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Arrow 5x20 Follower Giveaway

It’s time to kick off those giveaways I talked about after HVFF Chicago! This is my way of saying thank you to everyone who visits my blog, reads my reviews, leaves comments, asks questions, reblogs, likes and lurks. Season 5 has been quite the journey and I want to thank you for hanging in there with me! You are all amazing. I also want to say a special thank you to all the gif makers, fan artists, fic writers and vidders. Your creativity makes the blog such a beautiful place. My reviews would be extremely boring without the gifs, so a special thanks to all who let me use with a like or a reblog. Your talent is appreciated!

We’ve been having a lot of fun with the spoilers Marc gave for 5x20 (one more to go), so I wanted to give away something specific to the blog. The amazing Erin from Fangirl Problems Inc created this beautiful necklace. 

Olicity + John Diggle (OTA) = Something to Live For. I thought with the episode spoilers we’ve been receiving it’d be a perfect gift for 5x20. Thank you so much Erin! Seriously her stuff is spectacular. Check out her store. 


  • If you are interested in participating in the giveaway, you need to like or reblog this post. 
  • I will ship internationally.
  • I will announce the winner on Wednesday, May 3rd before 5x20 airs!

***I’m sorry to all of those who don’t have a Tumblr account. I know there’s many of you out there, quietly surfing, and I appreciate you more than words can say. If I could figure out a way to include you in the give away I would!

Don’t worry if you don’t win this time. There will be three more giveaways, one for 5x21, 5x22 and 5x23!

Can I Have This Dance?

( PROMPT: This one-shot is based vaguely off this scene from High School Musical 3 ) 

A/N: I was suddenly struck with the urge to re-watch High School Musical 3, and I really loved the rooftop dancing scene with Troy and Gabriella ( that’s my childhood right there ), so I wrote something based off it! And, I’d just like to say thank you to everyone who reads my stories and offers such nice comments! I may be too shy to reply to them all, but please know that I read every single one of your comments, and I love and appreciate every single one of you. Also - please fill my inbox with more requests of the bae Peter Parker! I love writing for him, and it’s amazing to see how creative all of you are being with your requests and I would totally do anything for him.

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“When I asked you to teach me dancing, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

Peter’s laughing nervously as you tug harder on his hand, dragging him out onto the school rooftop. You’ve never been up here before, and what you see surprises you. There’s a soft carpet of grass that crunches pleasantly underfoot, wooden planter boxes with fresh flowers and herbs, and even a garden swing and some wooden benches.

“Can’t we just head back to my place?” Peter asks pleadingly, his eyes darting up to rest on the heavy clouds of pewter grey swirling overhead. “There’s Netflix. And popcorn. And –”

“Quit stalling, and get over here!” You call out laughingly, spinning around – with difficulty – on the balls of your heels. As of yet unused to the strappy, heeled stilettos on your feet, you have to take odd, shuffling steps over to Peter. “I didn’t put these for nothing! And don’t you want to be able to impress Liz Allen come prom?”

Peter dumps his bag on the bench, reluctantly shuffling forwards. And this is where your plan hits a slight snag. You hadn’t factored in how close he would be standing, the smell of his cologne ( something spicy and sugary and delicious ), or the warmth of his fingers, fair and wholly familiar as he lifts your right hand in his, and settles his other one lightly on your waist. As you rest trembling fingers on Peter’s shoulder, feel his warm and calloused fingers close around yours, and the burning weight of his hand at your waist, you feel warm, and a little dizzy.

Peter Parker was your chemistry laboratory partner. You’d walked into class one day, saw him sitting at your usual seat, fair, sparkle-eyed, tousle-haired and perfect. Your heart, so used to being lonely, had thumped almost painfully in your chest. The two of you had become fast friends, but by the time you’d managed to muster up your courage to tell him how you’d felt, he’d already developed a crush on the uber-popular Liz Allen.

