pocket fold

Make Some Pocket Extenders for Your Pants

So I don’t know about you, but I’m often frustrated by the ridiculous smallness of girls’ pockets. At a bare minimum, I need to be able to shove my cellphone in there - come on, pants companies! So what I started doing was making myself pocket extenders. I’ve done this several times, for pants and shorts. It’s great.

I just got this pair of jeans, so I thought I’d show you how to do it. I kind of feel like it just hasn’t occurred to some of you that this is an option, so maybe now it will. All you need is your pants, some fabric (I just took a random piece from a scrap bin), a needle, and some thread (thread doesn’t even need to match the fabric since literally no one will see it).

See? Ridiculous. Like, half a cellphone, or only 2.5″. Useless.

 So turn those inside out to expose the pockets.

Figure out how big you want your pockets to actually be. I kinda go by whatever looks like might be right. I didn’t really measure them. Fold the fabric in half, so you have a pocket, and then fold it in half again so you can have two equal ones.

Try to get the edges to line up enough, pin it in place, then sew up the sides! Are your stitches crazy uneven and wonky looking? Doesn’t matter; nobody’s going to see it. These are in the inside of your pants. The only thing that matters is that it holds up. So I double-did the corners, since those tend to get the most stress.

Cut open the bottom of the existing pockets.

Pin it in place, then sew around, joining the new pocket to the old pocket. I did this by keeping my hand on the inside, so I wouldn’t accidentally sew through the other side. Again, I reinforced the corners, and didn’t worry about what it actually looks like. Then I turned it in side out to make sure the inside was all joined properly.

Yay all done! And the pockets are so much bigger now!

Whaaaat I can fit my entire phone and entire hand and probably something else now, are girls’ pockets even allowed to do that?! Heck yeah they are.

Cheerleading IS a sport | JJ

Request: a dom!jungkook smut when y/n is a cheerleader and he is like the player of the sport and yeah they could like have the fun in the changing room~

Pairing: Dom!Jungkook, Football!Jungkook X Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Y/n, best flyer on the cheerleading squad. Jungkook, best kicker and scorer on the football team. What will happen when things get heated between the two all because of something that he just spilled out of his mouth.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, Dominant!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, hospital handjob, cocky asshole Jungkook

Word Count: 3k+

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Yours, Castiel

Anon Request: Could you do a Reader x Cas where Cas makes creative use of one of his feathers?

Word Count: a little over 2k

Warnings: this is some CHEESY SHIT, FAM. also there’s some language. but basically just a fluff overload.

Originally posted by yaelstiel

You slowly walked into the map room and rubbed your eyes, still weary from sleep. You were surprised when you opened them and saw Castiel sitting at the table, furiously writing something with…a feather?

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Favorite Adam moments

It’s Adam Parrish’s birthday and since he’s a character that has made me bite my fingernails and yell at the page and grin like an idiot and maybe even get a moist eye or two (this despite being spoiled to his ending), here are some of my favorite Adam moments in (I think) chronological order:

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Small (Connor Murphy x Reader)

TW: swearing, sickening fluff, and it gets a lil steamy

Words: 855 ish

Requested: anon:  A Connor Murphy x reader where reader is super short??


To say that Connor’s parents loved you: would be an understatement. Not only were you a good influence on him, but you were a great student. Ever since you two started dating, Connor’s parents would nag him about the next time you were coming over. Over the course of your 5 month relationship, you had gone to the Murphy household more times than you could count. Connor’s parents loved you so much that sometimes they would let you sleepover (which is a pretty big deal, considering how strict they are).

You laid in your bed, watching YouTube videos. On your nightstand, your phone dinged. Reaching out of your blanket cocoon, you looked to see what it was.

FACEBOOK

Cynthia Murphy has a birthday tomorrow

You mentally thanked your phone for always setting a reminder for dates like those. Quickly unlocking your phone, you texted Connor.

To: Connor

hey what are you doing for your mom’s bday tomorrow??

Soon enough, he replied.

From: Connor

idk probably try not to be as big of a douchebag

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Quickly texting him, you got Cynthia’s work schedule and what time she was coming home. You told Connor that you would arrive in the morning and help him bake a cake, before Cynthia came home.

