so i just make up my own story

Wh-WHAT ?!

I was just reaching 4k a few weeks ago… what’s up with you people to suddenly some to me all the sudden ?!

Hhhhh okay… so… my internet is pretty bad right now, but to celebrate reaching this number I saw that SO MANY of you wanted to actually watch me draw a print for UnderDecay which would start as soon Paper’s Crane story is completed… But I’m still pondering between this and a request stream.

I’ll make a stream with the lovely @alainaprana as soon she reach her own 5k which is really soon so that we can do a dual stream and share how much we appreciate our followers !

I want to thanks all of you gosh… this is so intimidating to have SO MANY people following me for my work… I honestly never expected to reach so many and especially THAT fast. Thank you so much… tumblr really changed my life at many points and gave me the occasion to meet and talk with wonderful people.

Let me promote a few people that I particularly admire:


















There’s so many more of them… I just… gosh… thank you guys. I love you all~<3

I’ll give you more news about it as soon as I can.

d e a d r i n g e r

back to my poster making roots. a little info on dead ringer:

the universe they live in (as in the events, little traits (frank’s eyes) and how and why everything happened) I personally completely made up-so this is a world of my own! it loosely follows the canon lore. it doesn’t exist in the same world as a lot of other awesome artists on here, it’s its own separate thang. i do hope you’ll enjoy watching this story unravel. 

840 words (13796 total) on the rewrite of Ravenswood, a short supernatural horror story.

I did a lot of polishing today, and added the scene that I think I always knew needed to be in this story, but didn’t want to write, because it was so emotional. This is a supernatural horror story, but it’s also about loss, and I think I needed to write it to deal with some substantial loss I’ve experienced in my own life. I had to experience the things my protagonist experienced, so I could write about them from his point of view, and make sure they were real. In the process, I put myself through a lot of intense emotions.

I think it works, and I think it makes the story better, but I’m not sure. I’m just emotionally exhausted, and I feel like I’m simultaneously going to collapse into a sobbing heap, and throw up.

I’m pretty sure that I’m done with this draft, and I’m going to hand this off to a couple of early readers to get their feedback. Depending on what they tell me, I may undo a lot of the stuff I did today, or rework it.

In either case, I’m extremely close to being finished.

Reblog if Captain Rex should have his own live action movie
Eat Me

Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Word count: 550
Warnings: Smut. Oral Sex (Female)
Request: ( Anonymous ) Yay, you reopened your requests! Could you please do a humorous smutty fic with either Lucifer or Crowley - where they often verbally fight with a female reader and it’s loaded with sexual tension underneath, so when the reader says “Eat me!” meaning like “fuck off” then Lucifer/ Crowley takes it literary and just “as you wish” and snaps their clothes off, starting to eat them out? :)

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Pairing: Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

Note: Hey guys!  Firstly, I want to thank you for 210 followers! I didn’t expect to have so many in such a short amount of time, and it’s really amazing. So thank you! Second, this is my first Remus fic. It’s short but I just really wanted to write something about him for a while now. 

Other  stories: Beautiful | Ask You Out I II III IV | My Girl I II

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from the Potterverse!


Their meeting was in the cliché-est way possible. He bumped into her, like, literally bumped into her, making her drop everything she was holding. “I’m terribly sorry.” He muttered beneath his breath as he stooped down to help her pick her books up.

He never really noticed the way she looked at that time since her hair covered her face, nor did he really care. She hastily thanked him and went running to her next class. Little did he know they were going to have to meet each other again.

Remus was sitting with his friends in the Great Hall during dinner. He laughed at something his Casanova friend, Sirius Black, said when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw her awkwardly standing there, a Potions book on her hand. “Um, I think this is yours. You gave it to me by mistake earlier.” She told him, uncomfortable by the way his friends started to eye her in curiosity.

He looked down at the book and took it, placing it inside his bag. “Right, thanks. Sorry for the bother.” He sheepishly smiled at her, realizing that she was in the same house as him because of her robes.

