so i got a little creative

anonymous asked:

Destiel and 💘 please, sweetie! // @fanficsandfluff

I kinda ended up writing like a full-fledge fiction, so I’m also going to put this in my master post, lol. I call it, National Tickle Day! (Creative, right? -.-)

“Dean! We need donuts!”

“Dean! I got burgers!”

“Dean! Give me a hug!”

Castiel had only been on earth for a few years, so he was still figuring some things out. One thing that he figured out is that he very much enjoyed celebrating every. Single. Dumb. National ___ Day.

Oh, it’s National Donut Day? Well, prepare for Castiel to come barreling in with boxes upon boxes of free donuts. National Beer Day? Cas is going to consume  alcohol until he manages to get hammered.

Dean knew about this little ‘quirk’ of his boyfriend’s, and at first he had found it endearing. At first.

**

On the morning of January 31st, Dean had calmly been laying on his bed, watching T.V.. Castiel had noticed this, and took it as an advantage. He strode over to the hunter and sat in the middle of his bed.

“Hey Ca-HAS!” Dean shrieked as the angel wasted no time pinching his boyfriend’s sides.

Dean curled backwards, pushing at the offending hands. “CahahAHAS! Stahahap!” He giggles out, successfully catching the other’s hands momentarily.

“Whyhy are yohou doing thahat?” He asked, residual giggles pouring out through his sentence.

“Because it’s National Tickle Day.” Cas stated calmly, as if this was a normal occurrence. “I’m simply trying to appropriately celebrate it.”

“Wehell don’t.” Dean said, still holding his angel’s hands back.

Cas tilted his head. “Do you not enjoy being tickled?”

“Stop saying that.”

“What? Tickle?”

“Cas!” Dean said, face turning deeply red.

“Dean, both Sam and I have tickled you before. It appears as if you enjoy it.”

“Just drop it, and stop saying it.”

“But I am trying to celebrate National Tickle Day.”

Dean finally broke. “You want to celebrate? Fine, let’s celebrate!” He said, then pouncing onto Castiel. He pushed him onto the pillows, wasting no time digging into his angel’s tummy. The reaction was immediate.

“Dehehean!!” He squeaked, giggling like a mad man. Dean hadn’t heard Cas laugh like this in ages. It was a beautiful sound.

“What is it, Angel? I thought you wanted to celebrate!” He teased, moving to his ribs. Cas was thrashing like a mad man, arms clenched down by his sides.

“NohOHO! PLEHEHEHAHASE!” He plead when Dean moved down to his thighs.

“Awwh, why babe? Does it tickle?” The Winchester couldn’t keep the smirk out of his voice. He was enjoying this way too much for that.

“YEHEHES!!” Castiel admitted. Dean’s heart warmed at how innocent Castiel was. He wanted to savor every moment of this. He slowed his tickling, fingers just gently tracing the insides of his thighs.

“Any last words?” He grinned.

“Dehehean Dehehean Dehean nohohoho! Pleheheahase dohohont!!” He plead, giggling in anticipation.

“Don’t what?” He raised his eyebrows. This was his absolute favorite trick, and he knew Cas would take the bait.

“Ticklehehe mehe!” And right he was.

“Well, if you insist!” He dove in, squeezing from top of his thigh to right above the knee cap and back up, not following any specific pattern to keep the angel on edge. He spidered his fingers across the knee caps and threw a few hip squeezes in every now and again, keeping the other in stitches.

When Castiel’s pleas fell silent, he knew he’d had enough. Even though angels didn’t have to breathe, they could still have enough. By the tears of mirth running down his eyes, Dean knew Cas had had enough. After a few more good squeezes, he slowed his fingers to a light teasing, keeping the angel giggling.

“How was that for a celebration?” He asked, smiling brightly. Cas just curled into himself and continued giggling.

“Yohohou’re cruel..” he said after some time. Dean laughed and poked his side, causing the other’s entire body to jolt.

“Guys? What the hell was all that noise?” Sam asked as he entered the room. When he saw a giggling heap of angel and his brother slowly creeping towards him, he knew he was screwed.

“Heya, Sammy. Guess what day it is?” Dean said as he approached his backing up little brother.

“Thursday..?” Sam replied. Dean just smirked.

“National Tickle Day.” He said. Sam’s eyes grew in fear, but it was too late. Dean pounced on him, knocking him to the floor, and soon there was another pleading mess in the bunker.

grumpykittygoatmomtrash  asked:

What's your headcannon on hugo's and sucre's personality?

Hmm

Most often, I imagine Hugo is like, WAY older than he looks since he’s been in the Room for who-knows-how-long; so he’s gathered up a surprising amount of wisdom, but lacks some emotional maturity since he’s still physically a toddler.  An ambitious and creative little guy, too, very smart!  But he’s deeply fretful and lonely, and just wants his mom back.  I think he’d feel very confined, understimulated, and helpless, and eventually would have built up quite a bleak outlook as the world decayed around him.

I’m less sure about Sugar.  I often imagine her as someone who’s fairly carefree, or at least tries to be.  She’s got a pretty good sense of humor, is best buddies with Zacharie, and has known him for a long time (I love the idea of them being best friends).  I wonder about why she’s hiding in the cellar, though, and why she seems so insistent on ignoring what’s frightening and stressful.  That’s a side of her I’d like to see explored more often.

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I got a call from Ali Adler and Andrew Kreisberg, and they were saying, “Hey, we’d really love for you to come in and sit down so we can talk creative with you.” I was like, “Oh, okay, I didn’t realize we were going to do that, that’s great!” I was sitting in their office, and all of a sudden, they’re like, “So, we want to just tell you what we’re thinking, what we’re going to do, and wanted to get your take on it.” They had this funny little smile on their face, I’m like, “What’s going on?” They’re like, “Well, so this season, Alex is gay.” I was like, “Oh, what?” They just went into the whole story, explaining the why behind the what, and that it’s not like this thing that all of a sudden is just spilling out, it’s a discovery for her. That’s how we wanted to approach it. You have so many stories — shows and movies — where people are already established as gay, lesbian, bi[sexual]; these are people who are coming in like that. This was a great opportunity to show somebody who’s figuring it out, the light bulb moment and putting the puzzle pieces together.

