so i guess i am grateful

anonymous asked:

Ugh can you stop whining already? The resposters you're demonizing are HELPING YOU by giving you EXPOSURE so you can be popular like all the other popular artists like there (edendaphne, taylordraws, qookyquice, sakura-rose12, ferisea, ceeljes, etcetara). Posts on instagram with their art helped them become popular and the "evil" reposters are only trying to help you to. Just let them repost soon you'll get 1000 followers. So stop being whiny and just let them help your unpopular ungrateful ass!

Hello, anon! Normally, I would ignore rude anons and immediately delete them, but I feel this type of ask is relevant to raising awareness of the problem we have with reposters, art thieves, and the like. So here we go!

It’s true, I may not be as popular as any of the tumblrs you have mentioned (btw, you misspelled a few :c), but that doesn’t mean I’m not entitled to the rights of, I emphasize, MY OWN WORK. Also, I’m not sure where I was whining anywhere, can you give a source? And what am I supposed to be grateful for exactly? ┐(‘~`;)┌

But yeah, even if I had only 3 followers and half a sandwich, a thing I made and posted is still something I explicitly own. It came from me. All I did was share it via tumblr. If I didn’t share it, guess what? I still made it. The only difference when I shared it was so people can see it too. But I still made it. The reposter didn’t, the art thief didn’t—it was me. Henceforth, it is mine to control how it’s shared and used. You are not entitled to up and use my work without permission, no matter how you justify it.

That goes for all the ‘unpopular’ artists out there too. You created a thing out of nothing. It is yours and no one else’s. If anyone tries to put you down to get you to allow them to repost your stuff or give them ‘free commissions’ for so-called “EXPOSURE”, politely decline them (or flip them off, it really depends on you 👀).

You have something they don’t—your skill. Don’t let them take that from you because they made you feel bad that they make 1000+ notes/likes per (re)post they “made” compared to your sketch getting 9 notes and a supporting comment from grandma. At least you have a skill to make a thing, a skill you can only get better at over time, as opposed to a reposter’s skill of Googling and right-click Save/pressing Print Screen. Because any old schmuck can do that. I can do that. My grandpa can do that. My 4-year old nephew can do that.

We all start from nothing, so have pride in what you can do by yourself! Don’t give up and work hard and I guarantee you, people will definitely notice your effort, be it sooner or later. c: (I was gonna cite Van Gogh as an example of ‘later’ but uhh he got popular after he died so that might be a bad example i’ll shut up about that now im sorry)

But I digress! Back to anon. Your claim is because I’m not a popular artist, I can get recognition via reposters, so I should be grateful. To be frank, I think that claim is all sorts of dumb. It doesn’t explain why reposters then STILL repost work by artists who are clearly more popular than their repost account/s. They certainly don’t need any exposure. The math just doesn’t add up, anon. :c

I do apologize if trying to put me down like this didn’t work out. I am confident in my own (albeit not-that-good-yet) ability and I truly believe that if I do work hard enough, I can make it out there. And even if I never do, at the very least I didn’t enable attitudes such as yours to permeate and be justified. I’ve made friends who appreciate what I do, and at the end of the day, it’s more than enough for me. Even if I don’t make it big, I know they’ll be right here supporting me anyway. My question is, who do you have, anon?

I hope sending out this ask helped you dislike yourself a little less. c: Sorry for the long post!

If anyone needs more information about the reposting/art theft problem and the protest, check out @miraculousblackout! They have all sorts of posts and links to help educate you! If anything else is still unclear, just send an ask. We are here to guide you. Just remember, be respectful! Have a good day! ヾ(☆'∀'☆)


Tom was gorgeous and eloquent and wearing purple socks and best of all, he was RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME.

Other things:

He had a little tuft of hair sticking up, which makes me just itch to be able to smooth it.

The amounts of face-touching, jaw-stroking and hands - just hands - was egregious.

There was a lovely young gentleman beside us who was filming it for Radio Times, so I’m guessing we’ll get a video at some point?

No new news about S2. :(

Alistair Petrie made Tom laugh a lot, for which I am supremely grateful to him.

On Tom Hollander’s improvised molestation of him: “He didn’t even ask permission. I’m scarred for life.”

How good is this suit?! 

Purple socks.

**please forgive the absolute shit quality of these iphone photos, I didn’t bring my real camera and these are for posterity only!

Help if you can

Hey guys I’m Danny. I’m a 16 year old trans guy from the Netherlands who’s kind of stuck. Let me give you a bit of background about who I am and what my story is.