She smiled back. “No problem.” She turned and headed back to her friends at the end of the table. When he turned back around, he found his three friends grinning at him.

“Who was she, Moony?” Peter asked as he took a bite out of a chicken leg.

“Just some girl I bumped into earlier.” He answered in disinterest.

James looked back at the girl who now sat with her friends. “She’s friends with Evans!” He hissed at them.

Sirius rolled his eyes at them. “Let me enlighten you, my sad and naïve friends,” He chuckled at his own words, “Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. Half-blood, good with Lily and tolerates Snivellus, and-” He held his hand up at James who tried to say something, “some Ravenclaw’s girlfriend.” He finished.

“You’re well-informed.” Remus stated.

Sirius smirked, “I like keeping tabs with the pretty ones.” He winked at someone from the neighboring table and the girls started giggling and whispering excitedly among themselves.

Remus heard laughter coming from the end of the table and saw her flushing as she talked animatedly to Lily and the other girls. He smiled quietly to himself and shifted his attention back to his own friends.

Remus walked along the empty hallways of the school, his wand shining brightly as he gripped it with his hand. He was tired and was practically dragging himself forward. When he turned at the corridor he saw someone running past. He ran after him and when he knew he couldn’t catch up, he turned at the corner to meet the law-breaker. His plan worked and he held the student by the shoulders to stop him.

Y/N gasped loudly, pointing her wand at the person who held her. She relaxed when she realized it was Remus and lowered her wand.

“What are you doing out?” He questioned as he let go of her, trusting that she wouldn’t run away. She didn’t. He then noticed her eyes were quite puffy and red. “What happened?” He asked, shocked. Clearly he didn’t know what to do when someone was crying, much less a girl.

“It’s nothing.” She quipped. “You’re not going to rat me out are you?” Her voice was nervous as she looked everywhere but him. Before Remus could reply, they heard footsteps coming down from the corner. Y/N stiffened while Remus looked behind him then back at the girl. He then held her hand and quickly led her away as the unknown person went after them. They arrived at a corridor that had a statue of Gregory the Smarmy and Remus pushed her behind it, revealing a secret passageway.

“You! Prefect! There was a student out! I heard them running!” The caretaker, Argus Filch, told him while pointing at his face.

“I know, I was running after them too, but they suddenly disappeared.”

Filch scratched the back of his head in irritation then huffed and walked away. After a few minutes Y/N came out of hiding and stood beside Remus. “Thanks for that.” She told him and for the first time, she looked at him properly and it was like he was seeing her for the first time ever. Sirius was right, she was pretty, but something about her made him want to get to know her more. Or at least know why she was out at this hour of the night. But he wasn’t one to pry.

“Are you all right?” He asked in concern instead.

She nodded and smiled. “I am now.” She said sincerely. “I’ll head back before Filch or any other prefect comes. Good night, Remus.” She said and placed a soft kiss on his cheek and walked away.

Remus stared after her as his mouth slightly hung open, a harsh red tint adored his face. He smiled shyly to himself as he continued his rounds, this time with a light spring in his step.

so this is just my interpretation of bitty’s tweets about dex and nursey… i’ve done a few others as well and when i wrap it up into an actual story i’m going to post it on ao3 but for now i thought i’d leave this here!

“She does experimental theatre and makes her own clothes. Sick, right?” Nursey asked, and Dex bit the inside of his cheek.

“Wow!” Chowder said, because of course he thought the girl sounded cool, while Dex just rolled his eyes.

“That entire sentence was frustrating,” he said, finally looking up from his phone to see Nursey staring at him with a determined look, while Chowder looked slightly crestfallen, and Bitty looked wary.

“So what, dude, you’re not even gonna give her a chance?” Nursey pressed and, well.

Dex was used to this. He really, really was. Ransom and Holster tried to set him up with girls all the time and it only made sense that Nursey would join in, but sometimes it got frustrating and now was one of those times, so all he said was, “I’d really rather not,” and hoped that they could just drop the topic.

