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Had a heartwrenching daydream where Nino at age 22 was wandering Paris with a guitar singing mostly to himself and he sets up in a park and he sees a little boy maybe 10 years old playing an accordion trying desperately for tips, so he walks over and puts everything he had in the little kids cup and the little kid almost cries before saying thank you and running away. Nino follows him because he’s really worried about this little guy he looks malnourished, and tracks him to a little crew of about seven of them ranging from 8-13. Five boys and two girls. They skitter at the sight of him and vanish into the city and he’s trying to find em but he can’t. He reports it to the police and checks in at the station every few days because that poor starving kid with the accordion just wont leave his mind, it really rattled him, but the police say they never found them or even seen them. They sort of think Ninos got them on a goose chase but on his own Nino goes back to where he spotted them at first, and he finds a couple bent guitar picks, some frayed bowstrings, and one broken string that could be from anything. He thinks its insanely weird, but he can see a few cups and things with pennies and nickles still left in them, so he starts asking around about kids playing for money. He gets Adrien in on it (who secretly uses his standing as Cat Noir to recruit Ladybug and find the children, however they run even from the heroes).  

A week or two passes and Nino keeps living his life, focusing on mixing songs and work and what not, but part of him is really stuck on those kids. He wishes he could find them and help them somehow, he wasnt a rich man but maybe something more than money. Everything he had by way of his apartment came from being roommates with Adrien, but he wanted to at least notify authorities that some kids looked like they were in a bad way. Alya suggests checking foster homes and orphanages but he doesnt have the heart, what could he even do if he found them then? It would be the foster homes responsibility not his. So finally, one day at night about two weeks later he takes his guitar and starts walking, playing softly and singing. He walks clear across the city, passing on purpose through every park and the place where he saw them. He plays and sings and never looks backwards, just walking along the river with the moon high and bright at a time of night where Paris came the closest to being asleep as possible. A very select few would see the small line of children following him, listening, each with an instrument in their hands. Nino doesnt turn around even when he hears them start to sing, playing with him quietly in an absolutely gorgeous show. Their voices are young and gentle but their playing exceeds their years, a small group of prodigies so he thinks. His feet ache and his hands are raw and his voice rough but he keeps going and loops all the way back around to his apartment, and pulls up in the alleyway beside it and brings the music to a halt, turning around slowly to face them all. 

They don’t run, they just lower their instruments and look at him like not a single one of them know what to say. But the little boy with the accordion steps forward first and says “You’re really good mister.”

“You’re all amazing,” he replies immediately. “Seriously. Some of the best stuff I’ve ever heard. Absolutely stunning.”

A few of them smile, a few others nervously look to the floor and fidget with their violins or guitars or ukuleles or tambourines or harmonicas, the list goes on. 

“I want to help you,” he says genuinely. “You all look like you could eat something” the kids look at each other nervously before nodding, and he smiles to put them at ease.

Adrien wakes up to hearing noise in the house, getting up and rubbing at his face blearily before freezing in the doorway, staring at Nino and seven rag tag children eating literally everything in the house. Nino smiles sheepishly and Adrien just blinks, standing there shirtless before sighing and turning around to say “Let me get dressed before you explain all of this…”

Nino gradually develops a relationship with all of these children, finding them again and again in the city and taking care of them. He starts saving up all of his extra cash and working really hard to buy them shoes and food and clothing. He manages to keep them around through this kindness and also taking care of their instruments, learning how to maintain them all. The kids all are runaways from orphanages and what not and do not want to go back, so he is stuck in a tough place where he wants to help but they refuse to go back to the places they came from. In an effort to raise money for them Nino starts organizing them to perform together, writing songs (with their help, he has a lot of study and theory and learning on his side but these kids are prodigies) to have more impressive numbers that earn them tips. Adrien also starts befriending these kids, showing them with as much money as he can slip by his dad (who still has control over adriens portion of the fortune for various reasons). Alya and Marinette fall in love with them all, and though the kids are skiddish they really grow close with them all. Marinette fixes their clothes and tutors them since they arent in school and Alya redistributes all of her little sisters handmedown things and clothes. 

Nino writes music for these kids for them to perform and earn money with, and it becomes a local phenomenon about a group of different pairings and combinations called “The Rag Tag”. A bunch of mismatched extremely talented kids and the man that sometimes plays with them. 

Especially the little boy with the accordion (Evan) looks up to Nino like a father, and Nino finds himself so entirely committed to helping these kids. He fights so many long horrible legal battles (backed up by Adriens legal team and money the whole way, but the victories really come from Alyas ruthless cutthroat methods for getting their way) and goes to nearly a hundred court meetings and CPA hearings things like that, and it takes almost a year, but in the end Nino finally legally adopts all seven children. And how does he financially pull it off?

In the time of the legal battles Nino professionally recorded using his own equipment all of the kids and made an official album with all of their music. He features all of their original pieces, all combinations between them and also large group numbers where they all sing and play together. Their music is so beautiful and genuine, that as soon as its released it skyrockets in popularity. Alya does everything in her power to write the story of the seven children and the man who protects them in a way that won them international favor, utilizing her position as a reporter to make their story known. Through this, people from all over the world buy the album, beg for more, purchase tickets to shows and donate thousands and thousands of dollars to this incredible story, and it gives Nino enough money to buy a house and put them all in school while they pursue their love for music together as a family. 

Its a lot of work and not at all the direction in life Nino thought he’d take, but in the end he loves his kids more than anything. The day he finally legally adopts them all and gets them back from the system that took them away from him they crowd around him and hug him and they all cry. And little ten year old Evan hugs him and buries his face in Nino’s chest and says “I love you dad.”

And it was the first time any of them had ever called him that, and Nino is overwhelmed that he finally has them all back again. He remembers so potently when authorities really caught on to the fact that this group growing in popularity were essentially homeless though they often stayed crowded in Nino and Adriens apartment (the girls often took half of them at night) but it wasnt legal. Nino wasnt their legal guardian so one day the police showed up and took them all away from him. The kids were screaming and fighting them and Nino was desperately begging, going so far as to assault an officer and was imprisoned for only a night before Adrien posted his bail. But now he had them back, and no one was taking them away and Nino was going to give them as good of a life as he could. So he tells them that he loves them too, and lets them all refer to him as their father. They call Adrien their Uncle and the girls their Aunts, and Nino will push the couches aside in the living room of their modest home as they all crowd around him with their instruments and sing for them the same song he did when he first found them all, and they play with him. 

Happier - reid x reader

A/N this is a lil more angsty and less fluffy than i usually write. I like it tho (:

Anon request: An imagine to the song Happier by Ed Sheeran.

Hope you like it!! let me know what you think. (Italics are the song lyrics)

@hanny-bananny idk if u want me to tag u in my work still, if you want me to stop just let me know and i wont be offended!

Originally posted by dr-spencer-reid-though


Walking down 29th and park
I saw you in another’s arm
Only a month we’ve been apart
You look happier
Saw you walk inside a bar
He said something to make you laugh
I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours
Yeah, you look happier, you do

Spencer walked down the street with a cup of coffee in his hand, watching the sun set quickly over the busy street and buildings surrounding him. As he walked he allowed his mind to wander, and he started thinking of you.

You’d only ended your relationship a month ago. He was so torn up about it. He knew that it was best logically, because his work was getting to be too much. It took his attention away from you sometimes which caused you to feel unneeded. You deserved better.

But a big part of him just wanted you. He loved you and he needed you, but your happiness came before his own, and if you wanted the relationship to be over, so be it. 

Spencer was taken from his thoughts when he heard an all too familiar sound. Your laugh.

He’d know that sound anywhere. It was the most beautiful laugh in the world. He snapped his head up to look for the source of it, praying that you wouldn’t see him because he looked like a mess. Recently he’d thrown himself into his work to distract himself from the breakup.

Spencer’s eyes landed on you, but he didn’t see what he wanted to. He wanted you to run to him. He wanted you to hug him, and let him hold you for a million years. He wanted you to confess your love to him and admit that you needed him just as much as he needed you. But that didn’t happen, because you were holding hands with someone who he’d never seen before, and you didn’t even notice Spencer standing on the sidewalk far from you.

A big smile adorned your face as you produced the beautiful laugh that Spencer had fallen in love with at something the stranger said. The stranger’s smile mirrored your own as you walked into a bar, leaving Spencer dumbfounded at his luck. He could’ve gone without seeing that, it was painful.

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you
But ain’t nobody love you like I do
Promise that I will not take it personal, baby
If you’re moving on with someone new

Nevertheless, Spencer continued walking home, thinking to himself that if you were happier with the stranger than with him, then he could learn to be okay with that. He wouldn’t take it personally.

He’d hurt you, he was so invested in his work that he had neglected to remind you how much he adored you and that was his own fault. Your relationship in the end lacked the passion that it had always had in the beginning, and now he was paying the price.

Spencer was so afraid that he’d never love that much again. He was scared that he’d never have the chance to feel again.

‘Cause baby you look happier, you do
My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too
And until then I’ll smile to hide the truth
But I know I was happier with you

Sat in the corner of the room
Everything’s reminding me of you
Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself
You’re happier, aren’t you?

Before he knew it, Spencer had arrived home to his apartment. He threw his keys down on the table that you had bought with him when this was your shared apartment. He kicked off the shoes that you had given him as a gift. He tore off the coat that you’d always said you loved. He couldn’t think straight, he needed to tell someone about what had just happened, so he dialed Morgan’s cell phone number and listened to it ring as he awaited an answer.

“Hey, pretty boy, what’s up?” The friendly voice sounded in his ear.

“I just saw Y/N, and she was with a guy, and they were holding hands and laughing and they went into a bar, and I’m so.. Oh, god, Morgan. I just don’t know what to do with myself. She looked so happy, and I want her to be happy, but.. I want to be the one to make her happy, does that make any sense?” Spencer rambled. He opened a beer and sat on his couch. He didn’t drink often, but this was an exception.

“Woah, Reid. Slow down. Listen, it’s been a month and that’s not very long. But you knew this would happen at some point in time. One day you’re gonna meet someone new and you’ll be happy just like she is. Time will make it better.” Morgan said in a calming voice. Spencer just sighed, and they finished the conversation but he still didn’t feel better. He was a hell of a lot happier with you.


The next day at work, Spencer sat at his desk and smiled through his pain while he looked over paperwork and sipped on his coffee.

Oh, ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you
But ain’t nobody need you like I do
I know that there’s others that deserve you
But my darling, I am still in love with you

Spencer checked the time and was relieved when he saw that there was still a long day ahead of him, he needed to be distracted. However, his thoughts neglected the work before him and came to rest upon the topic of you, who he loved so much. Now that he thought about it, of course you’d found someone new. You were beautiful and kind. You were selfless, smart, and considerate. In fact, he didn’t even feel like he deserved you. There were better men out there, who could give you what you needed.

All he needed, though, was you.

But I guess you look happier, you do
My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too
I could try to smile to hide the truth
But I know I was happier with you
Baby, you look happier, you do
I knew one day you’d fall for someone new
But if he breaks your heart like lovers do
Just know that I’ll be waiting here for you

Spencer sighed, and just told himself to accept the fact that you’d moved on with someone new. He knew it’d happen eventually, but he didn’t realize that it’d be this soon.

Throughout the day, Morgan and JJ kept checking up on him, assuring him that he’d find someone else too. That wasn’t what he wanted though, he just wanted you.

