so done with work right now

anonymous asked:

Hey! Are you still planning on releasing that updated version of the RG project?

!!! Yeah, check it! I’m working on the scripts right now!

I’m about halfway done changing things up, but it shouldn’t take me too much longer! I’ve already gone and fixed everything else, so this is the last thing I have to do before I reupload it

ARTISTS BEWARE [the short version]

it was suggested to me that i ought to make a short version of this post for convenient reblogging. please read the original post original post or check my geekycomtv tag if that link is broken.


Avoid collaborations with dubious monetized YouTube channel GeekyComTV

I’ve held my tongue about this channel for almost a month and I can’t frickin’ do it anymore. This is a call out post.


[WHY?]
To make a long story short, this user has been posting videos for over a year now, using miraculous art. Although in some cases he has asked permission to repost, he began monetizing [making money off of] his videos at some point without notifying any of the artists.

None of the artists agreed to monetization.

@maristoryart is only one of many artists that reported him upon finding the monetization, but for some reason, Geeky has focused on her as the reason his channel is being reported [for a second time at least, since this isn’t the first account he has lost]…

GeekyComTV’s creator has resorted to blackmail, to defamation, to actual threats, and finally to identity theft, in an attempt to bully mari and others into complying with his wishes.

It’s gross and it is NOT okay.


[^^^ just 20 of the 200+ videos being monetized]

[WHY? part 2: the long version]
And now the entire thing. Strap in and get ready to get real damn mad…

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it’s super important to me that The Adventure Zone ended with everything…good. Our heroes are flawed people - Merle, who treated his wife like shit and abandoned his kids, Magnus - a good person who is, despite himself, bitterly waiting to die, and Taako - an inherently selfish person prone to making bad choices. 

But none of them are punished for it. None of them suffer for it. None of them die. No one dies to be support for their narrative pain(unless we count Julia, a piece of backstory pre-established to this story). They all fought for the world, saved the world, and get the ending they “earned” - where they are happy, and safe, and everyone they love is, too.

Hell, every one of our villains get a redemption. First Kravitz - the grim reaper who takes Merle’s arm, someone actively trying to kill them - becomes loved, and loves, and fights alongside his boyfriend against the force destroying a world he doesn’t even live in. 

Lucretia, who started a good person and ended a good person, who did more damage to our heroes than anything else in the story - is the one who gets to stop the Hunger once and for all. It is her intelligence, and her strength, that defeats the threat. She gets to achieve the one thing she always wanted - she protects her friends. Moreover, they all forgive her for what she’s done. She is the strongest person this world has ever known, and she is so loved.

John, a motivational speaker who literally became the over-arching villain of the story - a huge, planar eating mass with no conscious thought or remorse gets to be human. It is through friendship, through kindness, that he is reminded of his own humanity. Yes, he is the Hunger, but he is also a man. He’s the one who risks everything to tell Merle how to defeat him, so that the world may survive. His final scene is just him, how he was before, what he chose to be at the end - a person. 

And all of it, all of it so important. Because it proves that no matter what you do, what you’ve done, there’s always a way back. You can still choose to do the right thing, and more importantly, you can be loved. It shows that if you work hard, and fight for what you believe in, you deserve happiness.

It might be popular to be gritty in media now. It might be trendy to be dark - it might even be considered a hallmark of good storytelling. The Adventure Zone proves that you can create an engaging, fulfilling, totally satisfying story by being positive. By letting your characters win. By allowing them to be happy. And I am so thankful.

So far in Achievement Hunters Minecraft Skyfactory lets play

Geoff has a chicken farm and bred multiple types of chickens.

Jack has built a mob farm and maintains a regular farm.

Ryan has been maintaining the automations and built various energy sources the most recent being nuclear.

Micheal has done nothing as far as i can tell.

Gavin built the solar panels, and has been assisting Jeremy in whatever he is working on.

Jeremy learns how to do blood magic, alchemy, alter the atomic structure of items, build a death ray…and doesn’t know what to do with it. Right now he’s working on a portal to a magic world and I’m sure he’s not going to understand what the hell to do with it.

im literally gagging myself rn im imagining concept art mercy (imma call him angelo for the sake of ease) doing a voice over where he talks abt how gabriel reyes ended the war that killed his parents and finally allowed peace and how gabriel was his hero that he eventually became somewhat disallusioned with bc of gabes work in blackwatch, but still admired and looked up to, maybe even viewed as a paternal figure in a distant, orphan sort of way… and how after the swiss hq explosion angelo knew he shouldn’t have done it but tht childish hero worship still lingered within him and he just couldnt let go…… so he brings gabriel back to life and he regrets it but still thinks he’d do it over again. and it ends w his voice, sweet and echoing a little ominously saying, heroes never die….

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Finally breaking out of my art block with a Monster!Gabe design I got commissioned to work on. I had a lot of artistic freedom with this so it was a pleasure, but caused some serious cramping on my ‘I NEED TO DO THIS RIGHT!!’ muscle. But I finally worked out my flaws, repainted, and loved the final result. The commissioner did too!

