Yet again

another animatic WIP

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Okay sure!  loved that episode! So sad but I literally screamed when they played Tom and Marco’s song! I hope you enjoy!


Tom pushed through the crowds of people. Everyone was dancing and laughing, but he just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. He pushed a few people away and made his way to the exit. He stopped by the big tunnel doors and looked back, he couldn’t make out the boy he’d been watching earlier, but he knew he was there. “I shouldn’t have come here.” He sighed. Tom entered the tunnel door where he could hear the music echo much quieter. He leaned on the side of the wall and slid to the floor, looking up at the cracked ceiling.

Tom’s ears twitched a little when he heard a loud noise, like some sort of explosion. He looked up and saw the billboard fro Love Sentence was on fire and Star was walking through the tunnel; with a weird smile plastered on he face. She walked right by Tom without noticing him, but once she got a few steps away she whirled around, confused.

“Tom?” She asked. “What are you doing here?” Star continued. Tom shrugged and threw a pebble at the wall.

“I don’t really know.” He responded.

“You were at the Love Sentence concert?” Star asked. Tom just closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.

“I was… but I started to feel sort of sick.” He admitted, thinking about what he had saw earlier. Star played with her wand a minute and looked at him curiously. Like she wasn’t sure if she should ignore him or be concerned. Tom was acting weird. Usually he was more… not like this. She rubbed that back of her head.

“Are… you okay?” She asked. Tom gave her an odd look.

“Why?” He asked. “I’m fine.” Tom added, looking back up at the ceiling.

“Well… it’s not like you to be hanging out on the dirty floor of a concert entrance when your favorite band is inside, and people are having fun. You love parties and concerts! Why are you out here all alone?” Star asked

“I just… don’t want to go where I’m not wanted.” Tom responded. He seemed hesitant about answering these questions. “Don’t you have some magic thing to do somewhere else?” Tom snapped. Star fell back.

“Well you don’t need to snap at me, I was just trying to help.” She assured. Tom groaned and leaned back, wanting to ignore her. But Star being, well, Star; she kept going. She took a seat next to him and looked at the demon with a curious look. “Tom? Hey Tom? Tom? Tom? Tom? Tom? Tom? To-“

“What do you want Star?” Tom asked. His voice seemed so tired and worn out. Like he was done with everything. He didn’t have the energy to get annoyed or angry or upset. He was just done.

“Aren’t you going to yell at me for being annoying?” Star teased, porously poking his face to get a rise out of him. Tom pushed her hand away.

“No.” He mumbled. Star stopped messing with him, now she was worried. Tom usually at least had some sort of reaction. Even if he didn’t get angry, Tom was the person who always had a reaction. And he just looked totally numb, sitting in the tunnel door. Star bit her lip and thought.

“You know… I left the concert because I was sad too.” She assured.

“I’m not sad.” Tom insisted. Star nodded.

“Sure, sure.” She humored him. “But I was upset to see my best friend getting along so well with somebody else.” Star explained. “It made me sad so I took a minute to myself.” She added. “And that’s okay, to be sad.” Star finished, smiling brightly. She hoped a positive attitude would rub off on him. But Tom showed no interest in her little show; he just was looking away.

“Star? Can I ask you something serious?” Tom asked. Star nodded and scooted closer, looking curious. “Y-you can’t tell anyone… and you have to answer honestly.” He told her. Star nodded and Tom took a breath, he was about to ask her but he gave her a serious look. “You swear you won’t tell a soul?” He asked. Star nodded yet again and he played with his thumbs. “Does… does Marco seem to like me? At all? Like… does he ever talk about me and stuff?” Tom asked. Star’s face fell and she looked at the demon pitifully.

“Oh Tom, I am so sorry.” She told him. Tom hissed at her and pushed away.

“Don’t tell me that! Tell me the truth? Or does Marco hate me?” He asked. Star jumped up and shook her head frantically.

“No, no, no, no, no!” She assured. “Tom he doesn’t hate you!” She promised. “Why? I thought you hated him?” The princess asked. Tom then started looking around all weird and he drew his knees up. Star hoped a little closer and put her face real close. “Teeeeeell me.” She begged. Tom tried to be annoyed with this type of behavior, but he ended up giving he a little smile.