Spencer swore to himself that he’d wait to look for someone new until he was positive that you were too far out of his grasp. If this mystery man that you were currently with hurt you or ended it with you, Spencer would still be waiting here with open arms. You were his home, and he prayed that he’d be able to go home soon.


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anonymous asked:

Lmaooo Onision made a video saying he has Rosacea and a back tumor that he self diagnosed with webmd probably. 😂 I can't with this guy. Now he even thinks he's smarter then needing a doctors opinion? It could be cancerous or it could also easily be a cyst. Who suspects they have a tumor and doesn't go to the doctor!?

Actually, let’s dissect this a bit. I wanted to make a post about this, so I’ll just turn this into that post.

Here’s the video he talks about it in.

Things to note about the video:

  • Greg isn’t alarmed about these issues. He mentions that he suspected this for awhile, minus the rosacea (which he didn’t pronounce right). He does, however, stress the point that he can’t do certain things because he wants a clear complexion (which is true). What upsets him the most is that he can’t have a clear complexion.
  • Greg’s also just like “oh by the way, it’s not REALLY a disease and all I have is a fat tumor”. Yeah, could’ve responded like that the first time and not freaked all your fans out. That was a dick move.

I actually suspected Greg had rosacea for awhile as I work for a skincare company and we have a lot of people come in seeking relief and I have a very small case of it. I get small, red acne all through my cheeks and nose area and sometimes they become cystic.

Rosacea is a skin disease that is considered incurable, but it can go away on it’s own and there’s lots of different ways to treat it. Sometimes you get cystic (pus filled) acne from it which is nasty. It can be noticeable, and painful, and embarrassing for some people.

So let’s look at Greg. I grabbed these images from another video (it’s youtube fired me or one of those rant videos).

And now some from his most recent video talking about it and showing off the areas:

So in these two instances, you can see it flaring up badly and it subsided.

Now, lets look at people with rosacea:

These are obviously less severe cases.

Do I think Greg is lying about having rosacea? No. I believe he did contact a dermatologist about it because he’s incredibly vain about his appearance. In the video he even mentions that people make fun of his skin. It’s an incredibly common issues, so I really don’t think he’s lying or that he has reason to lie. Again, for someone as vain as him, saying he has a skin issue would be embarrassing and not something he’d lie about in my opinion. I think he’d lie about something he could gain more sympathy out of. 

As for the tumor…

Here are some photos of Greg pointing it out. While he’s standing straight, it’s virtually invisible.

When he bends over, it’s visible.

Here’s what fat tumors look like:

So what Greg says is it’s a fat tumor. It’s not a cancerous tumor, it’s just excess tissue growth. It can happen to anyone no matter their health, weight, sex, age, though it does occur more so in middle aged people. A lot of people don’t even bother getting them treated. Think of dogs. This happens to dogs all the time.

Do I think Greg is lying? No. Do I think it’s a fat tumor? Probably but I’m also not a doctor. Did Greg probably self diagnose himself? Yes.

Honestly, I’m not super interested in trying to diagnose him or say what else it could be. It really does seem like a fat tumor that happened because he’s getting older. It’s not proven, but doctors think that it can happen more to inactive people which would make sense considering Greg’s ‘job’. You can also be predisposed to it because genetics.

For your comment of ‘who suspects a tumor and doesn’t go to the doctor’ and mentioning that it could be a cyst:

  • Greg just doesn’t go the doctor. It’s really stupid. It could be cancerous, but I think he’d notice more symptoms by now and fat tumors are pretty unique from other tumors. I’m sure by now he’s gone to the doctor.
  • As for the possibility of it being a cyst, if Greg’s had it for awhile and it hasn’t become more agitated, red, and pus filled, I think it’s probably not a cyst.

Anyways, I’m not a doctor, but these are my thoughts on the whole ordeal. He’s just being a drama queen which makes it unbelievable.

Either way:

Fat tumors: usually benign and nothing to worry about

Rosacea: sucks ass but wont kill you. Also easy to get under control and his case doesn’t look severe.

- E

anonymous asked:

Ack sorry about sending another pitch question (I know you said something about people sending those) but you mentioned you pitched a show twice, and since I'm a creeper, I read the tags and you said the pitch wasn't how we'd think they'd be; how were they, then, out of curiosity? If I ever pitch a show, in your position, what should I expect? What exactly happened? Sorry for asking all these questions; you've been my inspiration for a while and I hope I can pitch my own show someday!! Thank you

Oh no, that’s fine!  I don’t mind telling my experience with it, and I’ve even given pitching tips before, but this post is about the extent of my knowledge.  (You can also just search my blog for “pitch”, ‘cause I’ve reblogged stuff from other people that actually KNOW what they’re talking about, haha)  I just don’t want people under the impression that I’m super experienced with it, or that I’ve ever pitched to a big deal network or producer.  I absolutely haven’t.  

I have exactly 2 pitching experiences.  The first one was a few years ago at an event in Nashville called “Film-Com”, which is an annual trade show/expo event for financing and distributing filmmaking projects.  Basically you get a booth, and you set up in this convention center with all these other aspiring creators (filmmakers, documentary people, a few video game/new media folks, all sorts), and they’ve invited a WHOLE SWATH of producers and industry professionals to come mull around the show floor with you so you can make connections and get your product out there EAT FREE MEALS and then idk, maybe fuckin’ walk around a bit and look at your dumb shitty projects if they fuckin’ feel like it but they probably wont, so what ends up happening is all the creators just walk around and look at each others’ shit, which for me—being the only animator there—means that a bunch of other jack-knobs who have some vague idea for a shitty cartoon end up giving me THEIR card so that maybe in the future I can work on THEIR dumbfuck ideas.

ANYWAY, to get to the point, they selected certain projects and scheduled them to actually go up and pitch in front of a whole room full of producers.  This happened over the course of the whole day, so I suspect the reason none of the producers were walking around interacting with people is ‘cause they were stuck in a room all day hearing 30 different suck-ass pitches and when it was all said and done they were probably exhausted.  I was scheduled as the last pitch of the day.  I enter the room and wait patiently; the person before me is running about 10 minutes over their allotted time.  I scan the room… everyone is MISERABLE.  They’re anxious, they’re uninterested, they’re sighing… the main guy who’s sort of monitoring the whole thing is pinching his brow and trying his best to keep up the pretense of politeness in telling the current pitcher to wrap it up.  NONE of these people want to be here anymore.  It seems like everyone’s spent the whole day “warming ‘em up” for me, but now they’re all sweaty and miserable, so I can either go up there and give another mediocre pitch, OR I can go up there and try my goddamn hardest to make them laugh. 

I go up on stage, just IMMEDIATELY force myself to get over any fears I have, and I pitch W2H.  I screen a short mock trailer I made (no way I’d force them to sit through that whole fucking thing), and it’s sort of like a fever dream, because I can see all of the life returning to their faces, they’re WAY into it, I’m doing fucking GREAT somehow, despite literally zero experience… and when it was all said and done, it became abundantly clear that even though they all LOVED it, not a single one of them could help me.  None of them were animation producers.  None of them KNEW animation producers.  One guy suggested I go into comics, because “comics get turned into film and tv shows all the time”.  I just had the PERFECT fucking pitch, and I pitched to people who couldn’t fucking help me.  As I was leaving, many of them came up to me and actually thanked me for sending them off for the day on a good note.  There was a big dinner at like, the fucking Governers’ mansion or something that night, and again, some of them were coming up to me and thanking me, wishing me the best and all that.  I guess if nothing else, I learned what I’m capable of.


The second pitch was an ACTUAL disaster.  When I’d first graduated I thought I could pitch W2H to Frederator, ‘cause it seemed like a good fit.  They told me (understandably) that they couldn’t reverse-engineer a show from something I’d already produced, and also that it was inappropriate (despite having a show at the time called “SuperFuckers”, but whatever; language and subject matter are different things).  Later on I got an email from them, saying that someone in their office was familiar with my work, and they invited me to come pitch them something that wasn’t W2H.  They also said that I was free to swing by their office any time, even “just to hang out”, and that if I had any questions “whether it be pitching or where to get the best burgers in Burbank”, to hit them up.  How friendly!  How perfect!  I was JUST about to move out to L.A., so I started working on this idea tentatively called “Gayliens”.  I swung by their office once, you know, just to pop in, like they said; thought I’d make myself known or whatever.  They looked at me like I was nuts.  They still invited me in and we chatted for a bit about the history of early Disney studios, but when they asked why I was there, and I reminded them about the email they’d sent, they seemed to have no idea what I was talking about.  I told them I was working on a pitch for them and that I’d be in touch so we could schedule something.  

When I finally finished putting my pitch together, I went in for a meeting with them.  It was just 2 folks, we were in like a board meeting-type room (which I imagine is probably standard).  They made some small talk with me first, which I’m sure was an attempt to loosen us all up a bit and set the mood, but all of their questions really caught me off guard.  (I guess they asked where I was working, and when I told them I didn’t have a studio job, they asked how I was making money, and I’m sure it wasn’t meant to put me in an awkward position, but people asking me how I make money literally ALWAYS puts me in an awkward position, because my income sources are scattered and weird.  Try explaining how youtube ad revenue works to your social services worker, it’s a blast.) 

SO okay, I let myself get tripped up a bit.  I go on with the pitch; they don’t really want me to pitch the concept, they just have me show them my storyboards and read through the whole thing.  They’re DEAD silent the whole time.  I can’t get a read on them at all.  When it’s over, they ask me some more questions that trip me up.  Some of them are 100% my fault; they asked for a title, and I wasn’t ready to say “Oh, it’s tentatively called GAYLIENS,” out loud to people who I couldn’t get a read from.  

It’s all kind of a blur, but the few topics of discussion I remember them bringing up were that “the storyboards look almost TOO good”, like it was TOO polished or well-developed (which is sort of a backhanded compliment I guess???), because see, “when they made Adventure Time… blah blah blah it just started off as this loose idea, and once they were a season or so into it, they started expanding on the universe and developing the characters a little bit more…” — AS IF ANYONE doesn’t understand why AT got so popular???  You don’t have to TELL ME, I WAS WATCHING IT, I FUCKING KNOW.  No one gave a shit about AT until they got Rebecca Sugar and all these talented writers working on it a couple seasons in, and doing all this character-heavy shit.  I tried to present them with something that had all that character shit baked into it already, ‘cause I knew they were gonna’ use AT as an example.  But it seemed like they’re not looking for something that’s already developed with it’s own voice or sensibility, they’re looking for a vague idea that they can mold into something as they go.  


They also told me–and I still can’t get over this–that they’re looking for “”””””characters that people will want to cosplay as””””””, which is funny to me for a plethora of reasons; namely that they have no way of knowing that PEOPLE DO COSPLAY AS MY CHARACTERS, but also that I spent half of my time in college working on ridiculous magical girl Adventure Time crossover group cosplays (don’t fuckin’ laugh) like trust me I’m ALARMINGLY familiar with cosplay, and ALSO, that looking for a new property with the guidelines that it should be “the next big thing that some fucking nerds will dress up as at comic con” just seems like such an out-of-touch-but-trying-to-be-hip, capitalize-on your-fandom-doing-all-the-legwork-for-you, fucking executive thing to say.  I know I sound like a whiny art school kid saying that but my animation instructor was so anti-establishment, and I carry a lot of that with me still, and something about that statement–insignificant as it may be–kind of epitomizes how I feel about the industry?  It’s a hard thing to explain. 