When they were explaining it to me, I was like, “Wow, I wouldn’t have thought it,” because last season you just didn’t really see any of that side of Alex. When they originally said, “Hey, we’re thinking about a love interest,” but they didn’t say what the whole thing was, I was almost like, “Oh, I don’t know if we should do that yet,” because I don’t want it to become about Alex in a relationship, where we don’t get to see enough about her discovering more about who she is because so much of it was hidden last season. Then when they started to explain the whole idea, at first I was kind of taken back a little bit, not in a negative way, but just going, “Oh, okay.” Then the weight of it hit me, thinking, “Oooh, okay, we need to really, really do justice to this in a really beautiful way.” It was right around the time of the Orlando shooting, and I just all of a sudden was hit with this weight, because I knew that then I was going to be a face for the LGBT community, and I was like, “I gotta get this right. I don’t want to go out there and say one thing and then do something else. I just want to make sure that this is very respectful and tasteful and being done with sensitivity.

read more on EW.

Natasha’s Win Tonight:

Okay, so, quick little sassy comments aside, I just want to put my thoughts down because this is such a monumental win for her and to see so many of my queer tribe celebrating in my dash makes it feel like a win for us too.

We just watched an openly pansexual woman who plays mostly queer characters win a popularity contest over the two leads from Canada’s favourite show. I said this yesterday but Natasha’s creative work this last year has been so vibrant and diverse, and there is something so poetic about the little queer girl who got picked on and shoved into lockers for her homemade clothes winning the Fans Choice Award to a standing ovation in a dress her mother made for her.

All any bullied kid wants is validation that they are worthy and like many of us, Natasha has been open about her struggle with anxiety and depression and feelings of self-doubt. Tonight, we got to shoulder one of our own to that stage and she got her big moment of affirmation from the mainstream too and nothing can ever take it away from her.

I would bet you my last slice of pizza that when she goes home tonightshiny trophy under her armand checks her social medias it will be our reaction she cares about the most and I’m so happy that she’s going to get to see how ecstatic we all are for her.

Get it girl, you did such a good job!

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You need to be more self aware. I’m surprised you think you can choose your own image. From the audience’s perspective, you’re just a piglet and a kitten.

5

BEAST is a little gothic fairytale – the story of three generations of women dealing with the aftermath of divorce. When Alice’s mother, Grace, tells her that her father’s a “beast,” she begins to question who or what she really is. 

We’re going for something along the lines of Pan’s Labyrinth meets Terms of Endearment – a sprinkling of magical realism mixed with a family drama.

We shot the bulk of the short film last year and headed back for one day in January. We were lucky enough to be supported by Creative England’s Emerging Talent scheme, which got us through the bulk of the shoot but now find ourselves in post production with our credit cards maxed out, desperate to finish our little movie.

Support women filmmakers and donate to this film’s kickstarter before April 28th so we can all see it.

Things You Love (about Sherlock)

I would be happy if even a few people responded to this to contribute stuff they love about BBC Sherlock canon. Just stuff they enjoy without the need to think about it or justify it, etc. Happy things. Here, I’ll start.

  • John is so cute. Just looking at his face makes me happy. It’s fun to watch him get quietly angry, or pull rank, or look at Sherlock the way he does.
  • I also like to watch John sprain people.
  • Sherlock is also cute and makes amazing facial expressions, and sometimes he’s got at least a dozen chins. Particular bonus for Sherlock pouting and/or being drunk, and Sherlock making the oh-face.
  • Extra extra bonus for Sherlock’s really ridiculous jokes at John’s expense. Oh god. It’s kind of cute though.
  • Should I mention that time when Sherlock was fighting people and it was like slow-mo and his ass in those pants…. Actually, anytime Sherlock’s fighting people. Definitely worthwhile.
  • Everything is so pretty, shiny, with a great soundtrack, creative camera work, etc. Fun to watch even when you want to scream at the characters.
  • Mycroft being droll and smiling that little smile that says he’s humoring you but also imagining ruining your life in 1238 different ways. He’s like so catty. He’s the apotheosis of cattiness, to the point where Gatiss might have written a self-insert.
  • Sherlock’s little joke about how he imagines multiple ways to murder Mycroft, and actually anytime they’re together and are having that super-catty sibling Dynamic (although not *that* Dynamic… this is a different dynamic, okay).
  • Anytime Moriarty is on-screen, swishing and snarking his way to eternal glory, but specifically the immortal comment about shoes. And, I have to say, the lip-syncing.
  • Remember that time he swished his way to the crown jewels? Yeah. Foxy.
  • That time John held on to Sherlock’s sleeve, carefully, as they ran.
  • That time Sherlock looked at John across the cop cars, and said to himself: ‘oh my god’, because. Oh my God, right?
  • That time John called Sherlock an annoying dick, a cock, and a drama queen… but you know he meant I love you.
  • That time in Mrs Hudson’s kitchen. John’s face.
  • The times in the taxi. All the times.
  • That time Sherlock winked at John in that hugely exaggerated way, like, you *know* what I mean, Jooohhnnn.
  • That time Sherlock woke up and his first word was 'John’, and then when he was out of it and a pretty lady he’s supposed to have been into was trying to hit on him, but he started and said, 'where’s John?’
  • That time John was just kinda asking whether Sherlock was single, licking his lips like, 'good’. That’s what he said.
  • That time Sherlock blinked a lot and John was like, okay now this is getting kind of intense…. 😳

More, anyone?

Stargazing and controlling mothers JugheadXCooper!Reader Oneshot

Originally posted by dailyriverdale

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: Does Alice Coopers existence count? 

notes: Lmao sorry for the long wait but I got hella busy and also sick. what can you do :/ anyways enjoy my PG fluff.



You stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. You were supposed to be doing math homework, but the glow in the dark star stickers that you had superglued to your ceiling in 4th grade were much more interesting. So you stared at your makeshift night sky and thought about everything.

You thought about your sister Polly, and how much you missed her.
You thought about Jason Blossom’s death, and how you didn’t miss him.
And you thought about your boyfriend, Jughead Jones, and how you really missed him. Your disapproving mother didn’t exactly know you were dating him, and you hadn’t been able to sneak off to see him in the past couple weeks. Everyone else knew, and you wished you could share that part of your life with your mom, but there was no way in hell she’d be okay with you dating the son of a Southside Serpent.

“(y/n)? Are you still awake?” Your sister Betty’s voice came from the other side of your door.

You tore your eyes away from the ceiling and ruffled a hand through your hair, “Yeah Betts, I’m still up. Come on in.” Your door creaked open and Betty walked in. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room to stand next to you.
You sat up and nodded, “So, what’s up?” you asked.

Betty smiled sadly before taking a deep breath, “I’ve just been thinking about Polly lately. I mean, I know Mom won’t let us see her. And even if she did, Polly might not even be herself. But I really wish we could, I really miss her.”


