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anonymous asked:

Do you think He tian is clingly

HE TIAN? CLINGY ??? 

OF COURSE HE ISSSSSSSSS!!!!!! 

HE CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF MO GUAN SHAN

TIANSHAN 5EVAH!!!

LONG ASS HE TIAN POST.  

FIRST MEETING. CAN’T STOP STARING AT GUAN SHAN’S LIPS. 

GIVES NO FUCKS THAT GUAN SHAN ALMOST MURDERED ZHAN. ALL HE TIAN WANTS IS FOR GUAN SHAN TO COOK SOME DELICIOUS FOOD FOR HIM. 

KNOWS HIS FAMILY BACKGROUND. KNOW HIS PHONE NUMBER. 

WANTS TO TOUCH HIS BALLS. ANY EXCUSE. HE GIVES NO FUCKS ABOUT REVENGE. HE TIAN WANTS TO JUST  TOUCH GUAN SHAN’S BALLS. 

MAKES UP SHIT JUST TO GET CLOSE TO HIM. 

TOUCHING LIPS BECAUSE HE TIAN IS OBSESSED WITH GUAN SHAN’S LIPS. 

COULDN’T RESIT TO GRAB HIS BOOBS. 

AT SCHOOL JUST CHILLING WITH THE BAE

GIVING HIM CUTE NICKNAMES. 

THE KISS. HE COULDN’T RESIST. HE FINALLY CAUGHT THOSE LIPS. 

DEFENDING HIS BOYFRIEND’S HONOR. 

TENDER MOMENT. HAND TOUCHING. I WISH I HAD A BOYFRIEND WHO LOOKED AT ME LIKE HE TIAN LOOKS AT MO GUAN SHAN. 

THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO GO ON A DATE. 

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TOO MUCH TOO MUCH 

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oh yousef the little puppy dog. I dont know how every single person in that room didn’t just stare at you as you kept looking back Sana. boy you are not subtle bless you. You know the minute the are out of the room elias slapped you upside the head.

Lord of Thorns (Chapter Fifteen)

I’m sorry.
For… all of this. For every word.

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

I’m so sorry.
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“Wade!” Peter was shouting as he ran up the steps to the castle. “Wade! I’m home!”

He’s returned. Master, he has returned.

Wade didn’t move, staring blankly at the wall, his hood and cloak wrapped tightly around himself.

Master, the boy has returned.

He still didn’t move, knowing it couldn’t be true. He had heard the words in his head every day for a week now, and it was driving him mad. Apparently his delusion had progressed to actually physically hearing the words, and that was just….

His head dropped back against the wall with a thud, and he flinched when the thorns on his head throbbed on impact.

“Wade!”
Well that was… new. He didn’t usually hallucinate Peter’s voice, but who knew what else this madness would bring to–

“Oh! Here you are! Why didn’t you answer me?”

Wade flinched, certainly not expecting to be touched, and he pulled away with a little cry when Peter dropped to his knees beside him.

“Hey. Hey, it’s me.” Peter said quietly. “Just me, Wade.”

“Peter?” Wade asked, licking his dry lips, his voice hoarse. “Is it really you? You came back?”

“Of course I did.” Peter reached for him, grasping his arm hard. “Did you think I– you thought I wouldn’t come back? No, no I was always going to come back. Always gonna come home. I told you I would. Just took a little longer than I thought. Are you gonna hold me, or what? Why are you wearing your hood?” He was rambling, so relieved to be back home he didn’t think anything of Wade’s silence and reached to pull the hood off.

Don’t, Pete, you don’t want to see me.” Wade stood to his feet, backing away several steps.

“I missed you.” Peter protested, hurt. “Just want you to hold me, Wade, please? Why won’t you just–”

Don’t.” Wade’s voice was harsher now, but Peter ignored him.

“What’s the matter? Let me see–” Peter reached up for the hood again and Wade captured both his wrists in one big hand.

“Pete.” He said quietly. “It’s worse now. Everything is worse now and I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“I don’t care.” Peter said firmly. “I don’t care about that. You know I don’t. It’s been almost two weeks, I just want to see you.”

Wade hesitated for a long moment, then slowly reached up and pulled his hood off, and Peter covered his mouth with his hand. “Oh.”  

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Goodbye

I took the long road home just to remember
That cold March scene
It was the first time we held hands
And the first time I fell in love
Nothing will be alright
No not after what you said to me

I still wear the key wherever I go
And I still sleep with the ring next to me.
Everything I see
Reminds me of the promises I couldn’t keep
I’m left with a broken heart
And a corpse remaining in my bed.

Now I have to lay these memories to rest
In a gorgeous cemetery

I will never forget the life we planned
And how every time we kissed I felt less broken
My heart is starting to fade away
Cuz I can’t stop staring at that picture frame
Oh, I understand that these lyrics aren’t the best
And I’m so sorry darling, but they’re the last thing i have left

These ghosts never stop screaming at me
And telling me how much i fucked up everything
So I’m sitting here, writing my apology
In a string of damaged melodies
The sky is crashing down on me tonight
I just hope that you’re doing alright.