But Nursey said, “Come on, bro, you haven’t even met her- how can you have something against her already?” and of course that’s what Nursey thought this was about.

He thought Dex was a stick in the mud and he thought Dex had a stick up his ass, and Dex was pretty sure that Nursey didn’t like him at all, so Dex just gritted his teeth and said, “I don’t have anything against her,” because he didn’t owe Nursey anything more than that.

Still, when Nursey asked, “Then why won’t you go out with her?” Dex felt something in him snap, because, really.

Samwell was supposed to be one of the most LGBTQ friendly schools in the country, and Nursey went around preaching about equality to anybody who would listen, and Nursey himself wasn’t straight and was very open about that, and yet he’d never even considered the possibility that Dex wasn’t straight either, so when Dex said, “Mostly because she’s a her,” he wasn’t surprised that the room fell silent.

Even Bitty, who Dex had come out to ages ago, seemed to freeze, and Chowder’s eyes were wide, and Nursey looked like he was reconsidering everything he knew, before he said, “Wait, wh-” but Dex cut him off.

“I’m gay,” he said, and his chest felt tight and his head felt a bit light, and he added, “Can we not make a big deal out of this?” before anybody else could say anything.

Chowder nodded and, after a moment, Nursey did too.

“Yeah, bro, it’s chill,” he said, because of course that’s all he would have to say, and then Bitty swooped in with a piece of pie and a pat on Dex’s shoulder, and the topic was changed, and that was that.

A few days later, Nursey started listing guys that he could set Dex up with for the Winter Screw, and Dex couldn’t even bring himself to be surprised. 

The fact that, really, Nursey was the only guy that he wanted to actually do anything with was incredibly beside the point.

Collider || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Peter x Reader where the reader is running through the busy streets and crashes into Peter but he catches her, she doesn’t have time to explain so he runs with her and then they hide together in an alley and she explains and ask each other out at the same time and it’s awkward but cute.]]

Okay, I’ve got this whole posting thing figured out, and I’m gonna catch up with requests ♡

My ask box is still open and the link will be placed in shortly. I’m just going to keep accepting requests because they honestly give me something to write about, especially when I can’t think of a good plot. I’ll post my own personal drabbles here and there in between requests, so I hope that’s okay with you readers!

I know I already posted something earlier, but I’m just so happy right now! And I wanna make up for my whining with some more stories 。゚(TヮT)゚。

I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!

warnings: none really; just pure fluff, oh and a persistent Flash Thompson!!

tags: {anonymous}

{{request status: open}}

don’t repost/plagiarize this story! reblogs are fine!


Originally posted by dailytomholland

“Come on, [Name], you should be glad that I’ve taken such an interest in you.”

You had to keep from vomiting in your mouth. Out of all the people you could have seen outside of Midtown High and in the city, it just had to be Flash Thompson.

Flash was someone who was unnecessarily cocky 100% of the time. Just because he came from old money, he thought that anything and everything he wanted would simply be handed to him on a silver plate.

Which, unfortunately, included you.

You had no idea why Flash had such an interest in you. Was it because you were seen talking with Peter Parker (the boy he liked to antagonize) at every chance you got? You honestly wanted to get closer to Peter because you thought he was so cute. And thinking back on it now, you do vaguely remember defending Peter from Flash’s harsh words one time.

Ever since that day, Flash had never left you alone. He kept on spouting off nonsense, like how he fell for you at first sight and that he could treat you like a queen when you finally ‘came to your senses’ and returned his feelings.

Which made you simply scoff at his bold words. You would never date Flash, even if he was sort of cute and had all the money at his disposal.

“How many times do I have to reject you in order for you to understand?! I will –never– date you!” Your attempts at reasoning with him falls on deaf ears when Flash lets out an amused chuckle.

“I’ll stop when you finally open your eyes to see what you’re missing out on.” Good god this guy has the nerve to lean in closer to you with his lips nearly touching yours!!