You flopped back on your bed, letting out a long sigh. “Yeah I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel like Mom’s trying to erase Polly, She won’t talk about her, won’t let us see her, and I hate it. I hate the whole thing. I miss her. I miss the way things used to be.”
Betty laid down next to you, the both of you staring at the star covered ceiling. You sat in silence for awhile. But after a few minutes Betty broke it with a complete subject change. “So, how’s Jughead?”

You grinned, “Good as far as I know. With your recent cheer-bellion Mom’s been cracking down on me with little errands for the newspaper. Trying to keep me busy, I think, so I don’t get any ideas about following in the scandalous footsteps of my sisters.”

Betty laughed lightly, “cheer-bellion?”
“Yeah. You know, Cheering-rebellion.”
Betty just laughed again.

_______

The next morning you woke up before your alarm and rolled out of bed, your (e/c) eyes still bleary from sleep.  
You got ready for school quickly and threw your stuff in your bag. You climbed down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen. Betty was eating an apple and studying her history textbook at the kitchen table when you walked in.

“Are you studying at seven am?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a test today?”
“No.”
“You terrify me.”
You shuddered jokingly and went to steal a sip of Betty’s orange juice, but she slapped your hand away. “Get your own (y/n)." 

You huffed as you grabbed a muffin from the box on the counter. "Nah, gotta get to school. Meeting…people.” Just as you had bit into your muffin, your mom walked in, already dressed for the day and chatting on the phone.
“Bye mo

m, I’m heading to school.” You waved before turning to walk out of the room. But Your mother’s voice stopped you.

“Where are you going, Sweetie? School doesn’t start for another hour.”
“I’m going early to work in the library for a bit.” You lied easily. You were meeting Jughead early today because you hadn’t been able to see him (other than the short lunch period) for weeks.

You grabbed your bag, muffin in hand, and walked out the front door. You walked to the school with a dorky smile on your face. There was a definite lovestruck idiot vibe coming from you.
____

When you arrived at the school, Jughead was waiting for you at the front doors. There were very few people hanging around the building, most teenagers didn’t show up an hour early to school.

When he spotted you he smiled. “Hey–” Before he could get out a greeting, you gave him a chaste kiss. When you pulled back he had a faint blush on his face, bringing a grin to your face. “I know you have a no PDA rule, but there’s barely any people around so. I feel like it shouldn’t count.”
He smirked, “I’ll let it slide this time.”

“Hey, guess who doesnt have newspaper things to do tonight!” You switched the topic to your evening of freedom from your mother’s incessant errands.
“Is it some unattainable version of you?” Jughead asked jokingly, but you sensed a tiny hint of sadness behind the teasing tone.
“Sorry to disappoint, but it’s just regular me. Shocker, right?”
He grinned, “So does this mean I can actually see you tonight?”
You nodded while smiling broadly.

You and Jughead sat and chatted for about half an hour until the school was overrun with your classmates.
You stood up to head inside, “I’ll see you at lunch?” Jughead asked. You grinned and nodded in confirmation. Then you went inside and headed towards your locker.
____

Later that day you opened your front door, immediately heading for your room, But before you could get even to the stairs, your mom stopped you. And she did not look happy.

“(y/n), are you dating the Jones boy?”

You froze and internally cursed. “What?” you asked, blindsided by her question.
Your mother held up Betty’s Diary and fixed you with a stern glare. Dammit. You knew she had been reading that fucking thing.
“You are aren’t you? You know how I feel about him! (y/n), I don’t think you should see him anymore.“

"I am not going to stop seeing my boyfriend just because you can’t get past who his father is!” Your temper was flaring. You crossed your arms, giving her a defiant glare.
She rubbed her temples. “(y/n), I just want what’s best for you–”
You cut her off, “No, you want what’s best for you.” Your tone was cold and clipped. 

She could control everything else, you didn’t care. You would not let her control this. Alice Cooper was not going to stop you from seeing Jughead Jones.
You readjusted your bag on your shoulder and stormed back out the front door.
____

You showed up at the Twilight Drive, completely pissed and on the verge of tears. You knew Jughead was working that night and he was the only person you wanted to see right now.

You knocked on the door to the little projector building, tears threatening to spill from your (e/c) eyes. Jughead opened the door, looking somewhat annoyed. His face immediately softening when he saw it was you, and not some unhappy drive-in patron. You didn’t say anything and just wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder. Your breathing was shaky and unsteady from the overwhelming wave of emotions you were experiencing. Jughead put his arms around your waist slowly.
“(y/n)? What are you doing here?” Jughead asked you, his voice laced with concern. You mumbled something into his shoulder, nearly impossible for him to understand.

You untangled yourself from Jughead’s arms and looked up at him. “She said she didn’t want me to see you anymore.”
Jughead sighed. “We both knew that was coming.”
“Yeah, well…it’s not like I ever had any intention of listening. She can control whatever else she likes, but not this. Not us.” You closed your eyes and exhaled heavily. You didnt want to fight with your mom, didn’t want to wish she was someone else, but that’s just how it was. “Can I hang out here for a bit? I don’t really want to go home right now.”


Jugheads lips quirked up a bit at the corners and he nodded. You smiled and climbed up the chain link fence before twisting and pulling yourself onto the roof of the pink projector building. Jughead’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Even he had never thought of doing that.

He followed you up and sat next to you, the movie screen illuminating the whole lot. There were a few scattered cars around, but most people didn’t see movies on weekdays.
“So, where’d you learn to do that?” Jughead asked as you leaned back, staring at the stars overhead.
You grinned.

“When I was 9, I had no friends other than Betty and Polly. This was around the time Betty had a bit of a phase about her little sister hanging around. Although, I think that was ‘cuz she didnt want me tagging along with her and Archie. And Polly had her own friends. So I was alone most of the time. So I got bored a lot and used to sneak over the fence and onto the roof here so I could watch whatever was playing without being caught. Mom wouldn’t pay for me to come here whenever anything she deemed inappropriate was playing, which was pretty much everything. So I had to get creative.”

Jughead snorted, “I guess we were both pretty adept at getting in here without being caught.” There was a trace of bitterness in his words. He got that whenever he talked about anything even remotely relating to his family.
You put your hand on top of his in an attempt to comfort him.

Jughead shook his head slightly as the movie credits rolled in the distance. “I’m okay. I just need to go take the reel out of the projector.” He lowered himself of the roof as you watched the people in cars pack up and drive off.  You heard the chain link fence rattling as Jughead appeared back on the roof, laying down next to you.  You put your head on his chest and stared up at the night sky.
“Don’t you have to go home?” Jughead asked, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath you.

