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Remembering Order of Functions of an MBTI Type

Okay so someone might have already figured this out, or it may have been common knowledge, but I figured out a way to memorize the order of the cognitive functions for every type. Like for example ENTP is Ne - Ti - Fe - Si and INFJ is Ni - Fe - Ti - Se

It’s hard to memorize because there is 16 types and a distinct order of 4 functions for each type. So I came up with this formula thingy that I use to remember them.

Okay so this is the formula, I am going to try to explain it the best I can. There are four cognitive functions that each type uses. They come in sets of four. 

Let’s start with the dominant function. There is 8 dominant functions you can choose from, which is basically all the functions that exist. So: Ne, Te, Se, Fe, Ni, Ti, Si, Fi  For this purpose, let’s choose Ne as an example.

So far we have Ne - _ - _ - _ 

This is where we will organize the 8 functions into 4 categories (already known categories, I didn’t come up with these)

Extroverted Perceiving Functions: Ne, Se

Extroverted Judging Functions: Te, Fe

Introverted Perceiving Functions: Ni, Si

Introverted Judging Functions: Ti, Fi

In our example here, we chose for our first, or dominant, function to be Ne which is a Extroverted Perceiving Function. Since the first is an Extroverted Perceiving Function, the second is a Introverted Judging Function.

(so if the first function was an Introverted Perceiving Function, the second would be a Extroverted Judging Function)

We have two to chose from in this case. The two Introverted Judging Functions are: Ti and Fi

If we chose Ti, then our example would be: Ne - Ti - _ - _ This is an ENTP.

If we chose Fi, then our example would be: Ne - Fi - _ - _ This is an ENFP.

Our first two functions describe what type we are. Here is a list of all of them.

Ne - Ti -> ENTP

Ne - FI -> ENFP

Se - Ti -> ESTP

Se - Fi -> ESFP

Te - Si -> ESTJ

Te - Ni -> ENTJ

Fe - Si -> ESFJ

Fe - Ni -> ENFJ

Ni - Te -> INTJ

Ni - Fe -> INFJ

Si - Te -> ISTJ

Si - Fe -> ISFJ

Ti - Se -> ISTP

Ti - Ne -> INTP

Fi - Se -> ISFP

Fi - Ne -> INFP

As you can see in all of these types, the second function follows the pattern. If the first is an Introverted Judging Function, the second is an Extroverted Sensing Function. If the first function is an Extroverted Judging Function, the second is an Introverted Sensing Function.

Okay the next two functions are pretty easy to find. Let us go back to the example here:  Ne - Ti - _ - _ 

Ti, the second (auxiliary) function, is an Introverted Judging Function, the third (tertiary) function has to be an Extroverted Judging Function. There are two possibilities for the tertiary function then (Te, Fe), but one of them is extraneous. You cannot have  Ne - Ti - Te - _ because you can’t have two thinking in one MBTI type so it has to be  Ne - Ti - Fe -

The last (inferior) function has to do the same, but it corresponds to the first (dominant) function. In this case we have Ne, an Extroverted Sensing Function. Therefore the last (inferior) function has to be an Introverted Sensing Function. You cannot have Ni, so it is Si. 

There you have it. The complete function stack is: Ne - Ti - Fe - Si

Another way to think about this is like this:

Extroverted Perceiving Function - Introverted Judging Function - Extroverted Judging Function - Introverted Perceiving Function 


Extroverted Judging Function - Introverted Perceiving Function - Extroverted Perceiving Function - Introverted Judging Function


Introverted Perceiving Function - Extroverted Judging Function - Introverted Judging Function - Extroverted Perceiving Function


Introverted Judging Function - Extroverted Perceiving Function - Introverted Perceiving Function - Extroverted Judging Function

The first and last functions are both judging functions or perceiving functions. The middle two functions are both the opposite. So if the first and last function were judging functions, then the middle two are perceiving functions and vice versa. Also they switch from introverted and extroverted. If the first function is extroverted, the second is introverted, the third is extroverted, and the last is introverted.

So let’s apply this formula to something you might want to do. Let’s say you’re making a post and can’t remember the functional stack for INFJ, how would you go about it?

First you would think of what the dominant function is. It is Ni.

Since you know that Ni is an Introverted Perceiving Function, you know that the second function is an Extroverted Judging Function. You have two options for the second function: Te and Fe. You know that since it is an INFJ it has to be Fe. If it were an INTJ, then the second function would have been Te.

So far you have Ni - Fe - _ - _

Since Fe is an Extroverted Judging Function, the next (tertiary) function has to be an Introverted Judging Function or in this case Ti, because Fi can’t work.

The last function depends on the first, which is Ni. Since Ni is an Introverted Sensing Function, the last function is an Extroverted Sensing Function or in this case Se, because you can’t have Ne.

I hope this makes sense, and if someone already came up with this whole thing, then I’m stating right here and now that I don’t know about it at all. Also, if it is confusing, shoot me a message to my inbox and I’ll answer it. :) 

Thank you so much for reading this ultra long post and I hope it helps. 

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[REQUESTED] Jikook/Angst Fic Recommendations

Just a couple of my favorite JiKook/angst fics


1. House of Cards by sugamins

Baby. Doll. Slut.

Maknae line. Mafia AU. 
Written by one of the best, most descriptive bangtan fic writers in the fandom.
Angst, smut and everything in between. My life will never be the same.
An ARMY fic enthusiast must-read. If and when you decide to read it, message me. I like hearing about people’s internal turmoil while reading this fic. Lol.

2. Thirst by pinkmonnie

Canon Universe (Idol life). Angst, Crack, Smut.
Vampire Jungkook. Jimin’s smells too damn good.
I don’t read a lot of canon fics but this was kinda interesting.
This was the only fic I had that fit the (canon, jikook, angst) request. So here~

3. Relax, Don’t Do It by yoongidontdoit

College AU. Crack, Smut. 
Not a very long fic. 4 chapters, 24k words.
The premise was very interesting & it’s a good read.
It’s fun seeing Kookie struggle with how absolutely tempting Park Jimin is.

4. Him by: PinkBTS

Photography major Jungkook. Dance major Jimin. Fluff & a bit of Angst.
It’s been a while since I’ve read this but I remember feeling. A lot.
This fic played out like a movie in my mind. 