Plus, tis the season now, right?? Gotta love that Falltime Monster!Gabe.

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[SCHMANGEL STORY] [LUCKY CAT STORY]

i forgot to mention here! the next portion of The Swaingels has been sketched out! i actually just have some intro stuff, filler feature pieces, and cover stuff to work on–and i posted the sketch for the cover with this part, too! (ALSO, if you couldn’t tell, this is based on Jason Manns–this is pretty much how i imagined Station Breaks was formed)

so i have about 60 pages i need to clean up already?? my original goal was to have this finished by nashville, but now i’m keeping my fingers crossed for seattle. i’ve come to the conclusion that with this one i’ll probably try to sell digital versions of it, and have a pretty small physical stock

AS OF NOW, ANCESTRAL IS FINISHED.

Yes, every track is now added and illustrated. So what remains? 

Right now, some final touchups are being made. The booklet is getting assembled, some administrative work is in progress. But the bulk of the work is done. 

I will announce the release date in a few days, so stay tuned and thank you for following the process of Ancestral!

(Track art by @reasonpeason)

So you’re in a magickal funk. You haven’t done a spell in months, and let’s face it, you’re already exhausted, but the thought of not dedicating any time to your practice is stressing you out more than you’d like. There’s nothing major going on in your life right now that warrants the energy to do a spell or ritual so you’re stuck thinking “why bother?” 

This has been the case with me on more than one occasion, especially lately. I’m sitting here thinking…”man, I learned all of this stuff, had a lot of success and a few failures; I want to do magick but I just…can’t.” I work too much. I’ve got a lot on my mind. Nothing about raising energy and putting it to rest sounds appealing because all I really want to do is sleep. 

I’m sure some of you have read my “Passive Magick” series; if not, here is part I and part II; but what happens if you don’t even have the time or energy to do some of the most basic things I mentioned in those posts (like clean house, cook dinner, or even take a shower)? 

Since this is a personal struggle that I’m sure many of you also face, I’ve had to think long and hard about how I can practice magick in a minimalistic way without giving up all together, so here is what I’ve come up with. 

  • Think of all the reasons why you’ve become unmotivated or uninterested in your practice, and make a list. If you don’t feel like busting out a pen and paper, use the memo pad on your phone. It’ll take 5 minutes at the very most. For me, it’s got a lot to do with work, stress from work, being tired, adulthood in general, personal relationships, and overall worry about the people I love (gotta love being an empath). 
  • Alright, you’ve made a short and simple list of all of the stressors in your life, which might have stressed you out more than you already were, but let’s move on.
  • This next part sounds simple but might end up being a little more complicated than you think - it’s okay, stick with it: make some notes on your list about how to improve those situations, or simply jot down the opposite of what’s going on. For example, I might not be so tired all the time if I got a good night’s sleep - it doesn’t always help, but it might if I actually tried, who knows. I might have an easier time at work if my communication skills were up to par, and if I knew how to handle stress without getting overwhelmed. Home stress may be relieved if I was better organized as far as like, paying my bills early and trying to save money. I might worry less about my family if I visited with them more. You get the idea. Next… 
  • So basically, by listing ideas to combat your stressors, you’ve inadvertently come up with ideas for spells to help you along the way. For me, this entails…
    • an anti-stress spell
    • a communication spell (for both work and interpersonal relationships)
    • a sleep spell (preferably one where I have no dreams)
    • an organization spell
    • a motivation spell
  • You get the picture, I’m sure. 
  • Okay, so now…. you have to do the spells. Ugh. Even the thought of doing such a thing wears me out, but let’s entertain the idea of putting together a multipurpose spell jar. You can easily figure out the correspondences for things like better communication, better sleep, relieving stress, and staying motivated. You might even know a few correspondences off hand so you don’t have to do too much digging for information. 
  • At this point, head over to your spice cabinet, kitchen pantry, craft drawer, or whatever and gather some supplies. Don’t even bother trying to go buy new stuff. Use what you already have, and try not to choose multiple ingredients for the same intent. Just pick one, it’ll make your life easier.
  • Now, anyone who has ever made a spell jar before knows the process of stating your intent as you add your ingredients to the jar. It takes little effort on your part to mumble some words like “ok lavender your job is to keep me relaxed and relieve my stress.” Do this with each ingredient and bam, done. Seal the jar and…then what?
  • Well, what about timing the spell? That part is up to you: you might choose to utilize a certain phase of the moon, or you might not even care to wait until a particular lunar phase because you don’t give two hoots about the moon, at all. Maybe you choose to do the spell at night because for the first time all day, you’re somewhat relaxed. Once again, that’s totally fine. 
  • Okay…but I have to charge this stupid jar somehow. Well, you can lightly channel energy from external sources to power your spell so you don’t tire yourself out and lose motivation before you even begin. Craft a super simple sigil that states “this spell jar is charged and activated” or write that sentence on paper and set your spell jar on top of it. Draw a picture of a constellation or rune that corresponds to power or enchanting and set the jar on top of that. Stick a piece of quartz on top of the jar. Add a little sea salt water to the jar (it’s a natural conductor of electricity and energy). There are lots of easy ways to charge your jar. Done and done. 
  • Alright, my spell jar is made and charged so…now what do I do?? Remember that mundane effort is just as important when it comes to magickal workings. Buy a planner to keep you organized, or open the calendar app on your phone and mark important dates. If you know you need at least 8 hours of sleep to feel energized, then don’t wait until 2am to lay down in bed. If communication is an issue, then actually try to talk to people and don’t be afraid to ask for help if you need it, especially in the workplace. 
  • These are just examples that mostly cater to my specific and personal situations, but you can easily modify these ideas to suit your needs. One good spell may be just the thing you need to kickstart your practice again, and this method is simple and straightforward enough that pretty much anyone can do it, even on your worst days. 