It didn’t take long for Connor to answer the door that morning. He must have been up, waiting to tell you when his mom successfully pulled out of the driveway. When opening the door, Connor leaned on the frame. His lips pulled into his classic smirk.

“What’s a gorgeous girl like you doing on my door step?” he eyed you up and down, wiggling his eyebrows jokingly.

You rolled your eyes playfully, hoping to hide the blush that spread on your cheeks. You placed your hands on his chest, shoving him to the side as you walked into his house.

“C’mon, we only have a few hours until your mom is home.”

Connor shut the door behind you, practically walking on your heels while you stride to his kitchen.

“Aaaaaand we are home aloooonneeee,” he sang softly with a wicked grin.

“Which gives us the excellent reason to start baking this cake right away,” you stated matter-o-factly.

Connor groaned. But then complied. You fished around in your purse pocket, taking out a folded piece of paper with the birthday cake recipe on it. Connor sat at the breakfast table, with his chin in his hands. You wandered around the kitchen, trying to get all the supplies out of the cabinets. That was until you needed a mixing bowl. You gazed up at the top of the cupboard. You were way too short to reach it. But you were determined. Standing on top of your tiptoes, you extended your arm as far as you could.

Almost…there…

Behind you, you heard a giggle.

“This is fucking precious,” Connor stood up, walking behind you and grabbed the mixing bowl with ease.

“I could have gotten that,” you told him with your arms crossed over your chest.

Connor snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah. Okay. Whatever you say, shorty,” he ran his hand along your side until it reached the small of your back.

“I’m not even that short!” you protested quietly, playing with the strings of his hoodie.

“Yeah, you are. Now, come on, we need to get started. I’ll get everything for you.”

You started out with reading off every ingredient or supplies needed whilst Connor fetched them.

“Measuring cups?”

“Got ‘em.”

“Butter?”

“You betcha.”

“Flour?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Pan?”

“Nope. Bi.”

“Frosting?”

“Hell fucking yeah.”

The two of you started to get to work. Connor was in charge of the dry ingredients and you took care of the wet. Every now and again, Connor would stop to admire you. While watching you mix the batter, he smiled. He examined every inch of you. Everything from the way your lips pursed to the dusting of flour on your cheek. Connor slowly walked up to you, putting his hand on yours that was mixing the birthday concoction. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His hands moved up to your cheeks, guiding your face to his own, then connecting your lips softly.

While in the kiss, you somehow managed to put the mixing bowl down. Your small hands traveled to his chest, balling up the material of his hoodie in your fists. Connor moaned against you, running his hands down to your bum, lifting you up and holding you against him. You squealed at the sudden movement.

“Connor, put me down!” you giggled against his lips. 

Smiling, Connor ignored you, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, only making you squirm more. You both giggled as you fought against him. 

“Connor, I’m serious, I’m too heavy!” you protested through a fit of smiles. 

“You’re so small. I got you,” he mumbled against your neck, spinning you around in his arms. 

Finally, your boyfriend set you back on the ground. He gave you a short, hard, breathy kiss on the lips. 

“I fucking love you,” he murmured, setting his forehead against yours. 

Scully’s Reasons Why Not

by: mldrgrl
Rated: PG
Summary: Written for @leiascully‘s “Lists” challenge

Scully sat at the table in her kitchen, tapping the top of her pen against the blank yellow legal pad of paper in front of her.  She had sat down with a cup of tea, intending to prepare a list of pros and cons to the proposition Mulder had given her, but so far, the paper was still blank and the tea had gone cold and untouched.  She sighed and clicked on her pen, putting the ballpoint to the page.  Finally, she wrote a header.

     Should Muld we become lovers?

Even writing it down made her cheeks burn.  She dropped the pen and got up from the table, swiping the tepid mug of tea up and taking it to the sink.  She ran cold water from the tap and wet her hands before bringing them up to her cheeks.  A dishrag lay crumbled on the counter and she took it up to dry her hands.