“C’mon,” You say encouragingly, trying to ignore the spikes of jealously eating away at your heart. “Can’t have you stepping on Liz’s feet at prom.”

Peter laughs, shuffles his feet nervously. “Right. Okay. What now?”

“Okay, now move your left foot forwards, and step to the side with your right – No, not that side! Your other side!”

“Geez, (Y/n), you sure we’re doing this right?”

“’Course I’m sure! My dad taught me!” It’s one of the father-daughter bonding moments that you can actually remember. “Let’s go on.”

“It’s going to rain! Can’t we continue in, say, a month’s time?”

“Rain-schmane.” You say, sticking your tongue out childishly, even as a drop or two of fat rain runs through your hair. You can already see strips of lightning in the distance, blending in with the perfect lines of light from the downtown skyscrapers. It won’t be long now before the storm. “The prom’s on Saturday, you know. The clock’s ticking!”

“Funny, I thought that was the thunder.”


You continue calling out instructions to Peter, correcting his footing and posture, uncomplaining even when he steps on your toes. Alright, maybe you did squeal a few times, much to Peter’s embarrassment, but as much as your feet protest at the rough treatment, you find yourself loving every moment of it.  Love moving through the space in his arms, your bodies close together, your thighs brushing, the scent of his clothes and hair, close and fresh –

Your face feel warm. You wonder if your shirt is soaked with sweat.

How sad is it, that you’d jumped at the chance to teach him dancing just so that you could spend more time with someone who didn’t return your feelings?

“I think you’ve got the hang of this,” You remark, glancing up at Peter as the two of you begin your second turn about the floor, still relatively slowly and carefully. “Let’s try it with music!”

You have to laugh at the utter look of horror on Peter’s face. “Music?”

“It’ll be fun, promise.”

Wriggling out of Peter’s arms – and trying to ignore the sudden sense of loss trammelling through you – you dig your phone out from your bag. You scroll through the songs on your phone until you find the one that you’re looking for and hit PLAY.

“Really?” Peter asks, eyes aglow with amusement. “High School Musical? Wait –” Realization breaks over his face, like the sunrise over the clouds. “– Is that why you insisted on binge-watching all three movies yesterday?”

“It was a good series!” You say defensively, humming along to the first strains of the soft, familiar song. “And you were totally rocking out with me when ‘A Night to Remember’ came on.”

“Think they’ll play it at Prom?” Peter asks wistfully, holding you close once again.

“We could always bribe the DJ,” You suggest, his comment surprising a little laugh from you. “Heck, I could be the DJ.”

It’s not like you’ll be doing anything come prom night besides lounge around in your pyjamas and eating your weight in chocolate. Besides, you’re sure that your collection of songs on your phone is way better than whatever the hired DJ has planned.

“I bet your set list consists of only High School Musical songs.”

“Er … Maybe?”

As the singers croon about catching lightning in smooth, dulcet tones, Peter hesitates for the briefest moment before stepping into the dance. The first steps are stilted, but as he gains confidence, the two of you are soon spinning and whirling about with the same smooth alacrity as the dancers in the movie.

You’re floating on a cloud, held steady by the firm grip on your hand and waist. Even with your high heels and the butterflies coming to life in your belly, you’re twirling about like a princess in an old-fashioned movie.

Dizzy and flushed with happiness, you let out a high pitched stream of giggles, burying your face in the crook of Peter’s neck. Stupid! You curse yourself, but you don’t have it in you to pull away. Peter laughs, not minding in the least, making no attempt to push you away, sounding just as giddy as you feel as he lifts you up into the air.

He’s stronger than he looks, you think vaguely, feet flying out behind you as you shriek with joy. The two of you barely notice that the heavy drops of rain have begun to fall in earnest now, plastering hair to faces and clothes to bodies.

And as you cling to Peter, feeling the closeness of your best friend in your arms, and the warmth of him on your skin, you think, “This is enough. This is enough.”