5. Two Sides; Same Story by namjoone

Neighbors AU. Canon Divergence. Smut, Fluff. 4 chapters,  12.5k words
So much sexual tension istg save them. They’re not a hundred percent sure if they’re gay…but they’re totally gay for each other so…


1. “Calamity” by Haleyon Nights & Supermans Crib

NamJin. TaeKook. YoonMinSeok. Emotional roller coaster. 
Angst, angst and more angst. Fluff & Smut too. 33 Chapters, 318k words.
Everyone’s broken. Eating disorders, Drug abuse, Past abuse, etc.
Everything that can go wrong probably will.  
I lost count of how many triggers this fic has.
I won’t give details bc I had fun discovering stuff on my own while reading this. If you live for angst, this is a must-read.

I hope you guys enjoy these fics as much as I did~
Let me know what you think/feel if and when you read them. <3

I have so much love & respect for our fandom’s fic writers. <3
May Father Louis Williams Suga Adams III bless each and every one of you.

Aww anon. There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of about that. I would tell you more, but I have a feeling that these guys (and babe) will portray my message better than I ever can. The Zen one is especially long just for you ;)

Is there anybody against long imagines? I hope not, lol

-Admin Bloo~


  • Took him quite a while to find out, since you haven’t been going out for too long
  • You always had a way of covering it that it could still be deemed normal.
  • But one day, you were trying to change the light bulb while Yoosung helped by holding on to the ladder.
  • As you were asking for stuff, he had to look up to hand them to you.
  • The boy is trying his best not to blush and lose focus.
  • But then he notices this thick, pale line across your lower tummy.
  • He lightly touches it, and it causes you to yelp.
  • Thankfully, he manages to steady the ladder in time.
  • When you come down, you tug on the edge of your shirt and cannot bring yourself to look at him.
  • You tell him how you had surgery when you were younger, and it left this scar that never seems to fade out.
  • He has so many questions, but figures that now is not the time.
  • Instead, he pushes your hand away and pulls your shirt up a bit to see it more.
  • “It’s like a battle scar, you know?” He whispers softly as he continues tracing it. “It shows that you are strong and managed to go through it and lived.”
  • You smile at him and wonder how on earth do you even deserve an angel like him.


  • He noticed that you always wore turtlenecks.
  • Not that he was complaining; he loved you regardless of what you wore.
  • But when summertime rolled around, he could not bear to watch as you sat there uncomfortably in such constricted clothing.
  • One day, he surprises you by taking you out for shopping.
  • This made you a little wary, but soon enough you were having fun as well.
  • Zen has a sense of style; most of what he suggests is tasteful, and it adhered to what you usual wear as well.
  • But then he pulls out this sunny, cute sundress. Which you fall in love with almost immediately at first sight.
  • But then you glare at the spaghetti strap + sweetheart combination.
  • After a lot of nudging and “just this once” you finally give in and go into the changing room.
  • When you come out shyly, Zen cannot sit still. You were looking gorgeous, and those smooth shoulders-
  • But then his gaze settles on the marks trailing from your collarbone and disappearing into the dress.
  • He still insists on buying the dress, although you fought not to (although it was still very pretty)
  • The mood fell for the rest of the trip, and both of you decided to head home.
  • In your mind, your insecurities were eating up at you. What if he thought it was too ugly? Or was he going to pity you like all the others did…
  • Later that night, he sits you down and holds your hands. “Can you please explain what happened?”
  • And you did. About how you had contracted some kind of disease that required a surgery when you were very young. And that scar still remained, and people would always feel so sorry about it. You were crying as were remembering.
  • Zen then pulls you into his arms and rests his chin on your head, murmuring soft assurances of how beautiful you are and no mark could change that.
  • Later on, he loves to kiss along that line whenever he can, just to remind you that it is as beautiful as the rest of you.
  • On your birthday, he gifts you with that same dress from that day.
  • “If you want, you could just wear it only for me”


  • One day, Jaehee had gone out an entire day to deal with the place where they restock on their café supplies, which left you to tend to the café with another part timer.
  • When you had reached your shared home, you thought that it was the perfect opportunity to wear some shorts for a while.
  • You prepared dinner, and watched the television while waiting for Jaehee to come back.
  • It wasn’t until after midnight when she finally made it home though.
  • She felt very guilty to see the packed dinner and you curled up very uncomfortably in the sofa.
  • She made you lay down more comfortably, and gasped at the long scar that ran along the length of your thigh.
  • It woke you up, and you smiled at her.
  • You quickly notice where exactly Jaehee was looking and quickly grab a cushion to cover.
  • “I’ll go get changed.” You hurry off, leaving Jaehee to remain speechless.
  • Now dressed in comfortable pyjamas, you quickly explain over dinner how you had fallen off a tree when you were younger and had shattered your femur to the point that it needed surgery.
  • “The stupid things we do when we’re younger, huh?” you laugh humorlessly.
  • She reaches out and rests her hand on your thigh.
  • “If you want to wear shorts more around the house, you can. It’s your home too.”
  • She later looks up homeopathic rejuvenation techniques, and always makes various kinds of batches to lather on it.


  • The first time he saw you, when you had come over to his penthouse, he was slightly disappointed by the fact that your hair covered your eyes.
  • Later on, as he put you to sleep, he took the opportunity to brush the bangs away to be able to see more of your beautiful eyes.
  • You were half sleepy, so you didn’t think of it much.
  • Until he froze up when he saw the thin line arching from the top of your left eye to your forehead.
  • You turned around to face away from him, hair falling back into place.
  • He gently pulls on your shoulder and brushed your bangs away again.
  • “You are just so breathtaking, you know that?”
  • He kisses you on the forehead, right on top of the scar and bids you goodnight.
  • A few days after that, and still he hadn’t inquired about the scar and its origins.
  • You were so grateful, especially when there were other things to worry about.
  • After a while, he asks you if he should contact some doctors to help you get rid of it.
  • “I can see that it makes you very uncomfortable. Do you want to remove it?”
  • After a long time contemplating, you decide not to.
  • Jumin keeps asking you, but you keep telling him not to worry.
  • To ease him once and for all, you cut off your bangs.
  • The sheer happiness and surprise on his face to be able to see your eyes properly is enough to make you melt.