Good luck. 🔮✨

Google Salutes the Birth of Hip Hop with Interactive Doodle

Google is celebrating the 44th anniversary of hip-hop today with an interactive doodle on its homepage. Kool Herc’s party at 1520 Sedgwick Avenue in the Bronx 44 years ago is cited as the crystallization of influences that became known as hip-hop. Google’s keyword team spoke with Kevin Burke, Ryan Germick Perla Campos who are behind the doodle. They also worked with hip-hop legends Fab 5 Freddy who was the first host of Yo! MTV Raps and Def Jam logo creator and visual artist Cey Adams. Check out their story behind the doodle,

Keyword: How did you come up with the idea for this Doodle?

Kevin: I’m a huge Hip Hop fan. Growing up outside New Orleans, it was a part of my DNA-performing Hip Hop in my high school band, adding Hip Hop to my college radio station’s rotation, and working on the set of Outkast’s “Ms. Jackson” music video in my first job out of college. Hip Hop has been a constant thread through my life and I wanted to bring my love of it to a Doodle. I developed the concept for interactive turntables, showed it to my manager Ryan (also a fan of Hip Hop), and he lost it. He said, “let’s make it tomorrow!”

OK, so people were into the idea. But Hip Hop is such a big topic. How did you decide what to focus on?

Perla: From the beginning, we were thinking big. I mean, Hip Hop touches so many parts of culture but a lot of people don’t know much about its origins. So, we anchored the Doodle to the birth of Hip Hop, and wanted to celebrate the people who pioneered the movement. We hope to give them the voice and the recognition they deserve, which is what Doodles are all about-shining light on times of history that maybe you didn’t know about. 

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One Year Later: Moving and Life Issues, and why the game was delayed.

Hey everyone. Today marks the anniversary of moving out on my own to California. And as many of you may notice, I haven’t been all too active since I left, save for the fan game and its trailers. And while the trailer was a big success, something has been haunting me for nearly a year now, and I have to address it if I want to get better and actually update more consistently again.

I had always stated it was just because I was focusing on the game, but its a bit more than that. And, well, I’m in a bad place once again for it. 

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Dean/Cas: Unfreeze

For @deanwinchcester, who won Best Rising Blogger in my latest Tumblr awards! Tech support & online dating AU. 3.2K.


Dean really needs a new computer.

His once-shiny MacBook was a gift from his parents when he started college five years ago. He’s a graduate student now, and the poor thing is practically gasping its dying breath. The battery’s shot and the warranty is over and he’s sick of hearing, “We don’t carry those parts anymore.” If he could restore a ‘67 Impala in 2010, then a laptop from 2012 ought to be reparable, but it’s pointless to yell at the Genius Bar, so he just brings the thing home and calls it a day.

That is, until 9 pm that night when he’s furiously typing and everything freezes.

“Shit,” he curses at the screen, jabbing the keys to no avail. He’s got work to submit by midnight; he truly doesn’t need this hiccup right now. He supposes he could print out the assignment, do it by hand, but thinks of all the problems he’s already done. And then he sees his phone and has a thought, something he’d heard, half-paying attention, during Orientation six months ago.

“Where’d that pen go…” he mumbles to himself, reaching for the mug on the corner of his desk. Wading through a bouquet of pencils and highlighters, he finds what he’s looking for on the side of a ballpoint:

Baker Library I.T. Help Desk
603-255-0918

He clicks the pen a couple of times before tapping out the number on his cell. He hears an automated message asking him to wait, and then it rings, once, twice-

“Hello, Baker Library I.T. Help Desk. This is Castiel. How can I help you?”

Dean blinks, unable to speak. Holy hell, is that really his voice?

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Games ; Haz Osterfield feat. Tom

WARNINGS: nsfw, cunnilingus, threesome M/F/M, double penetration, anal, slight oral (male receiving), unprotected sex oops

summary: a blindfolded guessing game with your boyfriend and his best-friend after you come home tipsy 

word count: 3,198 :) so enjoy


A/N: tagging @forevanssake bc she’s a smut buddy. 