You closed your eyes and smiled, “Probably.” But you didn’t move. You didn’t want to go home, not yet anyways.
You couldn’t say how long you and Jughead stayed like that, just watching the stars in comfortable silence. And pretty soon you fell asleep, your hands intertwined and your head still on his chest.
___

The next morning you were woken up by someone calling your name. “(Y/N)!?” you sat bolt upright and glanced around, Betty was wandering around the drive in calling your name. You almost had a heart attack when you realized it was morning.
You stood up and waved your arms to get bettys attention. “Betty! hey!” Jughead stirred at the sound of your voice, While Betty headed towards the building.

“What’s happening?” Jughead asked groggily.
“I’m going to die. That’s what’s happening.” You ran a hand through your hair and laughed ruefully. Your mother may actually kill you.

You and Jughead climbed down the fence and Betty grabbed you in a bear hug. “No one knew where you were and no one could get ahold of you! We thought you were dead! There’s a murderer running around!” Betty scolded you angrily.
You checked your phone and the screen was black, signalling it was dead.
“Oops?” You offered sheepishly.

Jughead leaned against the building and watched Betty scold you.
“Oops?! Mom is ACTUALLY going to kill you this time!” Betty grabbed your hand and tried to drag you while texting with her other hand, letting everyone know you were okay. You tugged your hand out of her grasp and walked back to where Jughead was standing.

“If this is truly my end, I love you Jughead Jones the Third.” You grinned, an overly dramatic tone in your voice. You kissed his cheek and ran back to where Betty was standing. He was frozen with shock. That was the first time either of you had said I love you.

“What?” You asked innocently.
Betty laughed lightly, even though she was still beyond angry with you. Your mom’s car pulled up and Betty leaned over to you. “Any last words?”

You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so terrified.
Totally Worth it.”

WHAT AN ENTP WANTS TO SAY TO ALL OF THE TYPES.

RATIONALS (NT)

ENTJ-  You scare me. You are such and incredible leader, how do you do that?? But also I hate authority and feel a need to disagree with you at every turn because you’re so bossy. You’re not as cool as you think you are, but you’re almost as cool as you think you are and that’s pretty damn cool. Be my friend.

ENTP- Fuckin’ chill out you memelord. You’re either coasting through life or putting WAY to much effort into shit. You’re a bit of a narcissistic fuck but you’re still my favourite type (*coughs*). You’re too excitable and too much of a dick and you’re personality doesn’t make sense. Stop being mean to you’re friends. Learn to be more comfortable with emotions, it’ll be important later on in life. Be the friend that can cheer others up with jokes when they don’t really wanna talk about what’s wrong.

INTJ- You’re cool, you get shit done and you’re a bit of a supervillian. What’s not to love? You’re a rare bird. There aren’t many of you out there, but you are important. If you weren’t here, who else would the ENFP’s annoy? You’re a behind the scenes leader most of the time, pulling the strings from a safe (and smart distance) but you aren’t afraid to get you’re hands dirty. You’re good at shit.But don’t forget, you’re not superhuman. Remember other people have these pesky things called emotions, be wary of them STILL i want you to be proud of you’re inherent assholeness.

INTP-  Mad scientist. I’m constantly searching for your approval because of my unresolved daddy issues and it freaks me out. Yes, you are a daddy. Some of you have your heads shoved up a little too far in you’re own arse. Just because you’re introverted and intuitive and darn cold, does not make you better than others honey. Basically, you’re a condescending shit. But hey I still put you on this weird pedestal, so we’re both guilty. You’re the genius on tv shows that isn’t diagnosed but falls on the aspergers spectrum somewhere.

IDEALISTS (NF)

ENFJ-  Baby, I worship the ground you walk on. You are so cool, calm and controlled while still being awesome, enthusiastic and excitable. Don’t be my friend, date me. But stop trying to fix everything. Think about yourself a lil okay buddy, and use logic sometimes too. Actually scratch all that, you’re perfect, I love you.

ENFP-  You are a beautiful, annoying bastard. You’re too nice and I don’t feel comfortable making mean jokes at your expense (because you’d probably take it seriously and cry yourself to sleep), but you have effortless charm. Stop thinking about the individual and start thinking about the bigger picture, you’re not realistic. Be my friend, but not like close friend, y'know.

INFP-  Hello, the human equivalent of tumblr. Fuck. People either love you or hate you. I don’t know where I fall on that scale tbh. Sometimes you’re just a little too much honey, I’m not sensitive enough for you. Other times you are too precious for this world and I just wanna wrap you up in a blanket and protect you. I am strangely attracted to you despite how awkward you probably think you are. You have a lot of knowledge in that head of yours. Be that person I have a weird co-dependant relationship with, that really isn’t healthy but I can’t exactly live without you and I’m not sure why.

INFJ- Ah INFJ, I haven’t met many of you but BOY, are the ones I know pretentious. You’re one of the least common MBTI type, and you probably know and take pride in this. You’re good at reading people, I know, but you can just talk to me instead of analyse from a distance bud. You’re ultimately very cool and creative, a little bit of a know it all but it’s justified. You’re a sweet bundle of joy and I love you. Be my best friend. You’re good at being a friend. Really good.

GAURDIANS (SP)

ESFP-  I like you a lot kid, you remind me of a younger me. We shouldn’t get along but I love/envy you. You’re caring and you have a great childlike spirit. Make some art and ramble to me some more. I seriously appreciate you so much. You bring me back down to  the ‘now’ with you’re crazy impulsive attitude and caring demeanour. Just learn to listen to me a lil more when I tell you you’re thinking with you’re heart instead of you’re brain again. You do it a lot, buddy. Be my lover.

ESTP-  You’re cool man. You’re Ferris Bueler. You’re a salesman that’s constantly selling me on your personality. Look we get it, you’re good with one liners and you’re athletic and everyone loves you, but also hey, think about others you little sociopathic flirt. Also, sometimes people really DO know more than you, I know! Crazy. Be my Idol.

ISFP-  You probably reaallly like music. Chill out buddy, I don’t know much about you but you seem stressed and too fierce for ur adorable demeanour. I know you are your own individual beautiful creative person, you don’t need to tell me. People DO care about you, i know sometimes you doubt that, but you got this life in the bad. You’ll probably never grow out of your angsty teen years tbh but it’s okay, find yourself an ISFJ and you’ll be okay.