But as soon as the smile came it went and he returned to looking confused and hurt. “I-I thought I did… I thought I hated him… I do! At least I should?” Tom seemed like he was asking. He put his head in his hands and groaned loudly. “Ahhh! I’m so confused!” He cried. Star smiled warmly.

“Yeah, that’s love.” She explained to him. Tom looked up, even more confused now than a minute ago.

“Love is supposed to be happy.” Tom murmured. “I’m not happy at all. I’m… scared… and hurt and confused and lonely and angry and jealous and sad!” Tom cried. Star put her arm around him.

“Yeah, that’s love.” She repeated. Tom put his face in his hands and stayed there for a long while. “Did you see them kiss? Is that what started this?” Star asked him. Tom nodded without looking up. “It hurts?” She asked. He nodded again. “Come on, you don’t need to destroy yourself over this.” Star assured.

“I thought that…” Tom trailed off; he looked down at his hands and felt tears pricking the back of his eyes. But he forced himself not to cry. He didn’t need to feel more helpless as of now. “I thought maybe if I could show him… I’m not all bad… he might…” Tom bit his lip. “Why am I so stupid?” He whispered to himself. Star frowned and gave him a hug.

“Me too, Tom.” She told him. “Everyone feels like this sometimes.” She explained. “You’re strong, it’ll be okay.” Star promised. Tom looked back out at the concert where the love of his life was having the best and most romantic time with somebody other than him. It didn’t feel okay. It would never feel okay.

brooklyn1949  asked:

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” Olivarry (cause I feel like Barry always wears Oliver's clothes...but reverse it XD)

The alarm blares into the room, and Barry lets out a groan, followed by a whine when he squints at the time. It’s his day off. Why did he set his alarm on his day off?

By instinct, he rolls onto his side, hand reaching out to the other side of the bed to seek out Oliver’s heat, which… is empty, and cold. Hardly a surprise, considering their lifestyles – it wouldn’t be the first time either one of them has had to leave in the middle of the night – but when he hears the floorboard outside their bedroom creak, Barry props himself up, pushing one hand through the tousled mop of hair on top of his head.

The door creaks open, and Barry rubs one of his eyes, his vision still blurry and adjusting to the small strip of light that follows the older man into the bedroom. “Ollie?”

“Hey,” his boyfriend replies in a whisper, a soft smile lining his lips as he crawls into bed with him, leaning in to give Barry a gentle peck on the lips, which is nice, except-

Barry blinks twice, pulling back, eyes roaming down to the older man’s chest. “You’re wearing my shirt?”

The confusion that falls over Oliver’s face is almost comical, but he looks down to get a glimpse, and then realisation dawns. He huffs, shaking his head, before stripping off the far too tight Star Labs shirt and throwing it carelessly onto the floor where they’d left the rest of their clothes the previous night. “What? I got called in. It was cold.”

“You went into the Arrow Cave in that?

Oliver pinches the bridge of his nose, and lets out a long-suffering sigh. “First of all, we’re still not calling it that, Barry, I don’t care how long we’ve been together. Second, it’s not even the same location anymore. Third, it’s cold. I needed a shirt.”

Barry’s dumbfounded expression doesn’t shift even slightly.

“Is that a problem?”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes,” he manages, his words sounding somewhat jumbled even to his own ears. “I mean, not that you’re not allowed, because I wear yours all the time, obviously, but, it’s just- it’s tight, and the material stretches, and it-“

His babble is stopped suddenly by Oliver’s lips on his own, and his boyfriend is pulling the covers over them, hands roaming down his back to his ass, pulling him closer, tangling their legs together.

“Smells like you,” he mumbles in admission against Barry’s lips.

Barry’s heart skips at that, and he can’t help the smile that presses against the other, his hands sliding around Oliver’s waist as he soaks in the warmth. “That, I can live with.”

my life has been a blur ever since i was born. a childhood short lived, full of shattered memories of sights no child should see. falling into bad habits early, and words cutting through my skin like a blunt knife. Heart breaking news hits me like a door slamming, shoving me down a hole of despair and distraught. I felt like i was drowning from a young age, as if i was in a tsunami and all i could see were people in the distance ignoring my impending doom. I outstretch my hands in the water, down the hole that the door pushed me down, through the blood that drips from my body, and all i see is a blur.


