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I have had four pets in my life.

When I was a child, I had a smol, angry orange striped cat who tolerated me and loved my brother, who was deeply allergic to him.

When I was a young adult, a small, delicate black and white cat wandered in off the street and stayed, warm and safe for the remainder of his short time with me.

When my mother was sick, when my mother was dying, we brought home a little tuxedo cat who slept in the crook of my mother’s neck, purring against her shoulder.

What I’m saying is that nothing in my pet ownership history has prepared me for 18 pounds of I’M PRETTY SURE YOU’RE A RACCOON AND NOT A CAT that today SOMEHOW GOT ONTO THE GODDAMN CEILING FAN.

You can tell that he’s deeply traumatized by his latest adventure.

This is a lie.

He’s already thinking about how to get back up there.

There are some homes
you are not meant to stay in,
only visit, maybe rearrange
the furniture a little bit,
put some flowers in a vase,
scratch the floor with
coarse shoes and peel
the wallpaper in some corners.

I’d like to think I left your home
a little prettier than I found
it, because yes,
you might have
shook the walls and broke
some windows on mine,
and yes, you only
made me stay awhile
but darling,
you still made me feel safe
and warm inside.

—  of temporary homes // Genefe Navilon

what to do when you have a crush on your best friend 

[peter parker x reader]

author’s note: watched homecoming last night and i loved everything about it. this took a while to write because i kept getting distracted, and that title is whatever because i literally couldn’t think of anything else lolol

word count: 2,369

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Friends Don’t Do That (Hyungwon x Reader)

Admin: Candi
“hey can i request a hyungwon smut pls? in which he’s like needy and whiny – anon”
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/reader: Hyungwon X Reader
Genre/warning(s):  fluffy smut?
Words: 2.6k
Authors note: He is one of my bias from Monsta X so like I’m in love with him? Hope you enjoy this fic

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anonymous asked:

sorry if this is dumb, but what's the story behind muscle pear?

oh my GOD okay so it started about 2 (June 21st, 2015) years ago, specifically with this post

my half assed attempt at some poor nightmare fuel, but I he was actually dubbed musclepear by my followers. then I later edited my original post, giving him the tag of musclepear

and so then on he has been called musclepear. then I got more requests to draw him, which shocked me honestly. one night, myself, my friend, and another artist on here came up with a girlfriend for him, Fritney

where he adopted the less scary and the more chiseled look

then I started drawing him some more, further refining his look and character, allowing him to adopt a more wholesome, soft, and pure style and personality

The shorts? Here to stay. That warm, safe feeling you get in the presence of a soft, but reassuring protector? Eternal.

People have non stop asked me to draw him since. Why? I don’t fucking know. I honestly could NEVER tell you why people LOVE musclepear. I actively refused to draw him and simply ignored requests for a year. Until now.

In the year and a half I didn’t draw him, he became a corn farmer, and he adopts old dogs and cats and lets them live out their days on his farm, using his profits to make their transition comfortable.

you beautiful, blue-eyed bastard

I will call you mine someday

You dont exist right now in my life but you are there outside. Maybe you are happy. Maybe you are sad. Maybe you are running outside somewhere looking for Me.

who you dont know yet. But we will get to know each other someday.
I dont know when. You dont know it either. But we both hope it will be someday. Someday when we both can love each other.
The day will come when I look at you when we have dinner somewhere in a cute little city. And think I will call you mine. Someday will come.
You will kiss me and I will kiss you back. We will wake up and cuddle up to each other. We will be sleepy and we will stay in bed a little longer because it is so warm and safe in bed with you.

You are out there somewhere.
I think about you. But I dont know who you are. What you look like. I know nothing about you. But someday you will not be a stranger anymore.We will know everything about each other. You will be my home and I will do everything to be with you. To make you happy. I will do anything for you.
You or better said mine.

Asylum AU  “Missing”

Evan’s POV

It’s been a month since Delirious had escaped the Asylum. As much as I hate to admit it but I really do miss him. He was what I looked forward to when I woke up each morning. I thought he was getting better and was becoming more sane each time I visited him, but I guess I was wrong. The days seemed to drag on the longer he was gone.