I walked out of that pitch with my mind feeling like TV static.  My friends were waiting for me next door at a bakery and they were super excited, asking me how it went, and I was just like “I mean… BAD, for sure, but I don’t know where to even start.”  Hahaha.  I don’t know.  It just seems like everyone wants to play gatekeeper I guess.  They want This Thing™, but it can’t be too This Thing™.  They want the thing to have A Fandom™, but they don’t really understand fandom ‘cause they don’t participate in fandom.  They want Your Idea™ but they want to make it Their Idea™.  I don’t know.  I’m just angry and bitter and that’s my experience with pitching.  Admittedly some of what went wrong in these pitches was my fault, or there were circumstances beyond my control, and regardless of how that pitch went, I don’t actually dislike Frederator (I’m on their youtube network), and Fred Seibert has actually done a ton of iconic shit.

I don’t think I’ve ever AIRED MY GRIEVANCES in such great detail before, but there you have it.  If you want some tips on pitching, you can check out the links I provided at the beginning of the post; there’s tons of people out there who actually know their shit too, and they’d probably give more proactive advice.  I don’t know if this helps at all, but hopefully you can glean something from it!  That’s just my limited experience with it.  Haha.  Good luck!  

Read Between The Lines (Ch. 16)

Chapter 16

JEN

There was something serene and hypnotising about watching the city below me go by. It was the wee hours of the morning, after sending Jess off in her taxi; she was en route back to New York, I couldn’t go back to sleep. I tried snuggling into Roman, even his big arms wrapped around me couldn’t relax me enough to make my mind retire. So I lay awake for half an hour, a selfish part of me wanted to wake him up but then the selfless and caring part of me overruled that. He’d had a rough week, he deserved extra time in bed. Especially with the Vegas trip looming. So eventually I climbed out of bed, tried to watch TV, but nothing could hold my attention enough, it became unecessary background noise. Then as the sun started creeping in, rising with a beautiful rose gold hue that lit the room; I followed it’s rays onto the balcony and sat on the cushioned wicker chair, feet up on the opposite chair.

A few people adorned the streets, they trickled onto it like little ants coming out of their holes and going about their day. Some were in suits, some in jeans and casual wear, some in their workout gear, a few school kids with their backpacks. There were women in their fancy workwear; some whose outfits looked well thought out and others as if they didn’t care. There were mothers pushing strollers or holding the hands of their toddlers, old ladies and gentlemen with slouched postures, well the occasional one or two - up early and trudging as fast as their bodies and age would permit.

And even with all those people, it felt so calm and relaxed, it was nothing like NY: mad men and women on their phones with a coffee cups - in a mad rush to work or somewhere. Things seemed slower here. And the people seemed to revel in it. As I did watching them. It was like watching a movie or reading a book; better yet writing one and imagining all these characters; their thoughts, emotions, plans for the day. Who were they? Where were they going? Or coming from?

Anything to run away from the turmoil of my own thoughts and reality I suppose. I concluded that I just couldn’t bare to dwell on meeting Roman’s family. It was happening today, I wanted it to but I felt nervous. Nauseatingly nervous. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, it’s just that it suddenly felt too real and I didn’t feel ready. I just needed more time, it was me, I was the problem.

I shook my head and distracted myself again and focused on the handsome man standing outside the coffee shop scrolling through his phone. I wondered if he was texting his girlfriend or rereading text messages from her? Or wondering why she hasn’t replied yet? Or was he lost? Was he looking at his map or reading an email from his overbearing boss? Was he waiting to meet his girlfriend for breakfast and then walk her to work? I wondered how long they’d been dating. Suddenly, the door behind him opened and he stepped aside, turning briefly to acknowledge the person walking out; a stunning woman with legs to fight for. He did a double-take, she barely noticed, he flashed her a smile and she looked at him. That’s when she really noticed him. Then something interesting happened, she lingered a couple of meters away from him, seeming to pretend to be on her phone but made sure she was in his line of sight so that he would notice her. She would steal glances when he wasn’t looking, he did the same. Then he-

“Babe,” Roman’s voice interrupted the movie-esque scene I’d just become engrossed in. I jumped at the suddeness of his call. “Whoa, jumpy,”

“Sorry, I didn’t hear the doors open,” I smiled and shifted in my seat, putting my legs down so he could sit down.

He raised a brow but shrugged and took the seat, yawning and stretching his arms above his head. I watched the muscles bulge and contract, and then relax as he lowered them.

“Are you okay?”

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine. Sleep well?”

He nodded tentatively, with a curious look on his face, “I did, you’re up early,”

“I’d to say bye to Jess,”

His eyes lit up, “oh snap yeah, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“It’s no biggie,” I waved a hand dismissively.

“I still wanted to say bye and thank her for coming all the way out here to support me. What time is her flight?”

“An hour ago, she left super early. I couldn’t go back to sleep,”

“You should’ve woken me up and we could have gone for a walk or something,”

“What are you Shakespeare?” I joked but of course he caught onto something in my voice, not that I had intended it. He just knew when something was wrong.

“What’s going on in your head babe?” He pursued. I shrugged begging him to let it go. “Something’s bothering you, talk to me,”

“Nothing’s bothering me, I’m just tired, it’s been an early start that’s all,”

“Come here,”

I only stared back before he used his legs as leverage and hooked them around the legs of my chair; dragging me towards him. How could I be so foolish to forget how strong the man was?

“I. Said. Come. Here,” he smiled, taking my hands and pulling me out of my chair. I assisted him and stood up, then he pulled me onto his lap and I let my legs hang over the arm rest, my arms around his neck. “Talk to me,”

“It’s nothing Roman, I promise,” I said, immediately relaxing my head on his chest so that he couldn’t see my face.

“I hate it when you hide things from me,”

“I’m not hiding anything,” I pulled back and looked him right in his eyes.

He sighed, kept my gaze, and then eventually a nod of defeat.

“Promise,” I said.

“Promise?”

“Yes,”

“Seal it with a kiss,” he suggested, those brows dancing suggestively.

I didn’t hesitate, I leant in and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me slowly though, biting and tagging on my bottom lip before I giggled and pulled away.

“Too early for this Rated R show, I know you Roman, one thing always leads to the other,”

“You caught me. What were you doing sitting all alone with no book or phone out here? That’s unlike you,”

“I was people watching,”

“You’re so boring, you know that? That is boring,”

“No it’s not, you disturbed a pretty good moment,” I said as I turned my head to look back down on the streets again, at the coffee shop, handsome phone guy had disappeared. “I think this cute guy met the woman of his dreams. I didn’t see the rest because you just disturbed the whole scene,”

“Cute guy,” he chuckled. “Why’re you lying? I wasn’t down there; I was in bed all along, but I suppose you’re right, I have met her, the woman of my dreams. She a'ight,”

I looked back at him and paused, “Yeah you’re cute…but stick to Wrestling,”

“Whatever, so tell me, who are these people you’re watching?”

“Randoms, I just create stories about them,”

I turned back around again and picked a young woman, mid-20s I guessed pacing determindly. I pointed her out…

“Her, she’s out of college, a couple of years ago, she hates her current job, she’s seeing someone but it’s not serious…”

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Roman

It didn’t take a genius to figure out how nervous she was about meeting my family and I could not fault her for that. I’d feel the same should the opportunity come because it’s their ultimate approval that matters, they see things objectively. But I hated that she didn’t want to open up to me about it, as if she was afraid that I’d look at her differently. But I also didn’t want to pressure her to talk about it and make her more anxious, so I went along with her, but I knew she wasn’t ready. I didn’t resent her for it, she had to feel ready and comfortable with the idea.

“Babe,” I said later that afternoon after we came back in from lunch and she’d started packing her stuff since we were leaving for Vegas early morning tomorrow.

“Mhhh?” she replied from the inside the bathroom where she was gathering her vanity stuff.

“Uhhh, so a change in plans. Mom messaged me about something urgent that just came up at work, last minute, don’t think she’ll be back home early to have us today,”

I watched her reflection in the mirror from the edge of the bed where I sat. Her face dropped and there was also a hint of relief on it, in equal measures.

“Oh, is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I looked up from my phone and then back down, afraid that she’d be able to see through me; she had a habit and talent for that. “She’s fine, but I’m thinking if we go to see her too late when she’s come from work - it’s gonna mess with our travel arrangements, plus I’m not sure what time she’s going to get home,”

She leant against the door frame, “Okay, I understand. I mean…yeah, we don’t have much choice, I don’t want to inconvenience her,”

“I’m sorry,”

“No don’t be, it’s not your fault. We can do it another time.”

“Thanks babe. She’s really sad to miss this chance. I mean maybe it’s a good thing I suppose. As they say, things happen for a reason,”

“You might be right” she disappeared back into the bathroom.

As she did, I begun to write a message to mom to cancel the plan, a lie about how sick Jen was and how sad she was because she also really wanted to see everyone. Mom didn’t reply then, not for a while, it was almost an hour later when Jen was in the shower that she called; I disappeared to the balcony.

“I just saw your message, how is she? What’s the problem?”

“I think she caught some bug, she’s been throwing up all over the place, all fevery, I don’t think it’s a good idea to come around with her like this. All she’s doing is sleeping,”

“Aaaaaw,” she replied, kissing her teeth sympathetically. Then she sighed. “Of course, that makes sense, what a shame, I was very excited, I was even going to cook. You know I hate cooking. I made a cake too, nevermind, it wont go to waste anyway,”

“We can rearrange it for after Vegas?”

“Ooh baby is she fine enough to travel?”

“We’ll see how she is tomorrow,”

“What did you say is wrong with her again?”

Feeling under the spot, I replied instantly, wearily. She was onto me, “Throwing up-”

She screamed, squealed and then it morphed into a laugh, “I’m going to be a grandma! She’s pregnant,”

I paused, the announcement hitting me as soon as she said it. I believed it then for a second until I realised it spawned off from my lie; I felt disappointment.

“No ma, don’t start rumours. She is not pregnant,” I paced up and down and laughed, then I started imagining it, us, expecting a child. A smile washed over my face before I could even stop it, I knew I was getting ahead of myself but I couldn’t help it.

I’d never stopped to think about it, but the concept didn’t sound so absurd; having a child or children with her. She’d be such a good mother I was so sure of it. But we needed to get over a few hurdles first, like meeting the parents, saying ‘I love you’, talking about our dreams and expectations, maybe moving in together and securing what we had then the rest would follow.

“I think coming from a woman with five children, I would know the symptoms of a pregnancy,”

I sighed, then laughed, “Okay, I guarantee you she is not though. We are not there yet, don’t hold your breath over it or you’ll pass out,”

“Hurry it up,” she joked. “On a serious note, I hope she gets well soon, maybe take her to the doctors and make sure she’s drinking a lot of water, and feed her,”

“Thanks, I will,” I said solemnly, feeling bad about lyjng to her.

I knew if I came out with the truth, she wouldn’t have been mad, she’d most probably assume it’s me who wasn’t ready. And on that note, that’s why I couldn’t tell her the truth; I didn’t need her talking to me about hanging onto the baggage of my previous relationship.

“I’ll speak to you later then, go look after your woman, just think about it though Roman, she is most probably pregnant,”

“Ma. She is not pregnant, seriously. Anyway, change of topic: I’m gonna come by to get my stuff for Vegas, we leave tomorrow morning,”

“You still haven’t packed have you?”