Author: Wristic

Pairing: Peter Parker X (Teleporting)Reader, Tony Stark X Pepper Potts

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: none

Adopting you after being discovered in not the best of circumstances, Tony has to struggle with the very idea of parenthood. And then also the idea that you’ve developed super powers. And then also that you have a boyfriend.

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I’m so relieved I got a 38/40 on my social psych test!! Guys I was a depressed mess when I studied for that test but I seriously pushed through and I’m so proud and relieved. It really is possible to balance mental health and school! And it’s okay to only give 80% sometimes - I spent my life trying to give 120% (which is unhealthy) and I did not give that much to this test and i still did okay!

She will be loved//Daryl Dixon

Info: Song imagine based off the song She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5

Warnings: swearing

Originally posted by valramorghulis

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself

She was young when she first joined the group, she was gorgeous but didn’t see it. Maybe it was how young she was but it carried through. Everyone in the group had seen her beauty, she was almost too pretty. Too pretty covered in guts, dirt and sweat. But she didn’t see it and that hurt Daryl the most, he knew how she didn’t see it. It was one thing to hate yourself before all this shit but now, it was even harder to hold on when you didn’t think you were worth it.

Granted mirrors weren’t everywhere and no one cared about appearances like before, but it still bothered her. But everyday she pushed through and survived over and over.

He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

Daryl was her back up, when no one else like screwing her pain away, he sat with her and talked to her. He wished she would take a chance on him for more than just a hook up. She was leaving different guys houses every morning before work and Daryl just greeted her with a smile and moved on no matter how much it hurt him. She belonged to everyone but the one who truly wanted her.

I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door
I’ve had you so many times but somehow I want more

Daryl would drive after her when she’d leave. Time and time again she’d run away to get away from everyone but Daryl always found her. Even if his group advised him not to go after her, he went. No matter how much she didn’t want him to come, he did. He spent those drives back with her, those late night talks and cuddles as she sobbed into his shoulder but he wanted more. He wanted to love her with all he possibly could.

Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful

He told her she was welcome at his house anytime. Whatever she needed, he’d be there. If she was having a bad night or was rejected, he’d listen and just be there for her when she needed it the most. He wanted her to realize how much she really was worth and that she was beautiful no matter how much she didn’t see it.

I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn’t matter anymore

Daryl gets nervous about all this comforting he gives her. It made him unhappy to be with someone he loved so much but didn’t love him back. It hurt him and he wasn’t confident if he was doing good enough but he didn’t care. If it worked for her, it worked for him.

It’s not always rainbows and butterflies
It’s compromise that moves us along, yeah

He knew that their lives weren’t always rainbows or butterflies, nor would it ever. He would never be completely happy with their relationship like this but he sacrificed his happiness for hers. 

My heart is full and my door’s always open
You come anytime you want, yeah.

There was a sort of fullness in his heart for her. He was always so willing to help her out whenever she needed it. Weather  he was half asleep or already asleep, he’d do anything to get time with her.

I don’t mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain

He wouldn’t mind standing just by her house in the rain. Just to see where she was, was enough for him. Waiting for her to leave to go talk to him or kicking out the nights lover. Saying good morning, bringing her breakfast. Anything jsut to be near her.

Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile

He knew how hurt she was from the beginning, with the way she smiled. Daryl was broken and knew broken people so a suffering smile was common. it was nothing new to him and he spotted it. It hurt, especially for a girl so young and beautiful to feel that way. He slowly started to grow fond of her and wanting her to be with someone worth her time, like him.

And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

He was determined to make her realize her worth and that someone saw it too. Someone would love her more than just a pretty face and body but for her pretty soul and personality.

I know where you hide alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are

He knew where she hid. In a car outside the fences, behind houses and in the secret quiet places in Alexandria. She had other spots at the farm and prison also. He knows what make her who she is, every little quirk and personality trait.

I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

He knew that when she said goodbye, she’d be back soon. She never really left. Sometimes she’d come back twenty minutes later, sometimes and hour and sometimes the next day. But she’d be back when she needed him.

