oh look i made something for this blog!!

anonymous asked:

You're entitled to change your mind if you want or don't want kids. Also, she didn't say she's too young. She said she "looks to young" and she knows what people would say. Her and Dylan have busy lives. Honestly all these hate anons need to back off. She's only human and don't deserve the shit you lot say.

Oh dear. Fuck me. Do not group me with people just because I post the messages, if someone said something that particularly made me think “oh shit! omg” then I’ll post it. People are thoroughly entitled to put their opinions on my asks and if you have a problem with it you can hit that unfollow butting because I don’t need other people dictating my blog. It bothers other writers? Well they can unfollow me too, because quite frankly some of the shit other people do annoys me but I don’t kick up dirt about it. Deal, the fuck, with it.

anonymous asked:

do you know any good altean!lance and galra!keith fics??

ohhhkayyy, god damn, like tumblr crashed on me as I was like 3 fics away from finishing this so I had to like start all over, like rip me.

and, I don’t have many altean lance fics so most of this is galra Keith and pretty much all angsty. I tried to find some less angsty ones, I don’t know how well I succeeded xD.

Note: I’ll be starting weekly fic recs in April. just and fyi~

Warmth by Rahar_Moonfire

Summary: Lance is Allura’s younger brother. During the mission to retrieve the Red Lion from Galra hands, he gets captured. His guard is a curious Galra halfbreed named Keith who may just be his ticket to freedom. He’s a bit small for an alpha, but Lance is sure he can handle it. A little flirting never hurt anyone after all. The fact Keith is good looking for a Galra and those ears wiggle (so cute!) doesn’t influence this decision. Nope. Not one bit.
Series: 4 Works
            Work 1 WC: 61497 (19/19)
            Work 2 WC: 111883 (32/32)
            Work 3 WC: 133875 (42/42)
            Work 4 WC: 71480 (21/?)
Notes: THIS IS LIKE THE ONLY FIC I HAVE WITH ALTEAN!LANCE AND GALRA!KEITH. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. gahgldfkjhsa;d, ok so this is just an amazing series, some nsfw tossed in btw, youve been wared. but over all, i just love this series so much and i need to like catch really bad… i didnt know work3 or 4 even existed… >.< 11/10

Echoes of the Past by Gigapoodle

Summary: It was his fault. He shouldn’t have retreated – he should have ran after them, Galra forces be damned, and ripped the red paladin right out of his weaponized hands, shooting the commander dead on the spot.But he hadn’t. Lance stood there, frozen with adrenaline and fear, before backing out with tears in his eyes, justifying it to himself by saying, ‘he won’t get far, we can easily get him back once I have Voltron with me.’He’d forgotten they didn’t have Voltron. He’d forgotten that without Keith, Voltron was nothing.Keith is Galra. Keith is gone. Keith is Galra. Keith is gone.
WC: 28197
Notes: -hands over some tissues- here you will need these. 100/10

I Was Born A Lion by spectralPhobia

Summary: After Keith discovers he is part Galra and Red lion rejects him, there’s only one way he can make himself useful: to join Galra and try to wreck them from the inside, while figuring out a relationship with a guy who turns out to be his biological father.
A comic about one stubborn man’s self-discovery, the challenges of spying, everyone in team Voltron being BAMF, and the universe that needs saving, as usual.
WC: comic, so no words counted by AO3 (11/?)
Notes: Galra Keith because Thace is some kinda of scientist? Uhm yes please. 10/10

your claws in me by burlesquecomposer

Summary: “Oh trust me. When I’m done with you, I won’t be able to stop laughing,” Lance says lowly, and his lips curl farther, and there’s something wild in his stare, and it hits Keith suddenly.This isn’t Lance.
Lance falls under the control of Zarkon’s Druids, and although his friends manage to get him back, nothing is quite the same. Maybe the Galra succeeded after all. Maybe the Galra merely wanted to tear Team Voltron apart from the inside.
WC: 49072 (12/12)
Notes: Rip Lance tbh, this is like really angsty and my heart breaks for Lance. but yes, galra keith is there to save the day~ 10/10