  • I like to think that he simply glossed over your medical his to see if you had a history with drugs or something.
  • And he was a decent guy; he wouldn’t look at the CCTV feeds until it was absolutely necessary though.
  • But one day, he couldn’t find you anywhere. So he had to look into the CCTV attached to the bedroom.
  • And there you were, changing into clothes right after a shower.
  • Thankfully, you had your back facing the camera.
  • This guy jumped so suddenly that his knee hit the desk, and he winced in pain.
  • He was going to turn the camera off now that he knew you were okay
  • Those horrific slashes all across your back were terrifying him though.
  • But for her privacy’s sake, he didn’t snoop through your medical records.
  • Would always cover for you whenever someone brought the beach or a pool.
  • Weeks later, you two had gotten intimate one night.nothing hot and steamy, jaysus.
  • You had shown it to him, and refused to turn around as you mumbled through the story of a car accident.
  • He wrapped his arms around your waist and dug his face in between your shoulder blades.
  • You were feeling ticklish and laughed when he tickled you further.
  • “It’s all okay now. You are safe right here.”


  • This man is blind, he can’t really do anything about it.
  • He noticed that you always seemed to wear full sleeves whenever going outside.
  • However, when you were asked, you simply said that you had sensitive skin.
  • One day, you two were enjoying some quality time simply nestled together and watching the storm from his glass walled balcony.
  • You were just wearing a regular tee with capris, and so he had taken the liberty of softly rubbing small circles with his thumb all over your arm.
  • He got to the bumps on your forearm and brought it up.
  • Stammering, you tell him of how it was simply a blood donation gone wrong as you try to move it away.
  • He continues rubbing his thumb over it and asks if it hurts when he does that. You refuse, saying that it’s actually kinda soothing.
  • He then whispers in your ear that there is no need to hide it, referring to the fact that you wore fullsleeves when outside..
  • From then on, very randomly, he would reach out to your arm and always massage it gently
  • It served as a stress relief for both you and him.


  • When he was recovering, he would often get into different kinds of withdrawal symptoms.
  • You would help him see through them whenever it happened around you.
  • Once he was shaking very vigorously, and the only thing you could think of was to grab his hands and try to calm him down.
  • He gripped on your hands very tightly, and you winced, but you tried to hum softly, hoping that he could listen and try to calm down.
  • After an arduous thirty minutes, he was calm enough to go back to sleep.
  • The next day, he heard what happened and thanked you when you came to visit again.
  • He wanted to look at your hands to see if he did accidently bruised you or something.
  • He was NOT expecting the tiny marks all over your hands.
  • He was genuinely scared for you and himself.
  • “I couldn’t have done this…” he mumbled breathily.
  • “Stop.” You said firmly, and rubbed his back. “You didn’t do this. It’s from a bunch of operations when I was a kid. Calm down.”
  • When he did, you explained how you were born with inverted hands, and you had to go through a lot for it to be functional.
  • He was still very worried, considering he had squeezed your hands very tightly, ant you looked physically weaker than him.
  • To his surprise, you took ahold of his hands and squeezed them gently.
  • Sometimes, he would trace and count just how many small marks there were spread around both of your hands.
  • It helped calm him and keep him focused on something
  • After a long time, when he got better and yout wo ended up dating, he would love grab your hands and kiss them randomly.

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gracefulroots  asked:

Omg your art style is SO CUTEE <3 totally precious really, i'm fangirling hard hahaha <3 if you feel like it, could you draw klance with red and blue as regular earth cats? Idk, just love the lions as cats, what can I say lol Hugs <3

Oh my goodness you’re too sweet!! I hope this is okay?? I’m sorry it took me so long but i really appreciate your message and i LOVED doing this! (I probably should’ve done some research on cats before drawing them TT im sorry) <3

anonymous asked:

what are the weirdest things that have happened to you here in tumblr dot hell

i have a fuckn list omg

  1. that one time some random anon went around telling my mutuals that i had died in a car accident and made a few of my friends cry, all while i was asleep
  2. that one time so many of you started submitting my name to akinator that i actually turned out as a result for a few weeks but i’m probably not there anymore 
  3. that one time someone made a literal hate blog for me, saying i was a bad influence bc i was promoting pedophilia bc i was 18yo dating a 26yo (i wasn’t)
  4. that one time someone made a callout post for me because i was appropriating mexican culture when i’m mexican
  5. that one time i got nominated for the prettiest on some fandom “awards” (never asked anyone to do it and never asked ppl to vote) and got so much hate for winning that i had to turn off anons for a month and still got hate afterwards
  6. that one time some anon claimed to be stalking me, saying they could see me through my windows and shit
  7. that one time some random anon started submitting my selfies to porn blogs lmaooooo
  8. that one time someone accused me of not being mexican and lying about it for attention and so many people believed them that i had to post a long ass snap story showing i live in monterrey, and still got hate for it
  9. that one time someone made a fake blog pretending to be me ??? they didn’t do anything “problematic” with the blog but it was still very very weird 
  10. that one time some anons kept messaging my irl friends asking for my nudes, private information, etc, and sent them hate when they refused lol

paleesky  asked:

HI KEITH! So now it reeeeaallly has been a while since I sent a prompt but you want fluff so I shall send fluff. Okay. So it's their anniversary and Shiro wants to plan something involving the kids. He remembers he used to leave notes for Keith all over the house to make him smile. So he does that and Keith is used to it but it surprises him to find the kids' handwriting in the notes left for him. It's a treasure hunt for Keith and it leads to family fluff. There. Thank you cathreeeeell! 💞💞💞

[The Voltron Family] Keith woke up alone in bed one morning and he suddenly got irritated because he was used to Shiro’s kisses being his alarm clock. He rolled over the bed and just laid, forming a big star. He closed his eyes and felt some paper sticking on Shiro’s pillow. It was a post-it.

Good Morning, Red Bean! Did you know you look so beautiful today even with your bedhead? How do I know this? Because I wrote this while looking at your sleeping face. Keith. Shut up. It’s not creepy if we’re husbands. I’m allowed to stare at you. Now, don’t frown just because I’m not there beside you. Get up and pee. *winks at the bathroom*

Shiro would leave notes to make Keith smile and well, they didn’t really fail. Keith got up and headed to the bathroom to pee. He saw a note on the wall.

I know you’re reading this while you’re peeing. LOL I want you to know that I love that little mole on your neck, the one near your right ear. Yeah, that’s right. I know you’re touching it now. HAHAHA I love kissing that part not because it’s such a perfect place for kissing, but simply because you’re ticklish in that area and I love your adorable laugh the most.

