not so fab sorry

This is for @cheesyshenanigans and the glory that is the Discord talk about the Sugardaddy-AU. Makki getting paid in memes was on the table but… sadly you can’t live off that.

@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha

anyhoo, onto the story:

Lance woke up with a sneeze.

He blinked his eyes open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly. Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.

Congested sinuses that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each movement? Check. 

Raw, sandpaper throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.

The strange sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.

Conclusion: Today is gonna suck.

If Lance were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable.  Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued. It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no matter how taxing it could be on his own body.

Lance steeled himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began to make his way down to the dining hall.

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sometimes I see stupid comments in different places of this fandom about adding lipstick on (mostly male ofc) characters, so it inspires me to draw/sketch this kind of stuff, hehe.. ( @marinette-buginette omg, sorry hahah)

Adrien had so fab (fight me if pink doesnt suit him) lipstick after one photo shoot, so lately he couldnt stop himself to share with his friends.. in his way, pff  idk what am i doing

(no worries, Chloe will get this too lmao) 

“This time was different felt like I was just a victim & it cut me like a knife when you walked out of my life now I’m in this condition & I’ve got all the symptoms of a girl with a broken heart
but no matter what you’ll never see me cry”

@ssweet-dispositionn 💗

anonymous asked:

so i spent my night reading “i’d like to believe that i’d do it again” and honestly? one the BEST things ive ever read in my entire goddamn life. it was so so good and so so beautiful and so amazingly well written. and id just like to thank you for writing it. ❤️❤️

THANK YOU SO MUCH. I am very proud of that college au myself!! It was a huge part of my writing career and helped me grow and develop (you can really see the advancement in quality as you read). I’m happy that you liked it enough to send this ask so !!!!! thanks again.

Also, I would really like to point out the very talented individuals who have truly warmed my heart with fan art of this fanfic:

  • @flairandpassion really made this adorable comic of an excerpt from the story they also make a lot of other fan art for my fics and all of them are great and this person is an amazing artist and idk why you’re not following already if you’re not like go follow them right now. It made me scream when i saw it bc it is so detailed and cute and professional and wow i love it a lot.
  • @darbees has made TWO (2) moodboards of this au which are just so !!!! A E S T H E T I C. Truly, they made, like, made the fic kinda seem like a movie (if that makes sense?). She has also made more moodboards of my other fics which !!!! THANK YOU. THEY ARE SO WELL DONE AND MAKE ME GASP IN AWE.
  • @dmitryanya made THIS AMAZING FAN ART OF MARVIN AND TRINA THAT MADE ME ACTUALLY TEAR UP. It was actually the first fan art that I had ever recieved so it always makes me so emotional when I see it. It’s also so so so !!! well done. Like the shading and attention to facial expressions and the accuracy is just so !!! AWE-INSPIRING. I am a Fan^tm. This artist has made other fan art of falsettos and the content is just so ON POINT. I love it a lot.
  • @evetrash has made a cute comic with a particularly angsty excerpt and actually made it so cute and funny??? like d a m n. that took talent. I laughed and kinda forgot that I was supposed to be crying. and the art style is so cute and pretty and yes!!! q u a l i t y blog.
  • @thatthouknowestthine made sketches of scenes from my fic which !!!!! TOOK MY BREATH AWAY. They are such a talented artist and this fan art is so beautiful and i love the scenes that they chose, and their depiction of the characters are very much !!!! SO LOVELY. Another talented artist!!!
  • @ciaowhizzer - aka BLESSED MUTUAL - made some 10001/10, A+++++, i-look-at-these-daily-and-have-to-resist-the-urge-to-cry sketches of some iconic scenes as well! What more can I say about these??? That i love them to pieces??? that they are so well done and cause my heart to swoon??? the attention to small detail and shading and facial expression is just spell-bounding. I think about the art so much and feel like I am so unworthy!! such an iconic artist and she chose to bless me with fan art of my fic??? I am speechless. 

But yeah - all of these artists are just so so so important to me and blessed me with not only validation but blessed art - a thing that was created/inspired by MY OWN THING. And like, art is so so so hard, so the fact that these artists have such a talent and chose to share that talent by making me fan art is just??? So incredible and inspiring and it’s so overwhelming to think about. I have so much respect and admiration for these people, and I love and support them with all my heart. Thank you so much. I feel like my fic pales in comparison to the art created by these wonderful human beings.


two birds, one stone

char is a goddess, and it is still her birthday (thank u time difference)

airport au, based on this, but not 100% similar. enjoy :)

“Yeah, dad, it’s only a short delay, I should be arriving at 7 or so,” Stiles said, tucking the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he scoured the crowded airport for a free outlet. “No, dad, you don’t need to pick me up, I can catch a cab home, I’ll be fine.”

“You think I’d let my only son take a cab home after I haven’t seen him for a year?” his dad’s tinny voice rang out sharply over the line, and Stiles smiled fondly. “I don’t know who you’ve been hanging around with, son, but I’m picking you up, and that’s the end of that. I even made sure they gave me the night off.”