“I’m a guy, it’ll take me two minutes, besides it’s all in the suitcases since I live out of them,”

“Okay baby, see you soon, love you,”

“Love you, bye,”

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JEN

“What are you most excited about doing in Vegas?”

He didn’t answer straight away, his hands were tangled in my hair, playing with it absentmindedly, my head on his chest listening to the relaxed heartbeat. His chest would rise and fall gently.

“Apart from dicking you down?” I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I know you’re rolling your eyes, it’s dark in here but I know you. Acting like y'don’t want the dick of your life in Vegas-”

“Goodnight Roma-”

“Okay, okay, relax. Dayumn. So, I’m excited about the helicopter tour and the canyon,”

“The heli what? No thanks, I don’t do heights,”

“Oh you will. You do. You fly all the time for work and to see me, stop playing,”

“That’s involuntary, this is ‘hey let’s go die up in the sky’ for what? Instagram? No, it’s okay, on your own babe,”

Then he started laughing, “You’re so dramatic. Who said anything about Instagram? It’ll be fun, this is a bucketlist holiday- we gotta do things we’ve never done or always wanted to do. That’s what life’s all about,”

“I’ll think about it,”

“You don’t have a choice,”

“I’m pregnant remember? I can’t do things that’ll hurt the baby,”

I felt him freeze in his track, the motions in my hair ceased and his heartbeat doubled and chest rose and fell rapidly.

“Oh come on Roman, you were not exactly out of earshot or quiet over the phone,” I laughed, he groaned then joined in laughing. “You lied to me,”

“About what?”

“Your mom being busy, you didn’t want me to see her?”

“No no no,” he sat up in panic mode and turned on the bedside lamp and looked at me. I sat up too, crossing my legs as I faced him. “It’s not that, no baby. In fact, you lied to me, I could sense your fear and dread all morning and I kept asking you what’s wrong and you hid it from me. I get it, you were not ready and that’s okay, I wasn’t going to force you, besides, like I said, things happen for a reason. So it’s okay, I’m not mad, at all. It’d be great if you opened up to me and told me exactly how you feel because I can’t force things out of you,”

I nodded, appreciating his honesty. “You’re right I’m sorry. I thought I was ready, I was excited about it before but then all of a sudden I started feeling overwhelmed and unprepared. And I didn’t want to tell you and let you down because I know you were excited too. I just need a little bit more time,”

“I understand, that’s all you needed to tell me okay? Don’t hide from me.” he looked me dead in the eye. I nodded again, in agreement. “I wasn’t going to be disappointed, it’s a big step for us so of course you’re going to have your worries but that’s what I’m here for - for you to tell me those things. We good?”

I smiled at him, “Yes.”

“Good,” he reached over for the light again and turned it off. “Bring your ass here to sleep, our flight’s in seven hours,”

I curled back into him and we resumed our prior positions.

“Did your mom really think I’m pregnant?”

He chuckled, “You know, I don’t even know anymore. She just wants it to happen - I mean for me to have kids, it’s making her erratic,”

“How about you? Do you want it to happen?” I asked bravely.

He didn’t show any signs of suprise or being caught offguard, he was calm as ever. “Always. I love kids. It’s just a matter of it being the right time though. You?”

“Same, I want loads of kids. So when that starts, I’ll start to look to moving out of the city,”

“How many is loads?”

“Three, four, five? I’ve only got one sibling and a for long time we didn’t get along and I think if there were more of us, I’d have probably had someone else to talk to or someone who would diffuse the situation. Big families just look so fun, especially at Christmas or Thanksgiving,”

“That’s a good insight. And birthdays.”

“And it means we have to get a big house,”

“We? Girl I didn’t say I want you to have my kids,”

“Shut your mouth, then what are we going to Vegas for?” I joked.

“You have a point,” I felt him squeeze me tighter in his arm, it was such a relaxing pressure. “Boys? Girls?”

“Three girls, two boys,”

“Definitely need the boys to carry on the Reigns family name you know,”

“You pompous piece of shit, who said I want kids with you?” I retorted.

“Would you have dated me if I wasn’t a Reigns? Didn’t think so,”

“You’re right, I totally put your last name on a list of things I look for in a guy,”

“What exactly is on your list by the way?” He asked. I fake snored. “I’ll tell you what’s on mine…Jen come on…stop playing…aye…I know you ain’t sleep…wanna practice making babies?”

I chortled into a laugh, “You’re such an idiot,”

“I’m your idiot,”

“Goodnight Roman,”

As I drifted off to sleep I wondered about the things in life we do and don’t know. What is certain? Then I remembered the scenes I observed when I was people watching this morning. The fact that I never saw or would never know how those peoples’ days or stories ended, made me think; how today would have ended had I gone to meet his family. I’d never know that either.

I’m one of those superstitious people that believes that one little action can change the course of your entire day or life. Then it made me think also about my life…about us…what was our ending going to look like; how were the decisions we were making now, big or small; going to impact our future? People talk about a happy ending, you know the 'happily ever after’ but life begins there. Because remember, as they say: happiness is a journey, not a destination. It was exciting, just thinking what the future held for us and imagining it as we did with kids in it. I don’t think I’d ever been so happy, and the fact that we’d spoken about children made me realise I wasn’t now just woman he was seeing. I was beyond that; I was a woman he saw himself with in the future. I had a purpose. And so did he. And there was nothing more satisfying than your life falling into place; inch by inch. Like the scene before me in the morning, things were slow with us, and it was a reminder to revel in that too, to savour each moment and time with each other. It seemed we had forever to look forward to. If our relationship was written about in a book, in this chapter, I’d write that I was in love with the man next to me and I needed him to know it.

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SURPRISE! I know I keep doing this disappearing act and coming back. Things got messy. I’m trying to get back on track. Bare with me, for the hudreth time. I hope you’re all good; I will be catching up with your messages. Lots of ❤️

my world / sirius black

requested: Could u do a Sirius black imagine (young) where the reader goes on a order mission by herself and gets hurt and is sent back to hog warts (they are in there 7th year) and the marauders find out and freak out and u wake up and Sirius admits his feelings for u!!!!! Thx if u do this! (@evolutionofkatep)

author note: okay so i changed this around a bit to where it actually takes place after they graduated from hogwarts since they would’ve been considered underage?? i hope you like it anyways  x 

request here


Shit. Shit. Shit.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. You were spying on the Death Eater, Antonin Dolohov, seeing if you could discover any useful information that could help the Order gain an advantage over Voldemort. Dumbledore had originally planned for you and Sirius to go and spy on Dolohov together, but you insisted that you would much rather go alone. That it would be better. 

It wasn’t that Sirius was a terrible partner or could give away your position. It was the fact that Dolohov was considered one of the most dangerous Death Eater. He was loyal to the cause and would not hesitate to kill anyone on spot that defied his Dark Lord. It was because of those very reasons that made you want to go alone. You knew that if Sirius was with you and something went south, he would very much jump in front of the line of fire to save you. You knew that anyone you cared for in the Order would sacrifice themselves for you as you would for them, but it was your worst fear that someone would die for you. It would’ve felt like their blood was on your hands as well. That’s why you would much rather go alone. But why join the Order if you’re afraid of the people around you dying? Well, it was for a good cause. It was to make the world a safer place; to lessen the casualties. So when you received a letter to join after graduation, during your seventh year at Hogwarts, you knew you couldn’t reject the offer. And neither could your friends. 

Reducto!” Dolohov vehemently roaredlashing out his wand at you. 

You managed to dodge the spell, your back pressing up against a wooden counter that was currently aiding you with cover. Your heart was beating rapidly and your breath was coming out in sporadic huffs. 

Somehow, someway you had made your presence known to the Death Eater. You were following him around Diagon Alley, Dumbledore having informed you of his rumored whereabouts. You had discreetly pursued Dolohov into a murky alleyway known as Knockturn Alley and had watched as he entered Borgin and Burkes. Through the shaded glass you could see him heading towards the backroom so you apparated into the antique shop, appearing behind some shelves without a single sound. It all went downhill shortly. 

Antonin and you were in the midst of a duel inside the shop, your hand clutching your wand in a tight grip. You had a stinging cut on your right cheek, but no real damage had been done yet.

Expulso!” you yelled after quickly rising to your feet, a burst of blue light firing at Dolohov and forcefully hurling him back into some shelves.

Glass shattered some more, pieces of it flying everywhere and joining other already broken objects. The poor shop looked like a war had went on inside. 

Dolohov seemed unresponsive so when you took a moment to catch your breath, you heard the words ‘Crucio’ being vocalized before your body, in a matter of seconds, fell to the floor in excruciating pain. 

You ripped out a bloodcurdling scream, your back arching up in agony as your hands clenched into fists, your body soon beginning to convulse. 

“And I thought we were just getting started.” Antonin laughed as he stumbled to stand.

You didn’t hear him of course. You were far too distracted with the fact that your head was inflamed with agonizing pain, feeling as if scalding daggers were rapidly penetrating every inch of your body.   

“F-fu-” you tried to gasp out, but nothing coherent was able to be said. 

“F-fu what?” Dolohov mocked your state. “And here I thought my Dark Lord was rather intimidated by you. But I can see now that you’re not as strong as they say you are, Y/L/N. Such a shame really.” 

As the internal pain wore out, you reached for your wand, swiftly directing it towards the man inching closer to you. “Stupefy!” You cried out.

But Dolohov had managed a shield charm, deflecting the stunning spell you casted. Quickly you tried to apparate out of the shop but as you did so, the Death Eater had mutely cast his own curse with a sudden slashing movement of his wand. A streak of purple flame was the last thing you witnessed before rendering unconscious. 


“Bloody hell, mate.” James remarked. “If you get your face any closer your breath is going to be the thing that kills her.” 

Sirius had been right by your side when he found out were admitted into St. Mungo’s.

“You know that Y/N is very strong, right? It wont take long before she wakes up. She’ll be alright.” Remus chimed in. 

“She’ll be alright? Moony, it’s been three days!” Sirius voice was thick, his grey orbs never leaving your sight. “I’m worried sick.”

“And you think we’re not? We’re terrified, Padfoot. But I know Y/N would hate for us to be glued to her bed like this. She’d want us to take care of ourselves.” Remus sighed. “You need to go and eat. Do something, anything, and we can watch over her while you’re gone.”

When the rest of the Marauders were informed about your current state, boy did they hit the ceiling. James started lecturing Dumbledore about how idiotic it was to listen and send you alone, a ‘don’t kick me out of the Order please’ kind of look resting on his face after his rant. Remus had froze, panic registering as he tried to comfort Sirius and himself. Peter didn’t know what to do. He was scared for you and terrified he might say the wrong thing that would upset his friends even more. They were all worried sick for you.

“No.” Sirius huffed. “I want to be here when she wakes up. I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Sirius-”

“Moony, I swear to Merlin if you say another word. Any of you I’ll-”

“What’s the bicker about this time?” Your whisper was softly-spoken as your eyes opened, wincing as you tried to sit up.

Sirius head snapped, gaining his composure as he gently pushed you to lay back down. “S’alright, love. Don’t sit up just yet.” he cooed. “Are you alright? Are you in pain? Should I get the nurse? Moony, get the nur-”

“No.” you interrupted Sirius, grabbing his arm and shaking your head. “I’m alright. Just a bit sore, that’s all.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

The others were surrounding your bed now, the worry look they carried was quickly changing to a much more different one.