Keith snorted as he unconsciously touched the mole Shiro was talking about. He shook his head, feeling his face heat up. He was about to leave the bedroom when he saw another note on the door.

Aha! Leaving our room now, aren’t you, my pretty one? Remember the first day we moved in into our house? We didn’t even unpack our boxes. We simply just laid in bed all day, talking about how fun our future will be now that we have our own place. You were excited about building your own library, I was excited for curtain shopping. Oh shut it. You know I love my curtains, Keith. We kinda just cuddled all day and napped. I love that. I love napping with you.

Keith couldn’t help himself but “Awww” softly. He loved napping with Shiro, too. He was glad to know it was mutual. He took all the notes with him and he walked over to the stairs and found another one.

Dude. That one time I slipped in this very stairs? It was hilarious for me, and I was the injured one. But you, Keith… my love, you panicked and thought I died. HAHAHAHAHA I was touched by that. Thank you for caring so much. I love how compassionate you are and just an overall kind person.

He was blushing. Keith knew that, and he wanted to punch Shiro for making him feel that way. He made it to the first floor and saw another note by the wall leading to the kitchen.

We had our first kiss here. Well, technically not our “first” but in this house it was. You know what made it so memorable? You called me “A spineless, pale, pathetic lot.” You quoted “Mulan” because I told you to “talk dirty” to me. I started laughing so hard because you’re such a dork. I love your kisses but I love how you’re such a nerd above all else. 

Upon remembering the event, Keith laughed so hard that he had to cover his mouth with his hand to stop himself from being too loud. He passed by the hallway and saw three notes connecting each other.

Daddy Keith, Daddy Shiro told us to write something about you that we love. But we couldn’t fit it all in just one sticky note, so we combined three! We’re so brilliant, right? We will start with your smell. Daddy Shiro is looking at us weirdly. But you smell so nice when you hug us in the morning. Especially when we bury our faces in your neck. Daddy Shiro is nodding, saying he agrees. That’s good, isn’t it? At least you’re not stinky unlike other people! The meals that you prepare for us and the snacks we eat during recess always tastes so good! Lance said to add the chocolate crinkles because it’s his favourite. Pidge said to mention brownies and Hunk (me!) butterscotch. Other mommies and daddies just don’t get it right. Daddy Shiro said because you put love in it and sweat (according to Lance which Daddy Shiro denied. I don’t think you put sweat in it too. That’s just icky. But if you really do, then that’s ok! Because it tastes good!). You’re the best Daddy in the world (Daddy Shiro said it’s ok to put that because he thinks so too) and if you were not the one who adopted us, we will leave the current ones, and look for you. (Pidge said we’re not sure how to do that since we’re only little, but we will. Lance agrees because you kiss his boo boos away with Spider-man band-aids).

Keith started tearing up at the long message of his kids. He sniffled as he wiped his eyes and chuckled to himself, slowly taking the notes with him. God. It was too early to get emotional and yet here he was. He looked around and saw another post-it leading to the backyard.

These past couple of years have been the best years of my life—not to sound too dramatic or anything. Stop rolling your eyes at me, Keith. I know you just cried reading that beautiful letter from our cubs. I can’t believe I just called our children “cubs” but it felt so right lol. I just want you to know that, I would never have asked for a better husband in my life. Dude. You made me gay. I can’t believe it! HAHAH Just kidding. But seriously, Keith. You’re probably thinking “Wow. It’s been 14 years of being together and 6 years of being married and this idiot still wants me?” I do, Keith. I do. And I will want you every day till my dying breath. Wow. So dramatic. HAHAHA That very day you told me you were ace? I think that was one of the best days of my life. Thank you, Keith. For being you and for having me.

Keith was surprised someone wiped his tears that he didn’t know he had. He looked up and saw Shiro smiling at him fondly, hugging him in the process. His tears poured all the more when he saw his kids outside near the pool sitting on the table, waiting for him. His eyes landed on the table. They prepared an English breakfast because Keith loved that. He felt Shiro kiss his forehead and heard him softly say, “Happy Anniversary, love.”

Embarrassed at how red his face had gotten, Keith buried his head in Shiro’s neck and mumbled something incoherently, but somehow Shiro had caught on it and just laughed while saying, “I love you, too.”

stop-hammerkind  asked:

Holy ASS please draw more male mc-- with long or short hair idc man it's WONDERFUL it's the first time I'm seeing one with long hair but I've been blessed I love it

IM GLAD U LIKE HIM T_T!! THANKS!! i have a few wips of him with yoosung, though i dunno if i’ll ever finish them so here are the other male mcs too that i finished! my favorite is the last one bc he is the “im rika” choices for yoosung’s route lol

Love Affair Part 1

Summary: Your married to Danny (Luke Evans) for a few years now. You guys started out strong, but over time the marriage slowing starts to fall a part. One night you decided to take off and enjoy yourself at a local lounge. There, you meet a man name Negan (JDM). He gives you all the attention of been needing and over time, you two begin to become close. How would things play out for the two of you? How would Danny take it once he finds out? 

Requested By: @mikki-hear

Warning: Cussing

Love Affair Part 1

Chapter 1

For the past couple of hours, I’ve sitting in a beautiful elegant restaurant. I’m in my favorite black lace dress and matching wedges. My hair done, nails done, and make up perfect. I should be having the time of my life, but, I wasn’t. 

Because yet again, I find myself completely alone. Danny, my husband, once again forgot another anniversary. Just like he forgot holidays and birthdays, he just forgot them all. I tried calling, but I never got an answer back. I just got the check and headed on home.

When I got there, Danny wasn’t even home. Guess he was working late, again. I headed upstairs and got ready for bed, then went to sleep. I was only sleep for a couple of hours when I heard a noise from the hallway. I got up to check it out, it was Danny, drunk.

“There’s my girl.” Danny said, smiling as he stumbling into the bedroom. “How was your night?” 

“It was fine.” I said, crossing my arms as he kicked his shoes off. “Where have you been?”

“With the boys.” Danny said, falling back on the bed. “We were watching the game and had drinks. My team won by the way.”

“That’s good.” I said, as he turned on the TV. “Glad you had fun.”

“Everything okay babe?” Danny said, putting his hands behind his head and looking over at me. “You look upset.”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” I said, nodding my head. “Actually… I’m not.”

“What’s wrong? Broke a nail or something?” Danny said smirking.

“You forgot again.” I said and he rise an eyebrow. “Our Anniversary. Our five year anniversary.” 