The streetlights glinted above you as your steps ambled over the pavement. For the whole day Harrison got you to spend time with your former university chums —as he had his own agenda with Tom and the other Holland siblings. And by spending the time meant that your whole circle had arranged upon visiting the nearest pub in town and spend the night drowning themselves under alcohol.

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Hey folks! I wanted to thank you all for being so kind and fun and thoughtful in response to the visual novel/game I’m working on. I’ve gotten tons of messages and questions that have really helped me to consider ways to make this game unique and inclusive. I’ve also been overwhelmed by how many folks have kindly offered to contribute their talents and assistance to this project.

I’ve made a little FAQ addressing some of the common questions I’ve gotten, so all this info can be in one place:

Which cryptids will be featured in the game?

I’m toning down my use of the word ‘cryptids’ in favor of ‘monsters’, since although these characters will be (pretty obviously) modeled after actual cryptids and creatures from folklore (black shuck, mothman, ghost deer, etc.), I’m taking some creative liberties with their designs and personas, and I don’t want folks to confuse my interpretation of these creatures with the versions of them that you see in cryptozoology. That said–you’ll have to wait and see!

Which platforms will the game be released on?  How much will it cost?

It’s too early in development to know for sure, but we’re hoping for a release on Steam and other sites like GOG and Itch (it’s being developed for Windows/Mac/Linux). We’re planning on releasing a free demo/teaser initially, and although we won’t know the price for the full game until it’s closer to being done, I want to keep the price low so that it’s accessible to everybody.

How far along is the game? When will it be released?

Currently, we’re working on getting a solid base storyline written, and completing a good chunk of the art assets and environment audio. I’m not revealing any release date right now; I want to give myself time to craft a quality story that you’ll enjoy and I can be proud of. When I have a better idea of the timeline, I’ll let everyone know!

How many people are involved in making this game?

There are just two of us right now! I’m in charge of artwork, writing, typography and design, and my very rad s/o is handling the sound design and code. As things progress we might add some other folks to the team!

Can I help create the game or donate money to the project?

When the game has a working rough build, we’ll be looking for testers/feedback/proofreaders and would love your help. I’ll be putting up applications for that when the time comes! I’ve also been blown away by folks willing to donate to help with the game; I’m in the process of setting up a Patreon where you can help support this project along with my other work, and in return you’ll get access to lots of exclusive updates, concept art, illustration tutorials, merch giveaways, and other neat stuff. ♥ I’ll make another post about that when it’s ready to go!

For anyone who enjoys my other artwork, but isn’t interested in the game—no worries! I’ll still be making lots of other illustrations while the game is in development. Feel free to blacklist my ‘monster visual novel’ tag if you just want to see my other content.

This is a big, exciting project for me, and it’s been motivating me to work outside of my comfort zone, which is really healthy and important since I suffer from such severe anxiety. Without all your kindness and enthusiasm I wouldn’t have had the courage to try something like this, and I want to make y’all proud. 

Thank you! ♥ 

Hold me tight -Tom Holland

A/N: This is some angsty shit because I feel that way lately. It has a fluffy ending though! Hope you like it? Enjoy!!

You came home to Toms apartment and unlocked the door with the key he had given you five months into your relationship. You closed the door behind you and kicked your shoes off before taking your jacket off and wandering to the kitchen. You opened a cupboard and took a glas out to pour yourself some water. After you emptied the glass you leaned against the counter and looked out the window. It was a rainy thursday afternoon, the clouds were blocking the sun and it was very grey and depressing outside. You let out a sigh and put your glas into the sink.
“Hey.” The voice of Tom made you jump and you pressed your palm against your chest and closed your eyes.
“Shit. You scared me.” you said and opened up your eyes to look at him.
“Sorry.” he apologized and walked over to you. He put his hands on your hips and was about to lean down but you pushed him gently away.
“I’m - going to take a shower.” you said and he furrowed his brows not understanding why you were so cold to him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern showing in his features.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” you said and walked past him.
“Are you sure?” he asked again and you rolled your eyes.
“I’m fine.” you said, now annoyance echoing in your voice and he decided to let it go.
After you took a shower, you did not go back into the living room. You went into the bedroom and laid down while scrolling through your phone.

Tom was really confused why you were not talking to him but he also did not want to push you even though he was concerned. After two hours he finally pealed himself off the couch and walked over to his bedroom to check on you. There you were, lying on your side, legs pulled up to your chest, one hand under your head and the other one holding your phone. You didn’t even look up when Tom came in and kept your eyes fixed on the phone.
“Hey, uh…Do you want to eat something? We could order in?” he offered but you shook your head. He furrowed his brows and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms infront of his chest.

“Alright. What’s going on? What happened?” he finally asked and was growing impatient with every second now.
“Nothing.”

“Can you atleast look at me while we’re talking?” he said a little angry and you looked over your phone into his eyes.
“What?” you asked and he let his arms fall to his sides.
“I want you to tell me what is going on.” he said and you sighed while sitting up.
“And I told you: Nothing. Why can’t you let it go?”