This House Unfinished by boyghosts

Summary: “Concept,” Lance said, his voice heavy and gutted with the ache of it; he caught Keith’s gaze and smiled wide, for show. “The war’s over. We’re back home. All the things we love in one place.”Lance keeps losing the things he’s built. Then there’s Keith.
WC: 30776
Notes: -cackles- have some tissues my friend 100/10

Dancing Lion, Painted Wings by genericfanatic

Summary: Years after peace has been made between the Galran and Altean kingdoms, The witch Haggar comes for vengeance. The young symbol of peace, the half-galran, half-altean Prince Kalor is lost. His aunt, Princess Allura, and his bodyguard, Shiro, are heartbroken.10 years later, an orphan named Keith sets out on his own, trying to find the key to his past. All he has to help him is a small figurine with a cryptic message, a friendly engineer, a technician and her friendly robot, and a cocky con man with a mysterious, yet familiar past.
WC: 35154 (14/14)
Notes: the anastasia au everyone talks about. and like galtean keith gives me life, but conman Lance gives me more. 10/10

It Takes a Village by Zemmiphobia

Summary: One decision by an injured soldier changes not only the fate of the universe, but the fate of her young son.
WC: 18010 (6/6)
Notes: Smol Keith is like my fav, hes so cute in this. and Ulaz being a dad just heals my heart, like bless. 11/10

Ashes, Ashes by vagrantBreath

Summary: Everyone knew their kitten was destined for something greater.No one guessed it was Voltron.
WC: 26639 (20/20)
Notes: Keith raised by the BoM technically makes him Galra right? xD Hahah no, he does have ties, but yeah i love this, hes a sheltered little shit and its great. 9/10

Purple Marks and Bleeding Heart by TeaParade

Summary: Mark #223-code-violet, Lance’s newest job, is not what the sniper signed up for when he joined team Voltron, a specialist group designed to take out the universe’s worst of the worst. This mark shouldn’t be any different from the other Galra, but he is. And Lance is having a very hard time.
WC: 52377 (12/?)
Notes: Sniper Lance and Galra Keith. literally one of my fav pairings. like straight up (tho nothing about this is straight in any sense really) 11/10

To See Blue Skies by BoyBitingDemon

Summary: He scoffed as he watched the fight below, the crowds going wild at the two fighters in the arena. They had such poor taste for entertainment these days.He heard a small sound of amusement from the one sitting next to his standing form, ever vigilant.“As if you were any better your first time in the arena.” They murmured under their breath, a small smile sneaking onto their face, pupiless gold eyes focused on the fight below, but their attention solely on the person standing guard next to him.“I must have have been somewhat impressive to catch the eyes of a certain prince now wasn’t I?"The prince snuck a glance towards the taller, whose face was hidden behind the helmet they wore."You caught a lot more than just my eye that’s for sure.”
WC: 5947 (4/?)
Notes: i,, just love this fic? Like Galra Prince Keith and Champion Lance, you can’t really get much better than this. 10/10

If Only I Could Cry TheSlytherinMudblood

Summary: Galra biology differs from human biology in many ways. For example, Galra are purple. They have yellow eyes. The mammalian ones are able to purr.They also lack tear ducts.
WC: 586
Notes: this is short and sweet (read angsty sorry not sorry) 8/10

The Master of Disguise by NireYllek

Summary: “Wait, what that doesn’t make any sense.” Hunk protested.Pidge shook her head with a tsk. “It does if one of us is disguised as Allura.”Pidge flashed a smirk in Lance’s direction. “I’m sorry, why are you looking at me?” Lance protested. Something in Keith’s brain clicked, he looked at Lance and then at the Princess.Put a little make up on him, a wig, and a dress and he could- OH my god.
WC: 33596 (6/6)
Notes: Tbh, this made me giggle so much. Lance dressed as Allura and Keith and his gay awakening™ just give me life ok. 10/10

of written feelings and words with meaning

Summary: Recently, Dan’s become addicted to this writing blog. He’s so addicted to it in fact, that he might as well be in love with it. The writer seems to say exactly how it feels and he finds himself wishing he had someone who was so deeply in love with him to write for him like that. Little does he know that there is already someone doing that and he’s closer than he thought.