At the back of one of her cupboards was a bottle of whiskey.  She could never remember why it was there or who it belonged to, but it had been in her cupboard for years, nearly full and collecting dust.  There were no shot glasses on hand, so she poured an estimate of a shot into a mug and took that back to the table and sat back down.

She was only able to down about half the whiskey she poured, which was followed by a few moments of coughing and sputtering.  She wiped her watering eyes with the back of her hand and picked up the pen again.  Already, her limbs felt warm and loose.

  1. I think it’s against the rules
  2. They would use it against us
  3. Would the work suffer?
  4. Could he give me what I want?
  5. What do I want?
  6. We could hurt each other
  7. We can not go back

That was as far as she got before she put the pen down and licked her lips.  The taste of the whiskey was still sharp on her tongue.  She tapped her pen again until there was a knock on her door and her shoulders jerked in surprise.  It was after ten and she was in her pajamas and a robe, not dressed for visitors, but who else would knock on her door at ten o’clock on a Thursday night but Mulder?

Lethargically, Scully went to open the door.  Her senses were a bit dulled from the alcohol and her fingers slipped on the chain latch.

“Hey,” Mulder said, slipping past her once she’d gotten the door open.  He was still in the suit she’d left him in at the office, only his tie was loose and he had his hands shoved into the pockets of his trench coat.

“Hey,” Scully said, shuffling away from him to go back to the table.

“I thought we could talk.”

“It’s late.”

“I know it’s late, but I thought maybe our conversation got a little out of hand today at work and…we should talk.”

“You told me it was my decision to make,” she said, chair creaking as she sat down.  “That the ball was in my court.”

“I know,” he said, taking a seat across from her and taking his hands out of his pockets to fold them on the table.  “Maybe I was wrong.”

“About what?”

“About it being your decision alone.”  He glanced down at the legal pad on the table and Scully held her breath, but didn’t move.  Two fingers went to the top of the pad and he slid it closer to him and turned it around.  “Seems like I got here just in time.”

She didn’t say anything as she watched his eyes dart across the page.  He glanced up at her and then over at the mug.  She followed his gaze and licked the corner of her mouth as he picked up the mug and gave it a little sniff.

“Liquid courage?” he asked.

“You can have the rest,” she said.

“No, thanks.”  He put the mug back down and then picked up her pen.  “It’s not against the rules, by the way,” he said, drawing a line through number one on her list.  “Unless I was your superior.”

“How many times have you reminded me that you’re the head of the x-files division and I just work there?”

Mulder’s eyes went wide for a moment and his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed.  He took the mug back up and downed the rest of the whiskey with a slight hiss.

“You’re my partner,” he said, scratching another line across number one.  “End of story.”

“When it’s convenient,” she said, calmly lacing her fingers together in her lap.  She could feel a fight brewing, but Mulder was focusing all his attention on her list.

“They use us against each other all the time, Scully.  They already know I would go to the ends of the earth for you, I kind of literally, already did.  And you, you once willingly got yourself held in contempt of congress by refusing to give them my whereabouts.”

“I didn’t even know your whereabouts,” she argued.

“They didn’t know that.”  He crossed out number two as well.

“Are you going to do this for every item?”

“You bet.  Would the work suffer?  Is that a joke?”

“How do you know it wouldn’t?”

“Because, I know.  It never has before.”

“Hold on,” she said, reaching across the table and putting her hand over his as he went to cross it out.  “That’s not true, Mulder.”

“So, we’ve had a few rough patches.  We always get through it.”

“What if there’s more at stake?”

“Now you’re skipping ahead to number six.”

“So what if I am?  They don’t have to be mutually exclusive.  I mean it, Mulder.  If I disagree with you about one of your theories, what’s going to stop you from blaming it on a lover’s quarrel we had the night before?”

“What was the lover’s quarrel about?”

Scully took her hand from his wrist and sat back with a sigh.  “They’re legitimate concerns.  Don’t belittle them or dismiss them so easily.”

The pen hovered over the list in Mulder’s hand and then he set it down.  “What do you want?” he asked.  “What do you want that I might not be able to give you?  Because, I’ll tell you right now, I would give you anything.”

