stuff you find when you're not looking for it

…I saw masaya90′s and got tempted to do the same. Thought it’d be cool to see how my fav childhood characters have grown in my styles :o 

  • Jin: Whenever you're getting dressed in the morning he'll follow you around and wait at your feet until you give him his own little bowtie or jacket to wear. Cos he needs to always look as good as his master, if not better.
  • Suga: It will probably be difficult for you to find him cos he'll be off hiding somewhere on his own, most likely chewing something. Like you'll find him under your car fast asleep with a half-eaten shoe right next to him. And then when you wake him up and ask him what the hell he was doing he'll just grin at you. Evilly.
  • J-Hope: Will bark. Non-stop. All the time. Whenever you leave the house you'll hear this chorus of high-pitched yapping from inside. He'll often get mixed up and howl at the sun like some weird kind of wolf.
  • Rap Monster: Doesn't need to chew stuff to destroy it. He could just lie down on a pillow and it would explode. And then he'd be coated in feathers and looking confused af. When you come into the room he'll just look at you as innocently as possible to tell you that he didn't mean to.
  • Jimin: Constantly asking for cuddles. You'll sit down after a long day and he'll immediately roll onto his back so that you will scratch his tummy. You always give in cos he's just so damn adorable.
  • V: Let's jut say stuff will disappear. You'll be looking for something and then you'll find him looking guilty with it in his mouth. He'll be just about to put it on the floor in front of you when he suddenly turns and runs under the couch or something. Cheeky af.
  • Jungkook: Doesn't ever listen to you. If you're out for a walk and he's running ahead and you tell him to come back to you, he'll just look at you for a sec in confusion before sprinting away as fast as possible. But he always comes back to you.

anonymous asked:

Omfg it annoys the crap out of me when people say you're glorifying rapists and slave owners when all you're doing is studying them. The fact that people sometimes pull you apart for talking about Jefferson is the worst. YES Jefferson owned slaves. YES he was a rapist. BUT you can't study history without finding some really corrupt and disgusting stuff. Any era you look at there is something drastically screwed up. I really wish people would stop ignoring history because parts are morally wrong.

This is valid and important.

You're Worth It

Prompt: Could you please write a Derek Morgan from criminal minds oneshot where the readers on the team&they’ve gone out for a few months & she’s always really flirty and stuff but is a Virgin so when he kinda hints about having sex &stuff she like pushes him away a bit and finds more reasons to like avoid him during the day and he’s worried she doesn’t like him anymore and stuff&it leads to a fight but they make up once he understands shes self conscious about how she looks&a Virgin?leave the rest to u

Rating: Mature
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Reader
Word Count: 1,680
Warnings: Reader is self-conscious, virgin!reader, self-hate, there’s an argument between reader and Derek, & swearing.
Author’s Note: So, I decided not to put any smut in it, there’s an obvious but brief description that they did the frick frack but nothing in depth. I hope you enjoy anon!

I’m so bad at naming my fics, it’s ridiculous! 

“So, we get Henry to bed and we’re finally getting some mommy and daddy alone time when… you all know the rest.” JJ was telling the team how her night was going as everyone listened with amused smiles.

You were sitting next to your boyfriend of 6 months, Derek Morgan, when he made his sexual comment.

“Ooo trying to dust off the old cobwebs.” His arm slyly wrapped around your waist as he said it and Garcia hit him.

“Hey, inappropriate comment, sir.” She said jokingly, making you all laugh before she offered to babysit so JJ and her husband could have a vacation.

“Speaking of cobwebs, my pipes could use a good cleaning.” He whispered in your ear playfully, you gave him a small smile but shied away from his touch, thankful at that moment Hotch called you all into the conference room for the recent case.

It wasn’t unusual for Derek and you to flirt with each other but just when things turned the least bit sexual you shied away and backed out, letting yourself go quiet. It wasn’t because you weren’t attracted to your boyfriend, it was very much the opposite of that, but you were very self conscious about the way you looked. Ever since you were younger you never really thought of yourself as attractive and maybe that was the reason you were still a virgin at this age. Derek didn’t know about any of that, of course, you were afraid that if you told him he wouldn’t want you anymore, you still were amazed that he even wanted to be with you.

As you were briefed on the case you could feel Derek’s eyes on you, you tried not to make eye contact but you ended up looking at him anyway, he looked confused and a bit… worried?

“Alright, wheels up in 20.” Hotch finished, walking out of the room. Everyone began leaving behind him and you tried to get out quickly but as luck has it you and Derek were the last ones.

“Can I talk to you?” He asked

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You answered nervously.

He waited until everyone was out of earshot before speaking.

“Is everything ok with us?”

“Yeah, of course it is.”

“I just feel that sometimes you distance yourself from me.”

“I’m sorry I make you feel that way but everything is fine, promise.” You felt so bad for lying to him like this but the truth would have been worse to deal with.

“Okay, come here.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you to him, he wrapped you in a hug before he leaned down, catching your lips in a quick kiss.

“Anyone up for some food?” Rossi asked the team as you all came back from your recent case.

There were a mumble of answers that came from each of your mouths.

