so to get back into tumblr i drew some cute girls

Okay so I know it’s been awhile since my WINGS fansign but my life is in shambles and I’m going one day at a time lol so here it is

I arrived at the fansign early this time…thank god lol and legit picked the pages that the members were gonna sign right before. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or what but they happened to sit in the perfect order since I picked different photos from all 4 albums for each member to sign and the members who shared the same album were sitting together lol I also wrote my name down (Kat 누나) so that they would know what to write. Namjoon I didnt put Noona. It didnt seem right since I knew we would just be speaking english to each other.

Anyway I went in and took my seat. I was in the middle second row. Pretty good. Once again it was like 99% fansites lol It seems many fansites work in at least a pair. One takes pictures while the other uploads previews to twitter. Or while one is getting their album signed they will point to their camera/fansite coworker so that the member will wave or act cute for their specific camera.

So right when I sat down one of the fansites behind me tapped me on the shoulder and started speaking korean. I told her I didnt speak korean and in the most fluent english I have ever done heard she asked if we could switch seats. Obviously she wanted to get closer; who wouldn’t. She said she would take pictures of me with the members while I was up there if we could switch bless her soul. And honestly in my mind one row further back meant nothing to me so I said yes and gave her my email, honestly going on faith lol

I was so nervous to meet them again. Seeing them so close and in such a comfortable setting for them surrounded by fansites that they know so well. But I felt better than last time. i think i just had more time to get my brain under control lol and I was talking to my friends in my GC the whole time this time and it kept me light and calm. Bless them

So the fansite was true to her word and she sent me 75 HD photos of me talking with the boys. Unfortunately she did not get me with Hobi or Jin, but oh well, life goes on. i assume another member was being extra adorable and she had to stop to photograph it. Don’t blame her.

So Jhope was first and he was so bright and smiley (they all seemed in a super good mood tbh) He asked me where I was from. i told him America…then LA just to keep things simple (I am from LA originally gosh dangit) He got super excited and said that he loves LA. I told him that I loved his Intro and he rapped a small part of it and danced a little lol I asked him about this abs and he laughed and touched his stomach and said thank you. I asked if he still had them and he said no…suuuuuuure

Tae was next. Just like last time he was so shocked by my name Kat. He kept asking if it was my real name. i just insisted it was lol I’m assuming he was thinking of the animal and was shocked that I was named after cats lol I mentioned that I had a lot of friends who came to Korea to see them. Then for a friend I asked him what perfume he wore. He was very cute and acted like he couldn’t recall the name. i know he was just messing with me though and didnt want to tell me. The lady came over and told me to move and he pretended to be all panicked. I asked him to write the answer on the post it note but he just wrote some random lines lol and then I had to move on that jerk. I’ve included 3 Tae pics because his face during this exchange was too great

Jin was next. He’s so handsome and so put together. I told him I was worried about him going to the jungle. He asked me if there were lions or bears or tigers in the jungle. I said no to all and he said then I shouldn’t worry. He was really funny and I wish I could properly express over text the way he said it all. It was so cute cuz he kept pausing to think of how to say the animals in english. His english is honestly really good.

Next was Jimin that shy little angel. Even though the album for him to sign was right on top as I had intended he moved it and went through all 4 before I picked it up and gave him the right one lol he was so shy and flustered. He signed my album and then looked up to start talking to me, then suddenly he looked back down at my album with a shocked expression. He quickly added a noona after my name. He also drew a little cat which I love cuz sometimes I draw a little cat after my name too. But just the way his face looked when he realized he should add noona. He was so scandalized that he hadn’t haha He was also the only one to actually write noona. I’m dead. He then went on to point out one of my rings which is kind of his style. Then he pointed to one of his and said that his ring was bigger than mine. I said yes but my hand is bigger than his so he held his hand up to compare and he just died inside when my hand was bigger lolol he laughed shyly and then it was over lol

Next was Yoongi. He was very quiet; didnt talk much at all. I told him that i was from LA and he said that he likes LA. I told him I saw him at KCON and I would be going to Muster. I also told him that we would win daesang and he just smiled slightly and nodded (little did he know) Even though he didnt talk much he held my hand almost the whole time as if to show his appreciation. Even though he didnt seem like he wanted to talk english with me I felt appreciated and that he was interested in what I was saying the whole time.

Jungkook was next and oh lord was he so cute. He was in such a good mood. He said hello in korean and I said hello in English and his face lit up. He said “oh! English! ok!” Like he was super ready to speak english. Our conversation:

Me: You’re really excited today!

Kookie: …..

Me: LOL You’re really happy!

Kookie: Yes! Happy!

(He signed my album then…lol)

Kookie: Today………today….today… … I am happy

It was so cute. He wanted to speak english so bad but just couldn’t get the words happening. But he was smiling and bouncing in his seat the whole time bless him. I just died from his cuteness

Last was Namjoon. At this point I was super proud of myself for having survived through all the members and all the language barrier. Namjoon was next and I was like OK! relief! You got this! He was super nice. He asked me about where I was from. How long i had been in Korea. He joked that my korean must be really good by now. He told me to be careful of the cold. It was small talk but he was so nice and charming. Then we were done..It was the end. The lady had come to tell me to move it along and then as if an after thought…as if he just wanted to let me know he said “You’re really attractive”…

And I died. I put my head down I was so shocked. But then I told him “No, you’re really attractive!” Pretty sure I was laughing a lot at this point lol and just so shy and then the lady came back and was like girl for real go lolol

It was like Namjoon knew I was way too chill. I had done much too well. He had to end me.

That’s pretty much it. Everything after is probably stuff you’ve already seen circulating twitter and tumblr. Tae playing the piano and playing with a yoyo. Jimin stickering people. Jin singing part of his solo song. It was the last fansign for wings and it just felt like such a happy and great time. All the members were in a great mood and I was in a great mood, and I was also dead.

I forgot to mention that I did hold all of their hands! lol 

Thanks for being so patient guys!!! 

A Love For Dragons

Requests:  I just found your tumblr and fell in love! Can you make an imagine,please? YN is Hermiones older sister( a vet) and Charlie falls for her when they visit the Weasleys. Just cute and romantic,pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease!


Could you write a Charlie Weasley imagine? With much kissing involved?

“Are you excited, Y/N?” 

“Oh yeah, it will be so much fun to be surrounded by strange people who I have never met before!” Y/N sassed, glaring at her younger sister.

“Most people would be a little weirded out by the fact they are going to meet wizards, than meeting people in general.” Hermione replied, smiling at her older sister.

“Dude, I found out my little sister was a witch at age nineteen. Which was only four years ago. Sorry, but nothing surprises me anymore.”

The Granger girls walked through the gate to the Burrow to see multiple gingers flying via broomsticks as lights flashed and a red leather ball was tossed back and forth.

“Except that.”

“You haven’t seen a lot of magic, have you?” Hermione questioned, smirking.

“Sorry that I’m a muggle,” Y/N frowned, gently shoving her younger sister to the side.

“You should be,” one of the gingers said, landing his broom.

“It’s no fun not using magic,” another ginger continued, landing next to his clone.

“Well, I’ve been doing fine without it,” Y/N responded, smirking at the twins. “I’m Y/N Granger by the way.”

“Fred Weasley.” The first twin said.

“And I’m George.”

“Meaning you’re George and you’re Fred,” Y/N said, pointing to the opposite if who said what name.

“How’d you know?” George questioned, astonished.

“I have identical twins for best friends. Sorry, but none of your little twin-y tricks are going to work on me, boys.”

“Come on,” Hermione laughed, rolling her eyes as she pulled her smirking sister forward. “Let’s go introduce you to everyone else.”

The quartet made their way across the vast lawn, with Y/N easily joking with the twins. As they drew closer to the house, the elder Granger stared at it. The Burrow was several stories with multiple chimneys. It looked colorful and welcoming. Y/N was already in love with it.

“Hey, Hermione!” Another ginger appeared, looking to be near Hermione’s age. “Is this your sister?”

“Yeah, it is,” Hermione replied. “Y/N, this is Ron. Ron, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” Ron said.

“You as well.”

“Is Harry here yet?” Hermione asked.

“No,” Fred interrupted the two friends. “We’re going to pick him up on Sunday.”


A loud feminine voice broke through the multiple conversations happening in the yard.

“Yes, Mum?!” Ron called back, turning to face the house. 

A middle-aged red-haired women appeared in the doorway. “Let Hermione’s sister sit down, you four. She must be exhausted from walking for so long.”

“I’m sure she’s fine, Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione tried to say, but Mrs. Weasley ignored her, bustling out the door to gently tug the older sister inside. She pulled Y/N into the kitchen muttering to herself about ‘rude children’ and ‘manners’.

Mrs. Weasley lightly pushed Y/N into a chair and set a bowl of fruits in front of her. “Hello, dear,” she said, sitting down next to her. “I’m Molly Weasley. You must be starving. Have some fruit.”

“Oh, uh, thank you Mrs. Weasley,” Y/N laughed.  “I’m Y/N Granger.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, dear. And, please, call me Molly. We’re both adults. Right? If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you, dear?”

“It’s nice to meet you as well, Mrs. Weas- Molly,” Y/N responded, nibbling on the fresh fruit in front of her. “And I’m 22.”

“Same age as my second oldest, Charlie,” Molly stated. “He’s around here somewhere. He’s rarely home and now that he is, I could swear that boy has been avoiding me.”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Y/N said, smiling at the older woman slightly, “Why is Charlie never home?”

“Oh, he moved to Romania,” Molly sighed, leaning back in her seat. “He decided to work with dragons after leaving Hogwarts.”

“Really?” Y/N whispered, her eyes lighting up with wonder. She had always loved animals, and dragons. Well, they were dragons. Hermione had mentioned a few magical creatures to her before, such as the hippogriff Hermione had helped save from it’s execution. 

“Oh, yes,” Molly replied, missing the look of amazement that had crossed Y/N’s face. “I fear all of my children have a thing for danger, except Percy, perhaps. Bill’s a curse breaker in Egypt. Fred and George have nearly broken the record for most detentions. Ron decided to befriend a magnet for trouble - but both Harry and Hermione are lovely children, of course. And Ginny - well I’m surprised she didn’t get sorted into Slytherin, what with her cunning. When she was younger, she used to sneak out at night to steal the boys brooms and practice flying.”

Y/N grinned. The more she was around the Weasleys, the more she could tell they all cared for each other very much. They were a very close-knit family, rather like the Grangers; only with double the members. Even with the constant arguments and yelling and adventures they all seemed to have, they still seemed to be a perfect family to the eldest Granger. Y/N had always loved chaos and it seemed The Burrow was the perfect to find it.

“But enough about my crazy children,” Molly stated. “What do you do for a living, Y/N?”

“Oh, I’m a vet.”

“A what?”

“Oh, right. I forgot you wouldn’t know what that meant,” Y/N laughed slightly. “It’s short for veterinarian. I work with animals, to treat and nurse them back to health.”

“Sounds like you and Charlie are very similar,” Molly smiled kindly. “He’s always loved animals.”

“What about me, Mum?”

The fifth ginger of the day entered the kitchen. He was muscular with burns and scars covering most of his body, and looked to be just a few inches taller than Y/N. His eyes were the same shade of brown as his mother’s with the same kindness in them, and with a dash of endless adventure. All in all, he was extremely alluring to Y/N.

“Charlie!” Molly exclaimed, standing from her seat. “Where have you been? You said you would help me with dinner.”

“Sorry, Mum,” Charlie apologized, kissing his annoyed mother on the cheek although his eyes trailed to the very attractive stranger sitting at his kitchen table. “I was spending time with Ginny. I don’t get to spend time with her very much either.”

“Hmm,” Molly pouted, but she seemed to be satisfied with his answer. “Either way, you need to learn to stick to your word.”

“Of course, Mother.” But Charlie was no longer paying attention. He was staring at the stranger, and judging by her delicate blush, she could tell. Molly Weasley could tell as well. It seemed that her second oldest son was falling head-over-heels for a girl, whom he had never even heard speak. 

Smirking, Molly caught the pairs attention. “Well if you are going to be of no use to me, Charlie, you can show Y/N around.”

“Oh, it’s fine Molly,” Y/N interrupted, standing from her seat and bringing the empty bowl to the sink. “I should probably be leaving anyways.”

“Nonsense,” Molly scoffed. “You’re staying for dinner, and Charlie can give you a tour.”

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You wouldn’t be,” Charlie said hurriedly, trying to give himself more time to get to know captivating girl.

“Besides,” Molly said, continuing to work on the before mentioned meal, “I’m sure you will have plenty to talk about seeing as you both work with animals.”

“You work with animals?” Charlie inquired, his brown eyes snapping back to the girl. She was slowly becoming more and more magnetic to him.

“Yeah,” Y/N answered. “I’m a vet.”

“A what?”

“There,” Molly exclaimed, pointing her wooden spoon at the two. “You see? You are already getting on well. Now get out! Go explore!”

Y/N opened her mouth to argue, but a whisper in her ear stopped her. “Just give up,” Charlie muttered. “Once she has her mind set on something, there’s no getting around it. Come on, I’ll show you the pond.”

The pair wandered side by side out the door and past yelling gingers to the woods near the gate. They walked in a comfortable silence, both content to admire the surroundings, and to steal glances at each other.

“I never caught your name,” Charlie said as he helped her over a log.

“Y/N,” she answered, smiling up at him.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, once again enraptured in her sparkling eyes. Y/N blushed once again. As they continued to walk, their fingers remained intertwined.

“Your mother said you work with dragons?” 

“Yeah,” Charlie grinned. “I do.”

“That must be amazing,” Y/N stated, with a smile to match his. “Is it hard though? To be away from your family for so long?”

“Oh yeah,” Charlie agreed. “I’m close with all my siblings, even Percy. But, I just, I needed to follow my passion. Is that weird?”

“Absolutely not,” Y/N stated. “I did the same. I live in a little village near the sea, and work as a vet. That means I treat wounded and sick animals. Not to the extent that you do, of course.”

“No,” Charlie chuckled. “I suppose not. What kinds of animals do you get?”