Phil, on the other hand, has his own feelings and secrets to keep.

Excerpt:  For he was more than happy to stand at the shore, watching the tide roll than to submerge himself into the water, get whisked away by the waves, and before he knew it, he’d be too lost to find his way back.

Words: 5k+

Genre: Fluff, Angst (??)

A/N: FOUR DAYS. THIS TOOK ME FOUR DAYS. Anyyas, this was a whole lot of fun to write and I guess this is my year-end gift as well as my HOLY SHIT GUYS THANKS FOR 1.4K YA’LL ARE AMAZING GIFT.

“his laugh was a work of magic
filling my lungs with fresh air
he brought colour to a life so tragic
and held a heart with utmost care

yet he was a hero who didn’t know he was one
a knight saving people he couldn’t see
i would gladly give him the sun
even if he wouldn’t know it was me

oh what a cruel god rules my life
i write for a man who doesn’t know
and despite it, i hold unto the knife
cause i’ve planted a seed that has grown

so, i sit back and watch him live
because many say we met through fate
and bit by bit my heart i give
although i won’t get it back, ‘till kingdom come i’ll wait”

Dan’s eyes were focused on the addicting blue of the screen (he could think of a blue that looked much better than that), scrolling mindlessly, occasionally breathing out through his nose as a desperate attempt of a laugh when he came across the poem. With text posts, he’d normally read it then just scroll on. However, this one managed to hold him captive, a whisper of his mind told him to pay it more attention.

And so he did.

The brunet clicked on the poem’s original poster. Immediately, he was greeted by a monochrome theme with the title Words Written with Feeling in Search of a Meaning and he must admit, it took a while for his sleep-deprived mind to understand it.

For hours, Dan read this writer’s words. From what he could gather, the writer was a man and most of what he’s written was so tragically beautiful. His way with words was astonishing. They made you feel as if you were the one who felt his emotions.

Granted, most of his writing was in first person but despite that, the way he described his thoughts danced on the line of vague and descriptive. It was symbolic. His words made you think of their meaning enough to get a grasp on the complications that were his feelings.

Besides, he found it ironic that the blog was monochrome for the words of the writer were so colourful. Iridescent hues lacing between the curves of every letter. Splashes of colour highlighting every word.

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Oh my god I just hit 200 followers !! I made this blog only a few months ago and i’m so thankful for u all. I’m really bad at y’kno banners n all that jazz so here are some really great mutuals (not even sure why a lot of these ppl follow me tbh) in a random order. You should follow them all bc you just should.

@discountwhore @justaweirdowithspooks @angeloriginal @danlands @heya789 @rosegoldan @pessimisticpunks @suggienova @blueglitterdonut @blushinlester @phanyone @apologyphan @tabbybabbles @ethereal-but-ephemeral @panicatthephandom92 @iceicefetus @emotionally-intellectual @bi-sky @tinysuzy @ughphan @maisyhunter7 @liabilitylester @gloomylesterr @lovelylilaclester @softboy-daniel @celestialesters @astrologyartist @nonbinary-lester @gayphanandpokestan @dreamilypinkcrown @phanleoddle @amazingsavannaisnotonfire22 @danieldremsx @xloonaticbloodx @hopelessly-romantic @hearteyeshowellandlester @ifyoucouldnotthatwouldbegreat @starryhtml @anaisafandomgeek @flosculushowell @stargazingphan @iaminternetrashhelp @internetfathers @sweaty-sand @frecklieboy @dikenhe @brightsidedan @juliaisthephanstan @oraclephil @every-eva-ever @unorthodoxsavvy @phantasticallytrashy @dodiescupoftea @rainbowsphan @starrylester @soulsivan @hwlloo @lesterslovebite @haleys-comet @theamazingtourhowell @dziergasova @acurlyphil @paganlester @oh-god-i-bit-it-off @tav3ry @thefishisdead @rainbowshowell @iamnotalunatic @missmaccasunshine @mysterywriter36

sorry if i missed u, i love all my followers and mutuals !! Thank u 


Swords-master Kolehk, chief of the Sow-Ku tribe and hand of military.