“I’m guessing that’s a universal no.”

“Are you going straight home?” Derek asked as you put some papers into your bag from your desk.

“Yeah, I am so tired I’m barely keeping my eyes open right now.”

“How about I drive you, don’t want you falling to sleep at the wheel.” You looked at him for a second thinking about it. You and Derek. Alone. In a car together where many things could happen.

“Uh, it’s fine, I’ll be okay.” You turned back to your desk and you heard him sigh, you could tell that it was his annoyed and frustrated sigh.

“What is going on with you, why are you distancing yourself from me?” You glanced around the room to see that almost everyone had already left out, which means there was no making an excuse to get away from this conversation.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Derek.” You were trying to make a quick getaway by rushing past him but he followed behind you and caught your arm. He quickly led you into an empty office where he slammed the door.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, _____, you’ve been finding more and more ways to avoid me! Is it something that I did, do you not want to be with me anymore?!" 

"What, no, Derek, it’s not you–”

“Oh, great, now you’re going to give me the It’s not you it’s me conversation!” He scoffed and turned away from you, trying to calm himself down.

“Well what do you want me to tell you then, Derek!” When he looked back at you you could see the pain and frustration in his eyes.

“The truth, that’s all I want!”

He wanted the truth, fine, here it was.

“I’m a virgin and I despise the way I look, there, there’s the truth!” You couldn’t meet his eyes and he didn’t say anything so you finished what you were going to say.

“Any type of anything sexual makes me nervous and yes I know I’m a huge flirt but I have never gotten anywhere past that because I’m so self-conscious about what I look like and you’re absolutely gorgeous, I have no idea why you’re even interested in me.”

There was a couple of minutes of silence before either of you said anything. He was the first to speak.

“I’m with you because I love who you are, everything isn’t all about looks, _____, but I think you’re beautiful. Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?" 

"I was ashamed, a lot of people my age aren’t virgins, Derek. Guys that I’ve gone out with before you didn’t want me because I was a virgin, they didn’t want to be responsible for taking it or they didn’t want me to get clingy. So, I stopped saying anything to the men I dated but I never went past kissing then… you came into my life and I fell in love with you–I just didn’t want to scare you off because of my issues.” You shifted on your feet and crossed your arms feeling embarrassed.

“______, sweetheart, nothing is going to scare me away from you. I want to work through this with you, I want to be with you every step of the way until you see yourself the way I see you.” As he talked he walked closer until he was right in front of you, his hands reaching out and rubbing up and down the top of your arms.

“Hey,” You looked up, your eyes reaching his dark brown ones. “I love you and I’m with you every step of the way, okay?” You nodded, feeling relived that you finally told him but you knew that the next days, weeks or months were going to be hard.


5 Months Later 

“Are you excited for this weekend?” Derek asked, threading his fingers with yours as you made your way to one of the many properties he owned. 

So far there was no case and it looked like your weekend would be free but there was always something, for the moment though, you and Derek decided to take a little trip for the weekend. Just he and you and this time you weren’t nervous about being alone with him. 

The past few months were spent with you building yourself up instead of tearing yourself down, the first time you looked in the mirror and called yourself beautiful you broke down and cried because you didn’t believe it to be true but you kept up with the exercise, started thinking more positively and with Derek making you feel like you were his world you got over your fear and began really loving yourself and all of your flaws. They were what made you, you.

Which is why, if this weekend went okay with no cases, you would be surprising him with something special.

“I’m very excited.” You smiled as he kissed the back of your hand.

“______, what are you doing up there, are we watching this movie?” Derek yelled up the stairs before going back into the kitchen.

You came down the stairs soon after in Derek’s old button up shirt, you had a bra and pantie lingerie set on underneath it, you were going to give him the surprise of his life.

“I don’t want to watch the movie anymore.” You stood in the entryway of the kitchen with a small smile on your face.

“Then what would you like to– whoa.” His face showed blatant surprise when he turned to look at you but as he took in your a smile spread on his face.

“Well, look at you.”

“Yeah, look at me.” You giggled coming closer and sat on the counter.

“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to come over here?” With those words he came straight over to you, putting one arm around you while his hand gripped the back of your knee, bringing you closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and met his lips.

“Wait, wait, are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’ve never been more sure.” You placed your lips back on his and you let out a laugh as he picked you up, easily carrying you to the bedroom.

You both were waken up by the sound of your phone ringing loudly, you refused to get up, you were exhausted and a little sore so you just lied there ignoring it. It wasn’t until Derek woke up and reached across you to get it that it stopped.

“Hello?” His sleep laden voice asked and you heard the familiar voice of JJ on the other side.

“Yeah, yeah got it, we’ll be there.” He hung up before wrapping an arm around your middle to bring you closer, he kissed the side of your neck and you sighed contently.

“I don’t want to get up.”

“I know, me either.”

After being briefed about the case on the jet you decided to take a nap, as you laid yourself out on the couch you heard JJ laugh.

“Long night?" 