Almost on instinct, you raised your right leg and give him a swift kick between his legs. Being caught off guard, Flash lands on the ground (practically groaning in pain) as you glared down at him, “Leave me alone! I only date genuine guys like Peter Parker who has more heart than you could ever have!”

“WHAT?! You have the nerve to mention THAT piece of trash??”

Seeing the fury in his eyes makes you gasp before quickly running away from him. You hear Flash yell out your name, but you didn’t dare turn back.

Taking advantage of the fact that Queens was a city that was always in a constant state of crowded disarray, you weave through the crowd of people. You hoped that you had lost Flash while running, and to make sure that he was tailing after you, you look behind you-

only to feel your whole body collide with someone else.

“Whoa, are you okay?” Whoever this person was, they were surprisingly strong when they managed to keep you upright in their arms. You look up to see familiar brown eyes gazing down at you with concern, “Oh thank God it’s you, Peter!”

“[Name]! Uh… Yeah, it’s me. W-Why were you running? You look out of breath.”

Believing that Peter could protect you from Flash, you quickly grab on to his arm and pull him with you, “Long story short: I’m being chased. Can you please come with me?”

Peter loses his confused expression when he hears that you were in danger, giving you a nod before grabbing on to your hand, “Let’s go.”

You start running again, this time with Peter by your side. You knew he was curious as to who you were running from, but couldn’t really tell him until you felt safe. When you felt as though you had put a good distance between you and Flash, you pull Peter into an empty alleyway to catch your breath. “Ugh, s-sorry about that. I just had to get away from Flash.”

“Flash was bothering you?” Instead of cowering at his name (like he used to do) Peter looked furious as his hands formed into tight fists, “What did he do to you? I’ll have a talk with him to make sure that he won’t bother you ever again.

You laugh at his bold words, gently punching the front of his chest (holy shit was he always this broad?? And when did he get such prominent biceps??) and blush slightly. Ignoring your thoughts pertaining to Peter’s lean (and muscular) physique, you clear your throat and reassure him, “I just turned him down when he asked me out for the millionth time this month. And when I told him that I would only date you, he got mad and started chasing me.”

Only when you were through speaking did you realize what you just fucking said to Peter, immediately covering your lips when Peter’s eyes widened at your unplanned confession.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, you saw Peter grinning at you, “You chose me over Flash?”

You nod, feeling your face turn hot with embarrassment, “Of course. You’re so sweet, Peter, I like you a lot.”

His smile widens at your words, and you feel the back of his hand gently caress at your cheek. “I like you, too. Ever since you defended me in front of Flash.” His touch was sweet (and nothing like Flash’s) but you were anxious now. You really wanted to be Peter’s girlfriend…!!

“Will you go out with me?”

“Go out with me.”

You and Peter blurt out at the same time, causing the both of you to laugh in response.



Peter’s smile was so pure and filled with happiness that you felt your heart melt, feeling his arms come around your form when he places a kiss against your forehead, “Jinx, you owe me a date tomorrow. And you can’t say no.”

You lean closer to him and gently kiss at his jaw, “Stop being such a nerd. As if I would ever say no to the boy of my dreams.”


anonymous asked:

(Relevantish?) when I was younger I read so much my 4th grade teacher gave me a book on conservation (because I love animals) but after that teachers didn't know how to deal so they took away my books so I learned how to draw and started writing so I could just make up my own stories. They can take my books but they can't take all my papers and pencils with which I can write my own books!

Seriously, you guys and your loopholes! It brings a proud tear to my eye

Originally posted by emmazkii

(All asks without a story are tagged Caffeine Answers. I’m not currently accepting any more book stories! We’ll have to have another day of them :) For now I’ve closed my ask until I can get through all these awesome stories!)

My ideal Bestie

I need a friend,

Someone who isn’t afraid to try new things.
But she doesn’t play the wildcard to a fault.

Someone who is obsessed with beauty, and has a passion for filming or photography.
Or even just has a passion of her own, that brings them closer to her success story every day.