Since he went missing I was assigned to help other patients but none of them really stood out to me like he did. Maybe I was the one who pushed him over the edge, to the point of escaping the asylum. Maybe it was because of me that he left.

I shook my head at that thought. I tried my hardest to help him and I guess my hardest wasn’t good enough. But what happened, happened and I can’t change that now.

The day was coming to an end and the stars were now visible for everyone to see. As I continued to make my way home I could feel someone staring at me. I started to feel paranoid was I continued to walk along the footpath. As I was looking at the ground I could see a shadow of a person looming towards me. I looked up to see who was walking towards me and was startled at what I saw.


“Delirious….” I started to say as I was in disbelief. 

"I thought I’d never see you again,” was all I managed to say.

"I thought I could find some place to stay but everyone kept staring at me and some of them even ran away from me. I don’t belong anywhere…”

“You’ll have a warm place to stay at. You’ll be safe there”


magnusragnor  asked:

182 + malec

182. “Stay the night. Please.”

send me a prompt?

„Did I ever tell you about the time when Catarina and I stumbled upon the ruins of a lost city when we were exploring the Amazonian jungle?” Magnus’ voice carries easily through the loft as he moves ahead to the main living space and Alec stops in the hall to set all of the shopping bags aside neatly.

After that, he follows further in, pauses in the doorway – the golden light from the chandelier above their heads reflects against the crystals sewn onto his coat, lights up the streaks in his hair and simply makes Magnus look exquisite; Alec’s stuck staring as the warlock shrugs off the coat one shoulder at a time and glances over at Alec when no reply comes for a moment too long. It’s very late on an evening and they’ve had a few drinks with their dinner, so Alec’s mind is a little hazy. He wants to sink into the ambiance of the flat, keep the last few hours in a jar like fireflies, as he never wants this day to end.

“No, you didn’t. I’d love to hear about it, though.” Alec replies, his voice a low hum, as he reduces the space separating them enough to reach out and place his hands against Magnus’ chest. He’s dressed in a well-fitted three-piece suit, black and smooth beneath Alec’s fingertips. A coy smile plays on Magnus’ lips while something entirely else flickers in those gorgeous eyes and Alec wants to kiss him so badly.

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one day the Ari and Dante movie is gonna come out and I’ll be physically a mess I’ll be brought to tears in the opening scene where he wakes up to hearts alone and when he meets Dante for the first time and when I see my beautiful boy and his wonderful parents and my other beautiful boy and his beautiful parents and how everyone cares for each other and loves unconditionally and all the moments and all the tragedies and then that final drive out into the desert when ari finally does the thing and I will be alive and I will drag my future partner to go see it with me and they’ll have to sit next to this crying mess of a young adult in the theatre because mark my words I will be broken down and rebuilt again in the duration of that movie just like that first time I read the book

Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 17

Okay I feel bad that I keep telling y’all to brace yourselves but… Well you’ll find out soon enough. @diversemediums @outlandishchridhe and I all had a great time writing this chapter. I think I’m subconsciously putting off the madness that’s set to happen because I haven’t quite worked out all the strings yet. Hopefully that’ll happen soon! There IS smut in this chapter and DM is responsible for it. SHE’S FANTASTIC YOU SHOULD GO READ HER STUFF!!

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Heather Chandler x Reader
Prompt: N/A
Requested by: N/A
Warnings: Homophobia, gendered slurs
A/N: I interrupt this stream of requests to give you: Gay


Heather Chandler never thought she’d see the day where she found her girlfriend sobbing in a stall in the girls toilet. She’d gone in to reapply her makeup during lunch with Heather Duke and Heather McNamara and had heard sobbing in the third stall. Assuming it was just some nobody she ignored it, going straight to the mirror to check her eyeliner while Duke threw a few insults at the crying girl.