“That’s great dad,” Stiles told him honestly, before his eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of a free outlet next to… was that Derek Hale? “I’ll see you tonight,” he blurted out, heading over to get a closer look at the sleeping guy. “Holy shit.”

“Language,” the Sheriff reprimanded, and Stiles winced.

“Sorry, dad. I gotta go, ‘kay? Love you,” he said absently, settling his backpack down onto the ground and unslinging his messenger bag from his shoulders, cursing silently when the strap got tangled in his earphones.

“Yeah, love you too, kid. Have a safe trip.”

At the sound of the click, Stiles ripped his earbuds out and fumbled to untangle them when his bag’s strap slid a few inches in his grasp, knocking against Derek’s bent knees. “Shit,” he breathed out, eyes wide and horrified. He waited for a few moments, unmoving, before letting out a relieved breath when Derek didn’t wake. He folded himself down a few steps away, cursing the fact that he had left his extension cord back in Beacon Hills, and his charger was unfortunately short, rendering him incapable of moving further out and admiring Derek from after, like he used to.

He let out a sigh at the thought of his first few years of high school. Derek had been the basketball team captain, two years older than Stiles, and the only reason he hadn’t tried out for the team was the burning fear that he’d trip Derek up by accident during the tryouts and spend the rest of his high school career eating his lunch next to the dumpsters. Sarcastic and terrifying tended to be Stiles’ type, evidenced by one Lydia Martin and Derek himself.

Although, looking down at Derek now, his lashes dark smudges against his cheeks and his mouth shut in a little pout looking all sleepy and adorable, he probably wouldn’t be able to tell that Derek had allegedly got the 6’6” football quarterback to cry and apologize to Jessica Rawlings, a girl in Stiles’ year. Last he heard, Derek had gone off to the East Coast for college, following the footsteps of all his older siblings.

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anonymous asked:

drawing request: some happy killjoys? any of them really, just the killjoys smiling and having a good time doing whatever, maybe lounging around in the diner or something. you're cool :)

have some good ol’ fashioned shenanigans (that may or may not be alcohol induced)


Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Domestic Tae smuuuuut
Word count: Not enough 1,891

Summary: Taehyung is completely enraptured by the way the light makes your skin glow and can’t resist the urge the feel the beauty of it against his fingertips. 

A/N: FOR MY LOVE @taechulo WHO I PROMISED TO WRITE THIS FOR LIKE FOREVER AGO <333333 Okay but smut is hard for me??? Idk why??? So I’m sorry if this isn’t super fab ;u; I also very briefly edited this cause I’m lazy (psst there’s probably a lot of grammar errors oh well)

When dawn first peeks through the blinds, blanketing you in a golden hue, he fights back the urge to reach out and touch you. Taehyung wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his palm. 

It took a lot of self-control, but he refrains from doing so - you need your rest. The night prior had been long and rigorous, fuelled by too much wine and desire. But the longer he looks you over - completely mesmerised by the way you glow as though you were a deity - the more Taehyung can’t resist the urge any longer and allows his hand to find purchase on your shoulder.

He starts off just ghosting the pads of his fingers along the length of your upper arm, slow and gentle, then carries on to the remaining parts still left untouched. A shiver crawls up your spine every time his nails scratch the smooth expanse of your bare waist while his fingers trace your curves. It causes small bumps to litter your flesh, accompanied by a soft whine and the flutter of your lashes. 

Taehyung holds his breath, stills his movements and smiles in silent amusement when you continue to sleep.

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Les amis rapping head canons

Courf decides to instigate a rap off as an excuse to show off his skills (he just got really into Hamilton.) and the following ensues:

Bahorel: knows Biggie like the back of his hand.

JBM: can rap huge chunks in perfect unison. Everyone is especially shocked by Bossuet.

Jehan: asks if slam poetry counts as rap. It is unanimously agreed that it doesn’t.

R: learns really childish raps about climate change just to piss Enjolras off but when E calls him out on it he stares him straight in the eyes and drops this . Enjolras really doesn’t know how to react but hes kinda turned on

Combeferre: gets teased (all in good nature of course) because he’s black but can’t rap. Eventually he just calmly takes of his glasses and stands up and drops Nicki’s Monster verse. Courf melts.

Feuilly and Enjolras do not rap. they refuse outright. 




Winter’s Flower: Robb Stark X Reader

This is to the amazing @myironthrone who was also a huge help and is just a fab person! Go check her out!! Sorry this took so long… Hope you love it!

Warnings: Fear. Kissing. Intimacy.

Originally posted by drain-seeker

You were so afraid, but you could not let it show.

The men of the North were cold, tough, they told you.

“Are you ready, Lady Y/N?” A guard asked and you nodded taking a deep breath as you were lead through the tent and into the room.

“Introduce yourself.” A lord called at you so coldly, you gulped slightly and looked down.