Someone who isn’t broke, so that I don’t end up paying for everything from their travel to their food (this happened once, I’m not a charity).
But she isn’t bouje either, so she doesn’t make my wallet cry every time we go out.

Someone who sets a high standard for relationships, romantic or not.

She values my opinion, but can make the right decision without my advice.

She understands the difference between a 10 minute phone call and a one hour phone call.

Someone who understands my family situation. But isn’t afraid to remind me that I’m my own person.

Someone that is and optimist, full of positivity. She doesn’t complain about the things she cannot change.
Most importantly, she doesn’t overthink things.

I need a friend that’s bisexual or bicurious, Who can come with me to femme bars or clubs.

Yet someone who has sugared before, that way should we choose to freestyle, we can do exactly that.

Is that too much to ask?
Can anyone relate?
Basically I need me. 😁
Now accepting applications 😉

Rocketeer || Peter Parker x Reader

I have every intention of working on requests and/or finishing up my own personal projects for my dA, only to lose muse for all of them as I go back to writing for Peter.

I’m so mad at myself (;﹏;)

also a side note, rocketeer, because this song reminds me of peter

warnings: none

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

**dont plagiarize/repost this story. Reblogs are fine!


{with you right here/ i’m a rocketeer/ let’s fly}

Your boyfriend had cancelled your date again, leaving you feeling more than a little upset. You had wasted a good portion of your day getting ready, wanting to look good for him.

So when he called you, becoming a stuttering mess when he told you he had to cancel, you didn’t answer him. You simply hung up your phone with a huff, feeling the hot tears moisten your eyes as you angrily wiped the makeup off your face.

Peeling off your clothes, you throw them to the side of your room, not giving a damn if they got wrinkled. You pull out your drawers and put on your favorite sweater and sweatpants, running a hand through your hair as you nearly pulled its strands out.

You honestly wanted to cry in frustration.

Did Peter not like you enough? Why did he always have to do this to you? At Midtown, he seemed fine with being with you, but outside of school??

It’s like he couldn’t stand to be seen with you, which was what prompted him to bail on you each time you had plans together.

Feeling defeated, you force yourself out of your room and apartment, taking the stairs as it lead you all the way to the rooftop.

Pushing the double doors open, you felt the city air fill your lungs as you shivered and looked up at the night sky. You admire the sight of the half moon settled against the inky darkness, not tearing your gaze away from it as the moonlight seemed to beckon you closer.

You took a step closer toward the edge, only to have your movements halted when you felt a hand on your arm. With a gasp, you look back to see a familiar hero beside you.

“Spider-Man?” When did he get here? Why was he here? And how come you didn’t hear him? These questions all clouded your mind, yet you couldn’t find the courage to voice them aloud.

You felt the young superhero slide a gloved hand down the length of your arm, gently tugging at the sleeve of your sweater. This causes you to land against his chest, feeling his muscular arms wrap tightly around you before going toward the edge of the building, “What are you-”

The rest of the question dies within your throat when Spider-Man suddenly falls off the building with you in his arms. The wind rushing past your face makes you scream as you held on tighter to the webslinger. Without even missing a beat, you saw his web shooters stick to the next building, bringing you upwards as your fear quickly turned into exhilaration.

You laugh while Spider-Man seemed to fly around the city with you in his arms. Feeling all of your anger and sadness melt away, you clung to the masked boy, not letting go even when he landed safely on an open rooftop.

You were both silent, with you staring at the front of his suit while he had his arms loosely wrapped around your back. After a few seconds, you sigh and hide your face within his chest, causing the hero to stiffen, “I should probably pull away from you, since I have a boyfriend but…I don’t want to. Something about you reminds me of Peter, haha, ugh, I’m pathetic.” You felt the tears form within your eyes again, “Even after that amazing trip around the city, I’m still thinking about him.”