Before Kolehk met Davarius he was the leader of the Sow-Ku warrior tribe who resided on a snowy mountain, usually hunting giant beasts native to the area. They tend to be stronger and beefier than people from other tribes, and make excellent fighters. They are also the most compassionate of the tribes. If you make a Sow-Ku your friend, you’ve got a friend for life. Interestingly, the Sow-Ku are the only tribe to have something resembling hair. Silver threads grow from the back of their head, and it’s very popular among them to fashion them into braids or knots.

As hand of military, Kolehk is responsible for the safety of the people, wether that means defending them from a beast attack or serving justice to criminals within the Citadel of Fire’s own walls.

He is regarded as one of, if not the, best sword wielder among the Sow-Ku, which is something he is very proud of. He oversees the training of all Sow-Ku warriors, and even mentored Zo personally.

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anonymous asked:

1/3 I have a headcanon that like, all the dragons have a soft spot for Hiccup. They absolutely love their riders and would definitely follow them to the death and beyond, they just come to him for their own reasons. Stormfly occasionally wanders in while Astrid is training and gently nuzzles a napping Toothless, then she nudges Hiccup for scratches and sometimes nips at his hair. Hookfang barges in when he's stressed at Snotlout and won't calm down until Hiccup starts talking to him and pets him

2/3 Hookfang tends to leave before Snotlout comes and gets upset, but later he’ll affectionately nudge Hiccup when Snotlout isn’t looking. Barf and Belch creep up and boop him with both heads on either side while he’s working. It scares the senses out of Hiccup but he knows they mean well. Meatlug tends to follow Fishlegs almost as much as Toothless follows Hiccup, so often when they pass by she nuzzles and hugs both of them. Windshear comes in with a gentle head boop, and stands by watching

3/3 curiously as he messes around in the forge, cocking her head a little when he exclaims excitedly. Back on Berk, it’s basically the same. Someone will be looking for their dragon, if it turns out they’re not at the usual places, they’ll find them with Hiccup. There’s just something about the way he talks to them and touches them. It’s not necessarily better than their own rider’s way, it’s just different.

Okay, well, first of all, I just would like to know what I did to deserve such a beautiful headcanon in my inbox. Like, what made this anon think that my blog was a good place to bless with this lovely thing. Oh my gosh. I’ve read this so many times (also, sorry about the delay! I always answer questions on a computer, and I haven’t been on one with free time).

I love this. 

And Hiccup pretends to be mildly irritated in front of the other riders (”Guys, please tell your dragons that I am not their babysitter.”), but in reality, he spoils them rotten. He wuvs them so very much.

A Raven Among Crows: Pt 2

Originally posted by sayonaraaolliveira

You’re a woman disguised as a man at The Wall, but no one knows.

Part One   Part Three 

(Y/M/N)= Your Male Name

(Y/N)= Your Name 

Word Count: I honestly lost track, lmfao 

Craster’s Keep smells, it smells and it gave you a horrid feeling. You were on your black stallion riding behind Jon Snow, you can still feel your bruises from all the practice you had with him. Soon you developed tougher skin and a small scare that crossed the bridge of your nose. 

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anonymous asked:

Me: Oh hey this person looks cool. *clicks on blog* Them: *has the header "THE💣CHANTRY💣MADE💣ANDERS💣", "ANDERS DID NOTHING WRONG" or something similar* Me: *lives in a country where actual terrorist bombings occur w/ no warning at all in public places* Me: *looks like that Kermit meme where he's fucking contemplating about how the hell he got into the bowels of humanity again and how he should have pursued his dreams in college because maybe then he wouldn't have had to see this shit*

I just wish they would think about real people when they make all these statements

oh! haha, hi! my name is john, you probably don’t know who I am obviously. i just found this social media while looking at por- porcupines!! but yeah, maybe send some asks my way so I have something to do im my free time.

Quick Note: This ask blog is sorta like an au, an au where SBURB was never made and John never met anyone like, Dave, Rose, etc. so, it’s our unharmed boi John. i mean, I dunno if this idea will be boring but hey let’s give it a shot.