ISTP-  So you’re just as cool but less attainable, loner ESTP. You’re in control of your own everything but also out of control and mildly self destructive? Be the mysterious kid I rarely talk to, but everytime I do I fall in love with you a little bit.

ARTISANS (SJ)

ESFJ-  Hey there soldier. In the best case scenario, you’re cutie Monica Geller, that’s a lil anal and mildly manipulative but really! very! sweet!. In the worst case scenario you are literally my worst nightmare. Your the squad’s glue tho. Sometimes you offer a cool third perspective, but you over simplify things and don’t try to understand my crazy theories and that’s annoying. Learn to get over yourself a lil, stop playing the victim buddy and compromise. Be my friend in a few years when you learn to self reflect better.

ESTJ-  You’re a manipulative bitch. You’re so judgemental, you’re Rachel McAdams in Mean Girls. You’re pretty cool. Even more of a rampant psycho than ENTJ. I don’t like you all that much (and something tells me you don’t really care) but I respect you a LOT. Stay a safe distance away from me and please don’t judge me. You’re too savage.

ISFJ-  Hey my emo saviour. You understand everybody and nobody truly understands you. You’re the reliable Colin Firth that the world of Bridget Jones’s run to after their crazy escapades with Hugh Grant. Just remember to have standards baby, and don’t accept everyone that runs into you’re arms. You’re worth more than what most people are willing to give. Be my favourite sweet emotional little kid brother (even if you are female.)

ISTJ-  You say 'interesting’ a lot. If life were a tv show, you’d be a sassy little hate muffin that tumblr idolised that everyone would remark didnt get enough screen time. You’re all business and sometimes you should let down that gaurd fam :) Think about people a little bit more bud. I respect you. I’ll be your friend! But it will probably take three years to build up our relationship and it will probably be accidental, but im here for u anyway.

Not That Bad

Originally posted by newtmqs

(A/N): Hello y'all, this is my first imagine and imma just warn you now, this real shitty, so I’m eternally sorry in advance haha. Other than that, enjoy!

Word count: 1,170

Summary: You’re one of Josie’s Pussycats and instead of attending at Cheryl’s party after performing at the dance, you head to Pop’s where you formally meet Jughead Jones for the first time.

Josie McCoy was one of your absolute best friends. When you first moved to Riverdale back in the third grade you became friends almost instantaneously. Her, Valerie and Melody had been singing No Scrubs by TLC when you first met. You were out on the playground looking for someone to play with when you heard them singing.  When you decided to take a little leap of faith and start singing with them - at least for an eight year old it was a leap of faith - you became inseparable.

    So inseparable that Josie wanted you to join her band, and after a long long few years of trying to convince you to join anytime the possibility of a band was brought up, you finally joined. When you did, you had a faint realization that now, you had an actual status and reputation to keep. Being one of the Pussycats™ automatically meant you were one of Riverdale High’s golden girls. I mean, your lead was the mayor’s daughter and one her closest friends was Cheryl Blossom, that meant there were a certain set of unspoken rules you had to follow. But did you follow those rules? Of course not.

    Which brings us to the night of the dance Cheryl was holding in honor of Jason. Of course you and the girls performed and hung out a little, but after the dance when Josie, Valerie and Melody decided to go to Cheryl’s party, you told them you were going to head home. On the way you stopped at Pop’s to get some food.

    You walked in and made your way to the counter, ordering a cheeseburger, onion rings, fries, and a vanilla milkshake. You looked around for an empty booth, which wasn’t hard, it was 10:15 no one was here. No one save for a boy with dark hair typing away at a laptop in front of him. You recognized him from your AP Creative Writing class, the Jones kid. You were 97% curious as to what he was writing about so you decided to make your way over to him.

    The clicking of your heels started as you walked away from the counter and stopped when you got to the boy’s table. You stood there for a second, contemplating what to say, and as you were about to open your mouth, you found that the Jones kid beat you to it.

    “Can I help you?” he said flatly. You froze, a little surprised he had spoken to you.

    After a moment’s hesitation you said “What are you writing about?”. You stood there for a few seconds before the boy answered.

    “This town,” he said. He could tell you were a little confused when he looked up at your face. “More specifically, the whole thing with Jason Blossom.”

    “Oh,” you stood for a few more seconds. “Mind if I sit?”

    “Sure,” he said shrugging. Things were quiet after you sat down. Like, painfully-awkward-silence type quiet. The boy across from you continued to type as if you weren’t there until your food came. He looked down at everything you ordered. You gonna eat all of that?” he asked you, an eyebrow quirked up.

    “Most definitely.” you stated. The corners of his mouth turned up a little as you took a big bite of your burger before he went back to typing. “Jughead, right?” you asked. He nodded. “(y/n)” you introduced yourself with a mouth full of burger.

    “I know,” he said, not looking up from his laptop. “We’re in the same-”

    “Creative Writing class, I know.”

    “Yeah, and you’re the newest addition to Josie the Pussycats.” he stated. “Which makes me curious as to why you’re talking to me. Not to be rude or anything, but don’t you have a reputation to uphold?”

    That caught you off guard. You didn’t know what to say for a second. “There are a,” you paused. “Certain set of rules I should be following, but the rules were never formally spoken out loud so to answer your question, no, I don’t have a reputation to uphold.” Jughead just shook his head, the ghost of smirk on his face. “So, tell me more about the ‘whole thing with Jason Blossom’ you’re writing about.” you said.

    He raised a dark eyebrow at you before asking you “What do you think happened to Jason Blossom that morning of July 4th?”

    “Well, Cheryl said he drowned right?” you asked him, popping a fry covered in vanilla milkshake into your mouth. “Guess he drowned.” you stated simply.

    “Common, he was the captain of the water polo team, he can’t just drown.”

    “True, but” you say pointing a fry at him. “He could’ve gotten caught in something under the water, or hit his head or something, you never know.”

    “I guess you’re right,” he said. “But i still think it’s foul play, just my opinion. Things like this just don’t happen here.”

    The rest of the night was spent talking about what really happened to Jason Blossom and debating whether or not you could get diabetes if you ordered more food. That is until Archie walked in. You immediately recognized him from last year when Josie’s mom ran for mayor, he had helped you guys campaign.

    Archie saw the two of you and he walked over, sat down, and had a small conversation with Jughead, he bid the both of you good night and threw a small smile your way. Once he left you looked at Jughead with a questioning look to which he shook his head as if to say “don’t ask”.  