You realize that throughout this whole evening, Spider-Man was oddly quiet, not saying a word to you as you continued to nervously ramble, “I know Peter will be upset to know that I was with some other guy, even if I don’t know his identity. And I wanna say that my boyfriend will beat you up for taking me away, but I highly doubt if he can do that. Peter is just too soft and sweet.”

Your words finally manage to get a laugh out of him, and you hear him answer, “Yeah, I don’t think I can beat myself up.”

You stiffen, recognizing that slightly nasally voice anywhere when you look up at him. He still keeps an arm around you when he lifted his mask, revealing messy locks of brown hair as his sweet eyes narrowed down at you with love, “H-Hey.”

“Peter Parker, it’s you…” You lift up your hand to touch at his face for a few seconds before immediately pinching them. This makes Peter wince with pain in response as you continued to pull and stretch at his cheeks.

“Argh! Baby, I’m shorry!! Prease-!!” You let go of his face, stopping your painful pinches when you kiss him. Lifting your hands again, you gently caress his cheeks in a silent apology for hurting him. You frame his face with your two hands, not saying a word while you observed Peter’s face.

His brown eyes were darker than usual, evident of his anxiety as he began to chew at his bottom lip, “Are you mad at me? Y-You know, for ditching you and s-stuff?”

You let out a huff, forcing him down to kiss him again. Instead of it being short and sweet, you gently bit down on his lips, earning a gasp of pain from him, “Oh, I’m mad alright. Just consider yourself lucky that I adore Spider-Man and completely support his cause.”

He gives you a pout and nuzzles his face against the palm of your hand, “I’m sorry, for not telling you the truth sooner. I just didn’t want you to get hurt. Forgive me?”

Ugh, just seeing those puppy dog eyes were making you weak. How could you possibly stay mad at him?

Wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, you murmur, “I forgive you, only because I love you too much. I can’t stay mad at you.” Peter’s eyes lit up at your words before holding you closer to him again. He dons his mask and tells you, “Come on, let’s explore the city again. The night is still young.”

You laugh while remaining in his arms as he swings across Queens, not sure how you got so lucky when it came to having a boyfriend like Peter Parker.

{let’s fly, fly, fly, fly/ up, up here we go/ where we stop nobody knows}


Writing Prompts #1

Hey guys! I feel like I need to make this, because I keep forgetting all the ideas I’ve made for making my own stories. So, here you go! :

“Y'know what? I give up. I give up trying to stop you from killing me. If you wan’t to kill me, just do it.”

“Really, man?”


“For real?”


“Like, real and re–”



I would never be tired;
Of how many times should I remind
How we fell in love at seventeen;
How we kissed until it was a sin
The orange sky;
And the silhouette of wings that fly
I’d love to see you paint them;
With your brush strokes so gem
I like seeing you in your red cardigan;
I like hearing those naked words said and done
Three-hundred and sixty five letters;
I’d write them every day until my pen shatters;
And in those pages;
I wrote the sincerest
But you didn’t read those;
And we began to lose;
We thought we’d just fight;
And make up through the night
But here we are;
Trapped in our own bizarre
I still wrote to you every single day;
Before I knew it was time to go away
In two different paths;
Still, we search for our ‘what ifs’
Still, we play with the past;
And wish we never left
Seven years, I still crave;
Your existence is my pave
In a home where I promised you;
Where the sky meets the lake so blue
I’ll never get tired;
To remind you how lovely
Even if memories never tried;
Our story is written lovingly

Yep. I finished Gravity Falls. I can’t accept it. I’m- I’m in denial.
So I thought “hey, if they are not gonna give me more, I’ll stop whining and make my own!” and so, my AU happened. Well, it’s not even an AU, it’s more like… an Alternative Future of my own, (that isn’t cannon, obviously) made just for fun cause… I’m too attached to let go orz
So in this AU basically all the characters are grown up and have made their lives as better as they managed to. I’ll be telling the story with little illustrations now and then… so, I decided to start by introducing you to a 39 year old Dipper with… his little redhead kiddo?? I’ll let you guess who her mom is, heheh!
The little duckling’s name is Ava Pines! I’ve imagined that Dipper would turn a really really busy science man when he’d get older, so he wouldn’t have much time for himself - but those little days when work would give him a break, he’d use them to spend time with his family - and usually, on the afternoons, he’d take Ava to discover the secrets of Gravity Falls by his side! Even if these don’t happen as often as they’d like to, the days Ava gets to be with her father would always remain as her best memories c:

I know it gets a lot of hate, but I do like the Fifty Shades series.