“Fuck.” Danny said, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. “Babe.” He looked over at me as he sat up. “I’m sorry. I had a long day at work and I just wanted to take my mind off of things. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I’ll take you to dinner tomorrow night if you want. We can go to that sushi place that opened up.”

“It’s alright.” I said, shaking my head. God, I hate sushi, you should know that. “I think I’m going to go back to bed.” I crawl back to bed and laying on my side, looking away from him. “You should to, you got work in the morning.” 

“How about we don’t go to sleep and I…” Danny said, putting his arm around me as he start kissing my neck. “Can start making it up to you right now.”

“Please Danny.” I said, looking up at him as he looked down at me. “I’m not feeling well. I just want to sleep, please.”

He let out a sigh and nodded his head. I wrapped the blankets around me tight, trying not to cry. Danny always made promises that he’ll make it up to me, but he never does. He things sex is a cure all, when what would really cure it, is him just being there for me.

Chapter 2

The next morning, Danny said for me to be ready by seven so he could take me to dinner. I got ready and sat there on the couch, waiting for him. I kept looking at the clock, watching time go by. I let out a sigh, when I saw it was nine a clock.

 I did my usual routine when he didn’t show up. I went upstairs, got ready for bed and went to sleep, alone. And like his usual routine he comes in, making noise and smelling of beer. He would give me another excuse and another promise to make it up to me.

I really thought he was going to make it up to me the following week, my birthday. He had bought us tickets to the phantom of the opera, a play I’ve been dying to see. I got dress and waited for him to get home, so we could head out. 

Yet again, I was sitting there waiting and waiting. I shook my head when I saw he was already over an hour late. I started heading upstairs to get ready for bed. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing myself all doll up and going no where.

“You know what?” I said, talking to myself in the mirror. “It’s your birthday and you deserve to go out.” 

I headed downstairs and called a taxi. I decided to visit a lounge that had just opened a couple of months ago. It was nice, wasn’t too nosy at all. I took a seat at the bar and order a drink. I just sat there, string it around as I looked at the happy couples.

“I should have just stayed home.” I said, in a low voice.

“Why you fucken say that?” I looked over at a man sitting next to me as he looked over at me. “So, why do you fucken say that doll face?”

“No reason.” I said, looking back at my drink.

“So it fucken has nothing to do with the couples sucking each others faces?” He said. I looked over at him as he chugged his drink and slammed it down. “Cause that’s why I was fucken thinking I should have stayed home.”

“Yeah.” I said and he looked over back at me. “That’s why I said that.” I went back to my drink. “This sucks.”

“Fucken tell me about it.” He said, waving at the bartender to pour him another drink. “I”m Negan by the way.” He offer me his hand. “What’s your name doll?”

“(Y/N)” I said, shaking his hand.

“Well nice to fucken meet you doll.” Negan said, smiling as he kiss my hand. Then he saw my wedding ring. “My fucken bad.” He let go of my ring. “I didn’t know you were taken.”

“It’s okay.” I said, string my drink. 

“So why are you fucken here alone? Where is your husband at?” Negan said, drinking his whiskey.

“I don’t know.” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “He’s probably at the spots bar with his friends. We were suppose to go to the opera today for my birthday but, he never showed up.” I took a drink. “He never shows up.”

“Wait.” Negan said as we both looked at each other. “It’s your fucken birthday and your husband isn’t with you?” I nodded my head. “Take it hes going to say “He forgot”?” Using his fingers to do quotes. “What a douche.”

“Yeah.” I said, taking another drink. “He always forgets. Like our anniversaries, valentine’s day, dinners I had plan. Pretty much everything.”

“You know what? We need to get you a fucken cake.” Negan said, grabbing a menu and flipping to the dessert page “Which one do you want doll? Pick one out and I’ll fucken pay for it. I’ll pay for your drinks too.”

“Oh no Negan.” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t want you to pay for me.”

“Too fucken bad.” Negan said smiling at me. “It’s your birthday after all. Now” He pointed at the cake slices. “Which one do you fucken want?”

“Alright.” I said smiling as I looked at the cakes. “How about this one?” I pointed at a cookies and cream cake. “We can share it.”

“That’ just happen to be my fucken favorite.” Negan said, smiling at me.

We sat there, drinking and eating together. We talked for hours, laughing like we didn’t have a care in the world. Laughing, god I haven’t done that in months. I almost forgot what it was like to laugh, what it was like to be, happy. 

Negan was so carefree and open, you could tell that by his cussing. It was over the top, but I liked it, it was, colorful. He told me about how him and his ex had broken up a couple of months ago, he was taking it a bit hard. He wanted to more and she wanted less, so he choice to walk away from it.

 He said he hadn’t been out the whole time til tonight and he was glad he did. I had to admit, I was glad we both decided to go out tonight. I needed this, I needed someone to talk to. Someone that made me feel like I was someone again and not a nobody.

It was almost midnight when we decided to head out. Negan called a taxi for us and made sure I got home. Lucky me, Danny still wasn’t home, but for once, I didn’t care. 

“So doll, this is were I fucken leave you.” Negan said, walking up to my door.

“Yeah.” I said, smiling. “Thank you Negan. I had fun tonight.”

“No fucken problem birthday girl.” Negan said, stepping closer to me. “Here’s a fucken birthday kiss for you.” He lean down and kiss my cheek. “Happy birthday (y/n).”

“Thank you Negan.” I said, blushing a bit. “So goodnight.”

“Yeah.” Negan said, looking down as he smile. He was blushing a bit too. “Goodnight doll face.” He looked up as he started walking backwards to the taxi. “So I’ll call you tomorrow and we can catch that fucken movie we were talking about. If that’s still alright with you doll?”

“Yeah that’s alright.” I said, smiling as I open my door. “But friends.”

“A course.” Negan said, smiling. “Just fucken friends.” He open the taxi door. “Goodnight doll.”

“Goodnight Negan.” I said, going inside and closing the door. I lean up against the door and let out a happy sigh. “I hope you do call tomorrow.”

And Negan did just that. Anytime we had plans, Negan always showed up. When he was running late, he always gave me the ends up about it. God, he was so much different than Danny was. 

We were hanging out almost every day, if we weren’t hanging out we were on the phone. We were going to the movies, lunches, over to his place to watch TV, and we event went shopping together.  