“Even time to figure it out?”

“If time is what you need.”

“It might be.”

“You know what I don’t see on this list?”

“What?”

“Whether or not you want me.”

“That’s not something I have to question.”

Mulder got up and went around the table to her side where he knelt down at the side of her chair.  She sighed as he turned her chair towards him and then put his hands on her knees.  He looked up at her with a puppy dog gaze until she sighed again and put her hands over his.

“I just think it’s time for us, Scully,” he said.  “I’ve been fighting it for so long and I don’t want to do it anymore.”

“And you know I have to think about everything.  It’s what I do.”

Mulder nodded and then he pulled one hand from hers and put it on the back of her neck.  He stretched his neck up and tipped his head while bringing her face closer to his.  

“Mulder,” she whispered.

“Shh,” he breathed against her mouth.  “I’m giving you something to think about.”

Her eyes drooped half-closed as his lips brushed hers.  She felt a rush of heat move up her body and a coil of desire move down through her abdomen.  A tiny whimper escaped from the back of her throat as he deepened the kiss and brought his arm around her waist.  She had just let her eyes fall completely shut when he pulled away, rubbing the back of her neck with his thumb as he moved back.

“Dammit, Mulder,” she whispered.

“Take all the time you need,” he said, slowly letting go of her and getting to his feet.  “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

He walked over to the door to let himself out while Scully sat quivering in her seat.  “Have fun with that list,” he said as he walked out the door.

She sat looking at the closed door for a long time before she turned back to table and pulled her list back from where Mulder had left it.  She picked up the pen and licked her lips.  The taste of whiskey from Mulder’s tongue was in her mouth.

     8. Resistance is futile

The End

One Woman’s Mistake

by: mldrgrl
Rated: PG-13 (language)
Summary: Stella has another visitor as she gets ready

Because Stella had spent many years living out of hotels, she prided herself on being an experienced and well-prepared traveler.  She could easily forecast for any situation.  Even though she only brought one bag with her, not including the garment bag for her dress, it held everything she needed for the weekend.  Being organized and compact kept her calm.

Her hair and makeup took very little time.  She knew Hank liked when her hair was down with thick curls so that’s what she did.  She only wore a little foundation to even the skin tone and hide a few age spots and freckles.  A thin swipe of eyeliner and a light dusting of shimmery pale pink shadow brought out the color of her eyes.  The lipstick was the hardest choice to make.  She brought several shades with her, but couldn’t decide on what the look was she was trying to achieve.  She wanted to be more natural than dramatic, but she really couldn’t disregard a deep shade of plum that she just really loved.  To make a decision, she would have to finally put on the dress.

Since she was well prepared, the slight wrinkles in the bodice of the dress didn’t bother her.  She simply removed it from the bag, hung it on the back of the bathroom door, and plugged in her portable iron.  She smoothed the skirt down and inspected it carefully for any hidden flaws while the iron heated up.

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Bluebell

Prince Caspian x Reader

Words: 673
Plot: When the reader is taken hostage while Caspian is away; he realises just how much he loves her.
Prompt: (anon)  Heyyy, i don’t know if you’re taking requests but could you write something with caspian x reader when caspian gets away from the castle but had to leave the reader behind and when they find out he’s gone they lock her up and then he’s trying to come back to save her with the guys? Or when she’s with him and the pevensies but gets kidnapped to bring Caspian back?? Thanks xx
A/N: This was sent to me a fair while ago but I’ve been so slack with doing requests. I’m sorry! But I digress; I thought it’d be cool if I wrote this from Edward’s perspective so we can get more of a third-person view on how Caspian is feeling. I hope you enjoy! There will be a part 2 if this one gets enough love.

The fire cracked, embers pouring up into the sky as Edmund walked across the campsite, his boots thumping against the dry earth. The air here was so clean; pine trees reaching towards the stars as though to caress them. He’d never seen anything like it in England: never felt anything quite like it.
Caspian leaned back against an old log, his hair dark hair flecked with gold in the firelight. He was sharpening his sword with deliberate motions - stone smoothly running across the blade.