“Y/N how incredibly stupid it was of you to go alone and spy on Antonin Dolohov by yourself.” James stated with a cross of his arms.

“Prongs,” Remus warned before looking at you as well. “It was rather sluggish of you though.”

“What were you thinking? Dumbledore told us that you insisted on going alone. That I was originally planned to tag along with you!” Sirius exclaimed. “You almost died!”

You were quiet, studying the creases they had on their forehead and the frown carved on their lips. “I was thinking of you guys. I was thinking that I didn’t want anything to happen to you, Sirius.” You revealed. “I knew Dolohov is a walking hazard and that if things went south, you would be quick to sacrifice yourself just to make sure I made it out safe. I knew that you would be so willing to die for me and I couldn’t have that blood on my hands. I couldn’t bare to imagine any of you dying for me and then I would have to carry the burden that your death was somehow, in someway, my fault.”

The brim of your eyes were threatening to spill tears as a hard lump filled your throat. Your sore fingers kept grasping at your sheets, tugging at them as you tried to avoid eye contact with the four boys surrounding you and instead stared up at the white ceiling. 

They were all quiet, unsure of the right thing to say before Sirius eventually spoke up. “You’re right.” he spoke quietly. “I would’ve gladly died for you and so would they; just as much as you’d die for us. We all knew what we would be getting into when we got asked to join. We knew it wasn’t going to be easy and that sacrifices would be made for the greater good. But doing something ridiculous like you did, Y/N, doesn’t help anyone. I cant even imagine what I would do right now if you had died.” 

You noticed how his voice slowly began to crack, looking over at him and seeing how intensely his orbs were burning through you. You hadn’t noticed that one of his hands was gripping your forearm, his other pushing back a strand of your y/h/c locks behind your ear as his eyes never left you.

“I love you, Y/N.” He confessed. “I love you so much that it hurts me. When I found out that you had gotten hurt it felt like I couldn’t breathe. It felt like my whole world just stopped.”

Your lips were quivering as the young man beside you spoke with such sincerity that a warm feeling began to engulf the inside of your body. You were thankful that you had been laying for if you were standing, you’d most certainly have fallen to the floor because of how weak your knees got. The others knew that this was their moment to exit, leaving the two of you alone.

“And that’s when I had realized that I love you. That I didn’t just fancy you, it was something much more. It was the thought of you not being in my life anymore, of us not having any chance of a future together. And the reason why it felt like my world stopped is simply because you are my world, Y/N.” Sirius whispered,  his thumb brushing against your cheek and down to your lips as he smiled softly at you.

“You are my world.” He repeated. “If you would’ve died, my world would have ended because there would’ve been no you. And without you, I’d cease to exist. So promise me, swear to me, that you will never willingly put yourself in danger like that again.”

“I promise, Sirius.” You managed to say, the tears that were threatening to spill earlier streaming down your cheeks. Not because you were sad, but because you couldn’t have been any happier. 

“Good.” He mumbled before leaning down to gently kiss your forehead. 

You Wont Regret It - Gajevy Secret Santa

This story is entirely dedicated to @the-redhead-who-writes ~ I hope that you enjoy it! I have never written Gajevy before, so please forgive me if either of them are a little bit OOC! I really hope that you enjoy it and I SUPER hope that you have a Merry Christmas <3

Summary: She made him coffee, she was cute… how could he not fall for her?

Coffee Shop AU 

Characters: Gajeel, Levy, Lucy, Natsu

Ship: Gajevy, VERY light implied NaLu

Rating: K

Word Count: 4,090


“My name is Levy. How many times do I need to tell you that?” The bluenette was pointing at the name tag that was located above her heart. Her name was written in large black print, so there was absolutely no way that this guy was missing it.

“Oh, is it?” The large man with all the piercings leaned over the counter, forcing Levy to take an uncertain step backwards while he squinted at the spot she was pointing to on her uniform. “I think Shrimp suits you much better, you should consider having it legally changed. It might do you some good.”

The short girl puffed out her cheeks at the customer who always seemed to enjoy picking on her.

She was the only worker in the whole cafe that wasn’t afraid of serving him though, so she never really had a choice when he walked in through those doors.

Which he seemed to do every single day that she worked.

There was a rumor going around the workplace that this guy had a thing for Levy, which she denied every single time it was brought up.

No way that jerk could like her!

“Are you going to order or am I going to have to play the guessing game?” The bluenette decided to change the subject back onto the real reason that he was there, she was thankful that no other customers were around to witness this banter.

The man often would continue this charade whether or not there was a growing line behind him, the thoughts and opinions of other people when it came to himself didn’t seem to matter in the slightest.

Levy couldn’t help but admire that about the strange man. Of course, she would never admit to something like that. The guy already had an ego the size of a horse, she definitely didn’t want to go about making it any bigger.

“Aw Shrimp, I thought that by now you would have my order down to a science.”

Levy placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at him, “How can I possibly do that when you change it up every single time you come here? It’s as though you have something against consistency.”

The man grinned before bursting out laughing, “What can I say? I guess it’s a lot of fun getting you all riled up. I kind of think of it as a game now, on my way here I find myself wondering how I’m gonna get you to look at me with that expression. I’m always pretty successful.”

Levy only looked at him expectantly and he sighed before turning his eyes up towards the menu that hung above her head. “Alright, today I’ll go for a triple espresso, a honey dip donut… and your number.”

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To the Markiplier Fandom:

Hello everyone I just have a few things that I would like to address if you would give me a moment of your time.
It concerns Markiplier fanfiction, specifically x Readers and any NSFW smut or art.
A while ago a post was made and the person was wondering if Mark ever reads fanfiction about himself. To which he replied:

This is an official post on his tumblr that was posted a while back. There is your confirmation.

Now one day I got really bored and made a post. Which I was not serious about in any way shape or form. In all honesty I was testing some of the fandom to see which of those respected him and which of those saw him as an object.
Anyway I said something along the lines of, “Where’s all the smut and nsfw? We should have more of that.” This was about Markiplier and Darkiplier stuff btw.
Please note that I was not serious in anyway and had no idea that he would actually see the post. But he did.
To which he replied:

Now immediately after I received that reply I deleted the post. To this day it is my biggest regret that he saw it and hell even answered me. I honestly hope and wish that he knows I wasn’t serious.

Onto the next portion. I recently saw a post about that there should be less nsfw fan fiction and more platonic, friendship based fanfiction. Which honestly I find to be more respectful and a good idea. The post:

Now being informed that Mark is indeed a writer, though I am unsure if he does much about it anymore. I think he would enjoy more things like that instead of being uncomfortable with the smut/nsfw/porn etc.

He even responded to someone on a nsfw ficlet about him and Jack. To which he replied:

Alright so even though he said that, it doesn’t mean he is comfortable with it. If anything he is trying to gradually accept that some of his fans wont listen about it. Which I find to be disappointing.

He has also made other jokes in the past. For instance about a funny comic featuring Dark and Mark. Which was in no way sexual at all. He said this:

Now in that one he was being silly but it goes to show how much he truly stalks his tag.

To those of you who like writing x Readers: Amazing, glad you enjoy it. If you are gonna write them though just keep in mind that there is a large possibility that he will see it whether it is on tumblr, DA or any other site.
Concerning the smut. You see in the tag there is an unwritten rule among some of the veteran fans. By that I mean those who have been around longer. That if you draw/write something shippy or nsfw related that you keep it out of the tags of the individuals involved.

Now in all honesty I would rather it would stop all together but of course that most likely wont happen. 

The comfort of him and his friends. Or anyone in general comes first. If you cannot respect that then please please rethink what you are doing.

juzosuke domestic au!!

me and maddie came up with this huge ass juzosuke au to recuperate from episode 11 and i needed a way to keep track of it so its all under the cut!!

WARNING: this thing is ridiculously long?? unless u really want a super long juzosuke au, then go for it my dude

edit: if ur reading this there is now a part two so click this cool link 2 read it 

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roughfoxs  asked:

hallo again neechan! how about kaisoo you think, I mean ksoo now look more than the first he more lil different, and jongin seems always to avoid ksoo, although they make a few moments and looks very awkward. pls give somespam gif too, ilysm♡

Hello :D

[again as always this is purely my opinion, I don’t claim this as a fact whatsoever, and im deluded so if you go complaining [“kaisoo aint real just co-workers ur post is a disgrace to exo-L it taints their professional relationship” etc] it wont make a change, it wont change my opinion about them, so save your time, do something better than sending hate on kaisoo and their shippers]

Honestly, imo the reason why soo looks thicker/buffer right now has a correlation with his acting career (he got a main role in that romance drama and according to rumor he will get a main role in upcoming movie titled ‘Hyung’), so he wants to look good, I guess. 

Also I think another reason is bc he is tired people make fun of his petit upper torso (for ex: in that show – I don’t remember the name of the show – he promised that he would work out after the MCs mocked his shoulder).  

About nini avoids soo, honestly I don’t see it? he still glances at soo on the stage, even though it’s not much like he used to do in the past but I think that bc there is something happening to him. 

He looks tired af imo (if people are tired usually most of them would not really up to do friendly shit – at least im not. I look like I want to murder people when Im tired/sleepy/hungry),

and I think that’s why soo reached up / initiated skinship first (to cheer him up, to make sure he is okay). Do you remember about the gif where he looked sick and soo kept stealing glances at him? Don’t you feel the similarity of that past moment with the new current moment? Or is it just me who feel it?

About them being awkward, I don’t think they’re… There are many people say that kaisoo is dead, they’re awkward etc etc just bc they don’t do lovey dovey things on stage/public.

It seems that they forget (or they don’t know bc they’re new fans? It seems that older fans / people who have stayed in kaisoo fandom for quite long don’t say something like this) that kaisoo is BTS couple. BTS = behind the scene. Ofc they wont go around parading their PDA in public/stage. Plus I think that the manager would let them do that.

Bc come on, do y’all honestly think that the management haven’t noticed that the fans are onto them? Do you really think they would let that happen? Do you really think that the band would still be successful/famous if few of their members are proven to be in same sex relationship? 

NO, unless we lived in a new world where homophobia and all the bad stuffs didn’t exist.

So once again, I would ask you this; do you honestly think that the company would just sit their ass glued on comfy office chair and do nothing even though few of their money maker group members are rumored to be in that kind of relationship for real?

You honestly think that the manager hasn’t told nini or soo “hey cut off the skinship in public, people carry smartphone with camera that can zoom 10x and produce HD quality pict nowadays” or “wait until you guys in the dorm” or “please restrain yourself on stage” etc?  

Also Ive noticed that ever since the recent scandal (another member left, you know the usual SM stuffs) happened, the band has changed their fanservice tactics.

They used to do a lot of couple fanservices (pretending to kiss each other, giving heart pillows or flowers, patting each other butts etc) but nowadays they don’t do that.

Sure there are still some butt back patting or brief hugs but that’s just it.

It would be WEIRD if suddenly kaisoo do things (being cute and adorable and making single people jealous) like before if other members don’t. 

They would stick out like a sore thumb and thus betraying their BTS image, right? I mean they’re famous for being subtle but at the same time obvious bc their action is too subtle to be fanservice but too lingering to be casual contact between platonic friends.