It was like that for weeks and I couldn’t be happier. Even with Danny forgetting our plans or coming home smelling like booze, it didn’t bug me. Hell, the man didn’t even notice when I came home after he did or didn’t come back home till the next day. 

But like I said, it didn’t bug me, it didn’t bug me one bit. All  because I had Negan, someone that was always there. I was happy and I was grateful for that, grateful for Negan. What else could make me more happier? My question was soon answer, when me and Negan went to a local diner one day. That day, everything change for us. But would it be for the better? 

Love Affair Part 2

Note: This was suppose to be a one shot but it’s going to be too long lol. So most likely a three part one at the most. (Gifs props to maker/some mine)

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anonymous asked:

What are your preferred pronouns, for those like me who for some reason assumed 'he'?

Take your pick! I am just a chick who likes to draw, write, and do all sorts of creative stuff. So call me whatever, just don’t call me late for lunch.

For me, the ultimate compliment is when people don’t actually know off the bat whether I’m a dude or a chick. I absolutely don’t mind disclosing my female status when asked, but seeing as it doesn’t really have any bearing on my creative works, I don’t see the need to bring it up that often.

I’d much rather be known as a “great writer” or “cool artist” than “great girl writer” or “cool lady artist”. Even better, I’d just like to be known as a rad human being. So when people don’t actually know, don’t really care, and are just assuming based off of whatever they want to assume about me from my works alone, I absolutely love it! 

With the massive variety of stuff I love to do, life’s too short to worry about what people call me:

Fridays are for Facetimes (Tom Holland Drabble)

for all those college students who dream of having Tom Holland as a boyfriend….a.k.a i wrote this because i want tom holland to call me lovebug???

Surrounded by open books, your laptop, and disheveled notecards; you laid on your stomach on the floor by your bed. It was only a few days into the semester but your course load had grown quite large since you were finishing up your general education classes before moving on to ones for your specialized major. Even though it was a Friday night, you found that your apartment was quietest at this hour. Your three other roommates were out on the town, leaving you alone in the small apartment. You debated going out with them but a text from your boyfriend alerted you to the possibility of a facetime, so you decided to spend the night with your books.

Your clock read 12:34 when his picture flashed up on your laptop and phone, both chorusing your ringtone. Moving your mouse from your chemistry homework over to the answer button, you could feel yourself smile. 

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Day One: An intro for your Fatesona

I sort of skipped over the ‘from’ part and just went to making an intro, ahah;; 
Sora’s direction is actually really (scarily!) good, she just likes taking a bunch of weird detours trying to find the Kitsune Hamlet. Somehow, though, she continues to find people to sell things to so maybe the detours weren’t so weird after all…? 

She’s an eccentric but affable girl whose jokes can sometimes tip a bit into the mean spirited area. She is slow to trust but extremely quick to get attached once that threshold has been crossed, and her reactions to physical affection vary accordingly. She hates having debts and being on the losing end of things, so if she offers you something that puts her at a disadvantage you can be 69% sure that it’s a ploy of some sort. Even if that ploy is spending more time with you. Though she plays at being coy and enjoys gossip to a worrying degree, her feelings are usually quite pure and straightforward. Sells both physical wares and information. 

Since her adoptive father’s passing, she’s been on the search for a new home. She has a few complexes about her kitsune heritage, and strives to keep it hidden (especially since it’s been drilled into her that she’d probably die if anyone found out). Since she’s stayed at least approximately 100 yards away from any and all beaststones and has yet to transform once, she has a lot of urges that she has no idea what to do with. The extra energy seems to have tipped over to the opposite end and wound up with her being extra lazy instead. She’s chasing the Hamlet more for the idea of family more than any real love for her kinsmen. 

Fullbody + Initial Reference || blog tag 

Bonus little edit: 

It’s probably an extreme version of tag. 


REQUESTED: “ Anyway, I wanted to ask if you could write another smut Imagine or one shot where y/n or the reader is best friends with Simon but they eve always had sexual tension between them and one night after they go clubbing, they go home and let it out? If this makes sense lol” (i cut some of the message off but to the person who requested you were so lovely thank you i made this extra long for you !!)

“Simon, can you get my zip?”

“Yeah, just come here.”

I held the dress to my front as I made my way over to where Simon was sat, looking at his phone. As it was Christmas, and I had no family to be staying with, I was seeking refuge in the Sidemen house for the next two weeks. I wasn’t the only one. Lewis and Freya were staying too. This was nice, however Lewis’ presence meant the spare room was occupied, leaving me to stay in one of the other boys’ room. I chose Simon being that he had been my best friend for the longest, and we had lived together for the first year of university anyway.  I stood in front of his chair. The squeak of his seat alerted me he was now facing me, and soon enough I felt his fingers brush against the exposed skin of my back. An unexpected gasp left my lips.

“Did I hurt you?”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion before shaking my head. “Err no?” I questioned. “Your hands are just…cold.”

His chuckle vibrated through the room as he pressed his entire hand on the skin unexpectedly, as if to mock me. I gasped again. 

He moved his focus to my zip as asked, and began attempting to pull it up, clearly struggling. 

“Why do you buy your clothes so tight?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He chuckled again, making me smile. This was the first time in a year and a half that Simon and I had seen eachother as we were both so busy all the time. He had certainly changed a fair bit in this time - not necessarily for the worst.

My thoughts were interrupted as a hand grabbed at my waist. With his other hand, Simon dragged the cold zip up my back, his fingers gently tickling my spine causing my eyelids to flutter shut. Suddenly the door opened.

“Hey are you guys- ummm?”

He contracted his hand as he stood up upon Freya’s arrival, putting his phone in his pocket.

“Did I interrupt something?”

He chuckled once again, walking past Freya to exit the room. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He turned to smile at me as he repeated my words from earlier, leaving me smiling against my will at the floor.

Eventually we made it to the club, and it didn’t take long before everyone was drunk. I wasn’t a heavy drinker but I enjoyed the confidence delivered by alcohol, so I made an effort around all the new people hear tonight. We all sat around a table on leather sofas at the back of the loud room, sharing a fish bowl before Callum piped up.

“So I’ve got an idea. Truth or dare?”

Everyone cheered, and I took a sip of my drink. Callum lay his empty beer bottle in the centre of the table and span it. I watched as it became a blur of green before landing. 

“Simon! Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He took a swig of his beer. As callum looked around the group for suggestions. Freezy piped up.