I wish I could go back to the easy days…

It’s the aftermath of the victorious battle with the Brotherhood, and everyone is talking. Titans who have never met each other before are trading names, powers, stories, all the little vocal things which build fast friendships between strangers. Between teammates.
Jericho hangs back, because this is something he can’t take part in. A touch to his throat begs it to work again just once, but as usual the broken vocal cords under the skin make no move to fix themselves.
If only Robin or Beast Boy were nearby, or Herald, he’d be a little less uneasy. If only

animating is hard oh heck

messily-drawn disney jojo because i’ve been leafing through the framexframe blog today and wanted to try to emulate something easy

there’s a bunch of mistakes and a lot to improve on but i do like the way it came out; i might try this again on a free day if i can summon up the energy to put this much effort into anything ever again in my entire life

I saw a Spongebob thing for something like this but I forgot to save it 

So you get this thing that I made

Original image is from @always-x3

But honestly 

There @fluff-of-yarn

Are @edge-lorb-meta-knight

So @arena-doom-team

Many @letmeexplaineverything

Blogs @randomeevee

Man @forgotten-galaxy-knight

(Whoops, forgot this guy @revenge-of-the-puppetmaster )

So...You Like Being Tickled?

A/N: HOLY SHIT THIS WAS LONGER THAN EXPECTED I’m back guys! Also I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I do not like being tickled on my feet, hips, or thighs, therefor I WILL NOT write that. Sorry to the anon that asked for that awhile back I haven’t found the inspiration to write it cause I don’t like it.

Word count: 2,099

Fandom: Septiplier


Mark and Jack had been dating for over a year now. They had shared everything about themselves practically when they first met, when Mark visited him as a surprise.

Jack knew Mark had a deep contagious laugh, he has dogs, and he thinks he’s king of the squirrels.

Mark knew Jack had a loud, bubbly laugh that could light up a room, he giggles a lot, and he’s always screaming.

But that’s just the tip of the iceberg, they’re so close they know when the other is going to sneeze. Mark had always liked their close relationship, he found it comforting. Mark knew Jack liked it too, but mainly because of all the affectionate things they did. Jack liked cuddling, holding hands, kissing, and laughing at stupid shit. Boy, did Jack like to laugh. He laughs practically every two minutes, the boy is a giggle machine, and Mark adores that.

Jack had a secret though, a very big secret, unknown to Mark. Hidden away on his laptop is a bookmark labeled “TFB Community.” Jack secretly writes tickle fanfiction on his tumblr blog, HappileeTicklish. He had over 1,000 followers, 1,000 people read his work. He couldn’t help but smile at that.

Suddenly, he heard Mark’s voice calling out his name. He jumped at the loud voice and fidgeted with his laptop, trying to close the browser. He successfully closed it just as Mark walked in, who noticed Jacks pale face.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Mark asked, wondering why his boyfriend was so pale looking.

“M'fine, don’t worry. Just, saw a spider.” He lied, wanting to tell him the truth more than anything.

“A spider? You? Scared by…a spider? That’s bullshit. What are you hiding? Were you watching porn?” Mark asked excitedly, trying to catch a glimpse of the laptop.

“No! Fuck, that’s gross Mark. I wasn’t…watching porn. I was checking one of my accounts.” He answered truthfully, but not saying what type of account.

“Oh? Can I see this account? Obviously somethings up with it if it made you look like this.” Mark said, his curiosity piqued.

Jack paled again, Mark noticed, and started stuttering and mumbling things incoherently. Mark sighed and grabbed Jacks laptop, seeing for himself what’s making him so flustered. Jack nearly had a heart attack watching him check his history, to find nothing thank god he clears it, and then click on every one of his bookmarks. Now he was fucked. Jack scooted away from Mark as soon as his tumblr blog link was clicked on and came up. Mark looked at him as the page was loading, noticing how scared he looked.

“Jack? Why are you scared? Is there something you don’t want me to see? If it’s personal I won’t look, I want to make sure you’re okay with this.” He spoke softly, his eyes away from the screen.

