something silly to end the year

anonymous asked:

can you do a daddy!dom!phil and dom!pj with bottom!dan? if you could have dan call pj something like sir that would be great too. Feel free to add anything

Yo I went a bit nuts with the “add anything”. Includes daddy!kink, exhibitionism, degradation , toys, fisting, double penetration, Dan being a little cock/cumslut jfc someone stop me.

Phil loves living with Dan, there’s no question about it. When it comes to roommates, Dan’s the full package; he’s Phil’s best friend, so he always has someone to talk to and play video games with, but he’s also his boyfriend, which means blowjobs and cuddles, too. He has all the other attributes of a great roommate as well – he cooks and cleans up after himself and always pays his rent on time. It’s very rare that they squabble and if they do it’s over something silly that’s resolved by the time they head to bed together. They’re perfect for each other, but the only problem with having such an incredible all-in-one human like Dan is that they tend to forget other people exist. It’s never on purpose, they just have a habit of getting caught up in their little life together and end up neglecting their other friends. That’s why, when Phil realises it’s almost been a year since they’ve seen PJ, he picks up the phone and invites their old friend around.

Another thing Dan and Phil don’t do as much as they used to is drink, so when the curly-haired 26-year-old turns up at their door, green eyes twinkling and right hand clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels, Phil knows it’s going to be an interesting night.

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Tips from a schizophrenic dude I talked to today who got better

  • Don’t make schizophrenia your whole identity. Schizophrenia is something that happens to you, not something you are. If you start defining yourself out from symptoms of schizophrenia, you’ll become even more sick.
  • So what if you got so sick that you lost your sense of self, hobbies and everything that used to define you - that means you have a clean slate. Try new hobbies, do new things, try a lot of stuff. Don’t focus on who you used to be, focus on figuring out who you can become.
  • If something raises your quality of life a little, do it. No matter how unnecessary, silly, irrelevant or stupid it might seem. Everything that raises your quality of life a little is worth investing in.
  • You might romanticise who you were before you were sick, but we all evolve as we age and nobody are the same place at 15 and 20. Nobody ends up where they expected they’d end up as 15 year olds. Not even neurotypicals.
  • You can get a good life even if you can’t take the standard route. I never went to high school either and today I have a job that I love and a life I enjoy. Don’t kid yourself into thinking that there’s only one way to have a good life.
  • Celebrate little victories. For me, the success criteria for a good day was that I got out of bed and brushed my teeth for several years. Don’t compare yourself to other people, if brushing your teeth is a struggle for you, it’s worth being proud of.
  • You can retrain your brain. I wasn’t able to read books for years, last year I read 9. Cognitive tests gives a picture of where you are right now, not where you’ll be in a couple years.
  • Fuck negative predictions from doctors. I have a very nice paper at home signed by a psychiatrist that states that I’ll never be able to do any kind of work. Now I have a very nice job.
  • I still have schizophrenia and I have never felt better about myself and my life than I do now. A full recovery isn’t the only way to get a good life.
  • Don’t let the stigma and the statistics and the negative stories get you down. You’re not a lost cause and you will get better.
April Fool's headcanons
  •  Sayu and Light always compete every year to see who will be crowned the prank king/queen
  • Light is a surprisingly avid prankster, but his pranks are always carefully thought out and have waay too many steps who tf makes a spread sheet for April Fool’s??
  • Sayu just likes to see how many times she can get Light to smash his face into the saran wrap she taped in all of the doorways
  • Sachiko won every once in a while with a sneak attack
  • Soichiro just tried to stay out of the shenanigans but he usually failed
  • (He’s very susceptible to the tape-the-spray-nozzle-down-on-the-kitchen-sink prank)

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Korean Drama Recommendations/Fangirling:

So! A friend of mine on FB asked me late last night for Korean drama recommendations. She’s never watched kdramas before, so without intending to I just vomited up brief feels, synopses, and titles for her from which to choose. These titles were only the ones that immediately came to mind off the top of my head. Seeing as how I assume some of you adorable follower-humans might enjoy kdramas too, I thought I’d share. Most likely you diehards (pun not intended) out there have already seen these, but here’s some dramas to throw in your face anyway! Since it’s my thing, I’m going to go by genre; so all will have romance as either a main plot line or as a subplot. Brace yourself for the d'awws!


If you’re in the mood for a serious, beautiful, powerhouse of a drama with adult themes (ie adultery but not really…long story), dreams and money, sacrificing your true self for security to forsake happiness, and of COURSE sex and pianos, then you need to watch Secret Love Affair. It is hot and intense and has an open ended interpretation for a finale that will leave you stunned and happy.

I mean, damn, guys…come on just LOOK at this sexiness!

Plus it’s just a damn good drama all around. So watch it.