    After an awkward silence you could no longer stand, you broke the silence with “Yeah, no, I don’t care if this food gives me diabetes and clogged arteries, I’m ordering some more to go.” you stated as you got up and went to the counter, ordering the same thing you had ordered when you came in. After you ordered you made your way back to the booth and sat down again.

    “So,” you said awkwardly.

    “So,” the strange boy across from you said.

    “Thank for letting me sit with you and stuff.”

    A small barely noticeable smile appeared on Jughead’s face. “Well thanks for being good company.” he paused. “And stuff.”

    “I was good company?” you asked, slightly proud of yourself.

    Jughead shrugged. “Not too bad for your first try.”

    You smiled at him. “Well maybe we could do this again, it was…” you took a second to search for the right word. “Interesting.”

    “A second try wouldn’t be too bad.” he said looking up at you. “Why not?” he said.

    You smiled at him one more time before your take out bag was dropped off. You thanked the waitress and got up from your seat and headed for the exit. “Night Jones.” you said as you left.

    “Night.” he whispered with a small smile as watched your now retreating form walk down the street. The only thought on his mind being maybe not all people are that bad.

Happy B-Day, Ink!

@comyet if you’re reading this…thank you very much for creating this awesome character. Some time ago I had total creative-blog, couldn’t bring myself to even put a pen to the paper. But looking at this character always inspired me, and it still does. The concept of your OC is still so amazing and I simply told me back in the days “c’mon, at least a sketch of the personification of creativity” and I don’t know, it worked! So many of my school papers got that little man on them :’) My mom even asked who that baldhead on all my sheets was xD.

So yeah, here you go! A quick sketch for your amazing OC :D <3 ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY INK

So a few weeks ago I submitted a fiction piece to a creative writing competition

I didn’t even think I’d place. 

But look what I got in my inbox this morning

Originally posted by margots-robbie

60 dollars isn’t a lot, but that’s not really what mattered here to me! This is really big. My name will get a little recognition and allow for me to begin a really solid portfolio. 

First place!

First. Fucking. Place! I didn’t even think I’d get third! But look at that! Look at me! Right up there at first place! 

I’m freaking out

Hooray! 

RFA+V+Saeran Proposes to MC

A/N: This wasn’t requested but the ideas have been in my mind for a while so hey why not

Yoosung:

  • The lil bean was a nervous wreck omg
  • He’s going to ask you to be married to him for the rest of your lives that’s a lot of pressure
  • “Zen, I need help I’ve never proposed before”
  • Of course you haven’t, idiot”
  • He’s trying so hard to come up with a really cute way to propose
  • But all the ideas he comes up with aren’t good enough
  • He asks literally everyone in the RFA and almost spills to you in the process oops
  • Jaehee knocks some sense into him saying that no matter how he does it, you would say yes
  • Yoosung gains a lot more confidence after that and immediately knows what to do
  • He decides to go for the traditional proposal at dinner instead of going all out
  • You go out to a really nice restaurant for dinner and you can tell something’s off with him
  • HE ENDS UP CHICKENING OUT AT THE RESTAURANT LOL
  • When you’re both chilling in his house, you ask him what’s wrong
  • Immediately starts stuttering like crazy
  • Eventually, he takes a deep breath and just goes for it
  • “MC… Ever since you came into my life, you’ve been nothing but kind and understanding towards me even if we were strangers. I found myself falling for you fast and I knew I wanted to protect you and make you happy. I still feel that way. These past couple years have been nothing short of wonderful and I hope you think so, too. And I hope that we could have a lot more years like them in the future. So…”
  • At this point you’re both tearing up but he gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring with a shaky hand
  • “Will you marry me, MC?

Zen:

  • You know how he is
  • Obviously he’s going to want to make the most romantic proposal in the entire world
  • He’s got this super extravagant plan in his mind and it’s going to be perfect
  • Until it isn’t lol
  • He took you out to a romantic picnic at your favorite park
  • We’re talking candles-everywhere-as-the-sun-sets-while-feeding-each-other-chocolate-covered-strawberries kind of romantic
  • He cooked the food himself
  • Since you love to hear him sing, he serenades your favorite song to you
  • Everything is going just fine until the nerves start kicking in
  • The plan was to propose after the song but you’re giving him this really sweet and loving look and he loses all composure
  • He starts blushing and his breathing is uneven and his palms are sweaty
  • knees weak arms are heavy
  • You realize he’s struggling to say something you encourage him while waiting patiently
  • He takes your hands in his to calm himself down a little
  • “I want you to know how much I love you. I absolutely love everything about you. Like the way your nose crinkles when you laugh or how you nag me to take a break if I work too hard and how you sing to yourself whenever you cook or how you snore a little bit when you sleep haha… I love how supportive you are. No matter how tough the situation is, you’ve always defended me and stayed by my side. But most importantly, I would love it if you would continue to stay by my side.”
  • You watch as he gets down on one knee, a shy smile on his face as he pulls out the ring
  • “How about it, MC? Will you marry me and stay by my side for the rest of our lives?”

Jaehee:

  • Cool and calculated on the outside, a Hot Mess™ on the inside
  • She does a really good job at keeping the proposal a secret from you but as they day looms closer, she becomes a nervous wreck
  • She starts messing up customer’s orders, drops a plate or two, ya know
  • You’re worried about her but when you ask about it, she quickly brushes it off
  • This isn’t normally like her so you know it’s something bad
  • At the end of the work day, you suggest that she relax a little bit before you two start closing
  • She agrees but goes to the back of the kitchen to get some food for you two
  • When she brings out a slice of cake for you to share, you ask her what’s wrong
  • She fidgets with her sleeve as her eyes fixate on the cake that you’re in the middle of eating, avoiding to look you in the eyes
  • “There’s nothing wrong, I promise. It’s just… I really love you, MC. More than you know. You’ve helped realize that I need to follow my own dreams and take more risks instead of taking it safe.” She looks around the shop. “I mean, you helped me open up my own coffee shop! But one thing you helped me most on is love. Because of you, I took a chance and fell in love. With you. You not only helped me achieve my dream of owning my own cafe but also my dream of finding someone who could love me.”
  • You watch as she looks back down at the cake you’ve forgotten about
  • As you look down, you can see a shining diamond hidden in the pastry
  • “Can you help me achieve one more dream and marry me?”