“Um, a lot of farm animals. Again, it’s a little village in the middle of nowhere. Pets as well. I treated a fox once. And last year, around this time, there was this huge black mutt that appeared out of nowhere. Looked deathly sick, nearly starved to death. I nursed him back to health before he disappeared again. Now he tends to come and go. I call him Snuffles.”

They had reached the pond, and were now sitting by the edge watching the fireflies dance around it. Y/N leaned her head against Charlie’s shoulder causing him to grin even wider, and wrap his arm around her.

“Tell me if this is strange,” Charlie whispered, staring at her.


“I think I might already be in love with you.” 

Y/N laughed. She didn’t find it strange at all. She herself seemed to already be in love with the handsome man in front of her. “It’s not.”

“Can I kiss you?”


Their lips met in the stillness near the pond with fireflies casting the only light besides the dark sky. Charlie’s hand raised to cup Y/N’s cheek as she inched closer to him. 

“So you want to give this a shot?” Charlie asked, biting his lip as he looked at the exquisite girl in front of him.


Back at the Burrow, the rest of the party was inhaling a delicious dinner. Arthur Weasley studied his children and guest, mentally counting them up in his head.

“Molly,” he trailed, turning to face his very smug looking wife. “Where’s Charlie?”

“I suspect he’s snogging Y/N, Hermione’s sister, by the pond,” she smirked.

“I thought we talked about your match-making!”

“Oh, hush!”

I hope you all enjoyed!! My family kept interrupting me, but this one seemed to just flow out!


Le Mouvement Final - Spoiler Free Report

*Warning - long ass post. 

I went to see the musical in Tokyo 4 times this year! I had only planned on seeing it 3 times, but well… 😅 Before my first show I got my nails done at my usual place, Cocotte in Harajuku. I asked for the planets (/moon) for each senshi plus shooting stars for the lights. To see more of Mashima’s incredible work, check out his insta! He paints every tiny detail by hand with itty bitty brushes. 

Wednesday, September 13
I went to this show by myself, but was able to meet up with the lovely @redcat36 @miniaturephantomprincess and @clockworkangel ! Everyone was super sweet and it was wonderful to be able to share the myu experience with fellow international moonies who were just as crazy for the cast as me.😆 This was also the fateful day in which I made the mistake of buying just enough can badges to get myself hooked. My seat was in the 6th row on the left side (facing the stage) so my view was good other than occasionally having a few things blocked by cast members or set pieces. I’m very glad that I wasn’t alone in how much crying I was doing throughout the show. Everyone around me had tissues out and you could hear sniffling throughout the theater. That evening Hinari played Chibi Chibi, and you could hear the whole theater squeal when she first appeared on stage. TOO. CUTE. 💖 Poor Shuu had a lot of mishaps - she flubbed one line, her suspenders popped off, and she almost missed touching Sayaka’s hand during THAT scene. After the show there was a Starlights + Kakyuu sendoff, which went by WAY too fast. I later learned I could slow it down a bit and am sad I didn’t do this for the Lights, but alas. After the show we waited outside the theater to say goodbye to the cast. Hinari gave everyone high fives (AWW) and the Lights stopped to talk to people for a bit! Saki shook my hand and noticed my Kuma Crafts Star Yell necklace and said my Galaxia + Animamates t-shirt was cool.💚

Friday, September 15
This time I went with my good friend @kaikinapela  and once again met up with the other girls. This was one of the “fanclub service days” which I have to say was a disappointment. The possible prizes were a photoshoot with the cast, a signed pamphlet, or… a sticker. As you can probably guess, we all got the sticker. I think they could have done better for a third prize, especially considering the sticker was the same image as the flyer. They could have at least given us an original photo! We did, however, miraculously manage to get first row seats through the fanclub! The picture of the stage above is from that seat. I’m not sure it quite does justice to how crazy close we were. The actresses were all about 2 feet in front of my eyes, it was insane. Several times I got distracted from the show by just staring at whoever was in front of me. This is when I learned that Kobayashi Yuka (Seiren) has a belly button piercing lol. This day I also had AMAZING luck with can badges - I managed to pick two signed ones! Rimo and Kaede💛💚  This night Chise was playing Chibi Chibi and she got just as much of a gasp from the crowd at her adorableness. She’s much smaller than Hinari! During the curtain call I managed to catch eyes with Meiku and Mirai. Airi, who is the most adorable ball of energy on the planet, waved at us twice and made a heart with her hands in our direction.💖  She’s too cute! My friend has been trying to catch Yuga’s rose since 2013, but was sadly thwarted again - she did get an apology look from Yuga in return for her disappointed face, though.😉   

Saturday, September 16
Same group of girls for this show! This time @kaikinapela and I were seated in the 10th row in the center (right behind ROOT, the former Jadeite, incidentally). Once again I had crazy luck with can badges - this time I pulled 3! Yume, Satomi, and Saki! I still can’t believe I got my two favorite characters (Venus/Healer) and SATOMI. Yume’s signature says “Thank you very much! Let’s meet again!” and Satomi’s says “Satomi Cosmos.” The others signed their name and did a doodle. 💖  We were back to Hinari for this show. I have to say, she was my favorite (more on this later). Though I loved being so close to the stage for the other two shows, this was the first time I fully appreciated all of the visual effects. I hope everything comes through on the DVD. After the show there was a sendoff from the Inners, and this time I at least managed to properly make eye contact with each of them as we went by. 

Monday, September 18
This was my bonus show. I hadn’t managed to get tickets for it online, but loved the other shows so much I had to try to get into the Tokyo finale. I waited in the insanely long line for the same day ticket lottery and drew “awaiting cancellation (#5).” This means I was 5th in line to get a ticket if someone cancelled. I thought for sure this meant I wouldn’t get in, but no! I managed to get one of the folding chairs they added behind row 6. It was incredibly uncomfortable but WORTH IT. This meant I was in front of an aisle, which is a good place to be on the last day. During Moonlight Densetsu everyone but the villains, Cosmos, ChibiChibi, and Moon (with her giant wings) ran out into the audience. At first no one was coming down our aisle, but I made sure to hold my yellow light high and Rimo saw! She came down our row for high fives. 💛 Later Mikako made a second pass and came down our aisle too. ♥ When everyone returned to the stage to wave and bow, Rimo pointed at me, waved, and blew a kiss! I almost didn’t believe she was aiming at me since she was on the opposite side of the stage, but I was the only yellow light around. 😭 💛  That evening the inners + Tux gave short speeches, and I could see Meiku trying not to cry.💔  Poor little Chise just looked bewildered the whole time. After the show I managed to talk to all 3 of the Lights! I was wearing my signed Healer and Venus badges, so Saki gently patted her own badge and then flicked Venus in the face.😆  Meiku was very surprised when I complimented her singing - she doesn’t seem to be very confident, which is unfortunate because she’s very talented. Riona also noticed my badges and asked if I shipped Yaten/Minako. When I said yes, she said “What about Taiki/Ami?” I told her I love them too, and she wondered if she had forced me to say it (she did not). She asked me to wear a Mercury shirt next time.💙  I also met a few other lovely international moonies that evening, but sadly I don’t know their tumblrs! If you guys see this, message me!

Thanks to trading with friends, through twitter, and at the venue, both @kaikinapela and I managed to collect a full set of badges! 

Overall Impressions
I would rank this as one of the best musicals of all time - including the classic Bandai era. I will admit to being biased because the Stars arc is my favorite, but they really pulled out all the stops. The entire cast was amazing, even those who had small roles. Singing was fantastic across the board - the inners have improved a lot and all of the new cast members were great. While it was sad not having Karin stay for the “last” (last!?) musical, Mirai did a great job and was a strong singer. I think everyone will be especially blown away by Galaxia and Kakyuu (who is once again an opera singer!). If you’ve listened to any of Isuzu Coco’s music through her twitter, her Galaxia voice is so different! Much deeper and more powerful.  Poor Sayaka seemed to be sick during the Tokyo shows - her voice got progressively weaker and more hoarse. Hopefully she recovers by the finale! 

The set and visual effects dramatically improved with Amour Eternal and this musical continues that trend. Hotaru does some impressive running up and down moving stairs in her Eternal Moon costume, all of the attacks are projected, and we again have part of a scene projected as a video on stage. You’ll see all the Sailor Crystals float away, which adds another layer of emotion to those scenes. 

Both actresses playing Chibi Chibi were adorable, but Hinari won out as my favorite. Being a little older she was able to speak all of her lines clearly (Chise’s speech was muddled) and she showed a lot more emotion in both her movements and expressions. I’m glad she’ll be on the DVD performance.

A few things were different each show (details in my spoilery post to come), so I hope some sort of compilation ends up on the DVD! 

There were lots of throwbacks to the Bandai era as well as a few references to the past Nelke era musicals. I think overall in tone this was a nice blend of the two styles - there was a lot of humor added and plenty of references to specific anime scenes, but the overall plot was manga oriented and gave proper weight to its serious moments. They find smart ways to keep the whole cast involved throughout the show, despite everyone being killed off pretty quickly (I don’t consider that a spoiler since it’s a manga plot point). 

Everyone is going to LOVE Cosmos. I was seriously shocked by how much Satomi had improved at singing. Taking lessons with Coco and Asami seriously paid off. They found a really touching way to give her a bit more story time than she had in the manga, and I think they’re quite clear about who she really is in this canon. 

This musical had a TON of original music - only two previously used songs made an appearance, and both in shortened versions. “Celestial Born” was made into it’s own song (it initially was part of “Shuketsu - Yume no Atsumaru Basho” during Amour Eternal) and “Music of the Spheres” is used briefly in battle. They save the throwback music mostly for the post-musical curtain call show, which I appreciated. For the first time since the revival of the musicals I loved ALL of the songs (Amour Eternal comes close). One of my few complaints has been the abundance of “talk singing,” where long lines of dialogue (often ripped straight from the manga) are set to awkward, stumbling melody. There is little to none of that this time, and far fewer songs are interrupted by long bits of dialogue. Hopefully sales of the Amour Eternal CD will be good enough to entice them to release another soundtrack - this time with a lot more music. 

They weren’t kidding when they said everyone has a moment to shine. I fell in love with Nyanko and Mouse, despite them having such small parts. Miraculously, even with all the dying and with an enormous cast, everyone was given enough to work with that they were able to truly embody their character. If this truly is the last musical, I’m going to be super bummed that this cast doesn’t get at least one more opportunity to show off how amazing they are. 

In Defense for Mollo101

So I assume lots of you have heard of @mollo101, and his art. If you have, you will know that he loves to draw Star Wars art, and did a lot of free commissions and requests for people a while back.

When he first started his blog, he drew ALOT of Rexsoka. Throughout his time on Tumblr, he has done so continuously, in his love for the pairing. I loved a lot of his art, and had great respect for his skill and talent.

But as of recently I have been seeing posts like this drifting around-

I get why some people are furious, and I do understand your frustration. As a single woman, I do feel your anger when it comes to this sort of art. But, let me ask you this. Does that make it right for you to make a whole hate post about him, hating on his art and what he does? Saying that he’s a pedophile? In your eyes, that’s what he may be. But does that make it right to post something like that?

Also, what you call “Child Ahsoka” is not so in some cases. Being from Japan, the main art style there is Anime/Manga, whatever you want to call it. This art style portrays women much younger then they actually are, such as


or this.

These girls are probably in the older teen/adult years. The anime style has a way of making women in general, seem much younger. In Japan, it is a really big deal for women to look “cute”. So he’s drawing Ahsoka from when she’s 17/18 in lots of cases, and it makes her look like she’s 13/14. I assure you, that is just the way his art style makes it, he is not purposely trying to make it look like he is making her into a tiny child.

Now I know some art he has posted is from the first two seasons of Clone Wars, in which she is 14/15. These Rexsoka posts are pretty well kept, although there is one or two pieces of them kissing. Do I think this is appropriate? No. But neither is 12 year olds kissing in school. (At least in my opinion). An underage character paired with an older aged is inappropriate I know, but shall we get into the whole age difference of Star Wars?

In the beginning seasons of Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Ahsoka was aged at 14. This would make Rex (get this) 12. He was twelve years old, two years younger than Ahsoka, and he remained that way for the rest of his life. He did look older, but that is not the point. He wasn’t older. In the later series of Star Wars, (the later seasons) He was 14-15, while Ahsoka was 16-17. Still, she’s older. The growth acceleration does not make him older than Ahsoka, which is still shown in Rebels. In rebels Rex is about an estimated age of 30, but how old does he look? 60.

In conclusion, I must agree with some of the haters in the part where drawing nudes and sex pictures of Rex and Ahsoka when she was at the age of 14 was not appropriate, and I can understand why it makes them mad. But he also draws them during the Rebels time period, which I know several people who ship them only in that time frame. I myself ship them in all time frames, but do not believe anything like that should be going on till at least after the later series.

Rexsoka is a great ship, and while I understand the reasons it makes some people mad, but in canon, is pretty innocent. It’s not even an actual pairing in canon. Blowing your top over someone’s fan art is not going to help. Instead, just ignore it and scroll past it, and if your that concerned about it appearing on your feed, block him. But don’t be making crappy posts against him, when other people like him. It’s one, not courteous or considerate, and two, just plain out rude. It’s not hard to click a button and block the person. I do the same thing for people who heavily ship things I don’t like and it all appears on my feed. It’s done silently, and without issue. Just take this into consideration please. 

And Mollo, I really do support you. I may not agree with you on a few things, but I support you. Have a nice day.

A Study In Cosmetics

because we like to steal your fanfics, @grumpy-swoop

here’s the prompt

Read it on ao3

“Harry, Clara’s here!”

“I’ll be down in a bit!”

John exhaled and stepped back from the door. “You should probably just come in, I suppose,” he said in a low voice. “When she says a bit, she really means another half an hour.”

Clara laughed and slipped into the living room, taking a seat on the couch. “It’s fine. I’ve gotten used to it.”

John smiled at his sister’s date. Harry had changed so much since she met Clara– she’d gotten happier. His eyes flicked over the girl’s face before they slid back to the floor.