“Mind if I…” Edmund asked, gesturing to the spot next to Caspian. Caspian nodded as Edmund threw his bags down on the other side of the log, shoving his tired body down to sit by the fire.

“Can’t sleep?” Caspian asked, his accent thick as he shook the dust from his sword and placed it by his side.
“Everything hurts. I’ve got saddle sore in places I didn’t know existed” Edmund sighed, warming his palms near the fire. They were calloused and blistered from riding for days; all dusty and dirty from everything.

Caspian smirked, reaching into his pocket. His brow furrowed, and Edmund followed Caspian’s line of sight.
In his pocket was an envelope; folded in quarters deliberately, delicately. Caspian looked perplexed, flipping it over in his fingers.
“I don’t remember leaving this in here” he said, pushing apart the seal. Edmund propped himself up with his palms, curious as to whether Caspian was trying some sort of ill-advised humour again.

But then, something fell out of the envelope and into his palm. Caspian stared at it for a few moments; the firelight catching in his eyes. He made a small noise, a smile slowly lighting up his features.

“What is it?” Edmund asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Caspian held it up, and Edmund recognised it instantly.
A bluebell, dried and flattened slightly, deliberately. It still retained that violet hue, even in the light. 

“I gave her one of these” Caspian sighed, his voice filled with admiration “all that time ago”.

Edmund didn’t have to ask to know who Caspian meant.
(y/n) had caught Caspian’s eye in a way that Edmund barely understood; and barely even needed to understand. She was an advisor to him, a trusted confidant - but more, too. When she entered a room, Caspian would immediately stand up, face red and wistful. Some days when Caspian was sparring with Edmund, (y/n) would walk by and smile. Caspian would almost drop his sword immediately, and Edmund would laugh. Edmund wasn’t sure if they were together - but he knew that there were feelings that flowed between them like a river coursing through the valley. 
Other than that, he need not know.

Edmund’s thoughts were interrupted when Reepicheep burst through the foliage, panting in panic. Caspian scrambled to his feet as Edmund whipped around.
“Your majesties” Reepicheep gasped, his hands on his tiny knees “the castle - I came as fast as I could, but there’s been an attack-”
“An attack?” Caspian started, his eyes widening “from who?”
“I don’t know” Repicheep said “but the others…they’re in danger! We must hurry!”

Edmund felt his heart throb in his chest.
Lucy. They’d left Lucy back at the castle.
They were half a day away by horseback - maybe longer, if their sore backs had anything to say about it. But as Edmund turned to Caspian, he noticed the young king was staring down at the bluebell in his hand, his jaw clenched tightly shut.

“Round up the men” he told Reepicheep, his voice steady through his gritted teeth “we ride as soon as they are able”.

So you want to go Rockhunting! (or rockhounding or pebble-picking or whatever. You want your pockets to be heavy and full of treasures and to have sand and grass seeds in your shoes! This is cause for celebration.)

What do you need??!?

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How I Really Feel

(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 4 2 51
warning : smut , bites , blood sharing ..
summary Reader is a part of the MF gang and a which with a different kind of powers. She likes him but Kai doesn’t seem to like her but that’s not exactly true.
*not my gif
NOTE : I maay have gotten a tiny little bit carried away with this one…😅🙈
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“Just another boring day in Mystic Falls…” she thought out loud , walking around the town square. It was summer vacation but there weren’t many summer activities to do in her small hometown , so Y/N and her friends hung out together either at Grill or the swimming hole or at the Salvatores.
Y/N stopped in the middle of the street , seeing Kai only a hundred meters away walking down the sidewalk with his phone in his hands. They had welcomed , reluctantly , Kai into their group. He acted ‘nice’ towards every single one of her friends except her. She didn’t understand why and sometimes wondered if it was because her magic was a bit different than the one most witches have. Y/N had too much of it and sometimes when she was upset things like earthquakes , hurricanes , wild fires and so not typically naturally happening events happened. When she had been a little girl and her dog had dissapeared , Mystic Falls had suffered by pouring rain for days until the cute little fella had returned safely home. Y/N actually liked Kai. He was funny , charming but also dangerous. There was something very exciting about him and she felt drawn to him more and more each day but it was useless. No matter what she did , he still seemed to dislike her.
“Hey!” she said , blocking his way. He looked up at her , surprise in his eyes for a moment before his eyes returned to his phone screen.
“Heey …” he trailed off , stepping aside continuing on his way , leaving Y/N feeling hurt yet again.
Every time it was like this - he’d utter a few words to her and then just go away to talk to someone else. That’s why she had been surprised when a few days after running into him , he had walked up to her , offering his help to control her magic from creating mayhem and destruction around town. Y/N had agreed partially because she wanted to spend time with him and maybe figure out why he doesn’t like her , the other half of her had said yes because her magic was starting to get out of hand.