"Very, didn’t get much sleep,” You gave Derek a playful glare and all he did was chuckle. “But it was worth it.”

blackandbluedragonofberk  asked:

For the drabbles, could you possibly do a Dagcup Drabble with possessive Dagur and sassy Hiccup? (If you don't want to it's totally okay because you're awesome and stuff so asdfjklahsgwjxhq)

No, it’s alright. I’ve only done meanish Dagur before so sorry if it’s not good enough!

It was lunch for Hiccup and he was already annoyed. He had managed to come in late and only snag a ham sandwich that looked two days old and he couldn’t even find his boyfriend who was probably going to scold him later. Not to mention there was the guy sitting across from when he explicitly told him to go away. “Can I help you?” He finally asked before taking a tentative bite of his sandwich. Yeah, definitely two days old.

“I was just wondering if it hurt?” He said.

Hiccup shivered, knowing exactly where this was going. “If you mean getting my leg ripped off, then yes,” he said flatly. He was referring to his prosthetic that they both glanced at.

This threw the guy for a loop and he blinked. “Uh-oh, n-no I meant when you-you fell from heaven…” His voice cracked. 

“Oh it did, but then the pits of hell caught me and I’ve been just fine ever since.” He smirked and pushed his sandwich away. “Now can you leave?" 

"I was just-” A large shadow loomed over them and Hiccup didn’t even bother to be surprised. An almost animal-like growl filled the air between them and the guy looked like he crapped his pants.

He felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder protectively and he snorted as the guy tripped running away. “You know I can take care of myself Dagur,” he sighed. He turned around to face his boyfriend who was still glaring at the guy. “Are you really that jealous?”

Dagur’s gaze softened when it fell on Hiccup. “You should call me if someone is bothering you.” Hiccup reached up to cup his cheek and kissed him softly, murmuring a thank you. 

I’ll still take prompts (one word or aus) if anyone is willing.

anonymous asked:

Sebastian Stan has ugly nipples.

LOL. I wasn’t expecting this… at all. But okay.

Well let’s have a look at some examples to see what we’re dealing with:

Exhibit A:

From Gossip Girl, in 2009

Exhibit B:

From Political Animal, 2012

Exhibit C:

From Labyrinth, also in 2012

Exhibit D:

From Picnic, in 2013

And exhibit E:

From The Bronze, 2015

Well, I have to admit that… Okay, I’ll admit that only used my gifs for the pleasure of the eyes because to me, the guy is perfect just as he is. I mean we’re talking only about physical here and more precisely nipples, right ?! First, let’s be honest here and all agree on the fact that he is one hell of a very fine looking man, when you look at him in general, right ? I mean, even if you don’t especially like him or stuff, I really don’t think you can possibly call him “ugly”, or not even “average”, physically talking he’s above all of that.

Now about the nipples… Well, his nipples are just more than fine by me. I don’t see anything wrong with them… ? And if his nipples are the only thing you dislike and find “ugly” when looking at him Anon, then… That’s not much of a big deal, is it ?

anonymous asked:

How do you know if an INTP thinks you're boring?

Short, one to three word responses, possibly with a very subtle edge of sarcasm, hidden enough that you think you’re just paranoid. Stuff like “wow that’s cool” “that’s great” “nice” or just “mmhm” will probably be heard. In fact, they might just stay silent and raise their eyebrows, avoid looking at you, nodding and thinking something else. This also applies to people that INTP’s find annoying.
They may also try to change the topic to something they find interesting, and will become animated when talking about that one. However, if we find that the person we’re talking to isn’t a good conversational partner we try to extract ourselves from the situation as quickly as possible, but probably without saying it out loud. They may just let the conversation die or drop. INTP’s don’t like to waste their socializing on something trifling or mundane, we’re kind of like sprinters. We’ll get really excited about something and have a great discussion about it and then suddenly cut it off when we get tired. We’re one of the most extroverted introverts but social interaction still gets tiring after awhile, especially if it’s boring.

anonymous asked:

Ok first off thanks for this blog just cause now I can see Rick look like a complete idiot. Now I can thirst for him even more. and also how do you find all these wonderful facts about Rick and Morty? You're like the god of knowledge for this type of stuff.

The amount of anon Rick thirst that gets sent to me is overwhelming, what a life. 

Look, I’ve been following R&M since it started in 2013, I guess when you stay up to date with a show you just accumulate a whole lot of knowledge. Actually there was a moment when I was listening to the DVD commentary, and when Roiland mentioned a particular scene, I instantly recognised what he was referring to and thought “oh yes that was the 3rd act of s1e10, Close Rick-counters″ or something like that. Anyway, then Roiland went on to say that he couldn’t remember which episode said scene was in. That was the moment I realised I am a god. (More likely a loser, though)

  • Drop you're pen in front of him whilst wearing a short skirt and hot undies, it will drive him crazy
  • Put your hand up in a test so he'll be forced to come right up to you and talk to you
  • Find a way to touch him, not in a creepy way; just "accidentally" touch his hands or foot if you're sitting next to each other
  • Permanently ask him for feedback and take criticism well, this will show that you're mature.
  • Act like you enjoy his subject
  • Make eye contact,and look away when he looks back
  • Find away to communicate outside of class
  • Leave subtle compliments not just about looks, but about intelligence and teaching etc
  • Try and be the first and last one in his classroom, that gives you more chance to talk about personal stuff
  • Lastly, if you want something to happen, make the first move, he could be feeling exactly the same, what's the worst that could happen aye?
  • Good luck, we're all in this together 💫

antastictunes  asked:

Heya Juby! (I want to rant about how much I love your voice and your lyrics, but that's going to take up the whole question and I wanted to keep this short!! >-<) I was just wondering if you have any tips for reaching out to your audience when you're starting out? Cross-promoting is something I often see people mention, but that is a bit hard when you're starting out on all platforms at the same time. :c Thank you for reading this! <3

Thank you very much!