If you’re looking for something that walks the line between comedy and paranormal, you NEED to see The Master’s Sun. Its heroine is an hilariously adorable girl who can see ghosts, and the hero is a skeptic who, when the female lead touches, makes poltergeists disappear. It’s probably one of the best dramas that incorporates creepy horror with perfect comedy!


If you’re looking for something a bit different, you HAVE to watch Arang and the Magistrate. Same concept as The Master’s Sun, except the female lead is dead and a ghost, the setting is ancient Korea, and there’s gods, goddesses, action, magic, and evil political dudes. Plus the male lead is hilariously apathetic, and the female lead is a badass who kicks ass as a dead girl! It’s funny and dark and heartfelt and will leave you with all of the heart eyes! Plus it has the cutest ending that ever cuted itself.


If you’re looking for something strictly comedy and a bit silly, with moments of seriousness and more cute than you could shake a stick at, you need King of High School. Take an 18 year old high school guy and make him pose as his older brother as a prestigious CEO in a company that a dowdy, 30 year old over-looked heroine works at and you talk about some of the CUTEST comedy you’ve ever witnessed in your freakin’ life!


If you’re looking for something hella melodramatic and intense, go with Secret Love. Heroine is engaged to a guy who gets involved in a hit-and-run that kills a girl, and the heroine takes the fall for her fiance. Turns out the victim was the pregnant girlfriend of the male lead. The drama explores the idea of falling in love with someone, even as you hate them. Suffice to say, IT IS INTENSE, and a bit nuts of a drama, but it will leaving you feeling all of your emotions and then some.


If you want some time travel in your drama diet, go with Queen In Hyun’s Man. Hero is an ancient Korean scholar who finds himself traveling to the future, where he meets the female lead, an aspiring actress who lands the role of the Queen from our hero’s time period. Comedy, cuteness, angst, and adorableness ensues. And smexy kisses. OH MY GOD THE SMEXY KISSES!


Keeping in the same vain as the historical theme, Sungkyunkwan Scandal is adorable and perfect! Set in ancient Korea, in order to protect her family our female lead disguises herself as a boy to get into a university of sorts that only permits men. Cue “male lead finds himself attracted to a boy despite him not being gay” theme and much hilarious ensues. Ignoring the gay panic is a must, but if you can it’s so entertaining and will leave you so damn amused!


And, last but not least, keeping with the gay-panic theme, Coffee Prince. Coffee Prince is probably one of the best kdramas ever, and it’s basically the same premise as Sungkyunkwan Scandal; female lead lands a job in an all-male working environment to support her family. The only real difference is that in Coffee Prince, our heroine opens and closes the drama as a very tom boyish, masculine girl. She’s never subscribed to gender roles, so it makes her character far more interesting. There’s angst and cute and smexy kisses and great characters and everything you could ever want in a drama!

listen, I am all 110% for pining-deep-in-love-from-afar with McHanzo, but also consider the following:

They start out dating casually. Neither of them expects a thing out of it. McCree’s not one to hold back when he’s attracted to someone, and Hanzo’s handsome and smart and just a little bit dangerous, so he asks him for dinner. Hanzo almost says no, but he says yes in the end, because a night of pleasant company, free food, and possibly bedding someone for the first time in like 15 years doesn’t sound too bad. It’ll probably end after that, so why not?

So they go out once. Then they go out again. And again. Then they’re steadily dating without really meaning to go that route. The superficial flirting and attraction become a real affection for them both. They seek each other out in their downtime, not even for dates or sex, just for the sake of being around one another. They still flirt, but it’s more silly, more romantic, more something else that neither of them examines too closely. 

And then, when they realized they’ve fallen in love some six months down the line, and they already have each other, that’s fucking terrifying

McCree’s been on the move for so long, taking what little he can get when it comes (one-night stands, mostly, maybe the occasional encounter in a seedy bar bathroom if he hasn’t gotten too drunk) that he sort of stopped expecting anything else to come. He thought he was happy that way simply because it was working for him. 

Hanzo had never expected something even half as good as this. He’d tried to have a steady relationship once, as a young adult, but then his father had cracked down and he had turned his own attention to the future of the clan, and then Genji’s death happened, and there was just. Nothing. He had no hope for anyone loving him, so he did not even consider it. 

So now they both have this thing. This actual love, that has somehow just fallen into their laps without them realizing. And it’s terrifying once they become aware of it, because how badly are they going to fuck this up now that they know?

But it doesn’t end. They just keep going with this love thing that they’ve somehow gotten. And it takes months or years but they slowly learn to accept that they have it, have each other, have a future if they want it. 

And it’s pretty okay, all things considered, for something that started with a lukewarm dinner date.

God Is A Woman pt.I


Mentions: Minor smut, swearing

Y/N is performing a new song at the Billboard Music Award, and Harry realizes the song is about what they do in private.