Plus they don’t have many group schedule… (and we all know kaisoo are never in the same small group; like for ex small group for radio interview. Idk why. 

when kai chen pcy did that radio interview (’ksoo isnt quiet you just need to know how to talk to him’ interview) fans spotted soo was shopping alone for shoes so it meant soo had free schedule why he didn’t tag along? 

why the manager didn’t put him too in the group I mean the more the merrier right? I mean wouldn’t it increase the listeners so I don’t think the radio studio would against the idea soo to tag along, its not like they didn’t have another chair for one person in the studio) …so ofc we rarely see their moments nowadays.

And it seems they’re also busy with individual jobs so it would make more sense that they would spend time with each other inside the dorm instead of going out (like that bubble tea date or that 15 feb café date) bc they’re already tired, so ofc fans wouldn’t be able to take sasaeng pict of them.

So i dont think they’re fighting / being distant with each other bc imo just bc we dont see it, doesnt mean it doesnt happen. 

i mean, there are many idols who have gf/bf but the public couldnt even sniff on it. there are also a possibility that kaisoo have gf/other bf but then again they get jelly when one of them being touched by other people so… yeah. BUT IM CRAZY I MEAN ITS NOT LIKE NINI GLARES AT GUYS WHO ARE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO SOO OR ITS NOT LIKE SOO ROLLS HIS EYES WHEN NINI BEING CALLED BY THAT NOONA IN THAT RADIO INTERVIEW. IM JUST SEEING THINGS CUZ IM DELULU.

anyway thats my opinion, i hope i dont offend you, or anyone, somehow… cheers. 

P.S: stop with this topsoo vs bottomsoo nonsense. Ive seen this shit a lot on kaisoo tag if you like bottomsoo then go read bottomsoo fanfic if you like topsoo then go read topsoo fanfic jfc people its not that hard.

Stop fighting, we already have enough shit to deal with from the outsiders /a.k.a homophobic haters and ‘other otp’ haters/ and now some of you fighting each other just bc of some fanfic preferences. It’s like we are already at war with other countries and now you guys are starting the civil war, as if there’s not enough war for us already.

(And its not like we know what they do behind the door so stop saying “he is [insert desirable position] bc of [insert reason]” as afact. Please refrain to use the word ‘fact’ to support your preference (if you use ‘imo’ or use gifs/picts etc to support your preference sure go ahead dude/dudette) bc this what triggers people to go batshit crazy and fight.)

I mean they could’ve been into BJ, HJ, 69, thighfucking etc than the actual penetration (bc anal requires a thoroughly preparation and the after effect isn’t that convenient /walking is hard, sore bum, etc/) or perhaps they prefer cuddles and kisses more bc healthy relationship isn’t based on just sex. Just stop this nonsense. Stop fighting please *cry in Spanish*

Anyway since this is already long so I would limit my kaisoo spam

blurry but we know who they are ( ̄ー ̄)

do you stare at your ‘friend’ more than 3 seconds [yes i counted, and no this gif isnt slowed just look at soo’s eyes movement] when they put something inside their mouth?

i love this gif

if you like it put a ring on it

someone is enjoying the view

nini to that person in the right in last gif be like no no u cant touch his hand

babe u dont want to be punished later, do u?

and baek was like ‘oh i know who wrote this’

this was pretty much how ksoo stans reacted to soo’s buing buing

/adore you - by 17 is playing on the background/  I adore you, I adore you, enough to get dizzy~

aww look at soo he was like, what really?

and nini was serious when he said this

soo was like: nah i dont need anything

and nini was like: nonsense. hyung needs my love.

are u sure it’s a hint for the song or u just want to say that line for soo

sometimes i too like do stretching on top of my platonic friend while maintaining eye-contact

uh-huh

son calm down

and last but not least

this is hilarious to me bc it seems nini did this so he could see soo’s reflection on his phone screen lel

KARMA’S A BITCH (DIGGER HARKNESS X READER)

Originally posted by felywrites

A/N: Boom.-erang. Panties/boxers/breifs/thongs off! Let’s have some fun! JUST KIDDING, this is mostly SFW, the NSFW is implied like in innuendos, and just words like “sex” is mentioned and stuff! Hope you guys liked it! Probably not my best work of art, but I thought it’d be fun to write that HC anyway! Also for some reason it wont let me un-italicize all of this so….whoops! 

I’m tagging @jxbilationlee​ once again, guess that’ll be a constant Digger Harkness imagine addition. Also I’m tired so please forgive me if you see any more errors. Also…also…


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babe-chill-out  asked:

Hey, wondering if you could update the praise kink? Also is there something where stiles is really responsive? There's not a tag for it i don't think.....I love this blog you guys thanks so much !!

no we don’t have a tag for that, but the majority of our kink tags will probably have some in them (overstimulation will def have some)

A is for Alpha by midnightcas (1/1 | 2,506 | NC17)

“Relax, Stiles,” he said in a low voice, one hand coming up to rest by his shoulder, thumbing the soft skin by it, trying to urge the boy to calm.
“I am relaxed,” Stiles snapped.
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“I am never having sex with you again.”

Surrender With Ease by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle (1/1 | 4,113 | R)

Derek wasn’t above a good one night stand. He just hadn’t had one in a while. And he certainly wasn’t expecting to hook up with the second of his beta’s alpha boyfriend. Then again, the night was full of surprises. Stiles was just one of them.

Starting At the End by Cobrilee (1/1 | 17,775 | NC17)

After graduating college and quitting his amateur porn gig to move back to Beacon Hills and join the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Office, Stiles discovers that the man he never quite left behind is now a… fan. Leave it to the two of them to start at the end.

Why stop at just one? by Bashfyl (1/1 | 1,628 | NC17)

With wolves mating is different than the human concept of sex. Once someone is old enough to seek a mate they are old enough to be mated. Derek can acknowledge that when Kate got her hooks into him, he wasn’t ready. He looks at his pack and sees that they aren’t ready, but they aren’t his only choices…

Your Mate Is An Alpha by LunaRaven09040 (26/? | 91,525 | NC17)

Stiles is five when he meets his fourteen year old mate, Head Alpha to-be, of the Hale Pack. As he grows up, he learns about his urges as an omega, and his need to be claimed by Derek. Not everyone is understanding and Stiles quickly learns how abnormal his relationship with Derek is. Derek will do anything to protect Stiles be it from himself, the town, or the rival pack that just moved in next door. But will it be enough?

Beg so Pretty by LiviKate (1/1 | 1,900 | NC17)

On a weekly basis, Derek looks to the heavens and prays with every fiber inside of him that he might be granted the ability to go back in time and keep his werewolfy teeth far away from Erica Reyes.

Or the one where Erica “accidentally” calls Stiles Daddy and Derek can’t get over it.

Betcha Can’t Make an Alpha Cry by Ookamisan (1/1 | 2,560 | NC17)

Derek is utterly bored by the idea of bottoming and doesn’t take Stiles’s word about anal seriously. Turns out Derek is kind of a slut for Stiles’s dick and Stiles gets a major power trip over it.

Tell Me What You Want Until It Hurts by redeyedwrath (1/1 | 2,275 | NC17)

“They don’t do this a lot; when they fuck it’s mostly quick and rough. Punishing. Kisses tasting like blood, nails scratching down sides, marking each other, a silent, ‘we’re both alive, we’re here.’

Sometimes though, on special occasions, Derek lets Stiles take him apart. Lets Stiles pin him against the bed, fit his fingers inside until Derek’s crying.”

Or, a ficlet where Stiles makes Derek fall apart using his fingers.

What You Wont by Spitshine (1/1 | 17,982 | NC17)

Derek’s protests dried up in his throat as Laura’s eyes bled red, but he rolled his eyes and huffed out, “Fine,” knowing full well he was being childish and not caring. All the complaining she did about his taciturnity, and then cutting him off the one time it really mattered. Well, Laura could hardly blame him for the inevitable failure of his so-called marriage if she wouldn’t even let him talk long enough to tell her he had never once felt attraction to a woman. 

Mistress Updates (Injustice Related)

Injustice 2 comes out on Tuesday, so expect more posts about that. I’ll be gifing any Scarecrow-centric cutscenes, (I may even post something special tomorrow) and perhaps reblogging some of my recent Injustice stuff. I do have one question though, would you guys like me to tag spoilers?

I’ll tag all my reblogs with “Reblogging: Injustice” so you can blacklist the tag if you don’t want to see my old posts again.  For those of you who want me to tag spoilers, just blacklist “Injustice Spoilers”

Oh, and if there’s anything specific that you want to see from the game, (gear, screenshots, gifs, more dialogue, etc) let me know! I may check out the comic too, just to see if the Lord of Fear makes an appearance~ ;)

hey guys, this is a bit of a warning. this can be for when you want to rant about something or when youre mentioning someone who is toxic or dangerous. i thought a lot more people knew this but it turns out they dont.

say for example i were to make this post 

the “ ghhhhhhdzdgh” can be interchangeable. you could say that you dont think a youtuber or a tumblr user is all that great. a pretty innocent opinion that isnt tagged so no one will see it, right??

well if i post this, search  ghhhhhhdzdgh and go onto newest its a different story

thats right, you dont even have to tag things anymore for them to come up in searches! another lovely feature put in by tumblr which, on my old blog, lead to me getting death threats when i made an untagged post about a tumblr user, which lead to that tumblr user liking it and 3 death threats in my inbox and one person saying they knew where i lived and they would get me on my morning commute. pretty dangerous stuff, right?


thats not all, even when you put slashes in the word it turns up 

but if you put dashes it luckily doesnt 

so the reason for this post??? if youre making a personal post without tagging about someone else slashes wont keep you safe from some really sad people who want to make others feel bad from finding it, put dashes instead and it wont come up in the search. its a shame that people have to do their best to stay safe on their own private blogs but we’ve already worked out tumblr doesnt give a shit. this though should hopefully help that little bit more

Lost Generation

We live in a generation that has become so educated, yet uneducated at the same time. More than ever, there is an increasing amount of students dropping out of school, and it’s not seen as a crime. Students who drop out of high school will earn roughly 200,000 dollars less than a high school graduate, and almost nearly a million dollars less than a college graduate who was adamant that they wont let society decide or control their future, simply because they were passionate. Dropping out of school is not a crime, but interesting enough, more than 75% of those who drop out, resort to committing crimes.

 We live in a generation where being bigger than the size 2 is a crime. Girls are more worried about looking like super models rather than role models. They are more concerned about how many followers they receive, then doing what they believe and setting goals to achieve.

 We throw up the hash tag #RelationshipGoals, simply because this is what we are aspiring to be or have. Girls want big booties and big breasts, expecting men to respect them because of their features, not knowing that to him, they’re just another one of his booty calls, because he’s nothing but a cheater. Guys don’t respect women. They’d rather have a #RideOrDie, because they know any trouble they get in, could be covered with a lie. There would be nothing for them to deny. They know that no matter what they do, they’ll get by.

 We live in a generation where our “Goals” are to have what we see other people have.  We don’t seem to have any LIFE GOALS, CAREER GOALS. This is a generation that has lost the true meaning of oral communication, because we are blind and have no identification that our participation is a representation on who we are and what we want in life.

 This generation has become addicts to a drug that gets stronger and stronger as the days go on. People can’t seem to lose interest in it, cause it seems like every time anyone tries to rid of its dangerous powers, the grip tightens and tightens, similar to that of a python. Everyday it provides people with more and more of the satisfaction they are seeking, showing no signs of slowing down its toxic consumption of mankind. It has become a mastermind that has made us blind, because we don’t see that with it, our lives have become pre-designed.

