose weight, but it just doesn't work. I've even quit cosplaying before because of it, but I still want to have fun in my outfits that I worked hard to make.

I definitely think anyone can cosplay and should try out cosplay if they are interested! Including plus sized cosplayers. When you get to a con just about everyone is having a good time with it and are excited to see their favorite characters cosplayed! 

I consider myself a plus sized cosplayer to some degree and so I can understand the feeling, it can be tough to get motivated to cosplay and even tough to look at pictures after a con. That said I still cosplay and still have a great time. I love making costumes and getting dressed up, and I love getting compliments and getting recognized. People still take my picture and tell me I did a great job (Thanks to those that do!) So a lot of it is just me just stressing out. 

That said I would love to offer some suggestions to help you out with your concerns. Little things can make a big difference in your appearance and how you feel about yourself. Build that confidence so you can enjoy rocking your costumes at the convention…

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kouruimurasaki  asked:

SoMa (Soul Eater), "What happened doesn't change anything."

Again with the ‘this should have been angsty but instead go really fluffy’. Thank you for the prompt.

Maka stared at the pregnancy test in her hand, hands trembling slightly. The two little blue lines were all she could see, a testament to her fuck-up.

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oboesaurus-strikes-again  asked:

So I have to ask, I love red lipstick ad yours is great, but I can never find one that stays on/doesn't need reapplied every hour at school? Any suggestions?recommendations?

Hello darling! I do hope you don’t mind me publicly answering this, I’m just extremely passionate about red lipstick (literally everyone looks kickass in it im dead serious) and love talking about it! My lipstick tricks are pretty simple, as I’m afraid I’m something of a makeup novice and also really cheap when it comes to makeup, but I hope these can help you regardless!

1. While all lipsticks will, eventually, wear off, there are some that wipe off easier than others. Do some research, both online and in person, to see if you can find a good brand that seems to last the longer- my personal year-round fave is Kate Moss Lasting Matte lipstick in 117 “Everlasting Kiss”, which you can get for under $6 at p. much any drugstore. It’s my fave and super amazing and a fab matte lipstick, all for under $6

2. Take care of your lips! A lot of people don’t realize that lips are, in fact, skin, and require exfoliation and moisturizing just as much as the rest of our bodies. This sounds like a lot of work, but it’s really so simple as this: after brushing your teeth in the morning/at night, rinse your toothbrush and gently rub it on your lips to help scrape away dead skin cells. Apply a lipbalm or chapstick and go to bed or let dry before applying your lipstick for the day.

3. Last, but certainly most importantly: Get a lip liner. Get a good lipliner, whose color is similar to that of your preferred lipstick. Outline your lips like this, and loosely fill in the rest of your lips. This gives you a solid base coat, along with giving your lips way more definition and a cleaner look (red lipstick can look super messy without a well-defined outline). Even if you eat a double-bacon cheeseburger and get red lipstick on your nose AND your chin, you’ll still have some color on your lips thanks to the liner. 

All of these tips should help prevent the lipstick from wiping off too easily! If you try and it’s still not working, the texture of the lipstick itself might be an issue- the shinier it is, the oilier lipsticks tend to be, making it easier for them to wipe off. All the same, I dearly hope that any of these suggestions help make your lipstick life easier, and that I get to see pictures of your fab self in kickass lipstick sometime soon!<3