“Odds on suicide shot then boys?”

Simon groaned, his expression sour as he accepted his fate, picking up the small glass of burning liqueur in front of him. I watched intently as he gulped it down, smashing the glass back on the table before biting a chunk out of the lemon slice attached to the glass. 


“Er no,” JJ interrupted. “You missed the last step.”

“Last step?”

“Yep. You have to lick a line of salt off the neck of the person to your left.”

He looked up at me with a smirk as it hit me that I was to his left. I felt Simon’s eyes on me, silently asking for my consent.


I moved my hair as he sprinkled salt from a salt shaker all over my neck, falling into my collarbone. He attached his lips to my skin, sucking gently, his tongue moving in circles. I squirmed slightly, resisting the urge to moan as he unknowingly sucked at my sweet spot. In an attempt to keep me still as he collected the salt his hand grabbed my thigh. I bit my own tongue to resist reacting. Eventually he pulled away, and the game continued. 

An hour later there had been sick, pain, mixed drinks and secrets, but the game was not nearly over. The green bottle slowed. Then, it came to a halt. I downed the rest of my drink. 

“Y/N! Truth or Dare?”

I put down my empty glass, feeling a lot more confident and buzzed than I was an hour ago.


“Say no more, Miss Y/L/N,” Freezy looked at me, one eyebrow raised. “I dare you to kiss Simon.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to me. I turned to Simon. Would this make things weird? Did he want to do this? I’d be lying to say it hadn’t been on my mind since the minute I arrived at the Sidemen house. Fuck it.

I put one hand on the left side of his face, leaning in and letting our lips touch. Instantly I forgot about everyone around us, moving my body closer to Simon’s and increasing the pace of the kiss. His tongue swiped my bottom lip and I opened my mouth slightly, granting entrance. 

“Oi there was tongue! I 100% saw tongue there!” Ethan exclaimed, drowning out the sound of JJ screaming. Simon pulled away, and I couldn’t help but smile as I looked down. 

“Right, I need a drink. Y/N come with me?” Freya looked at me intensely. I nodded, standing up and walking past the boys to get out of the booth.

“I’m coming!” Sarah stood up.

We made our way to the bar, each ordering the same drink. Freya and Sarah sat on the bar stools either side to me.

“Right, so Y/n. Sit.” Sarah smirked. I sat down. “What’s going on between you and Simon?”

Freya immediately interrupted. “Yeah, because that blatantly wasn’t the first time you two have kissed.”

“I’ve never seen two people so close to fucking without actually touching eachother’s bodies in anyway!”

The girls both laughed as my face heated slightly.

“We actually haven’t ever kissed before! That was the first time.”

“Okay, but it’s not the first time you’ve thought about it, right?”

“” Both girls interrupted into a chorus of shouts and ‘ooooh!’s as I smiled.

“So what is it? Do you like him?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think so. Not yet anyway. I’m not ruling anything out. It’s just, this is the first time I’ve seen Simon in over a year and he has got so attractive..” Both Sarah and Freya nodded in agreement. “I just feel differently. Like, I want him.”

“You want his dick.”

“Freya! No!” I was met with stares from both friends. “Okay, fine. Maybe.”


“No, no, no! I couldn’t do it! We’re best friends, that’s so weird. It would never work.”

“But why would it not work?” Sarah asked, her voice loud and excited. “You can still be best friends, just best friends that give eachother orgasms! That’s so cool!”

“Exactly,” Freya agreed. “Friendship and orgasms? The two best things ever. How could combining them go wrong?”

“I don’t know..what if it ends up being awkward? What if I catch feelings?”

“If it ends up being awkward you stop doing it. You become best friends that use to give eachother orgasms.” Freya looked up at me. “And if you end up catching feelings, we’ll help you figure out what to do next.” 

I looked down at my hands, silently weighing out pros and cons. I really don’t know why I’m thinking into it so deeply, I don’t even know how he feels. He may not even want to do anything with me. Suddenly I heard Sarah turn her chair around.

“Simon, lovely Simon, what a delight to see you! What brings you here?”

He gave her a questioning look as Freya giggled.

“Umm..well Ethan just threw up so we’re leaving. There’s two ubers waiting outside.”

“Two? Why two?”

“Not all of us will be able to fit in the first one.”

“So how many are we looking to put in the second one?”

“Only like two.”

I looked up, instantly meeting eyes with both of the smiling girls. 

“Well, shotgun the first uber.” Freya ran off towards where everyone was piling out of the door, followed by a shouting Sarah. Simon looked at me.

“Looks like it’s just me and you then.”

We said our goodbyes to everyone before getting into the car, both of us sitting in the back. Despite all the space around the car we sat closely, our legs touching. Freya’s words flew round my brain. I battled internally, wondering whether I should try and make a move. 

At last we arrived at the Sidemen house. Simon pulled out his keys, opening the door. The house was dark and quiet.

“Everyone must be asleep.” He said. I nodded. 

“Looks like it. Are you tired?”

He shook his head. “No, are you?”

I shook my head back. He put his keys down, taking off his shoes. 

“Wanna carry on drinking?”

“Of course.”

We made our way to the kitchen. I sat down on one of the stools, throwing my heels down as Simon reached into the top cabinet, grabbing several bottles. He placed them in front of me along with two glasses.

“Pour yourself whatever you want, I’m just gonna go to the toilet.”


I poured out an even mix of vodka and coke, instantly downing the whole thing before pouring another one. I wasn’t yet drunk, just slightly giggly and warm. Simon entered. He sat down on the stool next to me and poured himself half a glass of gin, downing the entire thing. I watched as his face scrunched up at the bitter taste. He reached for the vodka next.

“So Y/N.” He said my name, making me feel even warmer inside as I watched the liquid hit the bottom of the glass. “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

He turned to face me. “Last time I checked, you didn’t drink this much.”

“I’ve always wanted to,” I spoke honestly. “Just always been too scared. If I was gonna get really drunk I would want it to be with someone I really trusted.”

“So you really trust me?”

“Well, yeah. I mean I’ve known you most of my life.”

He smiled at me. “I trust you too.”

There was a silence. We held eye contact. Before I knew it, I was leaning in. Our lips touched. It was light at first, almost hesitant, gentle. Then it became rougher. He placed both hands on my waist, picking me up and placing me on the kitchen table. I ran my hands through his hair as he entered his tongue into my mouth, making me moan. His hands slid under my dress as his mouth moved to my neck, sucking and licking the area, gently nibbling every now and then. My head fell back. 