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Interview With @danaterrace by  Fulle Circle Magazine

Storyboard Artist, Animator and Director Dana Terrace stops by Fülle Circle to discuss the race cars, lasers and aeroplanes that may or not be in her next big project (with Showrunner Matthew Youngberg and Co-Producer/Head Writer Frank Angones), Disney XD’s nostalgic return to Duckburg in a reimagining of the 1987 series, DuckTales. We also discuss Gravity Falls, her childhood obsession with cats, the appeal of Carl Barks, and her advice for aspiring animators.  

Jason Anders: Do you remember the first cartoon you fell in love with as a kid?
Dana Terrace: I had always watched cartoons as a kid, but the first thing I obsessed over was Pokémon. It was 1999, I was eight years old, and I wanted a furry friend with magical powers to beat people up for me. I watched everything else but I never missed a new Pokémon episode. I didn’t know what an animator was, but I knew “I want to do that - whatever it is.”
JA: What first influenced you to start drawing and what were your favorite things to draw?
DT: I don’t know when I started. I’ve been drawing since I could hold a pencil. What encouraged me to continue was that every time I sat down with a marker and pad of paper the adults would leave me alone. I was an anti-social kid so when I discovered this trick I used it as much as I could.
I was big into cats. Every character was either a cat or a cat-girl in a dress being chased by ghosts and dinosaur ghosts. One of my favorite drawings from 1998 shows a cat-girl swinging by a vine over a pit of lava, and the cat is saying “this SUKS” (suks crossed out twice and rewritten in all caps).

JA: Was DuckTales a show that you were into as a kid?
DT: Nope! I never watched it until I was hired onto the show. I watched a bunch of episodes for study but had a hard time with the relationship between Webby and the triplets. It felt hateful and mean. That’s something I love about the writers on our show, they treat Webby like one of the kids and make her a joy to board! Besides that, I’ve read a lot of Carl Barks/Don Rosa comics. Those are just delightful.

I feel like I should add a caveat: Though I didn’t grow up with the original show, literally everyone else on the crew did - all of the writers, board artists, designers, directors, etc. They are very aware of keeping the “spirit” of the show intact. I just wanted to work on a show with cute animals going on adventures.

JA: Where are you from originally?
DT: I’m from New Haven County in Connecticut. Then I was in NYC for four years to go to college.
JA: Is college a path you’d encourage for those who want to pursue a career in animation?
DT: My time at School of Visual Arts was a mix of experiences. It wasn’t perfect. I made some great friends there and they had the facilities I needed to make my own short films. However, I found the program lacking in actual knowledge of how the industry works. Many of the teachers hadn’t worked in the industry for over twenty years and were very out of the loop with how things worked. Of course there were exceptions; I had some amazing animation/layout teachers and a couple of figure-drawing teachers who completely changed the way I approached drawing. But because we were so far away from LA studios it was hard for us to imagine what an active professional looked like. I learned a lot from my peers, online tutorials, and students from CalArts and Gobelins that I would talk to in forums.

I don’t want to discourage anyone from doing anything just because of my singular experience. It all comes down to the individual. Some people have amazing experiences in school, I didn’t. Art school isn’t for everyone, especially those in financial straights, but there are alternatives! There are a million online classes students can take that offer a solid animation education by current working professionals at a fraction of the cost. It takes a lot of hard work and dedication to strike out on your own but it isn’t impossible. I hope students look at both options very carefully to decide what’s best for them!

JA: How did you land a job working on Gravity Falls, and what was your immediate reaction to the offer?
DT: It was strange! I hadn’t watched Gravity Falls before they contacted me and sent a storyboarding test. Someone on the crew found my Tumblr and liked my drawings enough to email me! I did the test and they immediately wanted to bring me on as a revisionist. At the same time I was waiting to hear back from Steven Universe for a position. I was leaning more towards SU, I was a fan of Rebecca Sugar ever since I saw her films at SVA, but they took too long to reply and I needed a job so I half-heartedly accepted Gravity Falls’ offer. I think it turned out alright.
JA: What is your fondest memory of working on Gravity Falls?
DT: There are so many good memories on Gravity Falls - drinking with the crew and playing Smash Bros., drunkenly playing Smash Bros. with the crew, etc.
One memory I go back to is storyboarding on “Dipper and Mabel Vs the Future.” There was a scene where Mabel is sadly looking through her scrapbook while Stan attempts to cheer her up. It was a real “father/daughter” kind of moment and, having lost my own father around Mabel’s age, I poured my heart into it. I don’t know how much of that came out in the finished animation, especially after some things were cut for time, but it was the first time I didn’t get notes from my director. If I went back I’d change a million things, but I remember being very satisfied and proud at that moment. JA: How did the opportunity of working on the new DuckTales present itself?
DT: The Line Producer for DuckTales was also LP for season two of Gravity Falls. When she heard I was looking for work in November 2015 she hit me up! I was originally offered a boarding position, but I had just finished boarding for a few projects that left a bad taste in my mouth. So I took a chance and asked if they had a director’s position open. Fortunately, they did - and even more fortunately, they were desperate enough to try me out!
JA: What do you love most about DuckTales, both the new and original show?
DT: I can’t say much about the original show, but I’m a big fan of the Carl Barks comics. What I love the most is the way he drew Scrooge and Donald. Their closed-eye designs were so cute and their smiles so appealing. Happily, we’ve integrated some of those Barks-isms into our designs.
I feel so biased talking about the show I worked on. Of course I love it! The scripts are funny, the characters have depth, and best of all Webby has an actual goddamn personality besides “girl”. She’s my favorite character to work with. I think people will appreciate what we’ve done with her.

JA: What can we expect from the new series?
DT: Same as the old; really cute animal characters going on adventures, but with a little more personality for the kids and a little more depth for every character all-around. I think people will like it!
JA: What is your all-time favorite piece of animation?
DT: If you’re talking about animation as in “which piece of pure context-less piece of art do I like”, I go back to the scene in Ghost in the Shell when Major Kusanagi’s arms are being ripped apart while trying to defeat a terrorist robot, or the marching parade in Paprika, or just the little looped GIFs made by talented friends like Jeff Liu, Spencer Wan and Toniko Pantoja.
Just for the sake of narrowing it down, my favorite animated movie is Princess Mononoke. It’s stunning, heart-breaking and otherworldly. Without fail I start crying ten minutes into the film every time. I’m awful to watch it with. JA: What inspires you?
DT: The inevitability of death! Before I die I want to make sure I put 120% into my passion.
JA: What advice would you give to artists who are just starting out and trying to get their foot in the door?
DT: I say this all the time: DRAW! Draw every goddamn day. Or write every day, if that’s your thing, and show your work to people, online and offline. Learn how to take critique and never let yourself hide behind “styles”. That’s how amateur artists stay amateurs. If you want to get into animation it will behoove you to be versatile. At the end of the day, the quality of your work is all that matters.
JA: How would you describe yourself in three words?
DT: Very. Tired. UUUGHHH.

Virtual Woes

AN: y'all remember that tumblr!au I was asked by a very amazing Anon! I did it. I hope it makes sense!
Pairing: SasuHina
Rating: T (swearing)

Installment: Next: [2],[3][4]


Hinata grabbed her cellphone and bounced onto her bed. Crawling to her usually spot, she made herself comfortable and opened up Tumblr. She smiled with a certain happiness that only virtual friends can give.

His name was the first one on her dashboard. “Oh goodness…” She whispered and clicked on his icon. He changed it a few days ago to a cartoon hawk…with shades and a leather jacket. He was a well known artist in their fandom…

Hinata thought it was so cute.

Hinata nodded to herself and scrolled through. Someone was informing him of an art thief. He reblogged a few black and white photos and some post between him and another artist: ‘Ramen-Doodles’…aka Naruto. He was a wild card. Never knew what he would post.

-OhMySharinGod:“@ramen-doodles you literally drew a bowl of ramen with legs?? Tf?”
-Ramen-Doodles: “BUT were they nice legs???”
-OhMySharinGod: “…yeah, turned me on, tbh.

Hinata giggled and liked the post. She continued scrolling and paused to see his 6-selfie tagged photoset. Sasuke was so… Well, he was 2,678 notes.

Anonymous asked:do you like nudes?
OhMySharinGod answered:knees and elbows only.

Hinata tried to limited her liking and reblogging but he was so funny! Blunt but funny.

Anonymous asked:do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend?
OhMySharinGod answered:nah, senpai won’t notice my ass.

Anonymous asked:OMG WHO IS UR SENPAI?
OhMySharinGod answered:She’s a writer. Our love is taboo. Obviously.

Hinata squeaked. She writes! Not often… Not enough to be anyone’s “senpai.” She sighed and continued scrolling.

-Ramen-Doodle asked:tell her asshole. you could draw her like one your hawkdaddy doodles.
-OhMySharinGod answered:how about you shut the fuck up. Get out of my inbox, slug.
-Ramen-Doodle reblogged: slug?? I just want to find your Cinderalla! @kibblesandbitches @wetwillysui help me find this dick’s girl
-OhMySharinGod reblogged: I’m blocking your ass
-KibblesandBitches reblogged: AYE SASUKE IS IN LOVE
-WetWillySui reblogged:Buddy, @ her so she knows it’s real. You lame ass fool.
-OhMySharinGod reblogged: GET OFF MY POST!!!

Hinata couldn’t help but laugh. They all knew each other in real life. Sasuke posted pictures of them meeting up. It was awesome and–

She got a new message.

Anonymous asked:so, what have you been up to? Good to see you’re active again.
LionessHeart8 answered:oh? Life has been a bit crazy but I’m trying to catch up again!

She went back to Sasuke’s blog and continued laughing at his friends. She always missed the good stuff working at night. Another message came in.

Anonymous asked:mm, I understand. (Same Anon) hey, are you participating in the Ninja World month? I think you should. I miss your writing, you know?
LionessHeart8 answered:miss my writing? Anon, you’re too sweet. I’m really not good.

Hinata didn’t messages often…well, there were a few. It wasn’t like she was popular. She stayed in her lane and shipped the crackiest ships in Ninja World.

OhMySharinGod asked:wtf do you mean ‘really not good?’ You’re great.
OhMySharinGod asked:fuck…that was supposed to be Anonymous!

Hinata promptly squealed and her heart raced terribly in her ear.

OhMySharinGod asked: whatever too late…you should get back to writing so we can fucking collab.

Hinata swallowed hard and replied.

LionessHeart8 answered: Me?? I love your art! I…I kinda stalk your blog and I…I’m so happy.


Sasuke sighed in relief to see that come in private. Great, she was smart. His followers were crazy at times. He sat at his computer staring at her icon. It was a picture of her being caught laughing. It was so…

“I need her number like now…” He grumbled.

He flinched seeing another message.

LionessHeart8 asked:WAIT you want to collab with me?? It would be an honor!

Sasuke covered his face. “She’s the one obviously.”

He saw Naruto new post:
Ramen-Doodles:I should have known Sasuke’s first crush would be someone that doesn’t have to deal with his ass physically.

Sasuke rolled his eyes and continued to message Hinata. She thought she was stalking his blog? He was subscribed to hers.

“Fuck,” he mumbled. “…I’m collabing with her.” They were basically married now, right?


Hinata left her phone to go jump on her younger sister. “I’m collabing with Sasuke! Me? He likes me…I think.”

Hanabi laughed as her sister left just as fast as she came in. Hinata fell onto her bed. “Me!”

Give me a sign

Originally posted by xmendaily

Title: Give me a sign 

Pairing: Warren Worthington x Reader

Warnings: Language

Request: Please someone write a fanfic that is either Alex summers X reader, Peter maximoff X reader, or warren w iii X reader when reader was asked out by some guy they liked but turns out it was a joke and then one of the 3 men listed above, who has a crush on reader, comforts them and then reader starts to like him - @tridevil (+ @trafalgarlau requested to be tagged)

Word count: 1853

A/N: Saw this request floating out in Tumblr space and this happened. Tempted to write the prompt for all three characters, but for now it’s just Warren.


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Exo Reaction to You Sleeping Till Noon

A/N: I’ve been wanting to try some of these since I’ve started Tumblr so I finally thought of one. It’s probably not a good reaction but I have to start somewhere. Anyway here it is, enjoy.

DO: It would be one of Exo’s rare days off. You were still sleeping and DO was waiting for you to waking up so he could spend the day with you. He would glance at the time and realize you weren’t waking up any time so he went to the kitchen. He’d make your favorite meal. As it was done, he would bring it in the room. His attempt to wake you with food work because of the smell of his delicious food.

Originally posted by daenso

Kai: He would use his dogs. He would get them both on the bed and start playing with them until they started crawling all over you. “Come on Monggu, we have to wake her up. What was that Jjanggu? You want her to spend time with Y/N…me too.”

Originally posted by mybeautifulautumn

Xiumin: He would see you laying in bed, still fast asleep and immediately get an idea of how to wake you. He’d get in the bed next to you and tightly wrap his arms around you. When you slightly opened your eyes to meet his he would start his signature aegyo. “Babe wake up, please. We can’t spend time together if you sleep all day.”

Originally posted by laywithmexiuchen

Sehun: He would be sitting on the couch flipping through the tv channels but not paying attention to what was actually on. With each passing second, he would get more bored waiting for you to wake and when he couldn’t take it anymore he’d decide to wake you up. “Y/N, wake up.” He would shake you several times and when you rolled away from him, he would find his only option was to push you off. Glaring at him for his actions would cause him to look at you with his arms crossed, “I was promised bubble tea.” Then he’d leave you to get ready.

Originally posted by damnitsehun

Luhan: He would be right next to you…also still sleeping. You and him both stayed up late talking and enjoying each others company since you both haven’t seen the other in a while.

Originally posted by dawnlus

Tao: (ignore Sehun) He would start by taking some pics of you. “You’re so cute when you sleep” he mumbled. When he noticed you were starting to wake up, he’d start a video. “Y/N, you are still sleeping.” He raised the volume of his voice a bit more, “It’s past noon so you should be up so we can hang out.” After that, he would look past the camera at you. Seeing you looking at him would cause him to smile. “Good afternoon, babe” he’d say in a sassy tone.