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful

I don’t mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh.
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile

Three knocks rang through his ears. He jumped up at the sound and saw her.

“Make me feel beautiful, Daryl” She whispered through tears.

“What was it today?” He asked.

“You. You love me and it hurts because I don’t deserve it”

”Yes, you do. You don’t fuckin see it but you do, if anything I’m not enough for you”

She smiled weakly at him, her tears drying.

”Wanna stay awhile?” He asked.

She nodded wordlessly and walked inside.

And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

I don’t mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Please don’t try so hard to say goodbye

“Just, don’t try so hard to say goodbye, okay?” He asked her.

He was over her saying goodbye to try and remove herself from him. He just wanted her to go and come back whenever not feeling like a bother.


Morning at the museum + 3 mile run (7:35 pace!!) + ab workout in the park + GO leg workout + stretching

Today started out super rough because those margaritas were STRONG but I pushed through because it was beautiful and sunny and my outfit was super cute. Then while I was at the museum I got the BEST news!! I’m going backpacking at Big Bend national park next weekend!!!!!!
I am so incredibly excited!! I’ve never been to Big Bend and I haven’t gone backpacking in ages and the guy I’m going with is super cute and this trail is supposed to be amazing and super hard and !!! I AM SO HYPED!!!!

So yeah for the next week you’re going to see a whole lot of exercising from me because I am determined to be super strong and ready for this trip!! I’m gonna eat so much and hydrate so much and work out all the muscles and I am going to be SO READY!!


Tease Much? (Sebastian Smythe Imagine)

Smut Warning

You strode into Sebastian’s room, pushing through his wooden doors, huge Warbler blazer slipping off of your shoulder and exposing your black lacy bra. A lovely sight unfolds in front of you, Sebastian was tied up against his bed, blindfolded with nothing but a thin pair of baby blue boxers and a prominent boner visible to your E/C. He was squirming around the bed, whimpering and trying to relieve some pressures on his member. You smirked, proud that you were able to get the cocky Warbler in this position. You walked to the side of the bed and leaned over to run your hands through his sweaty but somehow soft hair. He jumped at the startled contact, but frowned that you decided to touch his face and not the part where he needed touched the most. You trailed an index finger down his neck and onto his chest, purposely slowing down at his red nipples. He groaned and slightly arched his back off of the silk sheets. You chuckled lightly before continuing to tease him, and reached his abs. You slowly ran your fingers across each peck, as if you were examining for clues. He made a strange noise at the feeling of your cold fingers tracing across his hot skin. Your hands made their way to the band of his boxers, and you reached down to palm him through the thin fabric. His member twitched, as you could feel precum already soaking through. You carefully started to take his boxers off, and through them somewhere unknown in his room. You wrap your fingers around his member, and slowly and teasingly stroke him. He moans quietly, biting his lip to prove a point that he was not giving in. You lowered you mouth and licked his slit, and he moaned aloud in response. “Tell me what you want, Seb. And maybe if you beg and be a good boy you can cum.” You offered. He scowled, but reluctantly gave in. “F-fine. I’ll beg. P-please let me cum!” He cried for attention. You nodded and unfolded the blindfold to pull it off. You wrapped your lips around his swollen member and sucked strongly, causing him to buck his hips and thrust deeper in your mouth. You moaned around him, making a vibration sensation. He grunted as you kept bobbing your head, teeth grazing and hollowing your cheeks. You released with a pop. He whined and puckered his lips. You looked him in the eyes and hovered over his member, arousal slicking up his red tip. “Is this what you want?” You asked, feigning innocence. He nodded and hissed when he felt you lower onto him, sinking until your hips meet. You moan, adjusting to his size. You move up and down, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Your moans chorus, and it arouses you even more. You clench around him, causing him to thrust and hit your g-spot. “Fuck.” You cry, slamming your hips into his. “Y/N.. I-I’m close. I’m gonna–” He stutters, snapping his hips up once more before reaching his climax and filling you up. You squeeze your eyes shut, and hit your orgasm seconds after. You both scream in delight and ride out your orgasm. You collapse on his chest, breathing hard. He chuckled, chest heaving. “Ya know, I’ll get you back for this.” He claims, looking down at you. Your eyes were shut, and your breath evened out. He sighed and kissed the top of your head, welcoming the darkness and the feeling of you in his arms.