Preference- You Die & Leave Him with your Child/ren
  • You Die & Leave Him Alone with Your Child
  • Niall: "Darlin', please," he pleaded with the tiny baby on his chest, her cries being the only sound in the big, empty house. "I don't-- I don't know what's wrong." He tried rocking her, but her cries only seemed to intensify, her wide blue eyes that were just like Niall's blinking up at her dad, a pitiful expression on her face. Niall felt his heart break at the thought of his daughter hurting, and he felt like he was failing her as a father. For the thousandth time, Niall wished that that drunk driver hadn't taken your life, that you were still here to help him, because you always seemed to know exactly what to do. But you weren't, you had died two weeks ago, and Niall was trying to be strong for his daughter, he really was, but at this moment, he finally broke, a loud sob leaving his throat as he clutched his crying girl to his chest. He snatched up his phone from the changing table, and not knowing what else to do at this point, rung up his mum. "Niall? What's wrong, it's--" Maura starts, but Niall quickly cuts her off. "Mum, I don't know what to do anymore. She won't stop crying, I've tried everything. I changed her, rocked her, I fed her not too long ago, but she's still cryin'. What if she's hurt, too, I can't lose both of them, mum, I can't." Niall had frustrated tears of his own now as he waited for his mum to answer. "Niall, calm down, love... Did you burp her after you fed her? She might just have a little bit of gas." Niall's quiet for a few minutes as he gently pats his daughter's back, and soon enough, a tiny belch leaves her mouth and she's settling down to sleep. "God, mum, I'm a terrible father. If (Y/N) was here she would've known to burp her. But she's not, I'm alone, and my daughter doesn't deserve this, she deserves--" "What, Niall? What does she deserve? To be alone in a foster home? Niall, you're all she has now, and you are doing a great job for her, she loves you to death. I know it's hard without (Y/N) there, but you have to keep being strong for your daughter. You know that's what she would've wanted." Niall swallows the thick lump in his throat, his eyes locked on the tiny baby cuddled into his chest. "You're right, mum. Thanks."
  • Harry: "Hey, Harry. How are you?" Gemma asks as she steps through the door into Harry's house. It had been one month since cancer had taken you from Harry, leaving him as a single dad with a four year old daughter. Harry sighs, running his hand through his hair when he glances at his daughter coloring in the kitchen. "It's been-- it's been hard, Gem. Really hard. God, I miss her." Gemma opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by the pitter-patter of little feet running up to them. "Aunty Gem, Aunty Gem!" The little girl squeals, jumping up and down in front of Gemma as she clutches a piece of paper in her hand. Gemma squats down to her height, smiling at her niece. "What've you got there, Darcy?" "It's a picture for Mummy! I'm gonna give it to her when she comes back from the hospital." Gemma's mouth falls open, and Harry freezes above them, avoiding his sister's gaze. "Darc', can you go watch cartoons for bit while I talk to your dad really quick?" Gem asks, and the little girl nods, running from the room while Gemma stands up, staring at her younger brother. "Harry... You haven't told Darcy that (Y/N)...?" Harry sighs, running his fingers through his hair. "Gem... I can't. How am I supposed to go in there, and tell my four year old daughter that her mummy's... That her mummy's not coming home?" His voice cracks, and Gemma pulls him into a hug, lightly rubbing his back. "Harry... I know it's hard. (Y/N) was my sister-in-law, I miss her, too. But it's not fair to that little girl what you're doing. You have to tell her. Tell her in words she'll understand, but she needs to know." Harry pulls away, wiping his eyes as he nods and looks over at his daughter in the next room. Gemma gives his arm an encouraging squeeze, and he takes a deep breath before joining the little girl in the next room, sitting down and pulling her into his lap, finally explaining to her that you are in a better place.
  • Liam: Liam squeezed his pillow tightly in his sleep, trying to pretend it was you. The bed had been cold, too cold, and empty for two weeks now, ever since the car accident that killed you. His eyes were squeezed shut as he dreamed of you, but suddenly they pop open at the sound of quiet cries coming from the room next to his; his daughter's room. He throws the bed covers back, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes to try to wake up. He opens the door quietly, his heart breaking at the sight. His six year old daughter is cuddled up in bed, her teddy bear clutched to her chest as she cried. Liam crouches down to her level, gently running his hand through her long hair. "Angel, what's wrong?" He whispers, and before he knows it the little girl is throwing herself at Liam, her arms going tightly around his neck. "Daddy, I miss mummy. I can't sleep without her good night kisses." Liam's heart breaks at this, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to stop his own tears from falling. "I know, baby, I miss mummy too. How about you come have a cuddle with daddy in my bed?" After feeling the little girl nod against his neck, he gently stands up, walking the two of them to his bedroom. He tucks his daughter in first, and then slides under the covers himself, pulling the small body back into him. "Daddy loves you, you know that?" He whispers into her hair, smiling contentedly when he feels your presence watching over them.