Originally posted by jonnasexoticworld

Baekhyun: He would go up you where you were still sleeping and place kisses in random places all over you face; forehead, temple, cheeks, and nose. “Wake up, Y/N.” He’d kiss you several times again, “It’s past 12.” At this time you would be awake but he wouldn’t stop with a big smile on his face. The only way to stop him from continuing was to pull his face towards you and finally get a kiss on the lips from him.

Originally posted by rxxbinc

Suho: He’d turn into the concerned ‘mom’. Once he glanced at the time on his phone and saw it was just past noon and you were still sleeping, he’d immediately go check on you. “Y/N, are you feeling ok? Have you not been able to sleep well lately?” Once you reassured him that you were just tired he would smile and either let you go back to sleep or bring you food while telling you that it is bad to skip meals.

Originally posted by 89ner

Chen: He and the others would come back to the dorm for their intermission between schedules. Once he walked into the room you two shared he’d smile at the sight of you still at the time it was. Then he would climb on the bed careful not to step on you and start jumping. After a few seconds, he’d start chanting in a sing-song voice, “Wake up, Y/N.” You were now fully awake. He would smile at you despite the glare he was getting. “I’m home.” 

Originally posted by blondejongin

Lay: He walked into his room to check on you and when he’d see you still sleeping he would walk over to the bed and kneel by you. After gently pressing a kiss to your cheek he would ask, “Are you awake baby girl?” You would open your eyes but shut them again quickly, “10 more minutes.” He would smile as you snuggled into your blanket. “Okay, but only because you look so pretty when you sleep.” He’d then tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before leaving; making a mental note to check on you again in 10 minutes.

Originally posted by wooyoung

Kris: He stood in the doorway looking at your sleeping figure. As he stared at you, inspiration would suddenly hit him. He’d run into the other room to get his pad of paper and a pencil. After he pulled up a chair and sat in it, he would begin drawing you. When he was done he would start shaking you, “Y/N look. I drew you.” Your eyes would open halfway and you looked at the paper. “It’s good” you spoke while sitting up to get a better look. You didn’t have the heart to tell him what it really looks like. 

Originally posted by kris-tastic

Chanyeol: (Not my gif) As soon as he would see you still sleeping he would go into the other room quickly and get his guitar. Coming back into the room and sitting in the chair that was now next to the bed, he’d start playing. You recently told him that you loved his performance of ‘All of Me’ so he thought now was the best time to sing it to you. You woke up at the sound of his voice but decided to pretend to continue sleeping just in case he planned on stopping once you opened your eyes. He finished singing, “I know you’re awake. Did you like that?” You opened your eyes nodded and smiled as he added, “Even if you woke up, I would’ve still finished because I mean every word.”

You cannot properly kiss a fifteen year old girl

Mirror of the Witch debuted this week and all of my very intense feelings reared up as discussion popped up again on tumblr. Since I don’t like jumping into other people’s conversations, I decided to organize my feelings here. 

There appear to be three main themes inside the discussion that I want to address because this essay isn’t letting me sleep at night–outrage and confusion at the age gap, the Wait and See viewing approach, and Noona Romance. 

Age Gap Outrage

I’m going to start with a little story. When I was in college, I had a roommate who would constantly rent movies and drag us into a movie night. One night, she rented Princess of Thieves which is a 2001 made for TV movie staring a fifteen year old Keira Knightly as the daughter of Robin Hoon and Stephen Moyer, who at the time was nearly thirty, as the secret son of King Richard and her love interest. It is a cute romantic adventure with hijinks, love, and thrilling action. 

It came with special features and I love watching how movies are made. The next day, while I was avoiding my class reading, I popped in the dvd and watched the interviews with the cast. It was standard fare, lots of praise for Keira Knightly’s maturity in her performance and jokes about the difficult stunts. I remember being confused at all the male actors constantly praising her maturity and skill as an actress until the interviewer asked Stephen Moyer what was the most difficult part of filming. His response has stuck with me for nearly a decade.

The kissing scene. Because you cannot properly kiss a fifteen year old girl

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Virtual Woes (4)

AN: this is one is what I like to call a “bridge” chapter. The chapter that takes you over into the real story. Also please note the time skips. It’s been a few months since they first “met” online.
Pairings: SasuHina
Rating: T (swearing)

Installment: [1][2][3]NEXT: [5]


Virtual Woes 4


Hinata was blushing profusely. “You d-drew me?” She questioned softly. Her hands were covering majority of her red face.

“Did I mess up?” Sasuke stopped drinking his soda and watched the girl in his screen. He was glad she couldn’t see his legs shaking. That’s right, from the bust up Sasuke was the picture of nonchalant but his heart and below was out of control. “I’ll take it down if you want?”

“No,” she squealed, peeping through her fingers. “It was so…cute.”

He immediately relaxed. That was good because it got tons of reblogs and…

“Thanks.” He sipped his soda and nodded. “I have a question– wait, calm down. Your face.”

She shook her head. “It’ll fade,” giggled Hinata and she tapped her ruby cheeks. “What’s your, um, question?”

“You can write whatever you want, yes?” She tilted her head, not understanding completely. “You could write about yourself and whoever, yeah?”

Her blush wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon but she didn’t skip a beat, “Can’t you?”

“I could.”

She looked away. “I could too.”

“Have you?”

“H-have you?” Her voice heightened in pitch. Sasuke chewed on a fry with a smirk. “You’re embarrassing me! I am not admitting anything.” Her cheeks puffed.

He bit his lip and leaned towards the screen. “I think you’re lying.”

“I’ll hang up.” She whispered. He was incredibly good-looking.


Sasuke nodded for a truce then froze when his door busted open. Naruto was standing there laughing. “Watching porn again?”

“Get out,” Sasuke bit out.

Naruto walked over and pushed Sasuke out of his rolling chair. “My, my! A girl? Hey!”

Hinata gasped in the screen. “Ramen-Doodles!”

“You follow–” he was pushed back out the way. Sasuke sat back down in front of the camera. “Don’t be an ass! Share the seat.”

“No. Go home dick.”

Naruto sat on Sasuke’s lap and adjusted the laptop. “So…you follow me? Oh shit…this is the girl isn’t it?” He looked back at Sasuke’s scowl then to Hinata’s blush. “She is. You are.”

“Please go to hell.” Sasuke pushed Naruto off him again. After about two minutes of bickering like an old couple…they ended up sharing the desk chair.


Hinata shifted uncomfortably seeing two very attracted boys staring at her. Naruto was grinning like a fox and ate some of Sasuke’s fries. “I just want to watch. Talk. Go on. Talk to her.”

Hinata’s face was burning from staying this red. “I…”

“I’m - sorry,” mumbled Sasuke.

Naruto’s blue eyes were so striking. She couldn’t stop staring honestly. “Ne, she’s cute, Sasuke.” Hinata’s cheeks inflated. He leaned towards the screen and clapped his hands. “Fucking adorable! Look at her!”

“Go home.” Sasuke hissed. “Go.”

Naruto waved him off. “So you should know I asked for your number for him because he’s a dork.”

“I know,” she giggled. “He is.”

Naruto groaned loudly and threw his arms around the grumpy male. “Sasuke…look - at - her.” He shook him with every word.

Sasuke couldn’t frown more. “I see her. I know all of this.”

“So you agree? You think she’s pretty.” He teased and squeezed the male’s cheek.

“Hyuuga, I must go.” Sasuke whispered. She blinked a few times. “I don’t want you to witness a murder.”

Hinata just smiled. “Oh…alright.”

Her screen went blank. She closed her laptop and fell back on her bed and clutched her heart. “I like him…so much. So very much.” She rolled on her stomach and buried her face in her trusty pillow.

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anonymous asked:

hi!! i'm rly inspired by your art and i was wondering you had like any tips or anything for someone just starting to draw?

first of all, thank you so much!!!! im so happy to hear that my art inspires you, tbh that’s the best thing to hear as an artist. 

people are always giving similar advice to beginning artists: ‘go back to the basics’, things like drawing realism, still life, using different mediums, etc., and while that IS important!! i’m gonna share some stuff that has really helped me out personally that’s more than just going back to the basics (warning: text wall ahead)

  • draw a lot! you don’t have to draw every day. you have a life, don’t think you have to spend every spare moment drawing.  i personally benefit from drawing every day, but not everyone does. don’t stress yourself out. you only drew a cat on the back of a receipt today? who cares! you drew something. you practiced. you’re improving 
  • doodling works wonders. scribble, doodle, draw weird shapes, pretend you’re in middle school and draw a bunch of eyes and nothing else. it’s practice, it’s fun, AND it’s good for muscle memory and improving your sketching/inking skills 
  • make an art insp tag on your blog! add art you really love to it. go through the tag when you want to draw and want some inspiration on what to do. just get really involved in looking at other peoples’ art!! art is nice and you’ll get a better eye for how to make pretty pieces. i personally have a character insp AND a general art insp tag!
  • draw things you’re not used to drawing. you draw humans all the time? draw some animals! don’t know how to draw architecture/cars/feet/etc.? give it a try anyway, you’ll only figure out how to draw it if you try. your first attempt sucked? yeah, so did everyone else’s. keep going, you’ve already gone past the first step!
  • on that note though, don’t be afraid to draw what you want. ‘self indulgent’ art is good art, draw what you love to draw! i personally love drawing wings, dresses, and cute girls. i draw a LOT of those things simply because they’re fun 
  • you’ll make bad art. beginners make bad art, professionals make bad art. who cares! you made bad art, but you made art, and that’s the first step to making good art. dont be afraid to make something that you won’t be incredibly proud of 
  • you don’t need good supplies to make good art! i use a $40 monoprice tablet, an outdated version of SAI, and some fairly cheap sketchbooks. don’t think you need to go out and buy all the best stuff
  • use resources!! books are great, some of my favorites include Richard William’s The Animators Survival Kit and Joe Weatherly’s The Weatherly Guide to Drawing Animals, though i primarily work from online resources. books are expensive. if you can’t afford them, don’t worry. ive found some greates online resources, such as from cedarseed, Griz and Norm, and things like online figure drawing sites! there are lots of tumblrs for sharing art resources, i def recommend following some! i have a big art resources tag here to check out
  • final note: don’t forget the importance of color! coloring is SO FUN imo, and as a person who got into learning about color theory late, i’d really recommend learning at least the basics. it really opens up a new level of experimentation and just having fun making art. color other peoples’ art (with permission!). use crayons. use colors that you wouldn’t expect to go well together. have a good ol’ time

anyway i hope some of that was helpful- go out and just start making art! work on practicing specific things, but also just draw what’s fun- believe me, it’s doing more than you think 

anonymous asked:

Do you think you could write something about Nico getting jealous and insecure because he thinks that Will has feelings for another boy/girl? Like they get into a big fight and one of them (maybe both eventually) cries and then they make up and theres some cute and fluffy makeup cuddles and kisses? I really love your blog and your writing alot ~~~

thank u friend

this got kinda long but im real lazy and don’t feel like getting off my lazy butt to go and use an actual computer to put in a cut

why is tumblr mobile this way


There was no reason for me to worry.

Or at least, that’s what I tried to convince myself.

Will wasn’t mine to hold on to, not really. The rules of our relationship were fuzzy, and they always had been. No one ever tells you about how hard the ‘get together’ process is.

But still, the tiny and pretty Demeter kid hung around Will like a plague and I felt jealousy take root in my bones.

Their name was Bellino, and they had feathery brown hair that stuck up all the time and always had petals and flowers stuck in it. They always wore a nervous and tight lipped smile on their delicate face, and their eyes shone like winter grass. Bellino was small and cute, and next to them I felt as if I had zero chance.

Will and I sat atop Half-Blood Hill, overlooking the strawberry fields. He was humming some song that he’d come up with himself, and I was just listening. I liked hearing him, even if he didn’t think he sang or composed music as well as the other Apollo kids. He had a voice that I loved, and that was good enough for me.

I heard something stir in the grass behind us, and I willed myself to stay calm. I wasn’t in danger here.

A small and delicate tan hand placed itself on Will shoulder, and he stopped humming, looking lazily up at Bellino. A stray pink petal floated out of their hair and drifted onto my face. I didn’t brush it away.

Bellino flicked their wide eyes to me, then back to Will, their lips twitching up into a nervous smile. They tugged on Will’s shirt, giving me another glance, and motioned for him to follow them.

“Got it,” Will said, standing up and brushing off his shorts. “I’ll see you later, Nico.” He didn’t even look back as he followed Bellino.

I pushed down my bitterness, looking back over the strawberry fields and picking at the grass by my legs. The petal on my face fell to the ground, and I picked at it, too.

I missed Will’s humming.


Lately, the harpies had become a bit lazier during night patrol. Maybe it was because they knew I liked to take walks at night. Maybe it was because I bribed them a bit. Who knows.

Will didn’t know about my night walks. Why should he? It’s not like we were dating each other. Our relationship was fuzzy and weird, and I had been okay with that.

Until recently.

I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my bomber jacket, kicking at the ground as I walked. The cloying scent of the strawberries as I drew closer to the fields was almost sickening, but it did help ward off the bad thoughts.

A shape flitted through the moonlight in the corner of my eye, and I stopped walking. Probably a harpy. I turned my head anyway.

Someone was crouching down just outside the fields, their delicate frame hunched over, their hands placed firmly to the ground. I didn’t even have to see their face to know who it was.

My steps were near silent as I approached Bellino, too curious to stop them from whatever they were doing. I stopped just a yard or so away, but they still didn’t notice me. Their eyes were focused directly on the ground.

The soil by their hands pulsed and glowed just the slightest bit green, and a small stem shot up from the ground. I stared at Bellino’s face, which held no trace of their normal nervous smile, but was instead fixed in concentration. A tiny flower fell from their hair, and a bead of sweat rolled down their face.

At the very top of the stem, a flower started to form, it’s petals unfurling with great care. It wasn’t a type I recognized, not that I’m well-versed in flower species. It was a beautiful bronze color, and it glowed softly in the moonlight, as if it were made of metal.

Bellino sat back, inspecting the flower, and then they plucked it gently from the ground, taking its roots with it. They wiped a hand across their forehead, leaving a trail of soil on their skin. It was my cue to make myself known.