And it is. You can almost forget that he’s taking Liz to prom.


Winter Song - podfic

@lunchee-pods / lunchee on AO3 has been kind enough to put together a podfic for my fanfic, Winter Song, and she has the most relaxing voice ever. Please go give it a listen and be sure to send her some love in the comments.

Thank you so much for putting that together, @lunchee-pods! And I’m really, really sorry in advance for all the naughty things you have to say in future chapters…

Summary: A Victuuri fic that fills in the missing scenes between Episodes 7-12, then follows Victor and Yuuri beyond the Grand Prix Final.

The set of Yuuri’s mouth softened into a private smile as Victor squeezed his knee beneath the table. His hands were bare, free from the gloves he so often wore when they were together on the rink, and the heat of his palm burned straight through the denim of Yuuri’s jeans. He slipped his own hand beneath the table and found Victor’s. Hidden from sight, their fingers began to flirt and play. A secret conversation all their own that needed no words.

Yuuri was aware that at some point—a moment in time he couldn’t quite place—Victor had become his boyfriend.

There wasn’t a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.

[ It occurs to me that, perhaps, hoarding these instead of actually responding to them might make me come off as an ungrateful snob. So I’m responding to them en mass. 

Thank you guys, seriously <3 I haven’t had this blog for very long and I’m already on my way to 1.5k followers?? What?? This fandom is enormous and most of you guys are super creative and kind and it’s great.

Some of these I was sent … awhile ago, so I sincerely hope you still feel this way. And an equally big thank you to all of those nice comments you guys leave in your tags when you reblog. I read them. I read all of them. ]

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Oh my…you’re going to give me the honey glow! Thank you so much! I know that you comment on like each and every one of my chapters, so thank you for leaving such wonderful comments on tmhb 😭😭 I want to update the next chapter (I mean, it’s already exceeding seven thousand words), but AP exams are coming up next week and I’m moving, so it’s a busy time for me 😢 But thank you again!!! You really do help with boosting my confidence up by like 200% with your sweet words 💕💕

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First of all, the thanks. Thank you all so much for following me and for allowing me to share my sims and their stories with you all. Thank you for liking and reblogging my screenshots, and for leaving comments and replies with your thoughts. It really does mean a lot when I see a notification saying that ‘x replied to your picture’. It lights up my day, really!

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AUTHOR : loricameback / loriwrites

GENRE : Fluff, comedy


SUMMARY : Sebastian is your neighbor and even though you think he’s a manwhore, you agree to do him a favor to get rid of his date. What he doesn’t know is how much fun you’re going to have with HIM.


My head fell back on the couch, the book falling to the floor as I moaned in frustration, looking to my living room wall which adjoins to my neighbor’s bedroom. “Why god, WHY??” Sebastian and his flavor of the week were having, what I could only describe as wild animals in heat ripping each other apart fucking their brains out. I walked over to the fridge, getting a bottle of water. “Pffft, like the man has a brain.” I took a drink and walked to the bedroom and changed clothes. There’s no way I’m going to be here for the climax of that monkey sex. I shivered in disgust, got dressed and left.


When I came back, Sebastian’s door opened and a disheveled brunette walked out backwards crooning, “Byeeee Sebbyyy. Will you call me?”

He appeared at the door only in black Calvin’s and a smirk. “Of course baby.” I scrunched my face and looked away, until the girl, sweaty and musky, ran right into me.

“Jesus. Watch where you’re going wouldya!” My arms flew up on either side, a mixture of anger and disgust directed to both of them.

She put her hands on her hips and pouted like a spoiled child. “Maybe YOU should watch where you’re going! HMPHH!!” And stomped…yes stomped off like a child. I looked at her incredulously, then at Sebastian who was chuckling in amusement. “Put some clothes on asshole.” Not waiting for an answer, I searched for the keys in my purse and continued on to my apartment.

“Like what you see darlin?” I sighed, turning with narrowed eyes.