And sure, I’ve been there so here are some tips I’ve accumulated:

  • Have a SoundCloud and multiple social media sites (Ex. twitter, tumblr, fb fan page, ect.)
  • Be active! Say thank you to people,  compliment other’s works, and participate in discussions
  • Collaborate with others on your same level! And if it’s not someone you’ve met before, be prepared to show examples of your work and write a semi-professional looking email
  • Make your stuff easy to find! Tag your videos correctly, keep titles consistent, organize your stuff in playlists, link to your social media everywhere, have a dedicated email address, choose a good thumbnail, and act like you’ve got your stuff together
  • Be regular! People like schedules and to know that you’re taking this seriously so post at regular intervals. You post do every Sunday, or every other Tuesday, just make sure you don’t take long mysterious hiatuses. Also, you’ll get into a good rhythm for working! 
  • Only post quality work! Try not to post “works in progress” on YouTube (save it for SoundCloud if you must) because you wanna impress people, not show them your dirty laundry. Also, don’t record when you’re sick! What’s the point of putting up a messy song and complaining in the description that you were sick? Just let people know you’re taking a sick day if anything.

Aaaah that’s all I cant think of right now. Even I have to try really hard to stick with this list so it’s okay to be a bit overwhelmed looking at this. Just keep striving to do better and don’t be afraid google things you don’t know about!

Originally posted by sangatsunolion

anonymous asked:

Hello! Weird question in your opinion do you think its plagiarizing when you're copying someone art style but not their work? For example I can't draw good on my own but if I look at someone's work I can(??) (like I made an original art but it looks like it could be yours) idk I want to draw stuff but I don't want to seem like I'm copying off people

it’s a pretty gray area, anon- some artists get concerned when they see their styles being mimicked or find work that’s very very similar to theirs, others don’t particularly mind~

the best way to go about it, I think, is to mimic various aspects of works that inspire you, but not the whole style :> I feel like you’d be able to develop your art more that way, especially since it’s an exercise of finding the most appealing parts and working to put them all together into something entirely new!

Beautifully Tragic - Stiles Imagine

“No! Chaos is a much better villain!”

“No! The Joker!”





“Shut up!” You heard the Sheriff call out. He never shouted like he meant it, only to quiet you both down.
“Please, I’m trying to work in here.” He gestured to the kitchen as you and Stiles sat on the sofa with your feet up.

“Will do. Sorry Sheriff.” You apologised, taking another slice of pizza from the box.

“Why do I still let you have these pizza nights?” He murmured to himself.

“Because it’s been a tradition since we were 12! And you love us.” Stiles called back as you turned to the film again.

“Can I skip it?”

“Nooo. I love this scene.”

“Of course you do.” He sighed.

“Hey! Don’t make this sexist. It’s so beautifully tragic.”

“Since when did you turn into a poet?” He asked you amused.

“Since this is the scene where he lets her go because he loves her. Peter knows it’s better for Gwen to be away from him and not to get hurt. Plus, it looks fun to just lie on a giant spiderweb.” You explained as the doorbell went off.
“Here. You watch your ‘beautifully tragic scene’ and I’ll get the door.” You then concluded to throw a pillow at him as he left the room.

You heard muffled voices as Malia walked in.

“Oh. Hey Y/N. I didn’t realise you were here.”

“It’s Friday night. Friday night is always pizza night.” You smiled at her, but to you, hers seemed a little forced.

“Stiles, do you mind if I talk to you upstairs, privately?” She asked him as he nodded, leaving the room for you to watch Gwen running in her wedding gown back to Peter.

When the movie finished, you found it strange to find neither of them had returned from their conversation. You crept upstairs to check everything was alright when you heard him say:

“I know. This wasn’t what you signed up for. And you’re right, you are my girlfriend and I should be spending more time with you than other girls.” Other girls? Was that all you were to him? Another girl? You were his best friend.

“I’ll tell her. I’ll just explain to her that I have things to catch up on, things to do. There’s no need to say it to her like that-” you didn’t hear the rest of the sentence as you leaped down the stairs on the balls of your feet. You couldn’t believe he would even consider lying to you, never mind agree to do it.

You began to gather up your school bag, jacket, clothes, taking one more slice of pizza before:

“Where are you going Y/N?” You looked up to find the Sheriff staring at you questioningly.

“I just remembered I’ve got some stuff to do so I’m gonna head off early.” You told him, almost cursing to yourself when your voice slightly cracked at the end.