“Don’t even bother, Heather, she isn’t even worth it.” Chandler sneered, noticing McNamara move towards the stall with a concerned look, she rolled her eyes and ignored her. No use in feeling pity for people who won’t give you anything in return. With vague interest at kept an eye on McNamara, running a hand through her hair. Maybe she could try a new style? Or at least a trim of some kind. She heard the telling creak of a door and paid no mind to McNamara, until a gasp filled their ears.

“Y/N?!” Chandlers eyes widened at her exclamation. In a matter of seconds Chandler had dropped her eyeliner, shoving her friends aside and dropping down on her knees in front of her girlfriend. The confusion on Duke’s face spoke volumes for all of the Heathers. This wasn’t right. Losers cried in bathroom stalls. People who aren’t worth the time it takes to speak to them did things like this. Not their friend, Y/N. Definitely not Heather Chandler’s Y/N.

Pushing your hair back from your forehead and tilting your head up with a manicured nail, Heather C saw what had caused McNamara such distress. A large black and blue bruise marred your eye, along with a bleeding cut on your forehead. Eyes that normally gazed at Heather with affection and unconditional love were filled with terror and misery that made her stomach twist in fury.

“Who did this?” Heather asked, fury dropping from her words as she, pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Your arms moved to wrap around her waist, clinging to her like a shipwrecked man would to a piece of flotsam, and Heather carefully hugged you back. She could hear her friends tittering to each other behind her and blocked out their whispers, concentrating on the growing rage inside her.

“K-Kurt and Ram.” You stuttered, wiping your eyes quickly. “T-They saw us together, before school. They know that we’re… I’m sorry, Heather.” You croaked, knowing how badly she wants to keep the relationship a secret. That didn’t matter anymore. If those mouth-breathers knew then it was only a matter of time until the whole school knew. Heather needed to form a plan, and soon. She was silent a few more moments, thinking the situation over. When her eyes met yours again, they were the same stern and cold ones she used when dealing with business.

“Heather, take her to the infirmary.” She said, standing up and brushing off her desk, snapping her fingers at McNamara who rushed forwards and took your hand, helping you up. You gave your girlfriend a worried look, but she gave you a smile back.
“I’ll meet with you by my car, after school.” She told you, pressing a kiss to your cheek and turning to Heather Duke, who looked just as angry as she was.
“Heather?” She asked, and Duke stood to attention. Chandler rolled her eyes and leaned on one leg, tapping her shoe.

“Yes, Heather?” Duke responded, always willing to please. She reminded Chandler of a lap dog. Always there to bark and nip at the ankles of her enemies at her order. It was useful, to say the least. She crossed her arms and smiled, showing her straight white teeth.
“You’re coming with me.” Her voice was like a sickly sweet poison, talking as if the following words were some innocent church phrase. “We know some boys who need castrating.”

You were fast asleep in your bed at home when you saw Heather again. It’d been hours since you were sent home from the incident. Calls had been made, and after a gruff talk from your parents you were sent upstairs to your room. They reacted better than you thought they would, saying while they didn’t quite understand why you were ‘what you were’ they would do their best to support and love you. And right now, that was all you really needed.

Sleep had come quickly once you lay down in your bed, but seemed to be stripped away in an instant as a knock at your window brought you round to consciousness. Lifting yourself from your bed, the aches and pains of your joints begged you to stop straining yourself, but you pressed on. There was only one person who would come knocking at your window at night. Slipping from your bed you crept over the the windowsill and opened your blinds, eyes meeting with your girlfriends. She looked as perfect as ever, her clothes immaculate, gorgeously styled  blonde hair framing her pretty face. You grinned at her and unlocked your window, wondering how you got so lucky.

She climbed into your room silently, locking the window behind her before turning and pulling you into a tight hug. You pressed your face into her shoulder and breathed perfume in, letting her hold you close. Her touch filled you with a feeling of warmth like no other, and you’d never felt safer than when you were in her arms.
“I’ve dealt with everything.” She whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as you sighed. There was no point in asking for details. You trusted Heather, and if she said it was sorted then it was sorted. Leading her over to your bed the two of you lay down, resting your head on her chest and holding each other tight.