So I am living in a abusive household and I have been for all my life. The punishments I’ve had to endure have made me so shamed about what my body looks like and that I have way too many flaws to counts is mainly because of my household. Punishments like standing in the neighboorhood naked/ with little clothing on. Forced to stand on one leg for multiple hours… It was bad. It’s getting better as in there’s no more physical abuse. I still get misgendered constantly and that won’t change. I have come out to my mother but she is extremely transphobic.  She constantly misgenders me and says that feminism doesn’t exist. It’s a pretty bad mindset that she has. It’s with that reason I turn to the internet to help me out. I truly need trans essentials for my dysphoria.

I honestly don’t want to do this because I try to work extremely hard at my part time job to buy things for myself. But my mom checks my bank account, my history and she wants to know where I am most of the time. It’s not easy to slip something by her but I have made it a profession to hide things from her. It’s quite sad but I have to do what I can to at least have a bit of happiness.

At the moment I have gotten a binder from a friend on tumblr and I am using that. I am truly grateful for it and I will continue to be grateful for it. It will be shipped to a friends house so it’s safe for me to get it and hide it. I am looking into packers to sooth my bottom dyshporia. It’s hard knowing there’s nothing there to pack or whatever. I have tried socks but they just made it worse which is something I can’t have right now. I’m trying to find a way to buy some boxers but I haven’t figured that out as of yet. (Any ideas are welcome) So I guess that’s my story.. If you have any ideas on how to get trans essentials or have something left you don’t use I would really appreciate it if you could contact me. Thank you so much for reading.


An Extensive Eruri Fic Rec

Because this is goodbye. 

Due to some personal reasons, this blog will be going on semi-permanent hiatus. But I’ve loved, still love, Eruri, and this fandom, for so long, and so much, that I needed some closure. And the best way I’ve thought to do that is just to compile the Eruri Fics that I am eternally grateful for having read, and which have all given me so much, and sharing the list with you all. Most of these are classics, I just needed to take the time to thank the authors. Please enjoy, and thank you a thousand times, to all the godly writers this fandom has been blessed with. 

Slow Build/Burn | Good Angst

Dresden by @hedera-helixwriteseruri  

First Eruri fic I ever read, it is the reason I read hundreds more. WWII AU, featuring the perfect blend of amazing plot, realistic characters, and relationships that stay with the reader weeks after finishing. The characterizations in this are unforgettable, and you can never let go. I know I never will.

Listing by @35grams 

Canonverse. Could compete with any literature classic throughout the ages. Hands down one of the best things ever written. Kudos to you if you can finish this without crying. Being numb from grief so the tears won’t flow is cheating and doesn’t count. So poetic. Truly unforgettable. 

Irascible by @bigasstreeslevi

Southern Gothic Modern AU. Engaging, suspenseful, satisfying, from beginning to end. Detective Erwin and Levi is just beautiful. A very thought-provoking and perfectly written read.

The Companion by @everythingshiny

Future AU. I cannot express how much I truly love Nicole’s writing. The plot is so original and the characters are written so beautifully I would do anything to erase my memory so I can reread this again like the first time. This is just as applicable to all of her other fics which I’ve all read, and you should too. 

The Rat Catcher by @birbwin

Modern AU. Anything birbwin writes is a guaranteed masterpiece, Eruri Ficlets & Mc’Drabbles being proof of this (yes, including chapter 47). The Rat Catcher was so eye-opening and stimulating that it’s really a must-read for anyone and everyone. No-one’s the same after reading it.

Cardamom by @lostcauses-noregrets

Modern AU. Again, can never go wrong with lost’s writing. Beautiful, beautiful writing, and you hold such a strong investment to the characters. Really, just go have a look at everything they’ve written. So, so beautiful. Have I mentioned beautiful. Also the go to blog for any asks you may have to do with any canon stuff.

With My Hands Out by @stereobone

Canonverse. Had to put it somewhere, nevermind the header of slow burn. Of course, anything stereobone writes is a deserving classic, and this newest fic is no exception. Original plot, mysterious and perfectly written, it really encapsulates the essence of the characters, and leaves you wondering. A must-read.  

Hilarious Comedy | Generally Fluff(?)

Hazard in the Hallway by @momtaku  

Canonverse. Featuring a very oblivious Commander, and extremely relatable Corps members. A second chapter was! just! added! and I have never felt more blessed.