Jack glanced his eyes at the laptop, his blog had loaded, his heart was pounding, his mouth was dry. He managed to choke out a few words.

“Please don’t break up with me because of it.” He said softly, his voice cracking, which made Mark wince.

This must of been serious to Jack. Mark suddenly took it serious too, he turned his attention back to the laptop to see a familiar set up. It was tumblr, he knew Jack had a tumblr account, but this one was different. It had a different username, he spoke it aloud to get a feel for it.

“HappileeTicklish?” He questioned, looking at Jack whose face was on fire and avoided eye contact.

He scrolled through the blog, there was stories on there. No, they weren’t stories, they were fanfictions, of him and Jack. At first he thought it was a separate blog for Jack to reblog fanfictions the fans created. But he soon realized Jack made these fanfictions himself.

They were all about Mark tickling him, all these ways and they were very detailed. In the fanfictions Jack liked being tickled, and Mark had no issue tickling him.

This wasn’t the case in real life, Mark had no idea Jack liked being tickled and didn’t tickle him at all. Now that he thinks about it Jack always did become much happier when Mark would poke his side once or twice, but he never fully tickled him.

He scrolled further and he saw posts about how he wanted to be tickled and how happy it made him, but he stressed highly it wasn’t sexual and how tickling reminds him he’s loved and cared for.

“This? This is what you’re scared to show me? You think I’m going to break up with you because you like being tickled?” Mark questioned, setting the laptop aside and facing Jack, who was playing with the edge of a pillow.

As soon as Mark said ‘you like being tickled’ Jacks whole body tensed up, a blush spreading across his cheeks. Mark felt so bad that he was so embarrassed and worried that something that makes him so happy would scare him away.

“Jack, look at me, it’s okay if you like being tickled. I’m not going to break up with you. Actually, I can’t believe I didn’t pick up on it sooner, knowing how much you love laughing. I think it’s adorable honestly, I’m not going to make you feel bad about something that makes you happy.” Mark said, watching as Jack slowly looked up at him in shock.

“You’re not..?” He asked, still uncertain if that was true.

“I won’t, you’re writing is really good too. Would you mind explaining all this for me though, so I can get a better understanding of it?” He asked, wanting to understand his perspective of tickling. Jacks eyes widened and a blush spread across his face once more.

“Uh um. Well there’s a ticklee and a tickler, one who gets tickled and one who is tickled. Or a switch, one who does both. There’s many tools but I prefer fingers because all the other stuff seems too intense. There’s many ways to tickle, squeezing, spidering, clawing, nibbling, all that. There’s raspberries too. They’re fun.” He mumbled the last part shyly.

“Ohhhhhh. So you do like being tickled though? I’m right about that?” Mark asked, wanting to make sure he’s not embarrassing him by assuming he likes the wrong thing.

“Yes..I do.” Jack answered, suddenly playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Why haven’t you told me? I wouldn’t judge you. You’re my boyfriend, I love you.” He said, trying to reassure him.

“I was worried you’d think I’m some sort of….*freak*.” He said, looking really sad, it hurt Mark.

“I would NEVER think that. I want you to know that. No matter what you like or what makes you happy. Is there any ways you like or prefer to be tickled? Places that are not allowed?” Mark asked, wanting to make sure he doesn’t cross any boundaries and makes sure he’s having fun.

“Oh um. Wow, I still can’t believe this is happening. I don’t like being held down, my thighs, hips and feet are off limits.” He said, gaining the courage to look up at Mark who had an understanding look on his face.

After a few minutes of deafening silence as Mark continued scrolling through his blog reading fanfictions and posts, which made Jack nervous, Mark finally spoke up.

“Would you like to be tickled right now?” Mark asked casually, his voice normal as if he was asking for the remote.

“W-what..” Jack stuttered, obviously flustered by the question.

“Would you like me to tickle you? I’ll tickle you, all you have to do is tell me. I have no problem with it, it makes you happy.” He smiled affectionately, ruffling his hair a bit.

“Oh um.” He couldn’t finish his sentence so he just nodded slightly, enough for Mark to see.