He moved his hands to my zip, beginning to remove my clothing. I stopped him.

“Upstairs. Now.”

He lifted me, carrying me on his waist up the stairs to his bedroom. I closed the door behind me as he threw me down onto his bed, instantly lifting himself onto me. I began undoing the buttons of his white shirt and he unzipped my dress, leaving me in nothing but underwear. His lips moved to my collarbones, and then my chest. I moaned once again as he submerged his hand into my underwear, rubbing my clit in circles with his index finger.

“S-Simon” I groaned, digging my nails into his back, leaving scratches all down his back. I moved my hand to the zipper of his jeans. “Take them off. Now.”

I felt him smile against my neck, complying with my request as he removed his jeans, leaving him in his underwear. I pulled those down too, wrapping my hand around his dick. I moved my palm up and down his length, alternating from fast to slow. He groaned against me. I flipped him over, moving down his body until my mouth came into contact with the place in which he was most sensitive. I swirled my tongue around his tip, looking up at him.

“Y/N please - no teasing.” He groaned again, flipping me over and pulling my underwear down and tossing it to the floor. I wrapped my hands around his back as he entered himself inside me, thrusting slowly. The sounds of our moans echoed around the room. 

He quickened the pace, placing a hand on my waist and the other over my breast causing my stomach to twist. He sucked again on my neck.

“S-Simon I’m close.” I uttered out as he went faster. His moans increased, as eventually I felt my body unwind, losing grip of his as I fell back. He thrusted one last time before collapsing beside me.


“Yeah,” I breathed. “Wow.”

He reached into his draw, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and putting them on. He passed me one of his shirts. I thanked him, sliding it over my head before lying back down. He pulled the duvet over us and put an arm around me.

“Night Y/N.”

“Night Simon.”

anonymous asked:

Would you tell us if you had a little? We know privacy is important to you and I guess that would cover your little too.

I certainly would yes.

It’s funny, I got a message the other day after posting that if I did get a little I wouldn’t reveal her because of my popularity mixed with the hate and vitriol she would probably get in her ask box.

Someone took this to mean I would keep her a secret and sent me an ask suggesting I would do so in order to keep things secret like I had a harem and told them all they were the only one. Lol

They obviously haven’t been here long or don’t know me well.

Then again I just figured they had put their mouth where their asshole was and let all the ignorance spill out.

‘All The Things You Said’ Chapter 18 is up! Woo!

prompted by @writingwife-83 :) *waves hello* I hope you like it!

#15 things you said with too many miles between us (from this list)

let me know what y’all think! *hands everyone virtual cookies*

“Do you know when you’re going to be back?” Molly asked as Sherlock embraced her.

“Two weeks at least; could be longer,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. She pulled back slightly to look up at him. Taking his face in her hands, she rose up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips.

“Be safe,” she whispered.

“Promise,” Sherlock assured her before heading out the door. He was going on a case that Mycroft had assigned him. John stayed back as he refused to be away from Rosie for that long period of time. Of course Molly was worried about him; she always did when he was sent away for top priority cases such as this.

Molly lay in bed, completely exhausted, unable to sleep. She hated feeling like this but the simple truth was that she had just grown used to falling asleep with his arms around her. Her phone pinged, lighting up the nightstand. She reached for her phone to check her messages.

I know you’re awake. Can’t sleep? SH

Who are you, Santa Clause? Lol and yes I can’t seem to rest. MH

Yes, very funny, Molly. Give me a moment. SH

It was then her phone began ringing, his name displayed on the screen.

“Hey you,” she answered.

“Hello,” he replied. Molly could practically hear the smile in his voice.

“All settled for the next two weeks?” she asked him.

“Mm, for the most part. You’re lying on my side of the bed,” he stated. He was right, of course. It helped to be surrounded by his scent as it still lingered in his pillowcases.

“Good job. What else can you deduce, Mr. Holmes?” Molly smiled.

“You’re wearing one of my shirts as a nightdress,” he replied cheekily. “I do love seeing you in them.”

“Right again. I don’t know how I’m going to sleep tonight,” Molly sighed.

“I’ll stay on the phone with you until you fall asleep,” Sherlock offered.

“I’d like that,” she told him. They had talked about any and everything until Sherlock heard her sleeping breaths through the speaker.

“I love you,” he whispered before ending the call.

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Dear Markiplier

I found @markiplier’s community almost three years ago, but it feels like it’s been so much longer. I stumbled across your Sonic.exe playthrough by chance while watching some creepypasta videos (when those were still a thing lol)

Ever since then, you’ve been a part of my daily life. Watching your videos has become routine, and what really means most to me is how encouraging your message is.

When you posted the “I Feel Lost” video not long ago, I cried like a big bumbling baby. Why? Because I was in that place too.

I’m currently getting through the last week of my freshman year of college. I’m studying graphic design and digital media. I feel a lot like you probably did when you first started Youtube. I’m doing it of course because I love it, but it’s so intimidating to see my fellow artists. Even in the fandom, I feel intimidated to share my art alongside the other talented artists we have.

Not only are these artists my colleagues, they are also, in a sense, my competition. We are all going towards similar goals and similar kinds of success. Youtube is like that too. It felt so good to know you’ve been in a similar place before. After watching that video, I just told myself: “If Mark didn’t give up, I won’t either.”

Just the next day, you had the Charity Water stream, and you showed my art live on the stream, as if the universe just wanted to say, “Yes. Don’t give up.”

I found your channel when I was in a really hard place in life, and it feels so good to know someone truly and honestly believes in me. Thank you so much.

My hope is I get to meet you this summer so I can really tell you how much what you do means to me. I have tickets for San Diego Comic Con, so I hope you’re there again like usual. Even though conventions don’t allow for much time to talk, just being able to thank you in person is more than I could ever ask for.

So thank you, from the bottom of this Eastern Kentuckian’s heart.

-versaillesingray, aka Alyssa

(inspired by the lovely @dogiplier ❤️️)

anonymous asked:

You are an amazing artist and I follow you since you make your celts blog! You're a big big big inspiration to me! And I missed so much the celts, but you're recent drawings makes me so happy <3 ;^;

thank you so much anon :’)  it makes me a bit emotional that you’ve been following me for so long and stayed through all of the other phases lol this is a very kind message i wish you the best