“I can’t because you are spreading negativity. If you would talk to me we could solve it and go back to normal. I’m tired of having to pull everything out of you,” he said and ran his fingers desperatly through his hair.

“Then don’t!” you finally yelled and got up from the bed.
“I’m trying to keep to myself so I don’t spread my mood but you keep digging and digging. I’m feeling down, okay? I feel worn out. Maybe I’m depressed I don’t know. I feel anxious and stressed out because I have this feeling that I can’t handle the stuff that is going on in my life right now. Can you help me with any of this?” you asked, your voice shaking and your hands thrown into the air.

“No, you can’t,” you added when he didn’t speak up and let your hands fall to your sides.
“And that’s why I keep it to myself. Most of the time I can handle it but sometimes I can’t. And that’s when I need my space so I can work on it without affecting anyone around me.”

Tom was speachless. He couldn’t bare the thought of you struggling without telling anyone. He ran his fingers through his hair once more and took a deep breath. As soon as he stepped forward you rose your hand and gestured him to stay still.
“I need to be alone right now. If you’re heart doesn’t allow you to give me space I can leave and come back when I’m done gathering myself.” you said and his eyes widened and he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

“Take as much time as you need. Just don’t go.” he said quickly and stepped back. He closed the door behind him and you were alone again but this time you felt empty. This little bickering between Tom and you stirred up your emotions more than they already were. You put your face into your palms and leaned your elbows on your thighs. Tears started to build in your eyes and soon you were sobbing. You knew that Tom didn’t deserve to be yelled at. He was concerned about you and was only trying to help because he cared. But when things got too much you liked to take a step back and at times like this any tiny thing could set you off.

You laid back down on your side and pulled your knees to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You must’ve cried yourself to sleep because when you opened your eyes the room was dark, only the street lights glistening through the curtains, and your eyes felt puffy and drained. You looked over your shoulder and saw Tom sleeping right next to you. He was sleeping on his side and the moonlight was lighting half of his face making him look soft and at peace. He was wearing an old blue t-shirt which had moved up his body a bit. Your throat was dry from all the crying so you stood up without making any noise and tiptoed out of the room into the kitchen. You did not open any lights because your eyes were very sensitive to light and you could see pretty much everything. You opened the cupboard and took a glas out before taking cold water out of the fridge. You were drinking your second glas while looking out of the window when you heared footsteps behind you.

You looked over your shoulder to see Tom standing in the doorframe, leaning against it.
“Hey.” he said giving you a dejavu and you smiled a little. His hair was all tousled standing up into every direction. He brushed his hand through his hair trying to controll the situation on his head a little but it didn’t work as he wanted it to and made you chuckle.
“Come here.” you said and you two met each other in the middle of the kitchen.
You brushed his hair back with your hands making them look less chaotic. He watched you the whole time and admired your beauty silently. Your eyes were focused on his hair and you were biting your lip and he smiled at your concentration. He enjoyed your gentle touch and his heart skipped a beat. It was such an innocent but caring gesture of you that it made his heart swell.

“That doesn’t look too bad.” you said finally and leaned your hands on your hips and looked into his eyes.
“If you say so.” he chuckled and wasn’t sure if he should touch you or not.
“Not that it didn’t look good before. I like your hair in any shape.” you said and looked down to your feet, suddenly feeling insecure. You wanted to apologize, you wanted to say something but you felt a knot in your throat.
You looked up into his eyes and he was waiting patiently for you to make the first step. He didn’t want to push you, he wanted to give you space so you could make up your mind on your own.

“There is so much weight on my shoulders right now which is painfully stressfull. I know it will pass but I can’t help it. Most of the time I can handle the pressure. But there are days where I feel like drowning. Like there is no light at the end of the tunnel. But I also know that this will pass too. That’s the reason why I don’t tell you or anyone about it. It’s temporary. It’s not worth talking about it. I can handle it you know. I’ve been handling it forever.” you rambled and fiddled with your fingers,“I didn’t mean to yell at you though. I’m sorry.” you apologized and looked up into his eyes again.

“Can I say something?” he said with a little smile on his lips and you nodded.
“I know that you can handle what’s going on in your head and in your life. I have no doubt. But I want to be there for you. You don’t need to tell me everything if you don’t want to. But a relationship is based on trust and understanding. Don’t shut me out. Tell me what’s going on and I’ll respect your way of dealing with it. Just talk to me.” he said and you looked down trying to surpress the tears.
“I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t be sorry. No one apologizes for having a wound or a broken bone, you shouldn’t too. It’s okay.” he said and stepped closer.
“I love you.” you finally blurted out and looked into his eyes and he smiled back. I don’t deserve you, you wanted to add but didn’t.
“I love you too.” he answered and put his hands hesitantly on your hips.
He leaned in to give you a kiss on your forhead and hugged you afterwards.