“Are you sure you'r-”
“I’m fine. Really. Thanks Sheriff. See ya.”

That’s when he knew something was wrong. You didn’t say ‘soon’ like you always did. So what was making you think you wouldn’t be seeing each other again?

One movie night had passed.

That was the time measurement you and Stiles used for a week. But not anymore. He ignored you and you ignored him and that’s how it continued.

There was no reminder about that night.

There was no organising to meet by your locker.

There was no conferring about what pizzas you were going to share.

It didn’t happen.

You sat outside the school, swinging your legs as you waited for someone to come and pick you up. You glanced to your side for a second, just looking around to see who was left over. A mistake.

Out came Malia and Stiles with swinging hands. You snapped your head back to stare in front of you as you felt stares melt into your back. You refused to break down. You refused to give both of them that satisfaction of seeing you crumble.

Two movie nights had passed.

You were the first at Scott’s house for the pack meeting. You took a breath as you watched your face in the mirror, knowing you would have to face both of them today.

You came out the bathroom and took one step down the stairs when you heard:

“Just tell her something. We don’t need another human to look after, you don’t want her to get hurt anymore, she’s been enough help, anything.”

“No. What the hell is going on between you two? You haven’t spoken in days, what’s happened?” You sat on the staircase, leaning against the bannister as you listened in on there conversation.

“Nothing’s happen. We’ve grown apart.”
“Grown apart? In the space of a weekend you went from always being attached at the hip to not even looking at each other. Stiles-”
“Don’t question it Scott, okay? It’s nothing.” He pushed, not wanting to reveal it, as you stood up and continued down the stairs.

“Now will you please tell her we don’t want her in the pack anymore.” 
“Don’t worry.” You told him, grabbing your jacket as Stiles looked at you in surprise, not realising you had already been here.

“I already know.” You gave him a death glare, which didn’t have the intimidating effect because of how glossy your eyes became.

You strode to the front door and of course when you opened it, standing there was Malia. You pushed past her, not even caring how rude you were.

He had decided to push you away. If he didn’t want you in his life, he wouldn’t have you in his life.

Four movie nights had passed.

Your mother walked into your room where you were with your (now) closest friends - Netflix, joggers, and Ben had decided to bring Jerry along with him.
“Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine, why?” You answered, not taking your eyes of the screen of your laptop.

“Isn’t something going on with your little pack friends tonight? More supernatural creatures to sniff out?” Yes, your mother knew everything. What could you say? When she was kidnapped as a sacrifice, that was when you had to explained everything.

“Nope. They’re not really my friends anymore.” You said, taking a scoop of ice cream and shoving it in your mouth.
“Why? What happened?”

“He who shall not be named came out as a prick and requested Scott kick me out of the pack.” You told her bitterly.
“Who’s he who shall not be named? And what did he do? I know Stiles would beat, well attempt to-” your mother stopped herself when she saw the looked on your face when his name arose.

“It’s Stiles isn’t it?” You nodded, looking down at your lap as she sat on the edge of your bed and brought you in for a hug.

You showed no emotion.

You had cried all your tears.

You just had a straight face on.

She drew back to see your face as she sighed, taking your face in her hands.

“What did he do?” She asked gently, as you sharply replied:

“He made his choice.”

She shook her head as her fingertips drew away from your skin.

“What choice?” She asked.

“He decided to throw away over 8 years of friendship for his girlfriend.” You informed her.

“Girlfriend? I didn’t even realise he had a girlfriend.” She remarked.

“Yeah, well, she obviously means a lot more to him than I do.” You muttered, leaning your ear on her shoulder.

“He’s an idiot.”

“I agree.” You told her.

“But I still don’t understand, why did you leave the pack, with all your other friends in it?”

“I’ve decided to let him have what he wants. If he doesn’t want me in his life, he doesn’t get the chance to have me in his life.”

Five movie nights had passed, and it was Stiles turn to be interrogated.

“What’s happened between you and Y/N?” The Sheriff asked him.

“Nothing.” Stiles shrugged.
“Nothing? Son, this isn’t nothing. This is the fifth week this has happened, and I know for a fact Y/N’s still in town. Now, I am use to coming home from work to find you two shouting at the TV screen, I come in, I steal a slice of both of your pizza’s, walk out and continue to do work until I have to shout at you both to stop an argument. So why hasn’t that been happening lately? What happened to you two?” He asked his son.

“It’s like I said: It’s nothing.”

“It’s been a tradition for over 5 years. It doesn’t just suddenly stop. I came in here to find her running out the front door and almost crying, so what on Gods Earth have you done?”

“Nothing! I’ve told you, noooottttthhhiiinnngg. Malia asked me to spend more time with her and Y/N took it the wrong way.” He told the Sheriff.

“Really? Melissa told me about the little conversation you had with Scott about some members of the pack.”


“Now look Stiles, I’m not gonna lecture you or tell you how to live your life but I am gonna tell you this. Girlfriends will come and go, but when you get a friendship like the one you have with Y/N, it’s timeless, not to mention rare to come by. Don’t throw that away because one girl got a little too jealous.” He walked out the room after giving wisdom to his son, who had some serious thinking to do.