 This generation has become to addict to technology. Kids are more concerned about their phones, than interacting with loved ones. Technology has possessed the power of connecting us with one another, yet disconnecting us even further. We sit at home posting “selfies” and #Goals for hours, not realizing that we’re losing one thing we cant get back. Time. Time is something that waits for no one and yet we waste it away watching 6-second videos, retweeting pointless memes, or even posting worthless statuses. This generation has become so technologically advanced, that we have lost the abilities to perform little tasks without the need of technology. During our younger years of school, we were taught the simplest things, such as how to add or multiple, how to properly sound out words, yet its 2016, and I STILL know people who don’t know how to do something simple as being able to tell time on an analog clock.

 You see this generation might just be the most spoiled generation yet. They don’t know the meaning of ‘hard work’ cause they don’t want to break a sweat. Caring for anyone or anything else doesn’t even cross their minds. Seems as if we somehow develop some sort of invisible blinds. Somehow, our world is now only filled with ‘I’S’. IPhones, IPods, IPods, so many ‘I’s’. They have forgotten what it meant to show care and love to one other, because we are to drowned into our lives. We go to dinner, or maybe even a movie, and more than half the time you would still see people being solely invested into their device, rather than having a conversation with their company.

 Not to say that this generation is the worst generation yet, but by the rate of things, wont be nothing but a couple years of the same routine, and we would openly armed except the title. It’s sad to say that even though we live in the 21st century we are all still slaves. There’s only one difference though, and it’s that we don’t have the chains.

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Fat Acceptance Rant

I am so fucking sick of hearing about fat acceptance. I have the hugest rant prepared. First, I wanna start this rant off by saying I am entitled to my own opinion and nothing can change my opinion on this matter, so there’s no use trying to argue with me! I have been chubby ALMOST my whole life. I was skinny as a kid, mom would always brag to her friends about it! I ballooned up around 4th grade, I was still active then but I ate terribly and I had a really young mom that honestly didnt know what she was doing with herself let alone her child. I played basketball, ran track, played soccer, and did karate. 4 sports, I still gained weight because I ate like absolute shit. I remember when I was in 5th grade I was 5'4" and 135 and I wanted to be 120. My mom was so anti-fat, but so uneducated so she spent the next 6 years of my life calling me everyname under the book, physically abusing me because I kept gaining weight/was a snot/didn’t do my chores. I wont go into detail but I definitely have severe PTSD from the things she did to me. For example, she once poured dirty cat litter on me, then filmed me crying while telling me I sound like a whale in distress. I kept gaining weight of course, I stopped doing sports not because I didnt want to but because my mom got pregnant and someone had to take care of her. I was 14 when she had my little brother, but it looked as if I had had him with all the weight I had gained. In 8th grade, I was 5'8" 185 lbs. I was NOT happy, but food gave me an escape for a little bit and I truly did have an eating disorder. I binged at first, thousands of calories sometimes even tens of thousands. Mom would beat me for eating the food but I didnt stop, Mom kept calling me everything under the book. She gained 100 pounds after getting pregnant and lost it all within a year. She got depressed, and left my brother and I alone for sometimes months. I got into drugs and ended up dropping out of school and choosing to go to military school. I wanted to improve, for my brother- who I had gotten awfully close to all those years mom was out being crazy. In military school, mom finally had to take responsibility for her son and I was gone for 6 months, I did workout in military school but we were required heavy duty meals because they didn’t wanna get sued for underfeeding us. I gained muscle, yes, I was able to do 7 pull ups at the end of my time there but I was still 225 pounds, and not even close to being healthy. I am telling you all this about my past  because I see countless excuses in the fat acceptance tag. I gained all my weight back in high school, every year making a plan that this would be the year! I’m gonna lose the weight! I even got my best friend to lose 50 pounds but I stayed the same. I’ve used every excuse in the book. In the beginning of THIS year, I started discovering body acceptace/fat acceptance/etc I was into it at first, because I wanted to truly believe myself when I said “Wow, I wanna love my body teehhee (: My body is great!!!” It felt good, getting all that attention, at first. There were even some cute creepy guys that wanted to see my fat rolls and my big thighs. Finally I was getting love from people I never got when I was younger, via the internet. Then I started going on 4chan.. I found myself in the /fit/ section everyday. I ditched tumblr, I was obsessed. I saw Fat Hate Threads/Fat People Stories and I would binge while reading through them. Laughing at fat people, even though I was one. I kept thinking “man, I need to make a change this shit isnt healthy” but I would do something for a week and go back to my old ways. I finally found the subreddit that changed/SAVED my life. It’s called r/fatpeoplehate. You get banned for being fat, so I never dared post a comment or a link or argue or do anything but lurk. I had been on tumblr so long I was convinced every boy secretly loved fat girls so I didnt have to change, I just had to find me one that didn’t care about being in public with a fat girl. This subreddit opened my eyes, not only is fat acceptance BULLSHIT but so is being fat. They hate all fat people on that sub and they have the right to. I think all fit humans have a buried hate for fat people but they have been raised that it’s impolite to say something out loud about it. I believe they have every right. I am still fat as fuck, yes I have changed my lifestyle greatly but until I am fit I wont be talking about that because I’m not looking for someone to get their hopes up in me finally losing weight and getting healthy. I dont want anyone to be happy for me, I need more people around that won’t congratulate me when I lose weight I need more people around that will be like “OK but you shouldnt have let yourself get that bad in the first place, we aren’t here to give you a gold star youre literally just going from a gelatinous blob to a human being shut the hell up.” and I’ve found that in fatpeoplehate. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t love your body.. I’m saying love your body by making sure you are healthy. If your bmi is over 30 and you’re not a body builder or some sort of athlete you’re not healthy. I dont care what your excuses are being fat isnt healthy.. it will never be healthy. You are cutting 30 years off your life, you are creating health problems for your future everytime you preach about HAES. If you have kids, and you put your habits onto them youre creating a shortened life for them. I know what it’s like to be fat. I’ve been through all the excuses you’re giving the world. I have fat ass grandparents and a chubby family besides my mom, I still don’t blame being fat on genetics. I told you all about how my mom used to beat me for being fat, because I want you to know no matter how shitty your upbringing was, no matter WHAT happened to you as a kid or what’s happening to you now you dont need to eat your feelings or eat because of your PTSD or BPD or whatever disease you’ve diagnosed yourself with. What my mom did was wrong, but I dont blame my current weight on my past. I blame it on lack of discipline. I thought I had PCOS for the longest time, guess what? It turns out I’m just fat. Every excuse you’re using is wrong, you cannot be healthy at every size. If you are obese, or even overweight you need to improve your eating habits and exercise. You have one fucking life, look deep down inside yourself- do you really want to be fat forever? You can lie to yourself all you want but I know you dont want to be fat, I know you don’t really think all these amazing things about yourself. I know because I tried so hard to convince everyone I was cute. The constant narcissism in the fat acceptance tags.. People that truly believe they are beautiful and healthy do not have to scream about it every time someone tells them they are wrong. This was a really poorly written rant but I needed to get it out. Fat shaming and Fat hate saved my life and my future children’s lives. It seems wrong to promote hatred, but if you’re doing it for HEALTH reasons, I feel it’s justified. Obesity isnt attractive, our bodies aren’t meant to be that size and if your'e wondering why these people on the internet are so attracted to you but real life guys arent? It’s because fat girls/guys are never going to be seen as attractive. Even fat people with pretty faces (Adele, Queen Latifah) are seen as /pretty/ but would be seen as more attractive if they looked healthy. People on the internet calling you attractive are most definitely fetishists or people that are so desperate and alone they crave any sort of attention. That’s all I have to say/ Fat acceptance is wrong and you’re slowly killing yourself. No excuses, stop eating so much and start exercising more. If you have problems with your metabolism, exercise harder and eat even healthier. You will lose weight, you will be healthy. 

being apart of he Omaha squad would consist of…

1.spending the day in the studio with Nate

2.them crashing at your place when they are too drunk to go home

3.them telling you none of the guys that you bring home/like us not good enough for you even though the guy acts exactly like they do

4.grocery shopping with them because they have no clue what to buy

5.johnson actually helping you when you are in a serious situations

6.sam wont stop flirting with you

7.hardcore partying with them all night during the week days even though you have a job/school the next day

8.fighting with each of them like “you’re a married couple”

9. gilinsky always asking if he can straighten/curl your hair

10.letting Gilinsky do your hair but it ends up getting into a tangles mess

11.watching scary movies with them but they get more scarred than you do

12.Nate teaching you how to smoke from a bong

13.you/them hacking your insta, twitter and snapchat

14.making Johnson help you with your math homework because he is a fucking genus

15.making them go back home to Omaha when they haven’t been home

16.Hanging out with Lori Wilkinson more than your own mom

17.Stew having a crush on you and nate gets super pissed

18.you love to annoy sam when he gets super cranky

19.gilinsky asking you to go shopping with him because your style is bomb af

20.them telling you your ass/body looks good in your clothes

21.swazz always wanting to tag along and nate lets him

22.they’re always asking you if they should get a hair cut or “let the locks flow”

23.nate calling you in the middle of the night asking you to get some food with him because he has the munchies

24.flirting with them but in a teasing matter’

25.trying to French braid sam’s hair

26.you avoid roasting Johnson because he always has the best comebacks

27.seeing each one of them naked atleast once

28.sam’s nickname for you is “Doll”

29.your nickname for sam is “Hothead”

30. sneaking in to the beach in the middle of the night

31.gilinsky sneaking up behind you and scarring you

32.drawing on nates face when he falls asleep on your couch.

Tell me which number was your fave!!! 

Day in Disney

Bucky x Reader

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Requested by anon: I was wondering if you could do a buckyxreader where reader wants to go to idk, disney world or something, but Bucky doesn’t want to and somehow reader convinces Bucky and they have an amazing day and at the end Bucky thanks her and stuff  

A/N: special thanks to @avengersandchill, @justareader, @fanaticfangirl001, @fineartandfairytales (im trying so haRD to tag you but it wont let me :() and all my anons who helped me come up with disney ride, you guys are the best (◕‿◕✿) sorry if i didnt use your reasoning/ride, as i didnt go to in depth into the rides bc im not an expert and i didnt want to mess them up lol

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“So, Scottie,” You began, walking around the back of a table and ruffling your older brother’s hair before taking a seat next to Bucky, “Got any plans for us today?”

“Actually,” Scott smiled, throwing an arm around Hope’s shoulder, “We’ve got some Ant-Man and the Wasp training to do.”

“Seriously?” You asked, “I came all the way out here, and dragged Bucky along so he could meet you, and you can’t even hang out with us?”

“Sorry sis,” Scott shrugged, “Duty calls.”

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Random Art Q&A Compilation

NOTE // I will be adding a tag to all of my questions from now on but for the time being here’s a compilation of some Q&A’s from the past year.

Q: I know that I need to study anatomy but I don’t know how What do I draw? Where to start? I brought an anatomy book but it didn’t help much.

A: I suggest drawing the pictures in the book. Most books don’t do anything but teach technique it’s up to you to do the legwork (drawing). The only thing that can make you better is drawing. That’s why I think art school can be a bit silly, everything depends on you basically studying and replicating everything you see. You can draw and get better, no need to spend money. If you want to read a book that’ll help read Andrew Loomis books. They are free online as downloads. Aside from that I suggest going on Pinterest and drawing different poses and drawing some forms that are just the skeleton and muscles. It’s good to learn what’s underneath and how muscles overlap. Impress your friends with your sick muscle knowledge! It just takes time and lots of practice but that’s how I did it. It’s hard at first but if you look at art as more of therapy and love the process then it won’t be as frustrating. 