Alcohol, Eyebrows, and Shattered Noses by @sexycanofsoup

Canonverse. I have never laughed so hard reading any multi-chaptered fic. Actually that’s a lie, Dirty Kisses (must read) got pretty close. I love them, and belied by engaging plot, they’re a must-read. The writing is exquisite and it only ever leaves you wanting more.

Commander, Commander! by @cherryamber

Canon…verse….? Featuring two very different (but also very much the same) worlds. Just read it, I don’t know what else to say. Guaranteed to make you tear up from laughing too much. I’d also highly recommend from Cherry, (everything they’ve written) but in particular Aversion (eye-opening angst); Celebrity Ballroom (mild angst but mainly not(?)) Remember Me and of course, Again. Have I mentioned how much i love Cherry’s writing? (I love it.)


I’d definitely definitely definitely recommend seeing @zedsdead1001 ‘s writing and art; @gouguruheddo ‘s writing and art;  @valisi-clark ‘s writing , @erwinsalive ‘s art, @aileine ‘s art and animations, @seitsensarvi ‘s writing and art, gunpowderlatte’s writing and so so so many others like @blue-sonnet , @emmysmith , @hloneheart@absolute-eruri-trash , who all made me and my tumblr dashboard always filled with such pure eruri happiness. 

Once again, thank you all for making the past couple of years of my life so unexplainably enjoyable. And if you’re new to the fandom, lucky you, you get to discover all these amazing people for the first time.

A thought about feedback for writers...

I’ve seen lots of posts featuring the idea that positive feedback (like tags and comments and recs) encourages writers to want to continue writing more. And that’s absolutely so true! But there’s another reason why it’s so appreciated, and I wonder if sometimes this might not occur to readers.

*disclaimer- I’m speaking for myself here, but I feel pretty sure that most writers would agree with me, which is why I’m bothering to share.*

The thing is that we’re almost never 100% sure that what we’ve written is great stuff.

As a writer, you might like what you’ve written. You might have enjoyed writing it and feel personally entertained by the finished product in one way or another. But you’re still left with at least a tiny bit of nagging doubt; wondering, “eh…maybe it’s not as good as I think.” This isn’t low self esteem or feeling like you just generally suck at writing. You can absolutely believe that you’re a skilled writer but still routinely experience this feeling. And though I’m talking about writing, I’d venture to say that this applies to any artistic creation. But anyway, my point is to keep that in mind anytime you read something either on here or a fan fic site. If there’s anything you like, anything positive to say, please say it. Because it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been around, how many fics you’ve written, how many notes you get on posts, or kudos or whatever…at least a sliver of doubt and a tiny heart palpitation will always be there every time a writer hits “post.” And hearing some genuine words of appreciation is just what’s needed to make that writer sigh in relief and know that it was indeed worth sharing. Without that bit of positive feedback there’s nothing to kill that nagging doubt, which means it can be allowed to grow. And that’s a pretty lousy feeling.

Hope this resonates with my fellow writers, and I also hope it reminds readers why they hold so much power within a fandom. 😉 

Greenwalls in Chicago again

Alright so telling this story is gonna pinpoint my location almost exactly by I’m gonna tell it anyway before it slips into my subconscious.

Also, I want to note that this customer was not rude at all. She was actually very nice and polite. If you’re reading this, lady, I’m not really complaining about you. I just wish I had answers and I need to vent this out.

Ok so it was warehouse day and I was in cosmetics rummaging through a tote. Then I notice this lady, just fucking pouring our neutrogena shelf into her basket.

She empties the 2 shelves and asks to be rung up. I, in shock, comply.

At some point while I was ringing, she left to put her basket away. Before she came back, I called the manager over to help me make some sense of this.

As I continue ringing, he comes in and we make eye contact (uncertain and nervous eye contact) and he just hangs around the aisle to make sure she doesn’t do anything weird (I guess).

So I finish ringing up the 2 baskets worth of stuff, the exact total being $1,525.35 (which will be forever etched into my brain), and she pulls out cash.

I ask to see her ID, which is policy for purchases over $50 on a card but I felt this might require it also.

She says she doesn’t have it and I call my manager over and he says it’s fine, since it’s cash. But he stays next to me the rest of the transaction, which I am grateful for.

So I count the cash, my manager checks and counts the cash, and we determine that all 1,530 of her dollars are real and accounted for and we give her the $4.65 change.

Everything is bagged and she leaves. My manager and I agree that 10 years have been added to our lifespans and we feel somehow wronged.

Not even an hour later, this woman comes back. She says her sister found the $1525.35 worth of stuff cheaper somewhere else and wants to do a return. I immediately call back the same manager, as I don’t even know where to begin with this.