“You shouldn’t be out after curfew.”

They jumped back, fear making their eyes grow wide, and they immediately hid the bronze flower behind their back. A blush noticeable even by night spread across their cheeks. Their lips twitched up into a nervous smile, and the word 'sorry’ formed in that smile, but no sound came out. No one had ever heard Bellino talk.

Except Will, probably.

A twinge of something ugly stabbed at my chest, and I pushed it aside, forcing my mouth into a lopsided smile. “No big deal. Just be careful. The harpies patrol at night.”

I didn’t offer to take them back to their cabin, even though that was what I knew I was supposed to do. I just walked away, my smile instantly dropping into nonexistence and my chest hurting.

A harpy screeched in the distance, and I looked back at Bellino. They were cradling the bronze flower in their arms, smiling gently down at the glowing petals.


I had thought the flower was pretty. And I still do, even though the sight of it made me sick to my stomach.

The bronze petals shone yellow in the early morning sunlight, almost like Will’s hair. It was too damn early for this.

Bellino stood next to Will, holding the flower, which they had placed in a delicate and perfectly carved orange vase. As I watched, Bellino offered the flower to Will, their tan cheeks blazing red, and Will took the vase, his entire body seeming to light up. He smiled with all of his being, and he said something I couldn’t quite hear. Bellino pulled at a lock of their feathery hair, seemingly flustered.

Will finally turned his head somewhere other than Bellino’s direction, and he noticed me. With that same bright grin on his face, he gave me a wave.

I looked away and trudged back to my cabin. Who needed breakfast anyway?


“Are you feeling okay?”

“Of course.”

No one told him to barge into my cabin, and yet here he was, demanding to know the state of my life. Melodrama helps me deal with my problems.

“It’s just that no one’s really seen you for the past couple of days. Including me.” I curled up tighter underneath my covers, feeling as if my back were totally exposed to him.

“I’ve been busy.”

“With what?”

“Ambassador of Pluto things.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wasn’t aware that I had to tell you everything all the time.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

I was being unfair and dumb and annoying, but I had no idea how to stop myself. I wanted so badly to explain to him why I was upset, but instead I was staring at a wall and trying not to cry.

He sighed, and I felt the weight on my bed shift as he sat down on the very edge. As far away from me as possible. “Why are you upset?”

My bottom lip trembled, and I cursed myself for being so weak to my own emotions. “Don’t you have other people to do your therapist act on?”

I closed my eyes and imagined the face he was probably making right now. Pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows. The face of perfect worry.

“You’re more important to me.”

“What about Bellino?” The words slipped out before I could stop them, and my eyes flung open the second I realized what I said. My voice had been bitter and cold, and I’m sure it wasn’t hard to figure out what I was thinking.

“What does Bellino have to do with anything?”

“Nothing,” I muttered, pulling the comforter tighter around myself.

“Nico, if this relationship is going to work, then you have to talk to me-”

“Relationship?” I demanded, sitting up so fast my vision went blurry for a moment. Will blinked at me in surprise. “What relationship? We don’t have one of those!” An angry tear slipped out of my eye, and Will reached out a hand, but I wiped it away before he could even get close. “We aren’t dating, and we haven’t even talked about how things were going to be ever since this whole shit show started. Which is exactly why I shouldn’t be so jealous about some pretty little Demeter kid.”


Now that I started, it was too hard to even attempt to stop. It was always this way with Will. He had a terrible talent for getting me all worked up.

“I mean, I should’ve known, right? With nothing real keeping us together, it would only be a matter of time before you looked at all the people better than me and realized you made a bad choice. I should’ve known you’d finally look at me and see what everyone else sees. A gloomy kid who’s too skinny and too short and too weird and too much everything.”

I’m sure the amount of crying I was doing fully expressed my point. Nothing said 'unattractive’ better than a runny nose and blotchy cheeks.

“And here’s this beautiful kid with flowers in their hair and grass in their eyes, and they can grow pretty flowers that shine like metal, and their cute and good and precious and everything I’m not. I only wish you would’ve told me you didn’t want to even try with me anymore before you just ditched me.”

I rubbed angrily at my eyes and nose, knowing full well I’d just make their splotchy coloring worse, but not caring enough to stop.

“That’s not true at all,” Will replied, his voice heavy with anger. “You never said anything about not liking me leaving to help Bellino, so how was I supposed to know any of this?”

“How was I supposed to tell you? You aren’t mine, Will.”

My words hung in the air between us, and I felt my throat close up, like the weight of everything was finally killing me. I stared angrily at him, daring him to try and counter me. Daring him to disagree.

“Gods, it’s like I fell in love with a brick wall,” he finally said after a long moment, and he rubbed at his eyes, which had turned glassy sometime during our argument. “When are you going to understand that I really, really like you?”

Sure, I should’ve been happy. But I wasn’t. “I thought I did.”

He gave me a look, but I set my jaw, still giving him my angry glare. “I was helping Bellino try and ask out Ginny.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me, then?” I demanded, crossing my arms and swiping one last hand across my face.

“They made me promise not to tell anyone.” He paused, a look of guilt passed over his features. “And I didn’t think you’d be so affected.”

“Well, I was, and it sucked. A lot.”

He looked about ready to shake me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I was about ready to shake him. “We aren’t dating, Will! I don’t have the right to stop you.”

“Yeah? Well, you have the right to tell me your feelings.”

There was a knock on my cabin door before I could even think to respond. “Come in,” I called, and Will gave me a look. I ignored him.

Ginny, one of the new Hephaestus girls, stood in the doorway. Her cheeks were red, and she was holding a delicately carved orange vase with a bronze flower in it.

“Um. Hi. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” She was standing stiffly and awkwardly, which was an almost funny sight given her large stature.

“You aren’t.” Will have me another look. I ignored him again. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to thank Will,” she said, turning to Will. Her cheeks seemed to burn brighter. “For helping with Bellino. It meant a lot. To both of us.”

Will’s face softened. “No problem. Really.”

Ginny muttered another thank you, and then walked out, closing the cabin door behind her.

So Bellino didn’t give the flower to Will.

A silence hung between us, considerably less heavy than before. Finally, Will spoke up. “I just wanted to help them, Nico. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I thought about us at the top of Half-Blood Hill, Will singing softly with my head on his thigh and his hand in my hair. I thought about us idling in a canoe at the lake, talking about nothing in particular. I thought about us before I had gotten weirdly jealous.

Tears pricked at my eyes, and I scooted closer to Will, resting my forehead on his shoulder. “I don’t like not being around you.”

“I love you, too,” he replied, and I’m glad he understood.

He wrapped his arms around me, and I let myself cry into his shoulder while he whispered assurances into my ear contradicting everything bad about myself I had said earlier.

Somewhere along the line, we ended up laying down and his assurances ended up becoming a song. He was singing into my ear how much he liked my eyes and my hair and my skin and my heart, and about how I was too much everything but in the best kind of way.


I’m not sure when I had fallen asleep, but I woke up slowly to the feeling of Will running his fingers through my hair.

“Will?” I murmured, my voice slightly raspy with sleep.


“Can you be mine?” He stopped stroking my hair, and I looked up at him. “Can we start dating?”

“Yes to both of those questions,” he said, and he gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Now go back to sleep. It’s late.”

“Only if you sing to me,” I said, nuzzling myself closer to him and ignoring how the arm I was laying on was starting to fall asleep.

And so he sang to me and I fell asleep again.


Will and I met Bellino and Ginny after breakfast. A small and delicate hammer charm had been added to Bellino’s camp necklace, and Ginny had flowers placed in her curly hair.

“Hey, you two. How’s everything going?” Will asked. His hand was in mine, and there was no ugly feeling in my chest.

Bellino looked at me, their lips twitching up into a smile, though it seemed slightly less nervous than usual. They nudged Ginny softly, looking up at her with wide and adoring eyes.

“We, um,” Ginny paused, reaching into her pocket and pulling out two bracelets, “wanted to give you guys these. You know, for helping us and stuff.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Will said at the same time I said, “I did nothing.”

Bellino took one of the bracelets from Ginny, the blue one, and offered it to me.

I stared at the bracelet, realizing it matched the other one in Ginny’s hand. One was blue with a yellow flower bead, and the other was yellow with a blue flower bead.

“Are you sure?” I asked, and Bellino nodded furiously, mouthing 'thank you.’ I took the bracelet and put it on my left wrist, and Will took the other one, putting it on his right wrist. When we held hands again, the bracelets knocked together. Bellino flushed with pride.

“This is really kind of you two,” Will said, giving my hand a squeeze.

Ginny blushed, scratching the back of her neck. “No big deal.”

Just as Will and I were about to leave, I turned, looking at Bellino. “We were just about to head to Half-Blood Hill. Want to join?”

Bellino looked up at Ginny, raising their eyebrows in question. “Um, yeah, sure,” Ginny answered after a moment. “We’ll go.”


At the top of Half-Blood Hill, the scent of strawberries and wild flowers was sickeningly sweet, and I breathed it all in.

My head was on Will’s thigh, and his hand was in my hair, and he was singing a song he’d made under his breath.

Bellino sat and watched Ginny fiddle with small scrap pieces of metal, which were starting to look suspiciously like flowers.

There was no reason to worry, and, for once, I didn’t even have to try and convince myself. I knew it in my heart.

I was safe here, and I was happy here.

The sunlight warmed my face and my heart, and I let myself relax into the soft embrace of Will’s voice.


i feel like my style has changed a bit and im really diggin it?? hopefully other people dig it too

also i may have gotten a bit invested in bellino’s character sue me

Thanks for the prompt!!!

The Ad: A Dan Howell Imagine

Prompt: Dan and reader meet while filming a video. (Requested) (I may have deviated from it a little bit…)

Pairing: Dan x Reader (I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible)

Word Count: 2144 (This was longer than expected… I was inspired)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Please feel free to drop me a request! This is my first Dan imagine… Let me know what you think of it!

“C’mon, Y/N,” your friend, John, sighed. “It won’t be weird.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “Honestly, I think it’ll be weird. I think it’ll be really weird.”

John frowned. “You have money sitting on this. It’s just one sponsorship.”

You rolled your eyes before sitting down. You hated doing sponsored ads, as it was not your type of video at all. But John was right, and you didn’t want to admit it.

“I just…” you began, running a hand over your face while thinking of another excuse to use. “I don’t want to see him again.”

John sat down next to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I know,” he said softly, “but it’ll be alright. You see him, you walk out, and then you can go cheer yourself up with something with all the money you’ll get from the video.”

You thought it over for a moment. As much as you despised your ex-boyfriend for cheating on you, and as much as you didn’t want to see him again, the money you would get from doing a sponsored video with him is a pro that definitely out weights the cons.

“Fine,” you said, “but what if my fans notice I’m being weird?”

“Well, the fans never knew you were official,” John said. “So it’s not a huge deal anyways. And if any of the fans ask, just say you weren’t feeling great when you filmed it.”

Four days later, you stepped into the YouTube Space LA and sat down on one of the red, plush couches. You pulled out your phone and headed to tumblr to pass some time as you waited.

“Um, hello,” a British voice said from behind you. “You’re Y/C/N, right?”

You turned around and your eyes widened. “Holy shit…” You mumbled recognizing the tall man in front of you. “Y-Yeah, I am,” you said, holding out a hand. “Dan, it’s really amazing to meet you,” you said softly.

He shook it, smirking. “Same here, Y/N.” He let your hand go softly. “You wouldn’t happen to be here for the Under Armour sponsorship, would you?”

You nodded, a smile spreading on your face. “I am, actually… I had no clue you were doing the video with us.”

“Us?” Dan questioned, raising a brow.

“Oh, uh,” you said, running a hand through your hair. “Y/Ex/C/N and I,” you muttered, laughing awkwardly. “Although I shouldn’t say ‘us’ anymore, huh?”

“Well,” Dan said with a sigh. “Honestly, I was never a fan of his anyways. He thought he was all that and seemed like a bit of a twat, to be blunt.”

You genuinely laughed at his comment. “Well, Dan, I’m glad we can agree on that,” you said. “So… You know who I am?”

Dan chuckled softly to himself. “I mean, I’ve seen you at YouTube parties, but I’ve watched your videos even before that. Every once in a while, I stalk my subscribers on the down low, you know? Don’t you ever get curious as to who’s watching your videos?”

You nodded in agreement.

“Well, I stumbled across yours, and I must say, Y/N, I have never-”

“Dan, Y/N!” a woman in a bright yellow sport jacket and black leggings said as she power walked over to the both of you. “I’m Amy, and I’m a marketing rep for Under Armour. Pleasure to meet you both, and thank you for offering to fill in, Dan. You really are a sweetheart,” she rambled.

You looked over at Dan, who was rubbing the back of his neck. Dan offered to fill in? Now that you thought of it, it did strike you as a bit weird that Dan, out of all YouTubers, would have been picked to do an Under Armour ad.

“And Y/N, we think you’ll love the script,” Amy said, the mention of your name breaking you out of your thoughts. “It’ll definitely cause a stir, and the more people watch the ad, the more exposure for Under Amour, and the more exposure for Under Amour, the more people will want to buy our products. Plus, the two of you are marketing gold. Your fan bases will go crazy for Under Armour after this ad.”

“So, what exactly is the script again?” you asked.

An hour later, you were pacing back and forth in your dressing room, white knuckling your cell phone as you talked into the mic on your headphones.

“John, of course I’m freaking out!” you whisper hissed. “They want me to kiss Dan freaking Howell!”

John laughed on the other end of the line. “God, Y/N, it’s like it’s meant to be. Why are you complaining? Didn’t you have the biggest fangirl crush ever on him?”

You sighed. “Yes, and that’s the problem. Part of me wants to do this because one, I’ll get to throw it in Y/Ex/N’s face, and two, it’s with Dan Howell out of all people. But, I also don’t want to do it because one, it’s not real, and two, it’s with Dan Howell out of all people.”

“Y/N,” John said. “Please pull yourself together, honey. Just think of the money.”

You groaned. Yet again, John was right. Under Armour was willing to pay a ton of money for you to do the ad, plus a small percentage of their earnings, which equated to a lot more money than it seemed. All of the new cash would mean being able to buy new equipment and better software.