That same night you didn’t retrieve the knock on the front door. Your mother did.

“I don’t think she wants to talk to you.”

“Please. Please. You gotta let me talk with her.”

“No Stiles. You’ve made it plainly obvious that you don’t want to speak with her.” You crept out of your room and stood at the top of the staircase.

“Look, please. All I’m asking is that you give me a chance to-” his words faltered when he saw you standing there.

Your mother whipped her head around.

“I really think you should-”

“No.” You stopped your mother as you continued down the stairway.

“Let him say what he has to say.” You jutted your hip out and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Look, Y/N, I’m an idiot-”
“Damn right you are.” You told him.
“And I’m sorry I let something like that-”
“First of all, she’s your girlfriend. At least treat her with some respect and call her by her name.” He sighed at your comment.
“I’m sorry I let someone like Malia get in between us. And if you would like to, I want to prove my dedication to you and earn your friendship back.”

There was a moment of silence before you asked him:

“Is that all you’ve got to say?”

Yes, you were being harsh, but you wanted him to feel what you felt.

“Y/N, I-”

“No. Now it’s my turn to say something.” You commanded.

“First off, at the click of a finger, you were going to lie to me. Then you tried to convince Scott to do it. Secondly, you switched eight years of friendship for a relationship my mother hadn’t even realised about, without even batting an eyelash.
Thirdly, she made you choose. You chose her. You made the decision and you don’t to change it back. If I had a boyfriend, I would choose you, because even if you hated him with every fibre of your being, I know you wouldn’t of made me choose between you both.” You listed.

“Stiles, I am not some play toy you can put up on a shelf and take back down whenever you want.” You spat out.
“And you’ve lost your chance. Maybe you should think it through more next time.”

“But Y/N-”

“No Stiles, you don’t get a say in this. You’ve already made your choice. Now I’m making mine.”
“But-” You slammed the door in his face.

You puffed out a breath as you rubbed your eyes, your mother coming over to rub your back.

“I think he got the message Y/N.”

Eight movie nights had passed.

“Y/N, there’s a friend here to see you.” 

What friend? I have none, remember?

There was a knock on your door, urgent and quick pace. Your eyes went wide when you opened it to find Malia standing there.

“I need your help. Please. It’s Stiles.” She breathed.

“And I know you hate him. And I know you hate me. But deep down I know you still care for him. You’re the only one who can save him. Please Y/N, you have to believe me.”
“I do. I do. What’s happened?” You asked her quickly, already grabbing your shoes to lace up.

“I don’t know all the details. But we know where they’re holding him. But a spell’s been cast. Any supernatural being who steps past the line can instantly be known.”

“Because they think Stiles is the only human in the pack.”

“Exactly.” She told you.

“We have a way to get him out, we’ve been given a dust which can set him free but we need you to do it. You’re the only one where we know you don’t have a chance of getting caught.”

“Then let’s get moving. We don’t have any time to waste.”

When you saw him, it had been eight weeks.

Fifty six days.

One thousand, three hundred and forty four hours.

But that wasn’t what brought you to tears.

He was beaten, bloody, into a pulp.
At the sound of your footsteps he spoke:

“Back again to-” but stop when his eyes met yours.

“Y/N.” He breathed.

A tear hitting the floor brought you back to your sense, wiping your cheeks and moving your body to continue the task.

“You came.” He asked you groggily, eyes faltering.

“Don’t close them Stilinski, don’t you dare close them eyes.” You told him, beginning to follow the instruction Deaton gave you, going through them in your head.

“Yes Ma'am.” He told you jokingly, although the situation seemed humourless to you.

When you saw his eyes almost shut again, you decided to interfere.

“List them.” You told him.

“What?” He asked you.

“List the films we’ve missed. The ones we planned to watch.” You demanded, trying to give him something to concentrate on other than slipping into a sleep. He mumbled and grumbled listing various ones and debating which week was which until he said:

“And tonight was meant to be Batman.”

You had to smile at that. If there was one superhero he loved, it was Batman.

“Do you think maybe I was meant to be an idiot?” He asked, more to himself than you.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Maybe my subconscious suggested it because it would make you safer.”

“No. No. Here me out. If I hadn’t let you go, you would be in the same position as me right now. You would still be in the pack.” He said.

He laughed to himself for a minute, and you couldn’t imagine what about until he voiced his thoughts.

“I think Malia knew. I thought if I stayed with her, my feelings for you would go.”

“What feelings Stiles, you’re delusional.” You muttered.

“I’ve had a crush on you since we were 14. And I’ve had to be the best friend ever since. And no, I’m not complaining about being in the friend zone because I don’t want you to think you have to repay my kindness with sex cause you don’t. I want you to know how well I would treat you if you gave me a chance.”

“Me and Malia are done.” At this your head snapped up, one of the metal restraints falling from his wrist.

“Because she wasn’t worth losing you.” More tears fell as you sniffled, continuing to get the other one off his ankle.

“Maybe my subconscious has the same reasoning as Peter Parker. I thought if I love you, it was best to let you go. Our own love story. So beautifully tragic.” He breathed as you moved onto his last cuff.
“When did you become a poet Stilinski?” You asked him.