He, to my surprise, simply voids the transaction. Done quick and easy. He goes to the safe to retrieve the $1525.35 she paid us from the safe in our office.

He counts it, I count it, she counts it. It is all there and accounted for. She thanks us for being so kind and helpful and takes her leave.

My manager and I once again agree that 10 more years have been added and we still feel wronged.

I put all of the merchandise back on the 2 shelves. And continue putting up ware house as if nothing has happened. But it did happen. It did happen.


Passing by his room was the worst. Keith would always here the sound of Lance’s feet stomping around in there from dancing or his angelic voice belting out a tune. He remembered his smell and the way Lance held him in that bed; the way his soft skin felt against Keith’s. Sometimes Keith stood in front of it and just stared; remembering all the times he spent in there. It was Keith’s fault Lance was gone. If he had been paying attention Lance wouldn’t have jumped in front of the bullet. Keith slowly walked past hunk cooking in the kitchen. He was always cooking now. Hunk cried a lot and always encouraged Keith to cry. Keith decided not to let Hunk know he was there. Walking past the lounge he saw Pidge on the computer. She started to get more isolated and occasionally you could see her staring blankly at the screen with tears streaming down her face; she never noticed them. Shiro spent most of the time comforting the team. He was often seen hugging Allura as she cried on his shoulder or talking things out with Coran. Coran spent most of his time building random items and repairing things on the ship that didn’t even need repairing. The whole team walked around Keith like they were stepping on eggshells; waiting for him to finally let it out. Keith was the only one who hadn’t done anything yet. He was in denial. “What do you mean? Lance is here, he just won’t come out.” The team would try to remind him that he wasn’t. They talked to him about what happened, but it did nothing. He trained more than usual and often was begged to sleep. The team decided to wait until he came to complete understanding. One day, Keith went into the room for the first time. Finally understanding that Lance was not coming back. Keith shifted through some drawing of himself. Lance loved drawing Keith. Whenever Lance got the chance he would draw Keith. Keith walked over to the bed and got under the cover, just lying there. Smelling the scent of Lance and imagining himself snuggling into Lance’s chest. Keith eventually couldn’t take it anymore and quickly walked out away from the room. Keith went straight to Shiro who was in the Lounge with the team. They all turned to face him and Keith letting out a chocked sob ran to Shiro who quickly got up and wrapped his arms over Keith’s shoulders guiding him the couch. The team had went to grab some items. Hunk went to the kitchen to make some earth tea that he has picked up at a shop and brought it to Keith, while Alurra and Coran wrapped some blankets around him. Shiro whispered reassuring words into Keith’s ears while he cried that Lance was gone. Pidge had finally come back holding her laptop and a peace of paper. “Lance left letters for us and gave them to me to protect incase he ever… you know. He made these a few days before he left saying he had ‘a feeling’ and I guess he was right,” Pidge whispered. Pidge had given Keith the letter while pulling up a recording left for him. Keith took his time and read through the letter carefully. “Keith, I had a sudden feeling. A feeling that I was going to die. So I wrote letters and last wills. Yours was the hardest to write considering I have so many feeling for you that is hard to put into words. I think you are extraordinary. I am so grateful to have you. I sometimes feel like I don’t deserve someone as great as you. You always played the rolls I needed. A shoulder to cry on or someone to make me laugh. I would cuddle into your shoulder when I need support. When I’m missing home I always counted on you to be there to hug me and whisper reassuring words into my ear. Eventually, you became my home. What I meant to say is that… I love you, Keith Kogane, I love you so much that it hurts. I hoped to have stayed with you much longer, but not every wish comes true. I wish for you not to mourn me for to long. You have a war to win. Maybe we will see in the after life!! That would be amazing. Goodbye my galaxy we will meet one day(hopefully not anytime soon). Love, Lance. Keith was bawling by the end of it. He missed him so damn much. Eventually Pidge showed him the audio recording of Lance singing “Unsteady” by X Ambassadors. It only made Keith cry harder causing Shiro to hug him tighter. Hunk had started crying somewhere in the middle of the song and Pidge had her lips in a tight line holding Keith’s hand for comfort. They stayed like that the whole night and Pidge gave Keith a recorder to play the song whenever he felt like it. Keith and into Lances room more often. Cuddling his Jacket and listening to the song. ONE YEAR LATER The team huddled around Keith crying. The wound from his stomach was heavily bleeding and Shiro was screaming for Keith to stay awake as they rushed to get out of the Galra base. Keith was dying, they already knew that. Keith saw a flash of blue. “Lance?“ @celestialqueenofdragons (thanks for the suggestion)

I tried avoiding this mini rant/ airing of thoughts, but… I can’t!