“Fine,” you said. “I’ll do the ad, but you better be the one handing me tissues while I cry about it later.”

You hung up and walked out into the studio, taking a deep breath. You were kissing Dan Howell for an ad. No biggie.

Dan walked over to where you were standing and smiled, holding something behind his back. “So…. How do you feel about the situation?” he asked.

Quiet laughter bubbled up in the back of your throat, your subconscious finding the situation quite humorous. “I’m a bit nervous, honestly,” you replied.

“Well, I got you coffee. Sometimes caffeine helps fight nerves,” Dan said, handing you the Starbucks he had hidden behind him.

You blushed, taking the coffee from him and sipping it. “How did you know this is my favorite flavor?” you asked.

Dan shrugged, putting his hands in the pockets of the joggers he was wearing. “I just guessed… It happens to be my favorite, too,” he said, nodding to where his coffee sat on a table.

“Well, thank you,” you said before taking another sip. “How do you feel about all of this?

Dan smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, I’m a bit nervous as well, but if I was to kiss anyone, I’m glad it’s with someone like you.”

Your eyes widened, surprised and confused by his response. “Oh?”

“Yeah…” Dan drew out, running a hand through his hair. “So, I was thinking that maybe-”

“Okay, guys!” Amy said, jogging over. “You both look so cute!” she squealed. “Okay, this is perfect. Now, this is perfect, because your personas in the ad are just like you guys. So, Y/N, you start with…”

Ten months later, you were watching a couple YouTube videos when you suddenly recognized the girl jogging across the screen during an ad.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled. “It’s me.”

You watched as you jogged across your screen and passed a man hunching over. In the ad, you backed up, chuckling at the guy. “First day, too?” you had asked.

Dan nodded, breathing heavily. “Jesus, you don’t look like you’ve broken a sweat.”

The version of you on the screen laughed. “I literally just started two minutes ago… I’m Y/N,” you said, holding out a hand to Dan.

Dan took it and stood up. “Daniel, but you can call me Dan,” he said, giving you his signature cheeky smile.

You smiled back. “Well, Dan, would you like to join me?”

You watched as different shots of you and Dan jogged on the screen, heavy breathing and soft chatter in the background.

“So, do you maybe wanna do this again tomorrow?” you had asked as you sipped your water.

He nodded. “Sure, sounds awesome,” he said, brushing his hair back with his hand.

“Well, it’s nice to do this with someone, you know?” you said, starting to walk away. “Be here, same time and place!” you called over your shoulder.

“I will!” he shouted back.

The screen flashed to the two of you smiling at each other and then to the two of you jogging again. The camera zoomed down to your feet. As it showed your feet, you could see the changing of the seasons. The grass turned from green to being littered with multi-colored leaves, to covered with snow, and then back to green, but now you both were running through the rain. The camera panned back to show the two of you sprinting through the rain from behind. You both laughed as you came to an overhang and stopped beneath it, breathing hard.

Dan glanced across the street at a coffee shop. “We should warm up, right, Y/N?”

You nodded, smiling. Dan went to walk out from beneath the overhang, but you held him back, looking at him in just joggers and a long sleeved dry-fit shirt.

“Uh, I’ve got this one. It’s raining harder, and I don’t want you to get even wetter; you’ll get sick, and you’re miserable when you’re sick.”

Dan chuckled and shrugged. “If you say so,” he said with a smirk.

Just as you went to leave, the screen showed Dan grabbing your arm and pulling you to him before cupping your cheek and kissing you softly. With a smirk, he broke the kiss and pulled the hood of your jacket over your head. “Stay dry,” he whispered with a soft chuckle.

Blushing madly, you laughed and turned to walk away. “I will,” you said as the screen went black and the Under Armour logo popped up, along with their famous “I will.”

After the ad ended, you smiled at the memory of filming the rain scene. In between takes, you and Dan would jokingly push each other into the rain, and without noticing, your favorite, signature bracelet had fallen off and was nowhere to be found. To cheer you up, Dan had taken you out for drinks afterwards.

It had been an interesting couple months since, to say the least.

Just as you closed your laptop, the door opened and you jumped, seeing a soaked Dan walk through the door.

“Jesus Christ, Dan!” you said, running to grab a few towels for him. “I told you to take an umbrella, but no, you said the sky was blue,” you scolded your wet best friend as you walked back with fluffy towels for him. You knew he knew that you were just teasing him, but sometimes it could get to your head.

You dropped your superior demeanor the second you saw what he was carrying.

Dan smiled and held out the thin, long box to you. With shaking hands, you opened it, gasping. It was the bracelet.

“D-Dan,” you said, trying to form any words to express the emotions tearing through you. “How did you-”

“I went through your videos, because I remember you showed it up close once. It took me a while, but I found it and took the picture to a jeweler. He made it, an exact replica.”

You stood there in silence, unsure of what to say. “I-I don’t-”

Before you could say anything, Dan pulled you close and kissed you passionately. Naturally, you melted into the kiss, the real kiss you had been dying for since you had first seen him.

“Ever since our first kiss, and ever since that ad aired, I’ve been wanting to kiss you again,” Dan said. “I finally worked up the courage.”

Smiling from ear to ear, you kissed him again just as passionately as before.

“So I take it that you’ll be going with me on a date tonight if I was to ask?” he mumbled against your lips with a laugh.

Your smile grew and you placed one last soft kiss on his lips with a giggle. “I will.”

Loft ‘89 Experience (Glasgow 23/6/15)

This is the story of how I died, but don’t worry, this is actually a fun story!!!!!
(gold star for anyone who gets that reference)

This is a post I feel like I’ve never even considered making, because idea  of meeting Taylor was always a bit far fetched and my hopes were pretty low, and yet here I am!
Last night, every hope and dream I’ve had for as long as I can remember came true - I got to meet Taylor Swift with my best friends, Niamh (oohmymymyy) and Julia (screaminggcolourr). Not only that, but we got to meet Andrea again, which is something I have been dreaming and thinking about every day since our Red Tour date. The whole day was unreal.
We arrived at the Hydro around 4pm with out dinner in hand, and when we were finished we met up with a few of the other girls from thescotlandsquadand managed to get pretty close to the doors - which helped us reach the taylornation booth very quickly. There we had a chat and we had some photos taken and they asked us where our seats were, which I’m sure is the standard procedure for people at the booth.
After we got our merch, we ran upstairs and through our doors to our seats - we hadn’t realised before, but the seats were perfect. We were directly behind a glass panel, and because of a set of stairs there was no one in front of us. One of the Hydro security men helped and supported us throughout the night, like our own little cheerleader - he said ‘is it christmas???’ when he first saw us with all our fairy lights on, and although originally warning us that if very few other people were standing then we’d have to sit down, he revoked that rule fairly quickly. He allowed us to drape our signs over the glass panel and even the girl beside us helped out by hooking the lights of the sign over the corner of the glass to help it stay up.
A lot of people have been asking exactly what it was that got us in - our tumblr post, the taylorconcerts snapchat, or just our outfits in general, and I couldn’t tell you. However, I think it had to do with how bright our lights were and that we were going HARD for the entire concert to the point where we were disgustingly sweaty and had a dry mouth and no voice. I’m surprised one of us didn’t fall over the glass! Every little bit of energy I had stored up since I got the tickets was used up in that couple of hours. I can’t believe how amazing the show was, it was beautifully put together and you can tell how much effort Taylor put into not only incorporating her own style into the design, but also making sure fans had their input.
Just before All You Had To Do Was Stay, when we were just generally lost in the lyrics and our own out of time dance moves, we all at once spotted Andrea and some of Taylor’s team walking up the stairs and directly towards us with big beaming smiles on their faces. Just the sight of Andrea was enough to cause me to burst into FLOODS of tears. She came us to us and started talking, and actually asked the question ‘have you guys met Taylor before?’
This is a question that I had sat and thought about for so long. This one moment, a staple part of anyone’s loft 89 experience, gave me the most euphoric, amazing, crying-on-the-floor type emotion that, in all honesty, will be hard to replicate again. Of course, we all very frantically screamed NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. while looking dead into her eyes so she knew we were being honest, Julia even said ‘NO BUT WE’VE MET YOU BEFORE’. She then jokingly said ‘well you wouldn’t lie to a mum now would you?’ and we were even more frantically like NONONONONONONONONOONO, and she then began to talk about us getting into Loft 89, while a girl very quickly strapped on our orange wristbands and handed us a yellow loft 89 slip that told us to meet in section 58 immediately after the show. Just like that, they were gone in the blink of an eye, adding to our sheer disbelief.
We were all in the biggest streams of tears, near hyperventilating and screaming at each other - it was beyond belief, and something that I hadn’t truly imagined before the show. I was and still am at a complete loss for words. The entire experience seems like a dream, or like there is a big cloud in my memory, despite all efforts to keep my feet on the ground (metaphorically speaking - my feet were about a mile high while jumping and dancing about). It all very quickly became EXTREMELY surreal - to the point where we were just laughing at each other in disbelief. As if we were back in our bedrooms and laughing about all the funny questions we would ask Taylor if we ever met her.
Soon the show came to an end, and unlike the past feelings of sadness that the show was done and we would have to wait another 2-3 years for a show - we were just extremely happy and excited, the best was still to come!
We very quickly drunk the remainder of our water, carefully forced our signs into our bags, put our capes back on (a staple part of our Taylor Swift Defense Squad outfits) and once again talked to the security man, who was kind enough to help and direct us to section 58 - where we were then asked for our wristbands and our little slip of paper. Then, we were led backstage by a group of the Hydro’s team, to the back of the queue for loft 89!

The rules were explained to us quickly;
1. No videos were to be taken, but you can take all the photos you want!
2. When Taylor comes in, all phones and cameras etc were to be put away and not brought out again until instructed. If you were caught with your phone out while Taylor was in the room (unauthorised) then you would be removed from the Loft.
3. Only one photo was to be taken per group. You couldn’t ask Taylor to call a friend, or take a selfie, or make a vine etc. Each person in the group (including parents) could have 1 thing signed.
4. Do not crowd Taylor. You have to wait for her to come to you.

There were only 20 or so people in the Loft, which I was seriously surprised at. The idea of being one of the 20 people picked out of a crowd of 12000 is entirely beyond me.
We walked in and went straight to the cute little white couches, where we met gotfoundinwonderland and her sister Jennifer! We talked for ages about how we all got picked and where we were sitting and stuff, then about how crazy meeting in this situation was. Starving after the concert, we went over to get something to eat and drink. I got a coke and a cookie (WHICH WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!) and I think the others also got some pizza. Then we got to meet incrediblethings1989 and I told her how I LOVED her outfit and that I’d saw her post on tumblr and that she was actually the little icon on the 1989 Tour Glasgow hashtag, we also talked about Scotland and how amazing it was that she came over from Dublin before going back to the couch to get settled before Taylor came in.
It wasn’t long before her dancers came over, and we were just completely speechless - they asked us if we enjoyed the show and we were like YES IT WAS AMAZING AND SO WERE YOU AND WE CAN’T BELIEVE WE’RE ACTUALLY BACK HERE. The conversation was shorter than I would have liked and they must have thought we were really shy but we were at a general loss for words - everything that I’ve ever imagined I’d say to any part of Taylor’s team totally vanished from my mind.
Just then, we were told to put our phones away, and despite promising myself I wouldn’t shriek - I did a little bit. Taylor walked into the room and was like HEEEY GUUUYS!!!!! literally just in the way you would imagine. We began to talk to Jennifer and Lisa again, about how weird it was that she was right there - we were all in a state of shock.
I turned to Julia and Niamh and we all checked whether we had stuff in our teeth or something and we all quickly ate a tic tac just in case our breath smelled funny, and after only a couple of groups, Taylor walked over to us.
She was like HEY GIRLS and we were like HEEEY SMANDKJLSCNDSUIBWE, she asked us our names and repeated them after us, we explained our Taylor Swift Defence Squad outfits and she was like ‘YEAH WELL I NEED THAT BECAUSE YOU KNOW PEOPLE ARE LIKE *rolls eyes*’. Then she asked if we had anything we wanted her to sign, and we said YEEESSSS and Julia asked her to sign the loft 89 pass for her, Niamh asked her to sign her guestbook (which is a long story but Taylor appeared to LOVE it), and then I asked her if she could sign the last page of the tour book for me. I almost automatically knew something was up when she hesitated slightly, and asked me my name was just spelled in the normal way - I said yes, but I wish I’d added in ‘like L-U-C-Y’ or something just to save her any possible embarrassment. She went on to write ‘I *heart* Kate’ and I bit my lip and she asked me if that was right/ok and I just went ‘sorry, no my name is Lucy’ and she was like SHIIIIT and I frantically tried to make things easier and I was like NONONONONONONONONOONOO THATS OK DONT WORRY I’LL JUST LEGALLY CHANGE MY NAME TO KATE and she went ‘wait, so your name is Kate?’ and all 3 of us were like NOOOOOOOOO IM SORRY
She then did the CUTEST thing and turned where she wrote Kate into a cloud, and drew a little sun and little raindrops and labelled them all - and I don’t think she heard, but in that moment my head cleared up and my heart swelled 10 sizes, and I was able to say ‘walking through rainstorms makes you clean’. A quote that has never meant so much to me until that moment. Taylor apologised again, and mentioned about the time that she called colldasyouAmanda, and that her real name is Lucy too.
After we took our picture, I also had the chance to give her my letter, and a little book of Glaswegian phrases (called ‘Ra Wee Book a Glesca Banter’) and a little pin with both the American and Scottish flag on it. She laughed at the book and read out the title in a Scottish accent and it was so funny, I never in a million years thought that she’d actually receive any of it and I’m so glad she did. My biggest regret is not telling her about my tumblr, or thanking her in person for following me - but in that moment, I didn’t want to tell her about it. I really don’t know why, but I just didn’t. Just as Taylor was about to walk away, Julia thanked her for using her voice for good, and she said that it was so sweet of her to say. She thanked us for coming, and then danced off to the next group. It’s so hard to think of Taylor as the world’s 6th greatest leader when she is standing right in front of you, not as the person on the front of a magazine, not as someone who sells out stadiums world wide in seconds, not as a girl who has her face blown up onto HUGE billboards - but as a real life person who lives and breathes on the love she receives from others.
If I could give anyone a tip about meeting Taylor and/or getting into Loft 89 - don’t try to think up all the questions you want to ask her beforehand, because trust me, you will forget. I still don’t know whether she has tried irn bru or not, or what her favourite episode of friends is - but that still didn’t stop me from having the best night of my whole life.

taylorswift Thank you so much for everything you do for your fans. Thank you for giving me this opportunity, thank you for everything you do for your fans and for always being so genuine and lovely to everyone you meet. You are so wonderfully down to earth and easy to talk to, you appeared so grateful for everyone and everything that has happened to you and I think you are amazing. You are my sunshine, my light in the dark, and you are my role model. I want to channel you in everything I do, whether that is in the way I treat people, in how I think in terms of solving problems, and in terms of using what I have for good. Thank you so much for everything that you are, and everything that you do. Thank you for introducing me to so many wonderful and beautiful people. Thank you for changing the lives of so many people. Thank you on behalf of that person who went to your show alone and used those two hours as an escape from their everyday lives. Thank you for giving me a space where I could quite comfortably SCREAM and dance as wildly as I want to my favourite songs. Thank you for making me feel so warm and happy when I finally met you, and I’m sorry I never got to thank you for all of what I just listed.