Kai rang on the doorbell , shifting nervously on his feet waiting for her to answer the door. Y/N opened less than a minute later, taking his breath away yet again. She was wearing a short dark blue dress with a slight floral pattern and ankle high boots , her hair pulled behind her back in a light braid. He had offered to help her with a spell to control her magic , now he was wondering how he was going to do that when all he could do was think about her in that dress. Every time he was around her , he had hard time to focus on anything.
“Hi.” Y/N said with a shy smile. “Come on in.”
Kai stepped inside , looking around her house. He had never been inside her house before and was absolutely fascinated how well everything inside suited her. It was as if he’d recognise this was her house no matter what.
“Nice house.” he said , picking up a picture of her from her graduation. It had been 5 years since the picture had been taken and she hadn’t changed much except she was even more beautiful now. His breath got caught in his throat. Kai returned the picture back in its place , turning towards her. 

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REDBUBBLE NOTEBOOK REVIEW

I love notebooks (read: I am particular about notebooks), so when Redbubble started offering them I was both excited and wary. I wasn’t able to find a lot of information about the new product (spiral bound, 120 pages), and I figured there are other people out there with a similar desire for information.

So I bought a couple notebooks on sale last week. Let’s take a look.

Review note:  Photos were taken in natural light on a cloudy day, and may be cropped or rotated, but were not edited for contrast or color.

THE BASICS (from Redbubble product info)

  • 120 pages
  • Cover 350gsm, paper stock 90gsm
  • Front cover print from an independent designer
  • Available in a selection of ruled or graph pages
  • Handy document pocket inside the back cover

COVERS:

The covers are matte cardstock. The outside front cover is printed with the purchased design. The outside back color is black. The inside of both covers are white. 

The print isn’t super sharp but it still looks nice from standard “I am a human using a notebook in a normal way” distance. The image gets noticeably softer when you look at it more closely.

I was pleased (and a little surprised) to see that the cover print did not run or bleed when subjected to a small drip test (a drop of water, allowed to sit and soak into the cover, did not affect the design).  It didn’t look like it’d hold up, but it did.

PAGES:

I bought the graph paper option, which turned out to be sort of a combo between dot grid and classic graph. I like this, since it gives a little bit of guidance while still limiting “background interference” on a finished page.

The guides are light grey. I would prefer blue (easier to get rid of when you’re scanning artwork), but they’re pretty unobtrusive. 

Redbubble notebooks also come in lined versions.  Currently they do not offer unlined.

Paper is… White. Not bright white, but no tones of yellow or off-white, either. It held up pretty well to some dense marker coloring–you can see the colors through the back of the paper because the paper is thin, but there’s very little actual bleed through.

The last page of the notebook is a sturdy, double-sided pocket, folded from warm grey paper. 

SIZE:

Redbubble gives the dimensions (6″x8″) on their website, but I took some comparison photos with other popular notebook sizes.  

The Redbubble notebook is comparable to a medium Moleskine (the “shiny” black book in the photos above), or a little over twice the size of a standard Field Notes booklet or small Moleskine.

BINDING:

Not too much to say here. Pretty typical, sturdy, double wirebound spiral. You can see close ups of the “inner” binding in the last couple pictures.

PRICE:

Prices will vary.  Redbubble sets a base price of $10 for this product, and each artist can choose what they’d like their markup to be past that.  Looks like most go for $12-$13.