“I am the Lady Y/N-”

“Louder, girl!”

“Easy Lord Bolten.” The King of the North growled at him, “She is helping us. Continue, Lady Y/N.”

You sighed and looked at the kind eyes of the King of the North who smiled gently at you as you began again, “I am Lady Y/N of the House Tyrell. I have come here, accept the term of traitor and deserter of the South and would like to share everything I know of the Baratheon-Lannister house.” 

The king smile grew and nodded at you, “Continue.”

“The Baratheon and Lannister men have been combined and they plan to take the North by means of Siege.”

A lord looked down at you. “How many men?”

“Around 40,000.”

“And the penalty you give yourself should this be false?” The Lord Bolton spat causing you to look at the ground.

“Traitor of the North.” You replied numbly, “Death.”

This caused the room to fall silent as they waited for the King to speak next.

He stood up and walked towards you, “Very well. I will take Lady Y/N to her tent. Thank you for my consul, my Lords. I will see you in the morn.” Offering you his arm, you looked at him nervously and took it as he lead you along to your tent.

You didn’t get much sleep, fearing the Lord Bolten would break into your room and strangle you, but you didn’t dislike the North. The clothing, the hair styles, even the weather please you far more the South or even the Reach.

The North’s king was not all bad either.

He was kind to you, spearing moments he could to get you out of your tent, inviting you to sit at his table for dinner, even allowing you to sit at the occasional council meetings. He was also generous to provide you with whatever you needed and in whatever supply. Be it books, paper, bards, jesters, even supplies of ink. Whatever you commanded her did his best to supply.

On top of that, he was incredibly good looking.

You wondered often, what the end of this war would mean. Should the Lannisters’ win I shall surly loose my head, but what of the Starks? Or Baratheon?

The Stark’s wanted nothing but the revenge they truly deserved. The death of Lord Eddard was cruel and unjust. The North, at last, deserved it’s freedom from the realm. It was due to this, not your life on the line that you prayed for the Stark’s victory, but the question remained.

What will be done with me when Robb Stark is officially made King of the North by more than his banner men?

Your handmaiden’s claimed he would wed you, giving him some claim to Highgarden and the Reach along with the North. You constantly reassured them of the unlikely hood of this, as the Lord Stark was promised to another yet they insisted. You tried to ignore this as it was highly impractical, yet you prayed for it to be true.

You envied your sister for having Joffrey, who you heard was nothing more than a child and tried not to hide it. Your sister wrote that Sansa Stark’s exact words were monster, at least last time she wrote to you. This left you terrified for her and yet, there was nothing you could do..

You pondered this day and night, which was why perhaps you had so little sleep.

It was one of those nights when your fear and anxiety was too high so you decided to put on my suitable clothes and take a walk around camp. You were doing just so, not disturbing anyone when a hand touched your shoulders causing you to almost jump out of your skin.

“Gods be good Y/N!” The hearted laugh of Robb spoke as your jump clearly startled him, “You will be the death of me, I swear it.”

“I am so sorry Robb.” You sighed, grabbing your arm and meeting his eyes. “I meant no harm I just could not sleep.”

He nodded, taking your arm, causing you to look up upon him “Understandable. I wish you would of told me you haven’t been sleeping.”

“How could you-” He pointed to the bags under your eyes and you sighed, “I am just so frightened Robb.. And yet I have never felt safer… I am sorry.. It’s very confusing and conflicting. I mean not to trouble you. You have enough troubles without my fault.”

“You are no trouble, my dearest, I assure you. You best not even say that.” He smirked, “I know you are loving it here… And I assure you, so long as it in my power none shall harm you.”

You nodded and smiled gratefully, though his words brought little to no comfort with them. “I cannot bear to think what happens after the war.” Sighing and cutting him off before he could reassure you, you stressed, “Should the Lions win, I will loose my head. The Stags will banish me. And the Wolves… I know not what they will do to me…”

“You mean me?” He asked, slight hurt in his voice, “You do not trust me, my Lady?”

“I am fearful… I believe this right is given and fair. I have betrayed all those I loved and now they must kill me. I have lied and ran and left my home for the place that I believe is truly my home but never will be.”

“But what if it is?”  He asked, stepping in front of you and grabbed both your arms as you stared into his eyes and he into yours, “I have the right mind to marry you, Y/N. Not when the war is over, but right now.”

You looked at him in shock, “Robb I-”

“I know, I promised to a Frey girl, but I don’t care.” He kissed your lips fiercely and pulled you closer to him, responding almost instantly, your lips squeezing his arms as his lips brushed yours. Finally pulling apart for you to breathe, he pressed his forehead to yours, whispering against your lips, “Tell me you love me, Y/N. Tell me now.”

“I love you.” You spat out instantly, kissing him gently, quickly, but urgently, “I love only you Robb,” You spoke as you went back into his lips, feeling him smirk and move his arms so he could lift you into the air and hold you in his arms.

“Then, my beautiful winter flower, we will never be separated again.”