Mark smiled, he scooted closer to Jack, who shied away giggling. Without warning, Mark started pinching his ribs, making Jack squeal and fall on his back. From there, Mark sat on his thighs and lifted up his shirt, exposing his smoothly chiseled tummy. He shook himself out of his thoughts and went back to his main priority, tickle the snot out of his boyfriend.

He started gently tracing Jacks tummy, making him giggle gently and cover his blushing face. Mark removed his hands, collecting them in one hand and tickled his tummy just to see his smile. Jack threw his head back and laughed a loud belly laugh. Mark released his hands and continued his attack.

“Hm. Where are you ticklish Jackaboy? Your stories mention youre ticklish here!” He said, emphasizing the word 'here’ by clawing at his ribs.

“NOHOHOHOHO! MAHAHAHRK!” He giggled, squirming side to side, not making any real attempt to escape.

“What? Does this tickle…?” Mark teased, using some of Jacks fanfiction ideas.

“YEHEHEHEHEHES!!” He laughed out, he looked so happy. It made Mark happy.

He suddenly stopped his attack, Jack looked up at him like a kicked puppy. Mark felt his heart melt, he knew Jack had waited so long for this.

He pondered for a moment, trying to figure out which spot to tickle next, when Jack gave an obvious-not-so-obvious-hint by covering his face and grunting, letting it be known his underarms were exposed.

“You’re just too cute.” Mark said, instantly digging his hands into his underarms.

Jack slammed his arms down, he threw his head back and arched his back, screaming with laughter. It tickled so much!

“Well, now my hands are trapped. You realized that don’t you?” Mark said, grinning as Jack tried his best to flip him off but couldn’t because he couldn’t lift his arm.

He slowed down his tickling to tracing his sides, giving him a breather, knowing that’s important.

He started tracing his side, watch Jacks eyes grow wide, and his face pale, Mark knew exactly how ticklish his side was. That realization dawned on Jack, who started giggling before he even tickled him.

Suddenly, after Mark knew he had caught his breath, he dug into his right side with both hands, clawing away at the sensitive flesh, making Jack shriek.

He thrashed from left to right, he dug his heels into the bed, laughing his merry laugh and smiling his brightest smile. Mark bent down experimentally and let his lips linger just barely on his side, his tickling fingers stopping.

Jack looked at him, anticipation in his eyes, waiting for the vibration on his skin that tickled so badly but made him so happy. Just looking at Mark’s lips that close made him squirm.

Then, he blew a raspberry on his side, but to spice things up, he sneakily dipped his finger into his belly button and tickled all around it. This sent Jack into hysterics. He started laughing mixed with sobbing, the tickling sensation was too much. Tears of mirth were streaming down his face, yet Mark didn’t stop because he knew based off Jacks fanfiction he made up a safeword.

He would stop in a few minutes of he didn’t use it, but he doesn’t want to make him upset if he stops when he didn’t want him to. But Mark was shook out of his thoughts by Jack gripping his hair tightly and screaming.

“REHEHEHEHEHED! REHEHEEHED!” He screamed, which made Mark stop instantly, rubbing his sides like the fanfiction said to help to reduce ghost tickles.

“You’re too cute. Did you have fun?” Mark asked fondly, watching his boyfriend stare at the ceiling, panting with a bright smile on his face that he couldn’t stop.

“Yeah..” Jack mumbled, blushing.

“Just yeah? I unleash my infer tickle monster for a 'yeah’? Maybe I didn’t tickle you long enough…” Mark said mischievously, wiggling his fingers.

Jack squealed and brought his legs up defensively.

“Nohohoho!” He giggled as Mark engulfed him in a hug.

“Can’t escape the Cuddle Bug Jack. Accept your fate. Cuddled to death.” Mark said, squeezing harder to emphasize 'death.’

They cuddled for a while until Jack fell asleep, which didn’t take long because he was tuckered out from being tickled. Mark went on his blog a few days later and saw his cute little post about how he was tickled by his boyfriend and so many people were jealous of him.

Everytime Jack posted a fanfiction, Mark read it, and tickled him using the information. If fanfiction Jack wanted tummy tickles, Jack got them. If fanfiction Jack wanted tickle hugs, Jack got them.