Redbubble offers a fifteen percent discount if you buy three or more notebooks at a time. (And I think that discount stacks with their frequent sales and coupon codes).

VERDICT

It’s a nice notebook!  It’s not going to develop a cult following, but I don’t think it will disappoint you, either. it’s sturdy and pleasant to hold, the paper is better than average for spiral notebooks, and (most important, really) it comes with an endless variety of cover art designed by hundreds and hundreds of independent artists—and you directly support the artist when you purchase one.

All in all, I’ve spent more on worse notebooks. I’m pretty happy with these.

(tbh, I’m giddy about them)

Designs featured in the review are Marianas trench galaxy, pink and mint rift galaxy, and don’t panic by SP8CEBIT (that’s me).

Sirius x Reader/ Sunday

Requested. It’s a bit sloppy but it’s also kinda nice, enjoy!


It’s a hazy, rainy morning, like a perfect replica of a Monet piece layered into the Sunday morning atmosphere of the Gryffindor common room.

The last burning embers of a highly ignored fire still glow softly, ready to fade away and and there’s an overpowering sense of quietness that comes rarely to this particular tower of the castle.

There were no first years bickering about class schedules or third years arguing over the rules of chess as their respected pieces try and jab at each other from their squares. It was only you and him, tucked side by side beneath a heavy blanket on the floor in front of the sofa.

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A+ (High School AU!) Chapter 10

category: angst

pairing: eunwoo X reader

warnings: bad language… it’s going to be like this for every chapter haha

note: i felt a little emotional after writing this/ 3.4k words oh my god this is the most

Originally posted by asterocky

The same hoodie from the other night rewarded you with tranquility and warmth as you sat on Eunwoo’s bed patiently. You thought that you wouldn’t be back at his house for a couple months but here you are, one night later, criss-cross apple-sauced on his bedsheets waiting for him to return to his room.

Shivers ran down your spine as you thought back to the way he had kissed you sweetly a few hours ago. It felt nice, it felt like safety radiated out of his body. You felt guilty thinking about how you wanted to replay the moment over and over again. 

You wanted to love him with all of your heart and commit to a relationship with him. However, every time you fantasized about this, you couldn’t help but get flashbacks of Eunwoo making out with other girls. Those memories reminded you of the vital advice your father had left you.

You didn’t want to be toyed around with. You didn’t want to entirely rely on someone in a relationship. All your life you were independent and strong, it was time to continue that.

The door quietly opened as Eunwoo walked back in. His lips curled up when he saw you wearing the same hoodie as he sat down next to you on the bed, carrying a plastic bag filled with ice that was wrapped with a paper towel.

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Letters in the Air

This is my official imagine for the Valentine’s Day Writing Contest for fantasticwritings.tumblr.com  :) Enjoy and have a wonderful Valentine’s Day! <3

Words: 1415

Pairing: Newt Scamander X Reader

Genre: Fluff, pure fluff

GIF created by: Me! :)

Newt sat on a stony ledge of Hogwarts with a blank piece of parchment sitting on his lap, his feathered quill hovering over the page, unmoving.

What was he supposed to write? How could he truly express himself on paper?

With a heavy sigh, he dropped his quill and looked out over the courtyard, hoping for the words to hit him like the breeze that early morning.

He thought about Y/N. Everything about them. Their eyes, smile, hair, all of the things that made them special.

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Love and Letter

Member: Dino/Chan
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1,428


Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

There you were.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Was it getting hotter in the room? Chan pulled the collar of his shirt away from his neck and wetted his dry lips with his tongue. He needed something to distract him, and quick. Over time, it has become a bad habit of his to stare at you when you weren’t looking. A hand brushed through his hair out of habit and his fingers grasped onto the first thing they could find- a pen. A sigh left his lips as his thumb repeatedly clicked the pen.

Oh God.

You were laughing at something somebody said and took your assigned seat at the front of the room. Chan’s eyes were drawn to the way your shirt stuck to your shoulders and the shape of your throat. He inhaled deeply and told himself to look away before he got caught, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Too late. He somehow managed to catch your eye and you sent him a small smile.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

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