Jumin:

  • pretend the good ending of his route doesn’t exist lol
  • This man wanted the best and only the best for you
  • But he knew you preferred the simpler things in life
  • so he decided to cancel the raining rose petals and doves lol
  • Instead, he decided to take you out to your favorite restaurant for dinner
  • But obviously he made sure you had the entire restaurant to yourselves
  • He’s a little nervous but not so much because come on
  • He wouldn’t propose unless he knew for a fact that you would say yes
  • So dinner goes by without a problem and you two are just enjoying the quiet company of each other
  • But when the waiters bring out dessert, he gets a little fidgety
  • When you ask him if he’s okay, he takes a deep breath and starts the speech he prepared ahead of time
  • “I want you to know how grateful I am that you are in my life. You are so patient and understanding with me. I was so… isolated before I met you. But you’ve taught me to accept my own emotions and learn to love. I love you, MC, with all my heart.”
  • Jumin moves to stand up and kneel down next to you, pulling out a velvet box and revealing the ring inside
  • “All I want to do is to make you happy. You deserve the best life possible and I’ll do anything to ensure that. But will you give me the best life by becoming my wife?”

Seven:

  • this is gonna be chandler and monica style from friends get ready
  • It’s been a while since the whole Mint Eye thing and Seven had been thinking of proposing to you
  • But he’s Seven so he’s really scared that you won’t say yes since he believes he still isn’t good enough for you
  • You knew that he wanted to marry you and why he was so hesitant so you decided to break tradition
  • When Seven came home from running errands, he found you in the living room surrounded by candles and looking really nervous
  • He sat down next to you on the couch and noticed you were tearing up
  • Seven goes into PANIC MODE
  • He starts to ask questions and see if you’re hurt or if he did something or what but you shut him up
  • “I want you to know how much I love you. I know you’re afraid of this whole “love and relationship” thing but I want you to know that I love you more than anything else. To prove to you that I will never leave you…”
  • You start pulling out the ring you bought for him but at this point you’re full on sobbing and shaking you can’t speak 
  • This boi is tearing up but he gets the idea and helps you out a bit
  • hE PULLS OUT THE RING HE LITERALLY JUST BOUGHT NOT EVEN HALF AN HOUR AGO
  • “I knew I wanted to marry you since you stuck by my side even after going to the Mint Eye. You’ve made me become a better man in more ways than I can count. I’m sorry it took me so long and made you wait, but I love you, too.”
  • He looks you in the eyes as you both take a deep breath before saying at the same time:
  • “Will you marry me?”

V:

  • V wanted to be creative with his proposal but nothing too extravagant
  • So he decided to make it a little sentimental instead by using his photography skills in the process
  • You were out with some friends so he asked Jumin for some help with the set up to which he gladly agreed
  • When you got home, you found a photo taped to the front of the door of you and all the other RFA members
  • Below it was a note saying “The first party and first time we met.”
  • You smiled as you took the photo down and saw more taped along the hallway
  • Each had notes underneath life “Our first date.” or “Taken after we said our first ‘I love you’s’” or “First time I ever saw you.” or “The day you moved in.” 
  • The photos led to the backyard and when you went outside, you saw V standing in the middle with a big smile on his face and you walk over to him
  • Before you can ask him what all the fuss was about, he kneels and begins speaking
  • “You are truly a blessing in life. In my life. You are so patient and kind and understanding and generous without asking for anything in return. I wanted to show you how much I love you and somehow give back for all the kindness you’ve given me. All the photos you have are from moments I hold close to my heart. I hope that we have more photos to take in the future.”
  • You watch him pull out the ring as you hear a snap and see Seven off to the side with a camera
  • “MC, will you marry me and make more memories with me?”

Saeran:

  • You had been together for years and it was a slow and steady relationship 
  • Sure you wanted to marry him but you didn’t mind waiting and giving him time considering everything that he’s been through
  • He wants you to be by his side since you’re the only one that really understands him
  • You’re both cuddling on the couch and watching a movie like any other day
  • It was your turn to pick the movie so you choose this romance movie Jaehee recommended
  • it’s not a zen movie *gasp*
  • At some point, the two main characters get married and you don’t think much of it
  • Saeran, however, has got that scene stuck in his mind
  • Once the movie ends, he asks you if you liked it
  • When you say yes, he just nods quietly and bites his lip
  • You know that’s a nervous tick of his but you don’t want to press him if he doesn’t want to share
  • You’re about to get up to get food when you hear him mutter something
  • It was so quiet so you ask him to repeat it
  • “Let’s get married.”
  • He’s looking at you straight in the eye and you know that he’s completely serious about this
  • You can’t help the grin on your face as you give him a kiss
  • “Okay. Let’s get married.”

I took a moment to give these two dorks faces, hope that’s alright~

Dave I realized is kind of a male Papaya so… mostly just genderbent her~
The other guy I’m naming Bob, because why not.

“White Hair?”

Yeah, cuz the Yiga are Shiekah. I’m assuming their outfit’s little ponytails are just for show. I’d guess they had an excessive amount of feather dusters lying around and just got creative~

to those who claim they don’t need feminism:

take a step back.
maybe a few steps back, for some of you.

take a step back out of your world and look at our world, the world you’re still a part of whether you’d like to be or not.

take a step back and listen to the bones crunching beneath your feet.
the spines snapping under your toes. 
the hair tangled in between your neatly trimmed fingernails.

look at our bodies.
our bodies, that we have bent and broken into a staircase for you to walk up.
our bodies, that we have have torn and ripped to pieces so you could use our limbs as a handrail.
our bodies, that have been branded with slurs and jeers that you won’t have to endure because of it.

this platform that you stand upon, this platform you think makes you above the rest of us women who are still fighting, who are still unsatisfied– 
we built this for you. 

you stand atop the skeletons of susan b. anthony, sojourner truth, eleanor roosevelt, betty frieden, maya angelou, coretta scott king. 

tell me, would you tell these women that you don’t need them? 
that you don’t need their accomplishments? the rights they fought their entire lives for? the rights they cried, yelled, protested, and died for?

tell me, could you have done what they did? 

without them, you would not be able to stand so tall.
without them, you would not be able to declare your strength and independence. 
without feminism, you wouldn’t be able to say that you don’t need just that.

feminism.

we are not asking for you to lay down with us, to take the blows as we do. 

keep your primped hair and your manicured nails, and keep your distance. some people will never be cut out to fight.

and that’s okay. we have enough fight for all of us.

we just ask that perhaps, instead of shunning us and ignoring history,
you open your eyes,
and maybe offer a bit of thanks.

— 

a piece dedicated to those who say they don’t need feminism -c.h. // instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)

i wrote this piece in response to a comment i got under a poem of mine about slutshaming. a summary of it was that she didn’t need feminism, and that she was strong and independent enough on her own. little did she realize, that the very reason she can be so strong and independent and denounce feminism is because, well, feminism. 

keep in mind that “primped hair” and other similar lines are symbolic of a very clean, distanced female, not of any woman of a certain race or anything. 