As long as his boyfriend was happy, so was Mark.

vulqan  asked:


1. First impression: I can’t entirely recall the background of how I found your blog but it was probably something like “hey who’s this person who I see talking to Tawny all the time”
2. Truth is: I’d probably like to talk to you more than I do, you’re a cool friend I wish I knew better ya know?
3. How old do you look: About your age? Maybe a little younger, like 23, I don’t know enough people in their mid 20s to gauge that properly tho
4. Have you ever made me laugh: Oh yeah for sure
5. Have you ever made me mad: Not that I can think of
6. Best feature: I think this is supposed to be an appearance question? Eyebrows
7. Have I ever had a crush on you: Not that I know of, however I’m pretty sure it’s a staple of everyone that follows you that we’re all vaguely uncomfortable about how attractive you are, bc it’s p crazy dude
8. You’re my: Friend
9. Name in my phone: Do not have you in my phone but it’d probably be something silly like most of my friends’ names in my phone
10. Should you post this too? hell yeah

wueno  asked:

hey :))


1. First impression: oh wow, she has such a pretty name!!! her blog is rly cute too!!!

2. Truth is: ur a sweet precious baby and ily

3. How old do you look: i don’t recall seeing any pictures of u so im not sure…

4. Have you ever made me laugh: we don’t talk much ;;w;; so idk!

5. Have you ever made me mad: ño, definitely not!

6. Best feature: something about you just screams “fierce and fearless"

7. Have I ever had a crush on you: ño :‘3c

8. You’re my: bebé!!! preciosa linda!!!

9. Name in my phone: i don’t have ur phone number!

10. Should you post this too? absolutely!!!


*runs in circles incoherently* where to start oh my god

ok first of all? your fics. damn it, your FICS. other than being the inspiration that made me start posting my destiel fics, they’re just. some of the best stories i’ve ever read. you have a great mind, dude. and the fact that you convey your ideas into beautiful words? just. stop making us all look bad.

NOW HERE’S THE REAL ISSUE WITH YOU. you’re just so talented - and - NICE. you are chatty on your blog, you are really nice to everyone, and you’re always a bright spot on my dash. i am so honored to be mutuals with you, i don’t understand why you pressed that follow button on me but :’) i’m grateful. 

(and that you read a few chapters of my fic that one time? well. i think my soul spontaneously left my body) 


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seconds-and-centuries  asked:

Hi! I'm sure you get this a lot, but I've just seen your ACNL map on my dashboard and I was wondering how you made it. c: I'd love to do something like that to help me plan my town but I wouldn't even know where to begin! I looked through your "anne plays new leaf" tag but couldn't seem to find anything on how to make a map like that, I'm sorry for bothering you if there's a guide or something on your blog already that I just couldn't find;; Thanks very much!

oh wow, i wasn’t expecting that to get more than maybe a handful of likes lol.

hello, though! i hope you won’t mind me publishing this on the offchance anyone else is curious–it’s really quite simple, actually, but i’ll give a few tips. there are probably better ways to do this, but this is how i go about it.


firstly, you just need MSpaint, and some patience.

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anonymous asked:

It's funny you mention the Bree thing - I actually read on her tumblr that servers fawning over Cole was something that pissed her off. And I looked at her blog today, she posted something about the "Burger idiot" friend (it's one of her most recent posts) and it made me think it was about Cole even though the post itself has nothing to do with Riverdale, I feel like she reblogged it as a dig at him.

Meanwhile, he so completely DGAF anymore—-it’s like her l’il bitchfest literally was the final freeing move and now he’s literally, “I’m in looovvveeee and I don’t care who knows it!!! And oh, you, bitchy ex??? Suck it!!!”

Meanwhile, I’m not one bit surprised, and I bet he’s really nice to service people and tips well, because A) most celebs are that way (I used to be a server seriously, most, soooo nice, friendly, down to earth and great tippers) and B) OFC he is!

And I can easily see her being just a raging bitch. Also, in NYC, there are a ton of celebs, it isn’t a big deal to wait on them….