“You’re not perfect. Neither am I. And that’s perfectly fine.” he said and you smiled against his chest and breathed his comforting scent in.
“Aren’t you supposed to say something like: But you are perfect to me?” you teased him and you knew that he rolled his eyes even if you couldn’t see it.
“You’re such a mood killer.” he sighed and you chukled against his chest while tightening your hug. No matter how far you’d fall he would always be there to pick you up. Even if it meant standing in the kitchen at 3am in the morning.

✧ TEEN  WOLF  PROMPTS.

possible triggers, read/reblog with caution. nsfw metions. change pronouns as you seet fit!

  • SEASON ONE :

❛ You weren’t answering you’re phone! Why do you have a bat?! ❜
❛ I thought you were a predator! ❜
❛ We’re actually doing this? ❜
❛ You’re the one always bitching that nothing happens in this town! ❜
❛ I was trying to get a good nights sleep before practice tomorrow. ❜
❛ Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one. ❜
❛ Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for? ❜
❛ Huh, I didn’t even think about that. ❜
❛ And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here? ❜
❛ Also something I didn’t think about. ❜
❛ Okay, let’s see this thing. ❜
❛ It was too dark to see much, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf. ❜
❛ A wolf bit you? ❜
❛ I heard a wolf howling. ❜
❛ What do you mean “No, I didn’t?” ❜
❛ How do you know what I heard? ❜
❛ Because California doesn’t have wolves, okay? ❜
❛ I’m a nerd by association. I’ve been Scarlet-Nerded by you. ❜
❛ It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. ❜
❛ I can hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. Smell things. ❜
❛ Smell things? Like what? ❜
❛ So, all this started with the bite? ❜
❛ What if it’s like, an infection? ❜
❛ Like my body flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something? ❜
❛ You know what? I actually think I’ve heard of this. ❜
❛ Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling. ❜
❛ Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me! ❜
❛ You’ve been given something that most people would kill for. ❜
❛ Where are you getting your juice? ❜
❛ So, you killed her? ❜
❛ Maybe it was my blood on the door? ❜
❛ I’ve never had a dream where I woke up like that before. ❜
❛ You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something. ❜
❛ Maybe you should stop pretending to suck just for his benefit. ❜
❛ Trust me, I do plenty of sucking just for his benefit. ❜
❛ Do you wanna hang out, like us and them? ❜
❛ You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork. ❜
❛ Once my heart starts beating again, yeah. ❜
❛ Start the car, or I’m gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth. ❜
❛ It was a different kind of bullet. ❜
❛ What am I supposed to do with him? ❜
❛ You faint at the sight of blood? ❜
❛ This house is like the frickin’ Wal-Mart of guns. ❜
❛ I don’t know whether to kill it or lick it. ❜
❛ You wanna do homework? Or you wanna not die? ❜
❛ We don’t go out in the middle of the night murdering people, do we? ❜

  • SEASON TWO :

❛ Please let him go, and I’ll do– I’ll do whatever you want! Okay? ❜
❛ I swear. I won’t- I won’t see him again. I promise, never again! ❜
❛ I’ve got a missing teenage girl, and our K-9 unit led us here. ❜
❛ I’m sorry, I - I didn’t see anything. ❜
❛ Trust me, if he saw a naked girl outside a computer screen, he’d remember. ❜
❛ School fight? ❜
❛ Oh, no, sorry. I was just remembering, I actually have a morning practice to get to. ❜
❛ Just one more question. You guys get many grave robberies here? ❜
❛ Usually, they just take stuff like jewelry. ❜
❛ Okay, nothing else? Seriously? ❜
❛ I just said it was missing. ❜
❛ And you know what? Even if she did, so what? ❜
❛ It’s the most nutritious part of the body. ❜
❛ You’re the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you. ❜
❛ I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know?  ❜
❛ Here’s a dollar. Go find another parking lot to die in.  ❜
❛ Now, I don’t want the same thing happening to some innocent girl. ❜
❛ So, police are organizing search parties for tonight. ❜
❛ Sign up, find the missing girl, you get an automatic A in my class. ❜
❛ Because we have a pretty good idea that she might be… you know, turning. ❜
❛ A unicorn. What do you think, dumbass? ❜
❛ What do you think she’s gonna do with a set of real claws? ❜
❛ Hey, you know, maybe they’re just here for the funeral? ❜
❛ I mean - what if they’re the non-hunting side of the family? ❜
❛ You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you, ______? ❜
❛ You wanna take this little conversation downstairs? No? ❜
❛ Tell you what, you do the dishes and clean up the kitchen, okay? ❜
❛ I have my responsibility as a parent. ❜
❛ You know I’m gonna have to find a way to punish you though. ❜
❛ Well, that was your fault. ❜
❛ Shut up! It’s a scratch! It’s hardly even… ❜
❛ I have beautiful everything. ❜
❛ You wanna just make out a little bit? Just to see how it feels? ❜
❛ This new-found heroism is making me very attracted to you. ❜
❛ What did you see in the mechanic garage? ❜
❛ Did you notice that I’m paralyzed from the neck down in 8 feet of water! ❜
❛ Can’t you just trust me this once? ❜
❛ I’m the one who keeps you alive, okay. Did you notice that? ❜
❛ Sounds like the beginning of a heartfelt story, but I’m gonna pass.. ❜
❛ I thought you were psychic, bitch? ❜
❛ Dude, everyone in here is a dude. I think we’re in a gay club. ❜
❛ Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses? ❜
❛ One more question– just one. Are you okay? ❜
❛ We’re just a bunch of teenagers. We can’t handle this. ❜
❛ Sarcasm is my only defense. ❜
❛ I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded. ❜