I’ve been scarce from dA for… months? And I’m honestly limiting my time there for a host of reasons I won’t bring up here. (I’ve said them before anyway.) I can’t help but notice one of my very old pieces in particular (the megaloceros, done in 2008-9) won’t stop getting notifications. Like, 20+ a day, for several weeks now. It didn’t get a daily deviation awarded to it, and I’m sure I’d figure out why it was drawing traffic if I did some google fu, but part of me is reluctant to know where the traffic is coming from.

Call me selfish, but… I’m not fond of my old, time-stamped art being dragged back out into the light of day to flood my notifications. I know, people only mean well, and I think about that each time this happens, I truly do. Sometimes the fact that something is old doesn’t even occur to people sharing the art in the first place. But I have to tell you, it’s hard not to be discouraged when people regularly ignore your new work in favor of some dusty old pieces completed a lifetime ago.

Yes. I am a curmudgeon! The tendency for popular works to only become more popular is also a thorn in my side. Which gives me only one choice: to clear/store any works in the gallery over 5 years of age, while my Society6 will have some of said works available as prints/etc. To avoid the emotional outbursts this sort of thing tends to solicit, I won’t be announcing when I plan to do so. I can’t help it, I need a good art gallery PURGE!!!

(If it makes sense, I am the sort of person who destroys/gets rid of old sketchbooks as soon as they reach the “eyes bleeding” level of cringe. I don’t get nostalgic, and I don’t look back. I also don’t have infinite space for old art garbage to pile up.)


It’s just now 8:00PM but guess who’s in bed already?? This gal! Also. Mark 3:34-35 is where it’s at. I just keep reading these verses over and over and over. Thank you all so much for being my brothers and sisters and mothers. 💙

My life as an OT4/solo 1D fan.

Listen, @esselley had her beautiful fan fiction plagiarized and that is shitty. But now we get to fangirl over the true authors of these fics we all loved, so go give them hits and kudos and comments and show some cross-fandom love.

Also, I told her to run away from this fandom immediately, and she said I was not even the first person to give that advice. WE ARE ALL EXASPERATED WITH  AND FULL OF  LOVE FOR THIS BAND.

pokemaniacgemini  asked:

I have a question for Dark. I get that you're a manipulator, you make yourself into whatever we expect of you, but who are YOU? When there's no one to manipulate, no reason to be anyone else, who are you really? Do you even know? Or have you spent so long playing a part that you don't know the actor from the role anymore?

Dark smirks. “I’m not acting, darling. This is who I am. I am the manipulator, the man that presses the piano keys. My music is what you see, a thousand lies spun together to sound like the truth. You may interpret it however you wish. It doesn’t really matter to me.” He snaps his head to the side and studies you. “There is always someone to manipulate, always someone to dissect. And should the day arise when I stand alone and there is truly nothing to gain, no one to bend and break, then I guess I’ll become whatever it is that I want.”

He takes a step forward. “But why are you here? You know what I am, clever child. So, why bother? Why do you keep gawking, waiting for my next move? Why do you cling so desperately to who I am?” Dark laughs, but it’s cold and dry. And it grates against your ears like the ringing that accompanies him wherever he goes.

“If I am so evil, shouldn’t you run? Shouldn’t you hide?” He seizes your shoulders and smiles pleasantly, sweetly. “Or do you want me to pretend for you? I can be whatever you want… whatever you desire. Just say the word.” Dark leans in and whispers into your ear. “Just let me in…”

New York // Part 1

hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b


Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a plane to get somewhere else in the world.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment and time but I’m only telling you the truth.

And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was in right now.

My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.

Harry: you’re still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous

Harry: oh crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon hopefully. love you x

A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised when I saw her messages.

Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact name and called her.

“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?” she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she flooded me with her questions.

But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general. 

“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.

“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”

“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk on the phone.”

“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”

“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m not gonna do anything while in New York.”

“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an important member of the company she worked with.

While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?

Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.


Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.

When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of panic which was starting to build up within me.

I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the tickets.

Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.

Me: hii, I’m here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you see you soon x

To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I saw his message pop right up.

Harry: good thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the airport

Me: wait what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx

Harry: get up your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the sliding glass doors

I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the airport.

The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.

Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door, the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my eyes.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion taking over me completely.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled it behind myself.