Tonight was the night. Y/N’s album had been a success, hitting over 500 million listens before the entire thing had even dropped, and when it did, it skyrocketed to number one in 75 different countries in a few days time.

She had so much going on: planning a tour, writing for her next album, and now tonight.

The Billboard Music Awards. Sure, she’d done some acoustic sessions and pop up concerts for promotion, and she’d definitely won a few awards for her singles, so she wasn’t new to award ceremonies.

But she was performing, and she was nominated for Album of the Year, Top New Artist, and Top Female Artist. Everythig was happening so fast.

At least she had a great support system. And by support system, she means her boyfriend, Harry Styles. Turns out the two get along better than even Nick Grimshaw could have planned. (And Harry ended up actually thanking him for that 6 am surprise in the BBC studios.)

If it weren’t for the silly radio host, then Y/N and Harry wouldn’t be 5 months into a particularly secret relationship. Harry had turned 25, and Y/N had turned 20 a couple weeks ago, and a five year difference in people their age was not something that was brushed off, especially in the public eye.

So, they kept it under wraps as best they could. Fans had begun slowly catching on when they would get pictures of Harry at Y/N’s penthouse in Manhattan, him not leaving until the next morning in different clothes, sometimes even leaving with Y/N, the two hopping in a car together to grab breakfast.

It was, actually, pretty obvious, now that Y/N thinks back on it.

Either way, Harry was at the awards also, partially because Y/N was performing, and because he was nominated for Single of The Year, and Top Male Artist. (He would normally just send in a thank you video if he won, so he wouldn’t have to take an entire night out of his already busy schedule, but his girl was performing and no way was he missing that.)

The lights are lowered more, and the large screens around the huge arena show the host, Kelly Clarkson.

She smiles, stood in one of the extra stages, and Harry knows that’s because the main stage is about to be taken up by Y/N. He’s practically falling out of his seat in excitement, but keeping a calm demeanor outside.

Y/N, on the other hand, has shaky hands, slowing her breathing as best she can as she walks onto the back of the stage, completely dark so no one sees her.

She sees her dancers vaguely through the darkness, dressed in the celestial themed clothing, gold headwear and elegant capes paired with bodysuits. Y/N herself was in an extravagant golden neck piece that led to a short, gold-lined, black cape, a black bodysuit and thigh high boots on underneath.

She hoped the shaking in her hands would stop, her microphone shaking along with it some as she heard Kelly Clarkson introducing her performance.

“This next performance is one for the ages. Practically brand new to the scene but already breaking records and making her mark at only 20 years old!” She exclaims.

“Performing her new single for the first time, God Is A Woman, here’s Y/N Y/L/N!”

Cheers erupt, and Y/N takes a moment to close her eyes as the lights slowly shine from the edges of the stages, displaying stars and planets around the arena.

“And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers,” The voice over plays through the venue, recorded by none other than Madonna herself. “And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.“

It goes quiet after that, and Y/N can hear the tick start in her ear piece, meaning she was meant to come in in a couple seconds.

“You,” She starts, the spot light finally landing on her, “You love it how I move you, you love it how I touch you.”

Her dancers had begun slowly moving, building up to when the song really gets going.

“My one,” She struts forward, “It lingers when we’re done. You’ll believe God is a woman.”

Harry can’t believe how breathtaking she looks, and how good the song sounds. It’s mature and sexy, and he’s eating up every bit of it, watching the dancers move gracefully along with the beat, his girl strutting herself to the front of the stage and moving in ways that have his suit pants tightening some.

He listens to the lyrics, watches how she drops to her knees before male dancers pick her up gracefully and hold her up.

The dots are connecting.

“I can tell that you know when and how I want it.”

“Baby, lay me down, and let’s pray.”

Harry is gripping the seat handle a bit rough, listening to her not-so-subtly sing about having sex, and only know to Harry, she’s singing about every time they’ve had sex.

He should’ve known something esas brewing in that pretty head of hers when he’d wake up after they’d had sex and she’d be sat against the headboard, blush on her cheeks as she’d scribble things down in her journal.

“Wha’ are yeh doing, lovie?” Harry would sleepily mumble, scooting over to wrap his arms around her hips and rest his head against her stomach.

“Nothin,” She’d hum, though a mischievous little smile on her lips as she’d run her fingers through his curls.

Harry watches as a choir walks out from backstage, blue robes on and harmonizing to the words “God is a woman” over and over, Y/N hitting impressive high notes that send shivers down his spine, moving her body in ways that then send those feelings right to his cock.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He mumbles under his breath, though even if he’d said it normally no one would be able to hear it over the beautiful gospel singing ringing through the venue.