  • SEASON THREE :

❛ I have to… I have to tell him.. ❜
❛ Do you have any other emergency werewolf contacts? ❜
❛ So, if you need to do that thing where we talk about me. ❜
❛ I don’t want a boyfriend. I want a distraction.. ❜
❛ And, seriously, an American werewolf in London? Like that’s not going to be a disaster. ❜
❛ Can we drive? Now, please? ❜
❛ All of them? How does that even work? ❜
❛ I have been looking for them the last four months. ❜
❛ Do you know what I want for my birthday? ❜
❛ Have you never done it before either? ❜
❛ We don’t like you. Now, shut up and help us. ❜
❛ So, I hope you’re comfortable saying whatever it is you were feeling straight to my face. ❜
❛ Okay, all right, now. Come on, no one died, alright? ❜
❛ Look, there may have been some maiming, okay? A little mangling, but no death! ❜
❛ I can’t take waiting around like this, you know? ❜
❛ My nerves are wracked, they’re severely wracked. Wracked. ❜
❛ What… like, why wouldn’t they chain them up in some underground lair or something? ❜
❛ They’re an Alpha pack, right? So, shouldn’t they have a lair? ❜
❛ Wait a sec, wait a sec– maybe they’re living there! ❜
❛ It’s not the first time you’ve gotten your hands dirty. ❜
❛ I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it’s over? ❜
❛ I just… I don’t understand the bank, though, okay? ❜
❛ I’m supposed to call you first when I find a dead body? ❜
❛ You called the police before you called me? ❜
❛ They’re too fast for us, for all of us. They’re too strong, too rabid. ❜
❛ And, just curious, is there a reason the gun is still pointed at me? ❜
❛ Well, there’s probably still some part of me that wants to shoot you… ❜
❛ Does anybody else want to rethink the plan where we just, uh, kill ‘em? ❜
❛ I just wanted to make sure you got in okay! ❜
❛ I know the inner workings of that force, alright? ❜
❛ You didn’t have to follow me home. ❜
❛ So, if these aren’t random killings, then what are they? ❜
❛ Come over to my place at nine. Plan on staying the night. I like to cuddle. ❜
❛ Am I the only one recognizing the lack of werewolfitude in these murders? ❜
❛ It means my lack of sexual experience is now literally a threat to my life, okay? ❜
❛ You know who else is a virgin? Me. I’m a virgin, okay? ❜
❛ I need to have sex. Like, right now. Someone needs to have sex with me, like, today. ❜
❛ What do you want? You want to kill me? ❜
❛ We shouldn’t have come. I knew it. We shouldn’t have come. ❜
❛ Are you just following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point? ❜
❛ How do you know it’s not from the archery team? ❜
❛ Cut off the head of the snake, and the body dies. ❜
❛ Just once, can someone try to come up with something that doesn’t involve killing everyone? ❜
❛ I’m telling you this because they scare the hell out of me. ❜
❛ Somebody’s been doing their summer reading! ❜
❛ Well, maybe we could do what normal people do, and knock on the door. ❜

irishsandwich  asked:

Hiii can you please do an imagine where Tom thinks his girlfriend Y/N is cheating on him, but she just spends a lot of time on her new job she is kinda shy about because she is a usual girl and he is famous? xx


of course!

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Originally posted by tom-hollcnd



you got home from a longs day at work to Tom sitting on the couch, staring blankly ahead at the tv in-front of him. you knew he didn’t know you had a job, it’s not something you really wanted him to know about, so you always cover it up with your mom needing you for a couple hours.

“hey.” you said, fixing your white t-shirt, adjusting the bag on your shoulder that held the job uniform in it.

he didn’t answer you, instead he just ignored you. you raised your eyebrows. this has never happened before. this wasn’t like Tom. if something was bothering him, he’d confront you. right?

“Tom.” you said, trying to get his attention. he sighed before taking his eyes off the screen and looking at you.

“what?” he asked.

you felt something hit you hard as his words were filled with attitude. he’s never acted like this towards you. never. so, what has gotten into him?

“never mind.” you mumbled before walking off towards your shared bedroom and putting the clothes in the laundry room. you walked into the bathroom and pulled your hair up, washing off your makeup form the day. 

the bakery you worked at had you exhausted. mentally and physically, but you loved it there. you’ve always had a passion for baking, even Tom knows that you’d rather bake then do anything else on a rainy Saturday afternoon. 

plus, your chocolate chip cookies were to die for.

you sighed before walking out into the living room again. you didn’t really want to talk to Tom since he wanted to be so moody, but you had to make sure he had at least eaten. 