Thank you to everyone in Taylor’s team who make these experiences happen, and for treating us so well. Everyone that we met - the people at Taylor Nation, the people that set up and assisted with the Loft, and even the people who work the the Hydro - was so kind and supportive of us. We were even told that we should be given a ‘gold star for effort’ by someone we met while running up to our seats.

I’d also like to thank Andrea, for once again granting me one of the best nights of my entire life. It’s hard to explain how much it means to meet Andrea again, I never thought I would, but I had been thinking and reaming of it everyday since the red tour - in the same way I had been dreaming of meeting Taylor. Andrea means the absolute world to me, which sounds ridiculous, but she upgraded our seats at the red tour, and that boosted my confidence SO. MUCH. I have everything to thank her for, and in ways, meeting her seemed so much more real. It’s a really hard thing to explain, but she makes my heart smile, and I look up to her in the same way as Taylor, and she reminds me so much of my own mum. I aspire to grow up with the same strength and success as my mum, Taylor Swift, and Andrea Swift. That’s why she means so much to me. She is a role model in herself - and the fact that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting her twice makes me the luckiest girl in the world.
God bless Andrea Swift.

The 23rd of June 2015 was the best day of my life. Thank you to every single person involved. :)

gooddame  asked:

I’m a celebrity and I may or may not be following your blog which is dedicated to me. reading your comments and tags are hilarious and very flattering and I’m somewhat smitten Klaroline au pleaseeeeeee

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS PROMPT YOU LOVELY HUMAN!! I got really into this universe, such a goodun. To other people who are waiting on my drabbles… I am writing them, but I was struck with the inspiration stick with this one! Hope you enjoy!

What most people didn’t know about the infamous bad-boy, Hollywood heartthrob Klaus Mikaelson was that as a teenager he was the opposite of a bad-boy, and the opposite of a heartthrob.

Unlike the rest of his siblings – who had come out of the womb perfect and beautiful – he had been not attractive at all, and his awkward phase had lasted from the age of 12 - when he shot up and became scrawny, weedy and lanky - through all his teenage years - when he had been scrawny, weedy, lanky, had glasses, braces, pimples and a social anxiety born into him from years of psychological and physical abuse from both his parents - all the way through to the age of 23.

By this time, however, Niklaus had mastered coding, every version, variation and rerelease of GTA and WOW amongst other games, had got a diploma in cooking – because he had been bored one summer – become best friends with a stranger on the internet, completed an undergraduate degree in both art history and the dramatic arts, and had starring role in a BBC mini series called ‘When We Overlook the Nerdy Hackers’ - a role which he was definitely type cast for.

But on his 23rd birthday, he looked determinately in his mirror. He knew he was incredibly intelligent, and a talented actor - many years of pretending he was fine when his insides were screaming in pain had trained him well. But to make it big in Hollywood, unfortunately, you couldn’t rely on talent alone.

So, Klaus packed up his life in London, logged off from the internet for good – abandoning all the friends he’s made – and flew to the states, where he found he the best personal trainer he could afford and the most reputable one on one acting tutor he could find, so he could chase his dream.  

He trained, and practiced, and sweated and cried, until his 24th birthday, when he looked in the mirror again and smiled.

He had done it.

Gone was the scrawny, weedy, lanky boy he’d been a year ago. If he was honest he was almost unrecognisable from who he’d been 12 months ago. He felt the tiniest bit of guilt eat at his insides, thinking about all he’d left behind, but he had to do this. He couldn’t be that person anymore.

To cap it all, he’d been offered a leading role in one of the most anticipated films of the year.  

And so awkward, nerdy, social outcast Nik died forever, and Hollywood heartthrob, bad-boy Klaus was born.

He honestly blamed his bad-boy tendencies on the fact he had never socialised properly as a teenager, and so the attention and partying went straight to his head.

But he didn’t mind, he was living the high life, and throwing it back in the faces of all those who had ridiculed him for having big dreams.

Ten years passed before awkward Niklaus surfaced again, and in that time he won two Oscars, been nominated for five, starred in countless blockbusters, had been with more girls than he could remember, and had become even more attractive to the point where he had one People’s Magazine’s sexiest man alive six years running.

The day he reintroduced himself to his nerd side, was the day he had been on a talk show and they had read some very raunchy fan fiction written about him and Bulgarian supermodel Tatia Petrova, who he’d had a very short lived fling with – models were way too highly stung for him.

While he had laughed through the interview, and kept his cool while the host trash talked the person who had written it, but Klaus couldn’t help but feel upset by what had happened.

Despite his determined transformation, he still vividly remembered what it was like to feel completely alone and have only the Internet and your own dark imagination to keep you company. He remembered the hours he spent writing stories similar to the one that had been read out, or drawing fanart, or participating in fandom events, and even though that wasn’t him anymore, he would never forget those times. Could never forget them.

When he got back to his home after the interview, a niggling feeling. He ate, and showered, but the feeling which had been born inside him during the interview engulfed him,

He flopped his bed, and as the clock ticked past midnight, Klaus pulled his computer toward him, not to FaceTime his family, nor to fetch a booty call – like he usually would. Nope, instead he opened a site he’d not touched since he was 23.


The site read.



Log in

Forgotten your password?

The layout and set up of the home screen was still the same, but it looked so different to what his teenage memories recalled. Excitement was thrumming through him as he tapped in his email address – - and then his password.

As he hit log in, Klaus was stunned by the difference him before him. And was slightly guilty to see the large number of unread asks, but other than that he remembered exactly why he’d loved this site. The people were hilarious, the gifsets were so much more creative than he remembered, and there were people who seemed to get everything he was feeling.

Klaus spent hours on the site. Initially, he trawled through his blog – – then through his dashboard.

He was excited, and a little self-conscious, to see his face staring back at him from many different posts. It seemed someone he used to follow back in the day, had become a Klaus Mikaelson dedication blog. It intrigued him, because it seemed that all-about-klaus followed him back.

He was intrigued to work out which of his mutuals had become so infatuated with him, but he was also feeling guilty again. All those people who had helped him through all his emotional problems, and just up and left them, with no explanation.

As he followed the link to the blog’s main page he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.  

The title of the blog read The Other Side of Klaus Mikaelson.

The bio read –

Just a small town girl, desperately hoping to find her Klaus.

As he began combing through the blog, he honestly thought he could feel himself falling for the person who ran it a little bit. The bright, shining personality of the blogger was evident in every single post.

Each post was written with such care, and every gifset was crafted to only show the best parts of him. There was nothing about his tendency to break girls’ hearts, or his drunken tantrums at paparazzi. There was no mention of pregnancy scares, or his famous feud with Damon Salvatore.

No, everything on the blog was designed to show people his softer side. There were pictures of his trips to Africa – where he spent three months every year teaching the children – something the press rarely reported on as it wasn’t glamorous enough. There were gifs of him appearing on his younger sister’s YouTube channel – something he loved doing, because no one could make him feel good like Rebekah could. And there were long metas about how his bad-boy persona was really just an act to cover his insecurities.  As he read those, he wondered how she managed to pinpoint his inner most feelings when he could hardly reconcile why he acted the way he did.

He read every single tag and it was all he could do to not hug his computer.

#oh my gosh, #klaus mikaelson, #precious snowflake, #sinnamon roll, #he’s far too cute to be allowed on this earth, #klaus cuddly teddy bear mikaelson, #cute, #queue

While he kind of resented being called cute, he kind of loved it too.

He stayed on the blog, entranced by her words and encapsulated by her voice, until the morning sun began to stream through his still open curtains. In amongst the parts about him, he was able to make out her other interests. There were a number of posts about her thoughts on climate change and feminism, and he was stunned by how convincing her arguments were. While her writing style was familiar, he still for the life of him couldn’t remember why he followed her all those years ago.

As the day drew on, and dawn became mid-morning, he kept scrolling through post after post, becoming as enamoured with her as she was with him. His eyes and body was tired, screaming out for sleep – or at least food – but Klaus couldn’t tear his eyes away.

When the posts began to change, from her fascination with him to TV shows, characters, ships, world politics, amongst other things, he had to stop himself from swooning with feels. Being affected by feels was another thing that hadn’t happened in ten years. Apparently he and the mystery blogger had extremely similar tastes in pop culture, and similar opinions on worldviews.

Klaus felt his stomach do backflips and he squirmed a little on the bed when he saw a gifset, much earlier than when her vigorous blogging of him began, from him in the BBC series and the caption read – gosh, isn’t he the absolute cutest! #klaus mikaelson, #why have i not seen this show before, #when we overlook the nerdy hacker, #he’s the cutest nerdy hacker I’ve ever seen #klaus mikaelson hack my heart please! #or my body #either one #kthanksbye

Klaus couldn’t believe that anyone would have thought that him then was cute, and it made him so incredibly happy. He rolled onto his back and grinned, unconditionally, at the ceiling for a few moments. He needed this girl him his life.  

Hey people! There is actually another 5000+ words to this… I got really into this idea. Let me know if you think it’s worth posting more…. 

The Hard Questions (Chapter 1)

I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep the night before attending a One Direction press conference. On the contrary, I was in bed early and asleep by nine. Even my dog was confused, cocking his head quizzically before hopping up into my bed and claiming his spot next to me.

“I have to get as much as sleep as possible, Steinem.” I explained. “Mommy is gonna be in the same room as One Direction tomorrow.”

Steinem gave me an annoyed sounding snuffle before rolling over and drifting off, with me not far behind. When my alarm went off after what seemed like a few minutes, I swung my feet over the side of the bed and practically skipped around the room getting ready. Steinem watched from the bed with more confusion, and I didn’t blame him, given how I usually acted in the morning. When I was done and satisfied, I stepped back and surveyed the result. I couldn’t help but smile smugly. Gray sheath dress, french twist, gorgeous diamond earrings from an ex, and my one prized pair of Louboutins ensured that I would be noticed once I raised my hand.

I barely remembered getting my car and driving to the conference venue, but somehow or other, I got there. I managed to snag a prime second-row seat, much to the anger of a waifish brunette with a dress that was much too short and low-cut for a what was supposed a professional event. I flashed her a brittle, fake smile before getting out my recording device and notebook and pen. Looking around and noticing the other female reporters were dressed, I couldn’t help but smirk. They seemed divided between girls who hoped to get their questions answered by flashing enough tit and leg for a night at the club, and others who were clearly taking themselves too seriously in frumpy, ill-fitting “power suits”. I smoothed my Anthropologie sheath, knowing I made the right call outfit-wise. 

Sudden shouts of the various names of the band members jolted me out my self-assured fog. I watched everyone around me clamber for their attention, giggling to myself about how childish they looked. Once the boys were seated and miked, the questions began. I made notes and marked which sections of the recording to listen to again later. At first, the boys spoke about their tour and latest album, which I had to admit sounded pretty great. Then we got to the juicy part: Their personal lives. Liam and Louis’ relationships with their girlfriends were going great, and Zayn had to announce that no, he and Perrie hadn’t gotten any farther on their wedding plans. Finally, all eyes settled on Harry. Quick as a flash, I shot my hand into the air, and was quickly called on. Standing, I had to steady myself while seeing Harry staring straight at me. His richly colored, albeit long hair seemed  to frame his face perfectly. I could see the green in his eyes from where I was standing a few yards away. I cleared my throat for my question.

“Mr. Styles,” I began, “I notice that in multiple interviews, you have stated that you don’t particularly mind what a woman looks like, just as long as she is a ‘nice person’, that’s enough for you. Do you still stand behind that?”

Harry’s eyes flickered. “Yes, I do.” He stated. He then started looking for someone else to call on. “I wasn’t finished.” I said coolly. The band, and pretty much everyone else in the room, was now focused on me. Harry leaned forward on his forearms, “What’s the rest of your question?” He asked, sounding tense. “My question is why you’re not walking the talk, so to speak. You claim to be attracted to normal, 'cute’ girls but then spend most of your time with models.” Now Harry’s eyes were straight-up dark. “I’m sorry?” He said. His tone indicated that he was anything but. “Could you repeat that?”

I sighed audibly. “I want to know why you outright lie to your fans in order to make them feel good about their average bodies, when you are clearly only attracted to women with the physicality of a coat rack.”

There was an audible gasp. Someone a few seats away from me dropped their notepad. The rest of the boys’ expressions varied. Liam looked shocked; Zayn curious; Louis amused; and Niall looked all three. Harry himself looked angry. “I wish I could answer that-” he started. “Please do.” I interrupted, “Is that what you really look for in a woman, Mr. Styles? Someone docile, whose job requires the same amount of mental dexterity it takes to walk a dog?” Another gasp from the seated crowd around me. “Or are you just that shallow and won’t admit it for fear of the decrease in ticket sales?”