People don’t need to take it so serious. And, I honestly believe the hate comes more from people who just have assumptions about what they’ve heard about the books. I don’t think, they’ve actually read the books cover to cover. (that is just my opinion, straight up!) Anyway, I am not trying to make a point, venting. Just, I like the books & the movies. Everyone has their own thing & I just like the story. To each his own :)

So I thought this might make interesting story for @sixpenceee . I had just moved into my room as a freshman in college. I live in an apartment style dorm with three other girls, each person getting their own room. This was sometime early January so it was pretty cold. One morning I woke up and got ready for class as usual,(I like to open up my window to get fresh air) and when I went to open the drapes, I was met with the hand print in the first image. I didn’t know my roommates that well at the time and had a paranoia that they’d sneak into my room in the middle of the night to prank me, so I kept my room locked while I was out and when I went to bed. My room is also on the third floor and was kept locked before I moved in. 

I thought that it might have been one I had left somehow when I opened the window some day prior, so I placed my hand to the glass and left another print

The one on the left is mine. The one on the right is from an unknown source. As you can see, the unknown print has long, slender fingers and a more narrow palm. You can also see the little fine lines from the hand wrinkles where you can’t see any on mine due to the condensation build up. Much different from my pudgey little hand lol 

It’s still there now, but it’s getting hot so the glass won’t fog for it to show anymore. I’m not really freaked out by it, I was just surprised to see something like that first thing in the morning but I’m kinda glad it happened. It made for a cool story to tell haha

I’m actually happy and excited for Isak going out with Eskild and maybe meeting some other gay guys. And maybe moving on from Even. (Hides to avoid the rotten food to be sent my way.) Or at least finding out if it’s just Even that makes his motor run, or maybe there are other boys as well.

Isak is young and just starting to find these things about himself. He’s finally opening up with those near to him and becoming more comfortable in his own skin. 

Even is no where to be seen (Yes we don’t know the full story on his part, so I can’t judge him too harshly. I have seen the way Even looks and acts with Isak, he’s just as crazy about Isak as Isak is about him.) But like I said, he’s no where to be seen, he’s been back and forth and being in limbo like this isn’t doing anything but making Isak miserable.

This is Isak’s story just as much as it is Isak and Even’s story as well. Isak needs to find what works for him and what makes him happy in the long run. Because Even being in his life and not being in his life is just hurting him, Even has left Isak with little information what’s going on with him or their relationship. Isak can’t sit around in his room moping forever, it’s not right or healthy.

Isak is a young male, he should be having fun, enjoying himself and not be in relationships that have no chance of succeeding. And are only going to yo-yo his emotions at the moment. He’s too young and too inexperience to have this be his only venture out into what being gay or bisexual or whatever Isak is.

Like Eskild said, there are so many possibilities out there. Doesn’t mean Isak should just forget Even and start something with someone new. I just think limiting himself and closing himself off has done nothing but been bad for him. And maybe he will go out and make some friends and finds some things out about himself that he might just need to.


ok this has a lot of backstory to it (not IN the story backstory just my own backstory) basically when i made that post about neptune singing i already had this song lined up for da monos to make art of but then i forgot then the designs for this au showed up then i remembered and i thought someone might like it so i said dont forget 2 draw the thing then i foRGOT

also ive been listening to this person’s cover of this song since 2011 (the one i linked is a reupload where they redid it, but still same lyrics same song but i like how its sang more than the original so,,) and i wanted to draw a thing for it since forever and now i did so im glad