Now I have to lay these memories to rest
In a gorgeous cemetery

So let’s whisper goodbye to thee and me

fic: hotline

pairing: jenny/fem!giles (femslash calendiles)
words: ~650
summary: willow wakes jenny up with a question.
a/n: it’s @jenny-calendar‘s birthday!! lov u celia!!! <3 this one’s for u.

It’s one AM when Jenny picks up the phone to hear Willow’s far-too-lively voice blurt out a very strange question.

“Sorry?” Jenny says, rolling over to poke Gil with concern in her eyes. “It’s Willow,” she mouths. “Must be important.”

“Um,” Willow says on the other end. She seems to be losing whatever courage she’d had. “If… um. If I’m staring at her mouth all the time… will she notice? I mean… I don’t! I don’t stare, right? But sometimes I can’t help it. Looking, I mean. She has a nice mouth. And—and you always look down at Gil’s mouth before you go to kiss her, so—will she think I want to kiss her?”

“Gil?” Jenny asks, dumbfounded.

“What?” Willow says. “Oh! No! No, no, not—I meant Buffy.”

Obviously.

“Oh,” Jenny says, relieved. “Right. I kinda just woke up.”

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Dean didn’t see it at first. He didn’t realize the difference of behaviour from Sam. He didn’t see the careful awareness of movements, he didn’t see the longing looks and stares.

He didn’t see any of it. Sam was sure.
Sam was wrong. Dean did see it, he saw everything.

He knows, because that was the same way he felt.
He couldn’t act on his desire, it was his little brother for Christ sake.
He would corrupt Sam. Little did he know, Sam was already corrupted from himself.

anonymous asked:

[smiling corvo anon] looks goods, ye! thank! (I mean I didn't mean to make you draw it I just thought I was missing it in the gallery or something >.>)

No problem, Smiling Corvo Anon <3 You’ve actually had perfect timing, since i was just browsing through the requests to find something light to paint after work when Your ask arrived, and smiling Corvo was just the right thing XD

And don’t worry, I wouldn’t paint it if I didn’t find it interesting or fun <3 

Anonymous said:

Your smiling Corvo art is so awesome I can’t stop staring ^^

Thanks Anon, glad You liked :D

Cheers to both of You, have a nice day / evening <3

anonymous asked:

I feel that if a girl walks around in skin tight yoga pants, she has no right to be upset if a guy stares at her. Do you agree?

No I don’t agree, staring at people in general is rude. Don’t be shocked when a woman calls you out on it 🙄women have bodies, and wear clothes, that’s not a reason to stare. Deal with it.

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i love the third years

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“Hello, Jane,” he said, and his voice was as bright and intense as his eyes. It was hard not to be captured by this Gansey; he was both powerful and worrisome in his tension.

Don’t stare – too late.

Writing Problems
  • *types a word and then sees that it has the notorious red squiggly line* you wanna fight Google Docs I know I spelled that shit right"
  •  *types a word and it turns out it is not an actual word* WELL THAT SHOULD BE A WORD"
  • “I wrote the word ‘said’ in my work 124 times FUCK”
  • *makes inhumane screeching noise when someone interrupts my typing midsentence*
  • The blinking cursor of a blank word document
  • *spills beverage on notes*
  • *cat sits on laptop*
  • 'I’m in the middle of writing a good chapter and my laptop is about to die and the charger is on the other side of the room, why is my suffering so real’
  • *stares off into space for upwards of five minutes*
  • 'Am I characterizing a character so well because I know the character or am I writing them as I would write myself’
  • A WILD WRITER’S BLOCK APPEARED
  • “lol who needs sustenance when I’m IN THE  Z O N E
  • Feeling like you will never be able to write well again
  • Feeling relief when you get inspired and write like crazy
  • That feeling of inspiration that makes you shiver and makes your nerves buzz
  • oneshot? more like 'oh-shit-this-morphed-into-a-thirty-chapter-novel'shot
  • *more staring into space*
  • lol what’s dialogue
  • having to pee but can’t because I’m IN THE  Z O N E
  • being IN THE  Z O N E
  • Being OUT OF THE  Z O N E and crying about it
  • comparing myself to other writers (never do OK)
  • switching POV accidentally
  • BLANK WORD DOCUMENT
  • Tenses
  • *stares more intensely into space*
  • *computer starts whirring like crazy* babe I know this writing’s fire but you need to calm down
  • *looks into empty beverage mug* why
  • *sees a cliché* *cringes*
  • will the reader understand what I’m saying here lol I hope so
  • sleep? what’s that lol
  • *thinks about writing while at social events*
  • *gets inspired to write at the most inconvenient of times, such as at the dentist’s or in the shower*
  • *gets zero inspiration when actually has time to write*
  • WRITER’S BLOCK
  • B L A N K  W O R D  D O C U M E N T
  • *stares into space forevermore*