Y/N is lifted up by two men, sat on their shoulders as she crosses her legs, looking sexy and sleek as she sings the finishing lines, the choir all around her.

“It lingers when we’re done. You’ll believe God is a woman.”

There’s a second or two of silence after that before the crowd absolutely goes insane. Harry stands, smirking at his beautiful girlfriend, chest bubbling with pride at her accomplishments and the amazing song, but his cock also straining so painfully in his pants that he knows will be stained with pre-cum if he doesn’t do something about it.

And so as the cheering seemingly never ends, he sees Y/N lowered back to her feet, a wide grin on her cheeks as she listens to the applause.

Harry takes that chance to walk to the nearest bathroom and do something he hasn’t done since he started dating Y/N: Jack off.

He’d sat in the single bathroom, suit pants pushed down far enough for his cock to spring against his stomach, but he’d only gotten a few desperate tugs in before his phone dinged.

‘Where are you, H?’

Y/N was going to join the audience to watch the rest of the show, and Harry was absent from his seat. Of course.

A low groan comes from his lips and he types back as quickly as he can with one hand, ‘Bathroom’, (not daring to take his other hand off his dick.) He watched the screen for her reply, hand slowly stroking up and down his shaft, feeling precum dribbling onto his fingers some, wetting his cock even further.

He’s glad he remembered to toss his rings into his coat pocket on the way.

‘Hurry back! They’re about to announce your award, babe!’

Harry’s brows furrow, and he’s unsure if he could really tug one out in the next minute or so, then jog back to his seat. He growls under his breath, swiping his precum from his tip to try and minimize the damage that would be done to his boxers, before tucking the throbbing member back in and tugging his trousers up.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He curses, shoving his phone in his pocket and washing his hands half heartedly.

Now he’s getting a bit cranky. Y/N had looked too good, and he’s considering just accepting his award then rushing her to the family bathroom and fucking her nice and quick. But he knows they wouldn’t have time.

She was up for three awards, and he was up for two. They’d never find time.

It had taken him three minutes to find his seat again, Y/N’s eyes meeting his as he slid into the cushioned seat beside hers.

“What took y’so long, babe?” She mumbles quietly, hand slipping in his over his thigh.

“Your song was good,” Is all he says, mind not really processing anything other than just how good she looked up on stage.

Then his eyes look over to her, a little smirk on her rosey lips, and now he’s really about to cum untouched. Harry feels like a 16 year old boy again.

“You liked it, yeah?” She hums, hand slipping from his and slowly up his thigh.

“I swear on your fuckin’ cunt that if you do anything—” Harry growls under his breath, but her hand is pressing into the large tent in his pants, making him bite into his hand some to suppress a groan.

“What were you saying about m’cunt?” Y/N giggles, eyes looking up to the stage to watch as they bring up the Top Male Artist.

“Harry Styles!” His name is exclaimed by the announcer, Y/N’s smirk only growing as his face goes white.

“Babe, I cannot fuckin’ go up there like this!” He hisses under his breath, looking to her.

But the cameras are turning to them, and Y/N pulls her hand from his lap, sending a sly smile his way as she nudges him from his seat. “Look like what? Y’look sexy t’me,” Her smug voice coos, kissing his cheek as he slowly rises from his seat.

Harry sends a forced smile to the camera, walking to the stage a bit awkwardly, not sure of how he could hide his bulge. He just decides to keep his head up, walking confidently because he has a boner, who cares?

Other than millions of fan girls, nobody.

Y/N watches him walk up on stage, and as he reaches the mic and comes to a stop, she can’t help but chew into her lip some as she sees his bulge bounce some, being able to picture his cock tucked into his trousers, heavy and throbbing, leaking as it longs for Y/N’s hands tight around it.

Maybe even something else of Y/N’s.

He says a quick speech thanking his fans, looking around the venue at everybody but Y/N, knowing she’s wearing a shit-eating grin. And he walks back quickly, though trying his hardest to not waddle because— fuck— he had stupidly shoved his cock down between his legs during his hurry, and his thighs are rubbing against his shaft with every move.

Fuck you, Y/N, and your perfect everything.

As he reaches his seat again, she can’t help her upturned lips, the glint in her eyes telling him all he needs to know.

“See?” She whispers, leaning over so her lips brush his ear the tiniest bit, fingers tracing over his cock lightly as her hot breath hits his neck. “You looked nice and thick.”

Harry closes his eyes tightly, lips teases together as he refrains from shoving her dress up to her hips and bending her over the back of the seats right then and there. He could get another award tonight for getting his baby girl to a nice, fucked out headspace in less than two minutes. She’d be there eventually tonight, all he needs to do his shaft in—

“Babe,” He grita through his clenched teeth, eyes on the stage in front of them, seeing Kelly Clarkson announcing another performance, “There’s another performance, and if I don’t have yeh clenching around m’cock in the next couple minutes, my balls might actually fall off.”