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Wanted to let you know I adore your work and that you've actually made me love Humanformers, which I hadn't even liked before stumbling upon your gorgeous blog. Also, I have a question: would you mind if I used one of your drawings as my phone's wallpaper? Pretty please! Also, I'd love it if you could draw Racer Dads taking care of a hurt Raf or KOBB after a falling out making up? Dunno why so dark and I guess you may not like the idea, so it's cool if you don't wanna. Love you!

Wow thank you that’s really awesome. I’m touched to hear i’ve had that type of an impact,thank you! 
And yes of course you can use, i’ve got nothing against that. Just really amazing to hear you like some pic that much,thanks.
And sure i can do that but i’ll add a personal little lighter tone if that’s ok

Never Have I Ever (Victuuri)

A/N: Yuri on Ice!!! (Victuuri) -  1. “I want to hate you. I should hate you.” - Oops I kind of got too creative with this one, and it’s so looong and fluffy and teaaasy. Big special thanks to @ticklygiggles for helping but that’s nothing new on this blog! Lots of love! ♡  

Summary: Yuuri and Victor are out drinking with friends, and eventually get dragged into a game of Never Have I Ever with Phichit (and Chris). During the game Yuuri is caught off guard and oops, did he just admit openly he likes to be tickled? 

I used to play this with my friends and I would like to say it wasn’t always sex-related but too bad we were naughty little shits.

Word Count: 3065


Kampaaai!” Victor chirped the Japanese word in his funny accent, and he took a few sips before sighing in relief.

“That is nice. I needed that,” he said, sounding very refreshed and relieved. Yuuri chuckled at his tipsy older boyfriend and shook his head.

“It’s already your 5th, Vitya. Are you sure you needed that?” Victor was close to passing the line from overly tipsy to drunk, while he was taking it easy with just his cheeks getting a rosy color.

“Yes, Yuuri! I needed that!” Victor poked him and Yuuri giggled playfully, but then looked at the skaters who sat across from them, snickering at their behavior.

Vitya hm?” Phichit said, sharp as always, and Yuuri blushed. He had to judge the younger male as probably the only one who was still sober. Next to him sat Chris - what was he even doing here - and he was probably the most drunk of all, well, all who remained. 

The others had gone home already, leaving Yuuri alone with his tipsy self, drunk Victor, super drunk Chris and sober Phichit.

“I know, I know! Let’s play a game of never have I ever!” Phichit suggested, and Yuuri blushed. Not that

“Hehe it’s alright, Phichit-kun. These guys are too drunk to play,” he tried, but it was already too late. Victor raised his glass and blurted out:

“Nonono I can play! Never have I ever wanted Yuuri to call me Victor-kun!” He downed the glass by himself, and Yuuri watched him with a blush.

“T-that’s not how it works, V-Victor..kun?” Hearing this, Victor made a squeaky hiccup sound, and Yuuri blushed when he got pulled into a tight alcohol smelling- hug. 

“I love you Yuuuri-kuuun!” he whined. Chris was up next, with his eyes closed, a goofy smile on his face and a burp to introduce his line:

“Never have I ever jacked off on the ice ri-” Phichit slapped him playfully, causing him to spill his beer.

“Yep Chris, that’s yours only, drink. Let’s play this without Chris,” the Thai figure skater suggested happily, and Yuuri giggled. They played a couple of rounds, doing their very best to ignore Chris’ drunk and horny remarks in between, but they had fun and laughed a lot.

At one point Victor even yelled: “What have you done Phichittit?” because no matter what silly things they tried, they only got him to drink rarely, and they all laughed because of drunk Victor’s inability to pronounce his name right.

Eventually both Phichit and Victor ended up teasing Yuuri by saying things only he had done in his life, just to let him drink more. Even saying things such as:

“Never have I ever been coached by Victor Nikiforov. Never have I ever had a family that owns an onsen! Never have I ever been born a Japanese!” So unfaaair. Yuuri felt his cheeks burn a little as he took another sip. He shouldn’t drink too much, at least one of them should be healthy to get both of them back to their hotel room safely.

“Never have I ever enjoyed being tickled!” Ah, that was him too, and Yuuri drank again. He drank… He draaank! He choked on his beer and coughed, turning to watch Phichit’s mischievous smirk and Victor’s amazed sparkly eyes.

“P-Phichit-kun!” Yuuri cried out. He was so offended. He had been very wrong and stupid to trust his good old friend to keep that stupid little fact a secret. That was some veeery confidential information and oh nooo Victor wasn’t supposed to know?!

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I Mean What I Say.

Dean Ambrose/OC/AJ. Styles- Dean said don’t lose the match for us, yet here we are with a loss.

Warnings: a slight daddy kink, little bit of choking, PRAISE KINK BLESS


Also shoutout to the people who wanted to tagged in my future writings @the-geekgoddes @vebner37 @llowkeys

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Well I think I speak for all of us when I say that 2016 was probably one of the, uh, more… volatile years to date. A lot of shit went down these past months, globally and locally and what-not, and I gotta say if it wasn’t for Critical Role this year would have been utterly unbearable.

I got into Critical Role a little over a half a year ago? I think? But uh I can safely say it’s pretty much taken over my whole life at this point haha;; I remember being overwhelmed at just how much content there was to get through, but the way the fandom received me was just so welcoming and friendly and I’m so glad I decided to jump on this bandwagon! I’m thankful and blessed to be a part of such a widely diverse bunch of creative and amazing people who get together on a weekly basis to basically get emotional over some nerdy voice actors who roll dice and play D&D. (I started playing because of CR too! :D)

Anyways, the first thing I ever drew for CR was this fanart way back in July, and I thought it fitting that I send off 2016 in the CR fandom the way I first entered it, with Vax and Gilmore. Have a wonderful new year everyone!

And… is it Thursday yet? ;)

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Kick-Ass Chicks: Luki O’Keefe

There’s something about Luki’s photos that standout amongst the thousands of other surf photographers, and for us it’s the way she captures tranquil moments in the ocean with a modernized retro vibe that gives us all the nostalgic feels. We’ve spent hours scrolling through her Instagram feed getting lost in the serene colors and gorgeous light she snaps, and just had to learn more about her. We’re chatting with Luki about how she inherited her love for the ocean, and what her dream shoot would be (hint hint, this one includes time travel!).

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