Q: Do you ever deal with warped paper? I sketch and then watercolor over it all the time, but my paper ALWAYS crinkles. Of course I’m using my cheap paper from the craft store and I don’t mind so much because they’re only sketches, but still. Do you have any tips for solving this problem?
A: Taping it down to a drafting table or a board helps to keep the paper from warping. I use drafting tape from the art store. Before using it check to make sure it won’t rip the paper. Also you can pre-stretch it but it’s more complicated. You can also buy a watercolour “block” ethic is like a block of pre-cut paper that has glue all around the edges like the glue that holds paper into some sketchbooks. The glue is on every edge though and there’ll be one small section that isn’t covered. You paint on the top paper and when you are done you take an x-acto knife and slip it in the section without the glue and cut the paper away from the block. It works pretty well also.

Q: I was wondering where you get your inspiration for surrealism.. i love drawing but i feel like i can’t step away from realism or drawing the same person/pose over and over… any tips?
A: I’m not sure how to explain this one, it’s a very organic process that can come about from me combining things that I like, or it can come about by me wanting to get an idea across or it can just be a fully developed idea from the start. I would start by taking two things and combining them? Or altering something in a way that is appealing to you?Also it’s totally fine to stick to realism. Realism is just as amazing!

Q: Hey Audra,how long does it usually take you to finish a sketchbook? I’ve had a lot of people tell me that I finish my sketchbooks too slow. It usually takes me about 8-9 months to finish one,and I’ve been told it should only take a month?
A: I think it depends on the person. Not everyone has the time to work in their sketchbook. Personally it takes me about a year to fill one. It’s probably not very good but I also draw an average of one finished piece per 2 days or so.I think it’s best to sketch as often as possible but it’s just not sustainable for everyone to fill a sketchbook per month. Idk I think two per year is great. One per year is amazing for ME but o can see how it might not be enough to some people. It also probably depends on how quickly you’d like to develop.

Q: Which sketchbook are you currently using? (asked in Summer 2015)
A: My smaller sketchbook is my local art store’s house brand. I suggest checking out your local art store and looking for one similar. My larger sketchbook is from Michael’s and is the brand “Artist’s Loft”. It’s pretty cheap and the paper is super basic but they both work for me. They aren’t good with Copics or markers but watercolours are okay on them (it’ll still wrinkle the paper though). I talk a bit about it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9VvrOp6I7g


Q: Hi I was wondering what sketchbook you would recommend for doing watercolors?
A: I have yet to find a good one, I just use the bare minimum with my sketchbooks because it’s not like I’m trying to sell them. I suggest going to the art store and checking out what options they have. Because even if I like a specific type of paper doesn’t mean that you will like it too. We all prefer different textures. The one I have right now was just my art store’s house brand of sketchbooks and those have always worked fine for me, I don’t mind bleed through in sketchbooks because I will tape other art over top if need be. I suggest just going to the shop and looking around for one you like. Sorry I’m not much help in that area.  (’-’*)

Q: After seeing your video about the horse tattoo I wanted to know what do you consider art stealing? If someone was using similar coloring techniques or pallettes/shading etc for eg? Or is it more based on linework and style. 
A: I think it depends on how many things are similar. We all are inspired by other peoples work at times but I think you need to change it up a lot before claiming it as your own. I saw a lot of similarities in the face, ears, hair, etc.. If they do a “study” of your work and credit you, that’s one thing. I’m not sure, to me personally I get really excited when I come up with a new unique idea or way of doing something, it’s hard to do these days with so many artists out there that when someone else replicates the same thing you do it is a little bit saddening. I wonder sometimes if I should not post certain things because I am scared they will be taken. But it is a very difficult topic I think among artists and we all have our boundaries with it. I have had many people copy my art and post it again as theirs and that to me is the WORST. I have copied artist’s work I like but as a STUDY, I keep it in my sketchbook and even label the bottom with the original artists name in case anyone ever does see. I do feel flattered when people are inspired by my work but there’s a difference between being “inspired” and borderline idea stealing. That’s my personal take, not sure I answered that right.

Q: How did you get yourself and your work out their/ known. I am currently studying art but I’m worried I wont be able to get my work recognized.
A: Just start posting your work all the time. Post your best stuff, good quality photos of it on Tumblr and Instagram. Try not to post too much of your personal stuff, just focus on your art stuff and be sure to tag it. Draw people that you’d like to draw that maybe have more followers than you, they might share it and generate some new viewers for you. If you are humble and put your work out there slowly people will come around. n_n

Q: Do you ever draw guys?
A: On occasion. I enjoy drawing girls most of the time just because it’s what I used to. But I will be drawing plenty of guys here soon as practice for my comic. As for my personal work I prefer drawing girls just like Bob Ross preferred drawing landscapes. I drew a guy in this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLfpCfGP-H4

Q: What is the paper you use to do your copic marker stuff on? I don’t know if I missed it if you mentioned in your videos, but I can’t seem to find good paper in my local stores.
A: I tend to use just Bristol or the Canson Illustrator Paper.

Q: Do you do all drawings own your own or do you inspired from someone else and how did you begin to this?
A: I have my own ideas and some others are inspired by different shows, movies, books or artists. It comes from everywhere. I suppose if you wanted to get really technical you could say that everything an artist creates is inspired by something. Thank you so much for following my art and being such an awesome fan! It’s still really weird for me to wrap my head around the fact I could actually “have” a fan let alone a great many fans. *confusion*

Q: Hi! So I love your artwork and really want to pursue art as a career, however, my parents won’t let me take art classes, i draw and paint a lot on my own but it’s hard for me to learn new things. I’m starting to get really discouraged about going to college for art, what would you suggest I do?
A: I personally wouldn’t waste the money on school unless you are wanting to be something like an animator, 3d character design, etc.. If I were you, I’d get a job and in my off time I would draw as much as possible and then promote it on Instagram and tumblr. How good you are at drawing depends on you, not school. It is luckily one of the many things that you can get good at without sinking tens of thousands of dollars into. If you work while drawing you are making money at the same time instead of losing it to a company that most likely over charges and puts you in debt for many years.I’ve never gone to school for art, I did go for graphic design and it was a horrible decision and unlike most people I am paying for it not my parents. Unless it is a trade where you DEFINITELY need schooling I think it is overpriced and pointless in an age where you can learn so much on your own from all the resources we have.
Some of my opinions on school: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YS7XVS8R14M


Q: I was wondering if you would be bothered if I used some of your art pieces to help me learn to draw faces and bodies?
A: Yes! Please do, just be sure that if you post it up anywhere to give my work credit as always with any artist. <3  

Q: Hi so I know you use a Pentel Brush pen, and I was wondering, how often do you have to refill yours? Because I had to refill mine after like 2 weeks and I was surprised at how quick it ran out. I just wondered if that was normal or not :)
A: It’s normal and it really sucks. < _<
I haven’t tried this yet but you could try getting a watercolour brush that has the same texture and buy some Dr. Ph Martin’s - India Ink (I know it’s the best). I think there are some pretty all natural brushes you can buy from Japan but I know they are pricey and hard to get. This is something I’ll be looking into more because I go through 2 in a day at times and the plastic waste makes me angry at best. I’ll be posting if I find a good brush.

Q: I was wondering how you came up with your ideas. I’m an artist too but I have a hard time coming up with really good ideas like yours.
A: Hmm… I’m not too sure to be honest. In this day and age I think many ideas are recycled. I used to draw what I purely felt at the time (in jr. high and high school), it was gruesome. But now I think my ideas are inspired by all the things I love and the artists I follow. I try to only follow people who’s work is beyond mine so that my eyes are always absorbing the best and I think that soaks in.
So I guess basically my ideas come from my feelings, culture, the artists I admire, the photos I see, the places I go…so I guess everything. Haha! That’s so hard to explain.
If I were you I’d start a Pinterest board and a Tumblr account to post things that inspire you. Anything from a face to a place or even a picture of food. Then when you wanting to draw you have a library to go through and you can combine things you like too.

Q: Would you be offended if someone got a tattoo of your work without asking? Would you want credit? I’ve always wondered about this with artists…
A: I think every artist is different in this respect. I think you should ALWAYS credit, especially if you post it on social media. But the way my boyfriend puts it is that you can’t take a photo of the Eiffel tower and expect to pay the architect for taking the photo. It’s a weird way of putting it. I used to post photos of my drawings of tattoos that I designed for my OWN skin and people started taking them. It sucked because I designed it uniquely for me and it took a long time. So I don’t post those anymore, I only post things I don’t mind people getting tattooed. That’s my opinion on it.

Q: I know lots of artist don’t give much tips(well the ppl I run into) but what pens do you use? I’ve only stuck with this Japanese brand I find at my local craft store.
A: Currently I pretty much just use the Pentel brush pens, Copic Multiliner pens and sometimes sakura pens. You will probably have to go to an art store instead of a craft store to find the better ones. Usually craft stores just have a small section of pens.

Q: Hey Jenna! I know you might get this a lot but I’m in my last year of high school and I’m really into comic/graphic novels and illustration but I have no clue how to work things on a computer, and theres a graphic design and illustration course at uni that I’m sort of looking into to learn that stuff but, as you know, it’s not cheap. In your opinion, would you suggest just watching tutorials/reading or applying to uni?
A: I started out wanting to do the same thing and for comics/graphic novels there is a TONNE of awesome resources on YouTube for free to learn. I suggest, if you haven’t already, buy Manga Studio (might be called Clip Studio or something now), a wacom tablet (go with their cheapest one to start it’s still amazing), and have a decent computer and just learn from YouTube it’s very easy that’s how I learnt!
If you want to draw on paper but colour on the computer you may need a scanner and be sure to sketch in blue/red lines and ink in black when you scan. Don’t worry it doesn’t take long to learn on your own. This way at least you’d be spending only a couple hundred dollars as opposed to endless thousands ESPECIALLY FOR UNI!!! Comic techniques are so easy to learn that it would be a huge waste in money in my opinion. MOAR opinions on school:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YS7XVS8R14M

Q: For you larger watercolor paintings what paper do you use? I’m having a hard time finding paper that can handle a lot of water.
A: Right now I am using either Canson XL watercolour paper or Strathmore bristol paper. Usually watercolour paper will wrinkle anyway. Just look up techniques to keep them from wrinkling as much. I know you can buy papers that are attached at every edge and you cut them apart once you are finished so that th paper doesn’t wrinkle. You could possibly do something similar if you have paper clamps and just use them all around the edges.

Q: In your opinion, what is the best place online to sell artwork (ie,Etsy,storeenvy, etc) for someone just breaking into the art world?
A: For a beginner I’d suggest RedBubble and Etsy. If you don’t have a fan base yet Etsy and RebBubble have people that are already looking through the site that could stumble on your work. I haven’t tried storeenvy but I have tried BigCartel and I love it!I used Etsy for a long time and I found it to be quite pricey. It was, at the time worth it to have people see my art though. RedBubble is an amazing company but eventually you’ll want to make more money from your art than a small percentage of the sales.If you can get a following started though I’d suggest the other two because they are easier, look better and cost less.