She pouts, “I love this song.”

Y/N,” Harry breathes desperately, placing his hand over hers that was still lightly running over his bulge and pressing it down hard, a low groan escaping his lips.

“Alright, Alright, I’ll go to the bathroom and you leave a minute or two after me,” She instructs, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek that has him shuttering out a small breath, watching as she hops up from her seat and strut off to the bathrooms.


Part II

New Years Kiss (E.D)

Summary: Ethan invites you over to his place for a New Years Eve party and maybe even a smooch ;)

Requested: Yep, by the lovely @dolanswifey 

Word Count: 2.1K +

You wrung your hands, standing outside the Dolan Twin’s household, trying to muster up the courage to knock on the wooden door. You knew you were being silly. Ethan had already agreed to go to the New Year’s party with you. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. You and Ethan had been on two dates already.. which had ended in the same way -

A simple kiss on the cheek.

Maybe this time you were just looking for a little something more..

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BUT BECAUSE I’M FAT AND HOT TOPIC HATES MAKING ANYTHING PLUS SIZED, IT PROBABLY WON’T FIT ME >:’( But I’m so tempted to buy it if it’s still here by the end of the month.  

So, fandom.  I need you to do me a favor.

Someone with money, buy this (bonus point if you’re 2X or 3X) and model this for me.  If it fits you, than I know it will for me.  Than submit the photo for me. 

You’ll have my eternal gratitude, as well as a very happy Lei for Halloween, looking cute AF in her new Bendy kigurumi for Halloween.  


Okay so I know many people have done 4th year au’s where the person Harry would miss the most is Draco. However what if it was Pansy?

Of course everyone is shocked by this. Why on earth would Harry Potter miss Pansy Parkinson the most? They barely know each other. Pansy herself is confused, annoyed and flattered all at the same time, whilst Harry is embarrassed and scared that his secret will come out.

Clearly it isn’t something as easy as that he fancies her oh no, it’s a lot more complex. You see Harry has always known he needs Malfoy in his life. He is the only person who treats him like a normal being not the ‘famous’ Harry Potter. Harry needs the occasional fights in order to keep his wits about him and stay sane. He is the only one who sees that the only real person who can protect Draco is Pansy. Yes, he has Crabbe and Goyle but they’re not friends they’re accomplices. They could never help Draco as much as Pansy does.

That’s why Pansy will be the thing Harry misses the most because if she’s lost then so is Draco and then in the long run, so is Harry. Pansy plays a much bigger role than anyone may think. To most she’s Draco’s sidekick with a silly schoolgirl crush, but to Harry she’s Draco’s support, his lifeline and really, his only friend. To lose her, he’d end up losing his true self because everyone else would overwhelm him with the pressure to be ‘Harry Potter’, and that’s something he can’t afford to lose.

//Ayyyy another shitty idea that occurred to me at night which I’ve only just got around to writing properly.

Do Not Let This World Cause Your Steps to Falter

I am here for all you motherfuckers that never made it onto the 30 under 30 list and are still secretly not okay about that. I see you who got to be the responsible one with all that entails, or who just got dealt bad cards and now you’re taking care of kids or parents or siblings or hell maybe all of them and when you rush into the coffeeshop because you’re already late doing things for someone else you see all the young faces in there tapping away at their macbooks and you think, I used to write. You can still. There is no expiration date. I am here for you who started 100 stories and haven’t finshed one yet. You will. Keep walking.

I am here for you, who did the things everyone said you should and are now washed up on the far shore with a dull ache in your chest and the lurking worry that you are so far from where you wanted to be. I am here for Raymond Chandler, who didn’t even start writing fiction until he was 44. I am here for Annie Proulx, who wrote short stories for 30 years before getting her first novel published when she was 57. I am here for all of you that will never see your stories published, and I am here for those of you that will and have your heart broken when they do not sell. I see you looking out the side of your eyes at other people’s lives, lives where bodies don’t hurt, that don’t seem to involve bills or shitty jobs or just having to give and give and give of yourself to others until there’s nothing left for you except that old composition book by the bed that you haven’t picked up in a week.

I am here for you freelancers where every day is a new war; I am here for you day-jobbers where it’s all the same old battle and then family at night and you’re too tired to work on the story and all you want to do is watch TV. I see you and I want you to know that you’re okay. That we all fight this battle in different ways, and I know you’re doing the best you can. Living is hard. Creating is harder. I am here for you on the weeks you write zero words and the weeks you only write 500 and the weeks it all flows out of you like salt water and you’ve written 10,000. I see you when you look back over it and wonder if any of it is any damn good at all. Keep it. It’s good. Keep going. You can edit when you are done.