“Parents?” She asked, running a hand through your hair lazily. You gazed up at her, smiling at the view.
“Confused, but supportive. Yours?” She shrugged and nodded.
“The same, really. I was in more trouble for what Heather and I did to Tweedledick and Tweedledumb.” Her grin grew at the thought, as you laughed. Normally you weren’t one that enjoyed others being hurt, but considering the circumstances, Kurt and Ram absolutely deserved what was coming to them
“Jesus. What did you do?” You giggled as she ran a finger along your jaw, happy to see you smile.
“I put my croquet mallet to use,” She said, voice aloof, a smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. “and Heather was more than willing to throw around her limited power as well. Listen, all you need to know is that I’m still at the top, and nobody will ever hurt you again, unless they’ve got some kind of brain damage.” Your heart swelled at her words, and you hugged her tighter. It was so hard for you to believe someone like her would ever even look at someone like you. But here you were, protected and loved by her.

Still smiling, you sat up and cupped her face with your hand, gazing into her eyes, which for once had a soft expression. You sighed happily, and in a quick movement pressed your lips to hers in a gentle kiss which she returned just as eagerly, happy to give and receive such affection. After a few more seconds you pulled away, and she began to gingerly kiss the bruises on your face. You closed you eyes and let her, feeling the pain fade away ever so slightly.

“I love you, Heather.” You mumbled without realizing, feeling her freeze. You thought for a moment you’d done something wrong, when she pulled your body flush against hers, destroying any previous anxiety you had.
“I love you too.” She murmured a little hesitantly. There was a hint of embarrassment in her voice, and you wondered if she’d ever said, or even had those three words spoken to her. You were definitely going to change that. Rubbing her back with your hand you kissed her jaw, whispering sweet nothings to her as she relaxed in your arms. And that was how you stayed throughout the night and into the morning. Loved, warm and safe in each others company. You couldn’t wish for more.


A/N: Thank you for reading! Sorry if this seemed a little OOC. I’m practicing how to write the Heathers characters and rather liked this one. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

(Sort of a) Acorn Press Acrylic Charm Review

Yoooo~~~~ my acrylic charms came today during a snowstorm and I totally did not expect it XDDD I thought the storm was going to delay it for sure. Kudos to USPS delivery guy (stay warm and stay safe man). It really made my day ヾ(*´∀`*)ノ

Here are the references for my Yuri on Ice and Overwatch characters charm set. I will be selling these at future cons and events. So check out my con schedule if you’re interested in purchasing them! I will probably sell them online for leftovers. I don’t have a store yet (as of 2/9/17) so check back on my tumblr or other social media (or you can message me) for updates!

Also, I find it super funny that overwatch and YOI characters came during a BLIZZARD, COLD and ICY day (no pun intended lol) 

They look super nice thanks to @acornpress ! I would highly recommend them if you are interested in selling acrylic charms for cons/online in the future. This is my first time ordering acrylic charms so take my words with a few grains of salt. Also I’ll be rambling all over the place and spamming run-ons so be aware :P

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I was nursing my son this evening on the couch when I noticed his eyes start dozing off. My first thought was “Let’s go lay down, baby”. Normally when he gets sleepy, we go lay down and I leave him in his room for a nap. But instead, tonight I decided to hold him and let him sleep in my arms. Looking at his tired eyes slowly close, I couldn’t remember the last time I let him nap in my arms. It was at that moment my heart sunk. How could I not remember when I last let my baby stay sleeping in his most warm, safe, favorite spot? My first born, my only son, my little love, I’ll let you stay right here. Because I don’t want to pick you up, put you down, and never pick you up again. I don’t want to lay you down for a nap in your bed and never let you sleep in my arms again. They are always open for you.


His words beat at her ears like the pounding of a drum, and suddenly it was more than Arya could stand. She wanted Riverrun, not Acorn Hall; she wanted her mother and her brother Robb, not Lady Smallwood or some uncle she never knew.

ASoIaF AU: Arya stays with Ravella Smallwood (but keeps trying to get away and find her family)
(requested by anonymous)

//  Anuk Steffen as Arya Stark and Eve Best as Ravella Smallwood (neé Swann)