  • Zayn: "We are very, very sorry sir, but (Y/N) didn't make it through surgery." Zayn freezes, his hand clutching the phone tightly. "You're lying," he says in a low voice, the hand not gripping the phone beginning to tremble. "You said this operation would make her better. You said it was very low-risk." "Sir," the lady on the other end sighed. "Something went wrong, and the doctor's did everything they could to save her." Zayn fell to his knees, the phone slipping out of his hand and shattering on the hard floor but Zayn barely noticed. Tears blurred his vision as the words repeated themselves in his head. A loud yell left his throat as he pounded his fists on the wall, wanting to know why you had to be taken from him. "Daddy?" A small voice said, and Zayn snapped his head up to see his three year old son at the doorway. He was clutching his blanket, blinking sleepily as he was supposed to be napping, and it kinda broke Zayn's heart that he was without a mother now. "I heard loud noises and I got scared..." Zayn sobbed again, scooping the little boy into his arms. Zayn tried to stop crying, he really did, but he just couldn't, when all he could think about was that this little boy in his arms was motherless now. "Daddy, why are you crying? You're not supposed to cry, you're Superman!" Zayn chuckled a little at his son's words, pulling back to kiss his son's forehead and wipe his eyes. "I know, mate, but daddy's has something to tell you... Mummy's not coming home. Mummy went-- went to heaven and she--" Zayn squeezed his eyes shut as more tears fell, and he was surprised at the feel of little hands wiping them away. He opened them to see his son watching him, his eyebrows furrowed. "But I'm still here, daddy. Don't be sad, mummy doesn't like it when you're sad. She told me that seeing you cry makes her cry, and I don't want mummy to be crying." Zayn shook his head, pulling his son in for a tight hug as he finally felt himself being pulled back together, felt himself growing strong again for the little boy in his arms.
  • Louis: "William, eat your fruit," Louis pleaded with his seven year old son, trying not to get angry and yell. Over a year had passed since you died, and Louis was doing the best he could being the single parent of a seven year old boy and eighteenth month old daughter. He thought he was doing a decent job, juggling work with parenting, and he knew he had his family to support him, too. He still missed you terribly, didn't think there was a day that went by without him thinking of you, but he knew he had to be strong for his kids. Today, though, he was exhausted, the heavy bags under his eyes the result of being up all night with little Anna. He was growing frustrated with William, because he really needed him to sit down and eat his breakfast so Louis could get him to school on time. William refused, sitting stubbornly in his chair with his mouth clamped shut. Louis groaned, rubbing his eyes tiredly before scolding his son a few more times, to which the little boy replied with "I don't like it" or "I'm not hungry", and eventually Louis hit his limit. "That's it! If you don't eat your food, you won't be going to football this weekend!" William jumped from his chair, his little face scrunched up in anger as he yelled, "I hate you! I wish mummy was here instead of you!" Louis was shocked (and a little hurt) as he watched his son run to his room, and it took him a few minutes to get himself to follow William to his room. He quietly opened the door, revealing his son curled up on the bed and sniffling to himself. "Buddy, what's wrong?" Louis asked gently, sitting down next to him, "You don't really hate daddy do you?" "No," Will mumbled, peeking up at Louis. "'M sorry, dad, I love you." Louis felt relief rush through him as he picked up his son, setting him in his lap so they were facing each other. "Then why did you say that? Tell what's wrong." William sniffled, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Today is the Mummy's Picnic at school, and I'm going to be the only kid without a mummy." Louis' heart broke at this, and it took all he had not to burst into tears himself. He took a deep breath before pulling his son into a hug, placing a kiss on his forehead. "I'm sorry you don't have a mummy, buddy, I really am. Listen, how about you stay home with Dad and Sis today and we can have our own picnic?"