“When I found girl so beautiful ordinary phrases couldn’t describe her.”

“You’re a dork.”

“And so are you.”

The last shackle fell from his wrist as you pulled him up with you.
Your chests were pressed against one another’s as he found his legs, looking down at you with a bloody lip.
“Why did you come?” He whispered, his face confused, as if you were a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.

“Because maybe I love you too.” Your voice was uneven as you hooked your arm under his back and his under your shoulder.

And with your help, he hobbled out of the building with the one person he was truly meant to be with.

orphan black ask meme!!
  • Alison: Favourite drink?
  • Cosima: Favourite subject?
  • Katja: What language(s) can you speak?
  • Beth: How are you?
  • Jennifer: Do you do any sports?
  • Rachel: Do you have any kinks?
  • Helena: Have you ever dyed your hair? What colour(s)?
  • Sarah: How good are you at lying?
  • Felix: What hobbies do you have?
  • Angie: Do you always do what you're told?
  • Delphine: What accents do you find appealing?
  • Paul: Body or brains?
  • Cal: What do you look for in a partner?
  • Kira: Are you good with kids?
  • Tomas: What are your religious beliefs?
  • Art: What career do you want when you're older?
  • Aldous: Do you like beer?
Signs as Dept. Stores
  • Taurus: JCPenny. Dependable and comfortable, but probably a little high-maintenance. Only in a good way, though.
  • Gemini: Kohls. Versatile and clever, they've got everything you actually need at pretty great prices, and it'll be fashionable to boot. It may not be the flashiest clothing, but everyone can find something there.
  • Cancer: K-mart. You know you're better than a lot of these places, but you still end up looking kinda sad.
  • Leo: Walmart. There isn't a single piece of shit, worthless or valuable, that you don't have somewhere around. With great power comes great responsibility.
  • Virgo: Sears. Why even bother with the household stuff when you can have everything else? Dependable, fancy, and probably low-key expensive.
  • Libra: Macy's! Always fair and prudent, but def not low-key like your leo. c; Tons of fun to be around, even if they don't make decisions very quickly.
  • Scorpio: Another high end, you're saks fifth ave. Luxury, probably problematic, and undeniably exciting, you're the heart of many obsessions.
  • Sagittarius: Burlington. Full of cozy stuff and pretty fair and honest, but also probs a bit problematic. Can be a bit too careless, but work to make themselves better..
  • Capricorn: Tjmaxx. Low-key, reliable, and hella practical. If you can't find it here, you probably don't need it.
  • Aquarius: Neiman Marcus, you high-end lucky duck. Doesn't mean you're rich or fashionable, necessarily, but you've got something great going for you, that's for sure.
  • Pisces: Nordstrom. Look at you. Fancy, cozy, and competitive, but always willing to compromise fairly.

anonymous asked:

what do you search for on ebay/amazon, when you're looking for clothes? I always find myself being sucked into buying such expensive things :c

I just search for specific things.:D I’d say its about time I gave some examples. TO EBAY!

Price Low to High, Buy it now only:

Black Lace Cardigan -

1 - 2 - 3

Black Lace Vest -

1 - 2 - 3

Black Flounce Blouse -

1 - 2 - 3

Black Layered Skirt -

1 - 2 - 3

Black Maxi Skirt -

1 - 2 - 3

Black Victorian Dress -

1 - 2 - 3

Those are just a few examples of stuff I personally like that I found. And that was just me doing a quick 10 minute search while multitasking, so you can find some awesome stuff with a little time and patience.:) Also, some of the items I linked have multiple styles, colour options, and even items under the same listing, so if the link brings up something strange, check all the different options, and also scroll down to the description, there are usually better pictures there.^__^

And remember, you can super easily goth up a plain outfit with some ripped tights.:D xx

anonymous asked:


AYEE I THINK I CAN! I’m sorry if I messed some stuff up :( Thanks for requesting!

Dear Y/N,

Hi. It’s me. You’re probably confused, wondering where I am and why I’m writing this note. You probably have that cute little look on your face that you always do when you’re confused. I’m gonna miss that look so much.

Wow. I’ve thought for days and weeks about this letter, but I don’t know what to say now the time has come. Have you ever felt like that? I hope so, just for the sake of me not being alone. I’m sorry if some of these words are smudged or crossed out, I’m not exactly sober whilst writing this I have trouble expressing my thoughts clearly.

I don’t know what’s running through your head right now, but you’ve probably caught on to what I’m saying. As cliche as it is, it’s not you, it’s me. God I hate myself even more now. I’ve seen you, Y/N. The sparkle in your eyes has faded. The look of love you used to hold whenever you turned to me has vanished. 

And I know it’s because of me.

I’m sorry I can’t make you happy like I used to. Everything has happened so fast, and you’ve been with me every step. I love you thank you so much for it, but now I realize it’s not fair to you. This band takes up so much of my time, we rarely see each other, and, let’s face it, I’m a complete asshole. You know I’ve cheated on you drunkly exactly twice, and you’ve forgiven me both times. I don’t know why, but you have. You never complain about anything, you just press on with a brave face. I admire you so much for that. But it kills me to not know what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours. 