I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely saw it all happening from one of the cars.

I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was shaking my head and grinning like crazy.

This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.

“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a few people look at us.

His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.

He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.

“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure sarcasm.

“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he laughed quietly.

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in his arms.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.

“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit that we were still out in the public.

Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got in the passenger seat at the front.

Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and starting the car right away.

“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna come or should I take you to mine first?”

“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.”


And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and hunger both doing my head in.

“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.

“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”

“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”

“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle Harry and sleep. And food of course.

“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”

“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”


It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of his.

Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.

Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed, slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.

In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.

baby-kenma  asked:

What are your top 5 ships? (Could be from anything not just anime) Also I'm sorry for you losing followers because you need to take time off for yourself. I just want you to know that me and I'm sure others fully understand and support you. 💕 Thank you for keeping us updated instead of just going mia. I hope you have a wonderful day 💕

Hi, thank you so much for this sweet message! You’re so kind :) I’m not too bothered by people unfollowing me because I fully considered that happening when I thought about this hiatus. But I am so grateful for your support and to know that there are people like you who support me through these decisions, people like you are the true MVPs. So, thank you for this <3

Without further ado, my top 5 ships! Thanks for sending this in! ^_^

1) TsukkiKage (incredible twin smirks and character development hehe)

Originally posted by tsukishiina

The rest are in no particular order, by TsukkiKage is my TOP FAVE.

2) KageHina (I love ships in which the two characters grow together)

Originally posted by mahoomii

As you can guess, I also like TsukkiKageHina hehe (Kags, Hinata, and Tsukki all deserve so much love)

3) Victuuri (another example of mutual growth)

Originally posted by thranduilings

4) TsukkiYama (two individuals with the ability to bring one another to their senses? YES)

Originally posted by remember-kneepads-then-shoes

5) KuroTsuki (Nerds being nerds appreciating each other’s good qualities and having witty conversations as well as nonsensical banter? YES)

Originally posted by saltasaurus-kei

And also BokuAkaKuroTsuki ^_^

Originally posted by randomyelly

As you can see, I ship Tsukki with EVERYONE (he is such a relatable and lovable character in my opinion)

Thanks, and have a lovely day! 💕💕💕

Ask me my Top 5 anything!

Small Victories

Summary: Your new co-worker helps you celebrate a really good day. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1170
Warnings: Semi-awkward moment during gratuitous smut, albeit implied; actually, the whole fic is fairly gratuitous.
Challenge: @supernatural-jackles Birthday Challenge. Happy Birthday Jen!  My prompt, which has been added upon editing, is, “You look so cute when you’re sad.”

A/N: No, there will not be more of this. I’m looking at you, @bringmesomepie56 :P

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Awolnation  {Sentence Starters}

  • “So, burn it down.”
  • “Be careful who you tell.”
  • “Am I a disappointment?”
  • “And I am grateful for this.”
  • “This is how an angel dies.”
  • “My mirror disappoints me.“
  • “There’s a leak in this boat…”
  • “This is how I show my love.”
  • “I may be worthless without you.”
  • “I’ve never felt so alone in my life.”
  • “I got a lot to love. I got a lot to lose.”
  • “I’m the first to leave and last to know.”
  • “I’m amazed I still have air to breathe.”
  • “Would you have the courage not to lie?”
  • “I guess I wanted… I just want you to know.”
  • “Maybe all of these things made me who I am.”
  • “Some people call it crazy… well, I call it healing.”
  • “At this point in my life, I’d rather die than lie to you.”
  • “I’m fascinated when something gets the best of me.”
  • “Oh… oh my God, I think I might’ve made a mistake.”
  • “There’s nothing wrong with you. I still believe in you.”
  • “I am a human being capable of doing terrible things…”
  • “If you’re sick, baby girl, I would love to be your doctor.”
  • “I’m getting restless, but I’ll wait for you to make a move.”
  • “There must be something in the air, because I’m sick, again.”

FFXV actually happened. We actually have a story, a soundtrack, a game in our hands. What we plotted for years is actually shown and revealed. All is out. The journey of wait was longer than the game itself but… I am glad that I went through with it. I am glad for the wait because in all this years of wondering and expecting, I got the best game I could ever wish for. No, it is not the 100% I wanted, it never is. But even with all the flaws… It is the closest of a 100% I could ever get. And for that, I am grateful. I love this sad, hurtful and painful game with all my heart and I’ll do my goddamn best to show the appreciation it deserves for all my life. It has given me so much and I only hope to give some of it back.