“did you have dinner?” you asked. he snapped his head towards you, furrowing your eyebrows.

“yeah, i can feed myself you know, i’m a big boy, i’m 21 years old.” 

you grew annoyed, finally not being able to keep your calm,”what the hell is your problem?”

he sighed before closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“i’m serious, Tom. the fuck is wrong with you?” 

he stood up,”you know what’s wrong with me? you! you, y/n! you’re what’s wrong with me!”

the words made your heart hurt. what have you done? what did you do wrong?

“w-what are you talking about?” you stumbled finding words, your eyes getting glossy.

“you’re my problem! i’m here staying so devoted to you, staying so damn loyal to you when i’m out on the road when i could get any girl i want, but i stay loyal to you because i love you! but, what do i get in return? you cheating on me behind my back! and the funny thing is, you act like nothing happened when you get home!”

you took a deep breath, then it hit you.

he thought since you’ve been gone for so long working that you’ve been cheating.

“no, no.” you said quickly,”it’s not what it looks like, i promise-”

he cut you off,”save it, y/n.” he scoffed,”don’t even try to deny it when you go so early in the morning to when you get back home at 8:00 every night. you come home sweaty, you come home with your clothes wrinkled! i’m not dumb!”

“Tom, if you would shut up a second and let me explain-” you said but before you could say another word, he cut you off again.

“go ahead. explain to me why you’re being such a fucking slut.” he said. and with that, your blood was boiling. you angrily wiped the tears off your face before storming to your laundry room.

you snatched the bag off the floor before walking out and throwing it at him, he caught it but still didn’t wipe off the angry look off his face.

“open it.” you said angrily.

“what the fuck, no-”

“just fucking open it, Thomas!” you yelled, this time his face softened a little as you had used his full first name. he unzipped the bag and opened it, becoming confused.

he pulled out the maroon button down shirt that said Red Velvet Bakery on the back of it, your name tag attached to the pocket that rested on the right side of your chest, right under where the logo was.

his face dropped before he looked up at you, the tears continued coming down your face.

“so i’m a fucking slut for working? i’m sorry i can’t have everything handed to me, mr. i’m a fucking movie star, oh my god look at me i’m so famous!” you ranted,”and you wanna accuse me of cheating.”

“y/n, darling-” he started, his face becoming instantly full of regret.

“don’t Tom.” you said,”save it, i’m done with you for right now.”  you turned around and walked to your shared bedroom, slamming the door and climbing into the bed. you nuzzled your head into the pillows, immediately recognizing Tom’s scent, only making you cry more.

a few moments later, there was a soft knock at the door. you rolled your eyes as you turned over, facing the large windows as the nighttime rain pattered against the roof.

“go away.” you groaned.

“princess.” he said, his voice soft,”please.”

you waited a few seconds,”fine.”

he opened the door slowly, still holding your work shirt as he stepped into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you, Tessa climbing up on top of the bed, nuzzling your hand with her nose, trying to figure out why you were upset.

“i’m so sorry.” he said, his voice cracking,”i should’ve never acted that way and i should’ve never said those things about you.”

you let him continue,”i can’t believe i thought you were cheating on me. i mean, you’re the most loyal, kind hearted person in the world, why would i even think that?” 

you could tell he was frustrated with himself.

“oh my god, i don’t deserve you.” he said, lowering his head and looking at the shirt in his hands. 

“i’m so sorry, y/n.” he said,”i know sorry will never fix things, but i truly regret everything i’ve said to you and i truly really do love you and i don’t want to lose the most important thing in my life.”

you felt your heart break as he let out a shaky breath, tears rolling down his cheeks.

you sat up from your laying position and turned him to face you. his brown eyes filled with sorrow and tears rolling down his cheeks. his hair had been messed up, like he had been tugging at it for a while. he let out a shaky sigh, parting his lips as he tried to regain his steady breathing.

“i’m so sorry.” he said, looking into your eyes.

you cracked as you reached up and wiped the tears off his cheeks. you gave him a small smile.

“Tom, it’s okay-”

“no, no it’s not. i called you a slut, i should never ever call a woman a slut, my mum taught me better.” he said ashamed of himself.

you shook your head,”you were just upset, it’s okay.” 

you brought his head to your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. you played with his brown curls as you tried to calm him down, but it wasn’t working too well.

“i’m so sorry.” he repeated into your now tear stained shirt. you pulled him from your shirt, looking him in the eyes.

“Tom, Tom look at me.” you said, grabbing his attention. you grabbed his cheeks and wiped away the tears.

“stop crying, please. you’re going to make yourself sick.” you said, face full of concern. he licked his red, chapped lips.

“o-okay.” he said, nodding.

“i love you, okay?” you said, giving him a smile.

“i love you, too.” he breathed, showing his white teeth. you smiled before kissing his forehead and brining his head to your chest.

“i love you so much.” he mumbled against your chest. you smiled softly as you stroked his hair, easing his nerves.