It hurts me more than you can imagine to do this to you. I want nothing more to lie back in bed with you (considering it’s 3AM when I’m writing this), hold you close, and wake up before you to make pancakes. I still might do the last one as a good-bye present. I don’t know, you’ll find out soon enough.

I keep getting off topic. I want you to know I really do still love you Y/N. I love you with all my heart, but I believe that this isn’t best for us. It hasn’t been for a while. You’re suffering, and the thought of you feeling hurt or alone because I’m not there hurts me even more. You might call me back saying these things aren’t true, but I know they are. How do I know? Check your journal. I didn’t mean to peep, but it was left open to an unfinished page about how you feel. You might hate me after this, but I see what’s best for you now, and it’s not me.

There’s someone that can make you smile like I used to. You will find someone better. Someone that can be there for you all the time. Someone you don’t have to worry about whenever they get drunk. Someone that doesn’t have girls mobbing them wherever they go, resulting in you possibly getting hurt. That someone never will be me.

I’m sorry for the teardrops on the page, and the fact I’ve written way too much, but I want you to know that I really do love you beyond belief, and it doesn’t seem like it because I’m leaving you, but I’m leaving you because I love you beyond belief and can’t stand to be holding you back for someone better. I will probably always love you Y/N, I’ll never forget you. Someday, when your hair turns gray, will you remember me? I hope you will, because I will. Remember me as the boy who once filled your heart with love, who once made you happy. I was once the reason for your laughter, not your tears. You were in love with me, and I was utterly, completely in love with you. 

I’ll be gone by the time you read this. Please don’t reach out to me, this is hard enough as it is. I only want what’s best for you. 

For the millionth time, I love you Y/N. You will find someone better, I know of it. I’ll just be a memory, but I’m okay with that.


Your Old Love


anonymous asked:

I seriously don't get how people can misunderstand what you're saying, unless they just plain want to misunderstand. When you make fun of a terrible person's appearance, what you're saying is that the worst thing about them is their looks. Like, "yeah, she's awful, but that would all be fine if she was more attractive." That seems like a perfectly reasonable objection for you to make.

Like, my mind races when I think of Lena Dunham. She’s truly abhorrent and I get bumps on my flesh. She’s racist, she is a fetishist LGBT communities, she’s immune to criticism and the stuff she wrote about her sister is hard for me to talk about because I find it THAT goddamn disturbing.

I don’t need to discuss her face and body. The things she has said and done are TRULY fucking ugly.

anonymous asked:

you, soon-to-be daddy luke and uncle michael all going to ikea together to find stuff for baby's room; luke wants everything while michael's more practical but you go to sit down for a sec and ask luke to go on and find things for baby's room and michael stays with you and when you finally catch back up to luke the entire cart is filled with stuffed animals and toys and michael just groans and goes "luke you're so stupid" and luke just pouts and looks at you with wide eyes and you sigh and laugh

i just cried tears of pure blood why god

anonymous asked:

How do you manage to stay focused and productive when you're studying for 10 hours a day? I always manage to find something to distract me within an hour or two, no matter how much I want to get done!

I constantly have to refocus!! Sometimes my phone goes off, or I decide to check tumblr, or a siren goes off outside and I want to look. Sometimes I decide I’m tired of looking at the same damn stuff and I want to go for a walk or would rather read a book. 

So here’s a list of things you could do to refocus yourself in 3 minutes or less! 

And here’s a list of things to battle procrastination. 

And here’s an entirely new list of things that might motivate you to be more productive. 

  1. Promise yourself something (oh and don’t give it to yourself if you don’t meet the goal). Often this is something small every day–like the time to write a long email to a friend, or the time to make a nice dinner, or buy a small gift for yourself online. 
  2. Scare the shit out of yourself: take a practice test that's much too hard, look at a list of things you don’t know, read an article far out of your grasp. Do something that proves to you that you can’t slack off. 
  3. Tell someone else–have someone else be your “score keeper”. If you told someone else that you were going to study 30 pages of material today and you don’t, you’ll feel more guilty than if you just arbitrarily decided it. 
  4. Make a list or some other way to track your progress. Don’t just do it in your head–actually physically mark your progress on a list or a calendar or whatever it takes. 
  5. Compete! I’m kind of a competitive person by nature. I have to do it better, faster, etc than someone else! But the best person to compete with is yourself. So decide that you’ll do more in an hour than you did last time–and then set a timer. Or decide you’ll do better on this test than you did last time and track your progress. 
  6. Run on a routine. If you decide that the time from 2-5 is your productive time ALWAYS study during that time come hell or high water and don’t let anyone take that away from you. Work at your peak productive times–if you are useless in the morning, sleep late and then work at night when you get more done. Don’t fight that. 
  7. Just start–even when you don’t feel like it. Talk yourself into 10 minutes and watch that 10 minutes turn into an hour. Once you start things will just snowball. 

Good luck! And don’t give up. Being productive takes practice, just like any other skill, so start small and build up. Also realize that we all have good days and bad days–not every day can be a day you get everything done.