I am here for you when the work is too raw, too personal, and you lay down your pencil in fear of what people will think. Writing is an act of opening, of empathy, of love. It is an act, above all, of hope. It traffics in feelings we are too scared to show in our public lives, and that is one of the great consolations of fiction: it reassures us that others feel like this, too. Do not shy away from these emotions; embrace them. Cause them. It is the greatest thing you can do with your pen: make people feel. Creating is a strange, teetering walk between a terrifying self-criticism, and not giving a damn what anyone else thinks. Go too far one way and you will never finish; go too far the other and what you finish will never improve. Listen to the whispers in your mind about the weaknesses in your work, but do not let them shout.

I see those of you waiting for permission to begin. Waiting to afford a course or read that How to Write book or improve your grammar or find a publisher or even just some assurance that your story is worth hearing in an industry dominated by loud people who don’t look or sound like you. I hereby give you permission: please begin. You need nothing more than a cheap notebook and a pencil and the contents of your beautiful, unique, experienced mind. We’re all faking it; we all stepped off the cliff and learned to fly on the way down. We’re still faking it every damn day. It looks scary but I promise you: you will fly. There is craft to learn but it can come later, once you’re flushed with the habit of putting words on paper as often as you can. Please begin. You have a voice that is made only the sweeter for being heard. You have a story that is all the richer for waiting.

I see you who begin over and over again, and then become tired or frustrated or stuck. I want you to forgive yourself.  I want you to let this be fun. You don’t have to be fancy. You don’t have to be literary. You don’t have to write the Great American Novel straight off the starting blocks. Be silly. Write smut. Write sci-fi. Write a sonnet. Put the big story aside. If you keep writing, the problems in the big works tend to unknot themselves on their own. It can take years, but one day you’ll be working on something else and have an extra scene and realise that’s what the old story needed all along, and all the pieces will cascade into place with a simplicity and a beauty that will stun you. Or maybe that old work will be the one lending scenes and moments to a newer, more confident story. Keep writing. Be excited for endings. Writing a great ending is one of the most satisfying creative experiences in existence.

I am here for you writing at midnight once everyone else is asleep, for you alt-tabbing away at work to a Google doc with a tenuous few sentences, for you tapping notes on the subway, for you just telling stories in your own head that you hope you’ll find time to write down later. I am here for you daydreamers and dawdlers and misfits, finding yourself on the page one difficult mark at a time. Whether your notebook holds poetry, cartoons, short stories, novels, fanfic, comics, essays, autobio, or anything else, the way you express yourself is valid and worthwhile. Do not hold yourself to popular forms; hold yourself only to your heart’s desires. You will probably never make money out of this so you might as well make yourself happy. Move towards joy, but know that there is also work. Do not be afraid of the work. Do not be worried about critics; once the story leaves your hands it begins a life of its own, apart from and no longer beholden to you. And you won’t mind to set this delicate paper ship onto the cold and contrary sea of opinion, because you’ve already started on a new one. 

I am here for you. There is no too late or too early. There is only now. 

It is time to begin.

anonymous asked:

Pls share any thoughts you might have on Barry Allen (you always have such wonderful thoughts about every character and amazing grasps on their characters and poor Barry has been falling victim to mischaracterisation at every turn for the past eight years)

he calms me down. superman symbolizes the good people can achieve and be even in their darkest moments but flash makes me feel that people are already good, in a way? he’s like the exact opposite of an anxiety attack where everything looks scary but the silly kind of scary where you know it’s all just in your head. he’s the guy who doesn’t get fazed by something you thought was the end of the world so you catch yourself thinking “hey? hey. this isn’t bad. yeah this isn’t bad”

he brings so much positivity to the table and it’s not the annoying kind, it’s the “i can make the day better” in a very chill, matter-of-fact tone, which could so easily sidetrack his character and make him be a bit faster than life, yet he cares and will go out of his way to slow down just to show it. he’s so genuinely kind and that’s only multiplied by the flash family who are, to date, one of the most lovable families the dcu has had on such a big, extended-members basis

every flash is so laid back in their own way, but the reason i consider barry “my” flash is because i always found a hint of something more in his character. i can see the sacrifices he’s had to make in the way he carries himself but i can also see the crystal clear acknowledgement that he’s one of the very, very few people who hold the power to change the tides so monstrously. so he accepts it. he accepts that responsibility. he more than readily accepted it when he very first got his powers because he knew he was now the only person who could finally find his mother’s real killer and drop his dad’s charges; he accepted it when he tried to keep his mother from dying in the first place just to have the entire timeline completely turn around because of his actions. and instead of being okay with this new reality, instead of turning a blind eye which was so much easier to do than to actively try and do his duty (and possibly die in the process), he did what was right for literally everyone else except for him and lost her all over again so things could be the way they were