Silence. Pure, shocked silence. I loved it. I was so going to get a raise for this. I would probably blow most of it on a second pair of Louboutins, but still. 

Harry still hadn’t answered my question. He finally cleared his throat and readjusted his seating position. “As I was going to say,” he almost seemed to growl, “I really wish I could answer that, but I’m still figuring out for myself what I want in a romantic partner, and the fact that most of them have happened to be models has been a coincidence. And furthermore, I fail to see why it should make a difference.”

“Oh, it does.” I heard myself snap, “Trust me. It does." 

More silence as I sat down and scrawled more notes. The questions started up again, and I maintained cold eye contact with Harry for the rest of the press conference. Eventually It drew to a close, and I was a few yards from the exit when a large, burly man, obviously one the bodyguards, blocked my way.

"Mr. Styles wants to speak with you,” he stated. “Now.”


As I was led to a private lounge, I stopped, pretending to readjust my bag. I turned on my recorder and positioned it so it was sticking out just right. If I was going to get chewed out, I was at least going to get some good material out of it. The door to the lounge was opened by the bodyguard, and he pulled it closed behind me and stood outside, leaving me alone with a very angry-looking Harry. 

“Have a seat.” he spat.

“I’d rather stand,” I replied crisply. 

“Fine.” he snapped. “Either way, I didn’t appreciate what you implied out there. You don’t even know me. How could you accuse me of lying to my fans?” I looked down at my shoes and felt a momentary flash of guilt before remembering a post about Harry I had read on Tumblr a few days ago while researching the band : “I know he’d never look at me,” it had said. “I’m not thin or pretty enough. I’m just not enough.”

With that sad memory, I snapped my head upward and faced Harry. “Because whether you realize it or not, you are lying to them.” I countered.  "This society puts the modelling industry on enough of a pedestal. Girls are already starve and harm themselves enough because of mass media. You dating a gaggle of fembots isn’t helping.“ 

"Oh, so I should be thinking of the societal repercussions anytime I ask a girl out, should I?”

“That’s actually not a terrible idea. Then maybe, for once, you wouldn’t be perpetuating the idea that a young woman is only worth something if she has an eating disorder and is willing to walk around with her tits out.”

“Now who’s perpetuating things? Not all models have eating disorders y'know.”

“Oh I’m sorry, you’re right. That type of figure can also be attained with cocaine. How’s your friend Cara, by the way?”

His jaw tightened. He opened and shut his mouth several times, as if searching  for something to say. “Look,” he finally sighed. “I asked you back here because I wanted to let you know that your question deeply offended me, and I was hoping that maybe, just maybe if you talked to me away from that conference, you’d see that I’m a flesh-and-blood human being with feelings, feelings that you hurt deeply.”

Another momentary flash of guilt. Then I remembered that there were probably hundreds of girls out there whose feelings got hurt whenever Harry stepped out with another glorified mannequin. Feelings of inadequacy, self-hatred, and twisted, misplaced shame.

“I wish I could sympathize with you, Mr. Styles.” I heard myself say. “But the fact of the matter is, you’re not being truthful. Whether it’s on purpose or not, you are telling your fans that a girl needs to be thin and willing to model lingerie to get your attention, and then leading them on about it to sell albums and merchandise.”

“That’s not true.”

“I find that very hard to believe.”

“Well whether you believe it or not, it’s my private business.”

I sighed exasperatedly before plastering on a fake smile. “You’re right.” I exclaimed with fake glee. “You have every right to be shallow. That’s your business.”

With that, turned on my heel and reached for the doorknob. 

“I was expecting an apology, you know.” I heard him snarl from behind me. I turned back to look at him in all his long haired, green eyed glory. He was wearing one of signature combos of a barely-buttoned shirt and skinny jeans. He looked pissed off, but for some reason, that just made him look hotter. In spite of that, I was able to flash him another fake smile.

“If an apology is what you’re wanting, Mr. Styles,” I chirped, “you’re going to have to pack a lunch, because that’s gonna take a while.”

I couldn’t help but smirk as my heels clicked down the hallway.


When I got home, I checked my cell and found a voicemail from my boss, who had seen the footage of me asking my question on Youtube. As I expected, she promised a raise would be in order. With Steinem at me feet, I sat at my desk and wrote about the conference. I must have stared at around noon, and by the time the article was written to my satisfaction, it was already about five in the evening. Steinem was dying for a walk and my stomach was roaring, reminding me that I had foolishly skipped breakfast that morning. Once Steinem and I had taken a few laps around my block, I made myself a chicken wrap and poured a glass of wine, then showered and brushed my teeth, taking in a few episodes of Law and Order: SVU before my eyelids started to flutter. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t help but think about Harry. Sure, he was acting like a tool about the whole model thing, but based on everything else I’d heard about him, he seemed like a cool guy otherwise. And those pink pillowy lips, those intense jade-colored eyes, those strong arms…….I imagined them holding my hips down as that mouth worked its magic on my clit, his long, perfectly-shaped fingers stroking me while his tongue stimulated me perfectly. 

“Steinem,” I croaked. He looked up at me from the foot of the bed. “Momma needs some private time. Could you please go wait outside?”

He me another annoyed sounding huff similar to last night’s before clambering off the bed and leaving, using his large Bull mastiff snout to nudge the door closed behind him. With that, I nudged my fingers into my underwear and began to stroke myself, pretending it was Harry.

Suddenly he was right there, circling my nub with his fingers, using his other hand to knead and squeeze my breast, all while nipping and lapping at my neck. “You were so bad today,” he was whispering in my ear, “you made me so angry.” his fingers picked up speed, bringing me closer to the brink. I could hear myself whimpering. Then he abruptly rolled on top of me, and I could feel his length against my thigh. I groaned at the loss of his fingers. “You need someone to fuck you good,  yeah?” I shoved him back and rolled us over so I was on top of him, his throbbing erection positioned just under where I admittedly wanted him.

“I don’t need anyone to fuck me.” I hissed. “They probably sell dicks bigger than yours.”

God, even in my masturbation fantasies I was a bitch.

I lined myself up and sunk down on him, both of us gasping with relief. His hands started to move toward my hips, but I grabbed his wrists and pinned them down. “I’d like to see one of your models fuck you like this.” I sneered. “They’d probably snap in half.” He struggled and tried to get free, but in this fantasy, I was stronger than him.

With that, I started to move, slowly, and teasingly. I made figure eights, I wrote my initials, then his, both of us moaning and panting with each movement. Then I started to pick up speed, sliding forward the backward at an increased pace. He was able to sit up so his face was centimeters from mine. I was going fast now, my g-spot getting brushed more with each thrust. With one last bounce, my orgasm erupted out of me just as he broke free from wrists and kissed me with such fervor and force I nearly fell off of him.

We both came at the same time, that’s what helped me remember it was a fantasy.

I opened my eyes, feeling sweaty and damp down south. I rolled off my bed to change my underwear and wash my hands, feeling lucky for not getting anything on my sheets. I let Steinem in, who made the dog-version sound for “It’s about time.” before climbing on my bed. I gave him a pat before turning out the light and conking out, feeling content and sated.


Across town, in his luxuriously appointed hotel bathroom, Harry’s wrist flicked back and for against his throbbing cock. He was trying his damnedest to remember that journalist from earlier. In his daydream, he had ripped off that gray dress of hers and pinned her up against the very counter he was standing in front of. 

Normally, not even in his fantasies, had he ever been this rough, this dominant, but this woman brought something out in him, something that made him wild and ready to give to her, but good. She was growling in his ear. “I know you can give me more,” she groaned. “Harder, harder, please!” with one final thrust into his palm, Harry came, most of his cum mercifully making into the sink. He gingerly turned the tap on to wash his hands, watching the physical evidence of his passion wash down the drain. He sauntered through his suite and into the bedroom area, and changed into some sweats. He then pulled his phone off the nightstand, and dialed the number of the band’s press liaison, who answered with a bark. “What?!" 

"Aidan, it’s Harry.”

“Harry, man, I know you’re a star and everything, but it’s eleven thirty and I have to be up by six. What is it?”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just need a number.”


“That one girl today, the one who asked about me going out with models.”

There was silence.

“Look man, I’m sorry about that, I swear I had no idea she was gonna ask you something like that, I promise she’ll be-”

“Never mind that. I wanna know who she works for.”


Feedback please! Is there anything I could have done better? Anything I should keep? I can’t guarantee when the next chapter will be up, but I’ll try to update them on a regular basis.

It’s gonna be a fun ride, dearies! I hope you’ll enjoy it.

the History & Making of the Carla-Jaeger-being-eaten-by-a-titan gown

Since it has been requested via popular demand??

So…I honestly had no clue that this costume would go tumblr viral, and am relatively stunned at the huge response. I have received quite a number of asks with questions regarding how I threw together my Carla-Jaeger-being-eaten-by-a-titan gown, and since my flight to Fanime has been delayed three hours, I thought I’d share.

First off, I would like to state that I have not sewed before this costume. I’m not saying that to get ooh’s and aaah’s - I’m mentioning it because my techniques are probably pretty shabby compared to those more familiar with costume and prop-making and honestly, my process might seem entirely ridiculous when deconstructed.

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Making Fun Of The Way Japanese People Talk

You know what sucks? Unconscious racism. You know what sucks even harder? Perpetrating it yourself.

A couple of weeks ago, a show I did - and I’d rather not go into more specifics than that, as there’s no need to involve the producers in my misdeeds - aired and in said show I can be seen saying “I’m going to keep all commentary in what sounds like freshly translated Japanese" and then, to demonstrate, I added“‘SUPER TERRIFIC CHOCOLATE TIME.’” It got a laugh. We moved on. I did no vocal affectation, no Rob Schneider minstrelsy, just a little bit of what I thought wry commentary about our linguistic differences (I know. Hang on. Apology coming). 

A Japanese-American Twitter follower took offense. Not gonna single this person out either, but suffice it to say I don’t think they’re a some sort of humorless thoughtcop prig who prizes ‘political correctness’ over ‘discourse’ and ‘comedy.’ And yet. Still. My first instinct was “Ugh, what now? What did sweet little old liberal me do? It’s not like I’m Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. (AS IF THE BAR FOR DECENCY IS SO LOW THAT ONE NEED ONLY NOT WEAR BUCKTEETH TO BE A KIND CITIZEN OF HUMANITY). But then I took a breath here in my ivory tower of easy living and then, as if sent by some sort of SJW God (and I do not use the term SJW pejoratively) this Louis CK quote came drifting down my feed. “If someone tells you that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t.”

It’s a striking line, made all the more striking given everything I’ve heard and seen by Louis CK. I don’t get to decide. Someone got hurt - and I dont get to tell them they’re wrong to be hurt. It doesn’t sound like I’m making fun of the nuances of translation (My intention, FWIW), it sounds like I’m making fun of the way Japanese people talk when their English is still developing. After a lot of consideration, I apologized. Did I do something unspeakably awful? Probably not. Does the world need another white guy who makes a thoughtless, not-that-funny joke and then deflects any criticism? Definitely not.

As dear friend Paul F. Tompkins once said “Hang on, not done being an asshole yet.” Completely unrelated, aNOTHER twitter follower drew a picture of me leaning back in my chair and flipping off the viewer and posted it. What a cute avatar, right? Well, not if the drawing is in a Korean chibi style and there’s an historic antipathy between the two countries, an antipathy in which I will not take sides, but either way, yeah. Apologized again. And I’ll do it again - it was careless and sloppy and, as such, mean, and I’m very sorry.

“Ugh,” you might be thinking. “Everyone is so PC these days. It’s like we can’t say ANYTHING.” Well, we can. I’m not in jail. You’re not in jail, unless you’re in minimum and they let you look at Tumblr in which case, friend, there is a ton of porn here, move along. But that leads me to my next two points a) the first amendment is just an airbag and b) these things are cyclical.

The first amendment is an airbag in that it only keeps you out of jail, much like an airbag only keeps you out of the morgue.  The rest is either the free market deciding what to do with your big mouth, or an enormous hard balloon deciding what to with your face. You will not be jailed for using the N-word, but some people will not want to work with you, and you will not be dead after the car crash, but the burns on your face will be significant and likely permanent. Does that make any sense? The first amendment is terrific and we’re beyond fortunate to have it, but it just keeps out on the street. The rest is just feedback and blowback and yes, occasionally, public shaming.

And before we tear our hair out about public shaming and the damage it does when people are shamed for violating the tenets of political correctness, let me add that I went to college in the early 90s. It was the first time I heard someone get scolded for saying ‘black’ instead of ‘African-American’ - it was the first time I heard someone get scolded for saying ‘hispanic’ (A memorable moment - the Latino in question explained “I’m not hispanic, I’m not herpanic, I’m not anybody’s panic.” A fair point, I thought, and it also discounts the indigenous cultures that make so much of Central and South America.) There were stories of colleges where you had to ask permission to kiss somebody, where you had to keep your hands raised when talking to a fellow student just so everyone could see where they were at all times. These were very cautious times -until they weren’t. What followed in the late 90s-early aughts was Girls Gone Wild, South Park, Grand Theft Auto and a lot of other media that reveled in its audacious incorrectness. “Oh, yes, WE GO THERE,” it proclaimed, and some of it was great and challenging, and some of it was just gross and challenged. And so on. We overcorrect in America, as this is part of the great democratic experiment that is America.  And, unless we’re complete unrepentant dicks, we’re gonna have to apologize for things sometime. 

There are very few people I wish to offend, and I find few things more tiresome than people who love to offend just for the sake of offending from either the left or the right. And, as a white heterosexual gentile male, my life has been one TV Guide crossword puzzle after another - no big external challenges, and the tiniest thing has made me feel accomplished. And it’s very easy for me - the aforementioned sweet old liberal - to rebuff criticism and know that no matter what comes at me, I’m protected by centuries of people telling me and showing me that I’m fine, I am at worst a little uptight, but everything is going to go my way. And anything that contradicts me doesn’t have to really be acknowledged - I’m gonna be OK, middle class white guys named John are always OK. That’s the thing about white privilege - it’s white. It doesn’t absorb light, it reflects it, it bounces back anything that tries to penetrate it. But what if - what if - we tried to absorb a bit more?