Week two of Zoloft!

Last night I finally got a full nights sleep, for the first time since, geez, even before the Zoloft I think?

Woke up edgy and buzzed up again, and generally I’m still pretty shaky and anxious, but the panic has settled right down which is so good.

Also my chest pains have been minimal since starting the meds.

Generally, I feel like my symptoms are finally starting to settle a bit? I don’t want to jinx myself, and it really depends on the day and how I’m feeling.

Mornings tend to be best, by about 4pm I’m starting to get anxious and tired at work but I can push through it.

This is good, not best or even stable yet but an improvement!

The Lost Shoes

As promised, @criminalmindsfml, Happy reeeeeeeaaaallyyy late Valentine’s Day!! *blows kisses* I hope you enjoy it! 

Originally posted by emilyprentissdaily

Leaning casually in the threshold of her expansive closet, you watched as she frantically rummaged through endless shoes, mumbling profanities under her breath for her search was deeming unsuccessful. You weren’t positive on the pair of heels she was searching for, but you were certain of the curve her black dress accentuated each time she bent down to push through another pile of boots and pumps. “Babe,” you chuckled, noticing her nearly losing balance as she stood, her bottom lip pouting. “Babe, our reservations were over half an hour ago. It doesn’t matter what shoes you wear. I’m sure they will all look fine. We need to get going.”

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ruiren-blog  asked:

Me again... Sorry in advance for bother. Hm. So, 'Armed and Ready', a Yang-centered song, is stating that Yang sees revenge as her happy ever after. However, quoting Aang from ATLA: "Revenge is like a two-headed rat viper. While you watch your enemy go down, you're being poisoned yourself." As a Yang fan, I don't quite like the idea as Yang focusing on revenge. Is there a chance that RT will push through with this?

ruiren-blog said:

Or someone or some event will make her realize that revenge isn’t always the answer. Violence isn’t a very good answer seeing how Adam turned out to be. As a BB shipper, I’d love it if it will be Blake’s huge make-up-for-running-away role if she could convince Yang that revenge isn’t their reason for fighting Adam (because Adam and those two meeting up in the battlefield is totally inevitable) and it’s because they have to take down Adam for the common good of Remnant all together.

ruiren-blog said:

But as a fan in general, I choose to believe that this ‘Revenge’ could be used as a plot for team development for team RWBY like, this could be a great challenge for Ruby as a team leader; or for this to serve as a good reflection tool for Weiss to be a better friend and teammate to the others; or for all of them to act like real friends who support each other without tolerating dangerous decisions. Your thoughts?

okay so this has come up before with the worry that ‘oh this is Yang turning into Adam like Blake was worried about’ but it’s really not

Armed and Ready is about Yang not letting her trauma hold her back anymore and living life to it’s fullest, with a warning to Adam that if there’s a next time, she’ll pay him back for ruining her life (which is totally understandable). she’s not seeking him out, she’s not hunting him down, hell paying back the damage done to her is her entire thing - she’s not dedicating herself to revenge, she’s just not letting what he did to her ruin her life anymore (especially as ultimately, Adam’s not that important in the scale of villainy. taking him down isn’t a ‘for the good of Remnant’, as he still answers to Khan and Salem - he’s an Elite Mook at best - he’s a personal villain for Blake and Yang, like Jacques is for Weiss. Adam’s relevance will probably decline after Blake and Yang are fully able to move past what he did to them, as he would no longer hold any personal power over them)

the line 'revenge my happy ever after’ seems more like 'avenge’ than setting her happily ever after being revenge - Adam pretty much symbolises everything that was taken from her at the Fall of Beacon and so thoroughly destroyed the route her life was going. now she’s picking herself up and choosing to live on - which could be read as it’s own form of revenge because despite what he did it’s not stopping her - and paying him back if she ever crosses paths with him again

Yang is journeying to reunite with Ruby, she’s still doing what she’s always done and prioritising those she holds dear