he’s so invested. it’s the only appropriate word i can use to describe him. you can see how much he inspired everyone who met him just by the legacy he left after his death, by how the other heroes talked about him in near reverence. the respect they had for all he had attained, how they held him as the gold standard for others to achieve (not just the justice league but the entire world). he’s had one of the most heroic deaths in Crisis on Infinite Earths, one of his last few words literally being “there is always hope” even as he was willingly getting torn apart to save everyone he loved and knew, and the people he’d never met or would likely ever meet. why? because he could. so he did

the reason i began by putting clark and barry side by side is because i consider clark to be one of the most human characters in the entire dcu and yet barry still has something more, however small the difference might be. he’s in every sense of the word a real hero and a genuinely good human being


H҉áppy B̸i̸rt͝h͟da̢y͠ ̛A̴n͟t̡is͢ep̧t̨ic̴ey͜e!

I know I already made the silly edit of Anti today for his birthday. But I wanted to do something else and also have an excuse to make a post about the edits I constantly make of him especially about some of the ones I’ve made this year. Without a doubt Antisepticeye is my favorite thing to make photo edits of because I can always put so much creativity into them, even into the ones that I don’t end up liking. Plus it’s fun to create the scenario in my head of where the edits will go just from inspiration I get from a simple screenshot I take from a video or a picture that Seán will post of himself. I think that this year especially I’ve really improved a whole lot when it comes to photo editing and while I don’t think my edits even compare to a lot of the amazing edits and art work that people make of Anti. I’m still really proud of almost all of them and I always have tons of fun making them. Sometimes while I’m making one I get super excited because I love how it’s coming out and how it comes together once it’s all finished. Technically if it wasn’t for Anti I wouldn’t have started to edit my screenshots I take of Seán in the first place. I put so much more effort into what I post on here now that I really feel like I’m constantly throwing my all into some of the posts I make. So yeah if it wasn’t for this character and the inspiration I got from Robin’s amazing video editing for this character too. I wouldn’t have improved on something I already loved to do with my time everyday. So I really appreciate Antisepticeye for that reason and it’s why I look forward to any future appearances with him in the videos and with whatever creative thing that Seán and Robin decide to do with him in future too. :)  

Run Away With Me // Jung Hoseok, Princess+TutorAU!

Originally posted by sugaa

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (OC name: Hari)

Genre: Princess x TutorAU!, Fluff, Angst, Historical

Summary; You’re the Princess of a great Kingdom, but you’ve been in love with your ballroom dance Tutor, Hoseok, from the moment you laid eyes on him. The King, your father, plans to send you away to marry into another royal family to join together two Kingdoms in holy matrimony. Can you accept your royal duty and leave Hoseok behind, locking him away forever in your memories?

Authors note: This scenario was written for @screaming-hoseok as she won second place in my giveaway! This is the first time I’ve used a name other than (Y/N) for the reader, so I hope you will all enjoy this oneshot AU! (especially you, Hari!!) This story is loosely inspired by a little otome game I play called ‘Midnight Cinderella’.

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I like fighting scenarios, especially because they’re followed by making up scenarios, LOL




The first fight

  •  Okay, he says in one of his calls that even fighting with you would feel good.
  • Well… he was wrong. This isn’t good AT ALL!
  • Honestly, he barely remembers how it started, it was something very silly like who would be responsible for dinner that one night.
  • And it ended with you feeling frustrated because apparently, he has a tendency to take all responsibility for himself and treat you like a porcelain doll who shouldn’t do anything. 
  • You’re even feeling excluded on the investigations about his brother because he doesn’t want you involved to deal with something so dark and potentially dangerous. For God’s sake, you almost got brainwashed in a cult, what could be darker than that?
  • Okay… now that he thinks about it, he might be acting a little overprotective, but It’s because he wants to protect you and take all your burden to him. You’ve been through a lot because of him, shouldn’t it be natural now that he pays back?
  • He considers asking for advice from the guys, especially Jumin, who seems to be wiser.
  • But the thing is Jumin knows shit about women, so he ends up asking for advice from Jaehee.
  •  Which is very awkward, but what can he do? You’ve been acting cold and aloof for a couple of days now ever since the arguing.
  • “Well… as far as I know, relationships aren’t about one taking the other’s struggle, it’s about… finding common ground and enduring difficulties together.” “Even if… one already endured too much because of the other?”
  • “It’s not about making it up, is it? It’s about forgiving, moving on and making sure not to make the same mistakes again. This is maturity, I’m sure you do your best to be ery mature to MC, Mr. Saeran.”
  •  “I… try. But… what if I’m failing?” “Then you should try to be humble, apologize and ask for her help. That’s what I think, at least…”
  • Apologize… he does that quite often with you, so it’s not a problem, is it?
  • “I’m… really sorry. And I know I say that a lot, but I didn’t say before this time because I wasn’t sure on what I did wrong. You’re… strong, MC, you’re an adult, you’re mature, responsible and smart, and you don’t need me to protect you all the time, so I’m sorry if I’ve been patronizing you, I want to take care of you just as much as you take care of me.”
  • You stare at his face without blinking for a few moments. Oh no… are you still mad? Did he screw this up even more now?
  • “Thank you for saying that…” you hug him before kissing him.
  •  “So… are we good? Did we make up?” “Hmmm… not entirely yet…” you kiss him again.
  • He makes a mental note to thank Jaehee later.

Headcanons to celebrate the 1st year of this blog, as explained here!

Headcanon: Jon got detention because he heard some kids making fun of the new kid— which was Damian— and of course, he couldn’t ignore it. No matter the nagging words that were echoing in his mind from his father: “don’t do anything, Jon” or “just ignore them.” In the end, Jon got in trouble for scaring a kid a year older than him. Damian waited for him when he heard the news of his best friend getting detention.

“You didn’t have to wait,” Jon muttered, feeling embarrassed that Damian was waiting from him like a little kid.

“Sure I do. We have criminals to catch together.” Damian leaned away from the wall, yawned, then asked, “So what did you do?”


“Oh, please. It must’ve been something silly. So, what was it? A boy was picking on a girl? A boy stealing your homework?” Damian raised his eyebrow in question, wondering what excuse Jon had.

“It wasn’t silly,” Jon scoffed. “You wouldn’t understand.” Like he would ever tell Damian the truth.

Damian shrugged. “Probably not. Sill, don’t get detention again. I waited an hour for you.”

“Can’t promise that.” If they talk about you again, he finished in his mind.

Sweet Pea x Reader
Chapter 1: Knight in Shining Armor
WC: 1654
Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, Abuse

Preview / Prologue

Almost a month had come and gone in the blink of an eye since you stumbled home at Sweet Pea’s side. You held your phone to your ear with your shoulder, clutching your bag in one hand and working to unlock the trailer door with the other.

“Yes,” you laughed, swinging the door open. “Sweets, I’ll be there. I swear.” Toni’s birthday had snuck up on you in no time, too.

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winner as boyfriends (4/5)

seungyoon version

jinwoo ver. / seunghoon ver. / mino ver.

Originally posted by seungyoon

  • ever since you became friends he had small crush on you
  • he never tried to hide it either
  • between the small subtle hints and flirting, you had figured out about his crush rather quickly
  • the day he asked you out you were having dinner with your group of friends and he pulled you aside and asked to get some air with him
  • after spending some time walking around outside he gained the courage to ask you out
  • and you said yes without hesitation
  • the first couple weeks of dating were like awkward as you both didn’t have much experience with dating
  • but eventually the awkwardness went away and you both acted like you had dated for years
  • “what do you want for dinner?”
  • “… can we get take out?”
  • “of course.”
  • he would have a million nicknames for you, everyday he would come up with something new
  • princess, honey, sweets, angel, sunshine, and babe are just some of the few he’s come up with
  • he’d probably write you like 12 songs then perform them for you on his guitar
  • he loves hearing your singing voice so he’d want you to sing along with him
  • you actually featured on one of winners albums after he introduced you to the fans
  • tour was long and lonely for the both of you but he balanced talking to you and spending time with his fans
  • whenever he would facetime with you his bandmates would run in and interrupt him which resulted in being yelled at
  • everytime he saw something that made him think of you, he would buy it and keep it until he was coming up
  • in the end you would have around 15 presents waiting for you
  • for the most part dates are at places like the arcade, amusement park, or in winners practice room when he’s too busy to go out
  • on your one year anniversary he wanted to do something special so he took you on a trip to the beach
  • the two hour trip was filled with silly games, and laughs
  • when you arrived at the beach seungyoon immediately swept you off your feet and ran to the water to drop you in
  • which resulted in you chasing him around to give him a hug with your wet clothes as revenge
  • after playing for awhile he took you to a local restaurant and ordered a surplus of food
  • you started getting sleepy after a whole day of fun and play so he took you to the penthouse that he had rented
  • before going to bed he would give you a long back rub to make up for all that you had given him
  • you were so relaxed you ended up falling asleep with all the lights on
  • he would reach over to the lamp and turn it off then quietly round you up in his arms so he could hold you through the night

a/n: sorry for the wait! also a reminder since when this was requested taehyun was still in winner i will include him in the group for this specific request!


I just wanted to do something silly and it ended up becoming more of a project than I intended

Idk why Kuro has to hold everyone but please ignore that in favor of trendy sneakers and bowties

First base by @mapleleauf, second base by @mugges