“Only if you were on fire Sebbyyyy!” I batted my eyelashes and flipped him off before shutting the door. Still hearing his laughter, I threw my purse on the chair, covered my face and screamed. Toeing my shoes off, I groaned as I fell face first on the couch. “Yes asshole, I DO like what I see.” Why? WHY? He’s a fuckin manwhore who sleeps around, can’t remember their names as soon as they leave, and fifty other things that annoy me, but still…“AAAAHHHHH!!!” I punched the pillow over and over.

Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang. What now? Grunting as I got off the couch and running my fingers through my hair, I shuffled to the door, opening it to look into those gorgeous blue eyes that I hate to love. Leaning on my door and with a dead tone I asked, “What?”

Sebastian smiled. A sincere, honest smile. God it was beautiful. “Hey listen. I’m sorry ‘bout before. Um…can I come in? Look, I have clothes on.” He ducked his head sheepishly, arms at his sides. Yeah fucker. I noticed the black tank top highlighting you stupid biceps and your sweatpants hanging too low for my comfort.

Stepping back, I swiped my arm, gesturing for him to come in. “Thanks.” He looked around the apartment, the living room to his right: brown couch, loveseat and tv. The kitchen was straight ahead, small but functional. “Nice place.” He grinned as he looked at me.

“Did you come here to survey my apartment or just apologize? Because you already did. We’re good. You can go.”

“What is your problem with me? Did I hurt you in some way?“ He actually looked offended. “Because if I did, I’m sorry.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sebastian, you did nothing to me. I barely know you.”

“Well then this makes it a little more awkward to ask.” He twist his lips and rubbed the back of his neck. Oh god what is going on? He followed me to the kitchen and sat at the table. I grabbed two waters out of the fridge, and placed one in front of him before I sat down. “Thank you.”

He seemed to be very nervous as he opened the bottle and drank half of the water. When he put it down he bit his lip, sighed, then, “I have a date tomorrow.” My chair screeched on the floor as I scooted back and tried to get up. “SERIOU…” He grabbed my wrist to hold me. “Wait.” I looked at my wrist then glared at him. Sebastian pulled his hand back as if it were on fire. “Sorry, sorry. Just wait, ok.” My nostrils were flared, but I gave him a chance to talk.

“This girl and I went out last week and she won’t leave me alone.” She calls, she comes to my place of business, and I don’t want to see her again. ‘Cause one time is the limit, right?’ I thought. He looked down at water bottle, so insecure. This was something I never saw from him.

“I need you to pretend that you’re my wife.” He half smiled, his eyes pleading with me to say yes. All I could do was stare with my mouth open.

Then I laughed. And couldn’t stop laughing. Sebastian furrowed his brows and got up to leave. “Wait.” I huffed. “Wa-hait.” I tripped over my own feet and fell forward onto him. Well that shut me up. My Lord I knew his body was ripped, but damn it felt good! I pushed myself off of him, smoothing down his shirt, maybe one or four too many times before clearing my throat.

Sebastian walked to the door. In anger he said, “You know, it was hard enough to ask you in the first place, but to have you LAUGH at me?!” He bit his lip before continuing. “Fuck you!” Before he could turn the doorknob I grabbed his belthoop.

“OK stop. I’m sorry Sebastian. I only laughed because I can’t imagine YOU being married.” Being this close to him, I could smell his cologne. Holy hell. He actually had the decency to wash off skank cooties before he came over! Putting my hands on his waist (with an internal whimper) I spun him around and his back was against the door. He was actually pouting! But the difference between him and skank cooties was it was frickin adorable on him! Blinking slowly, I looked up at the ceiling and looked back at him, unsuccessfully hiding a smile. “When should I be there husband?”


The night of the date I hate to admit that I was jealous. Sure, he wanted rid of the girl, but there’s more where she came from. And with that body and that face…they’re probably falling at his feet.

When the key rattled in the lock, I sat up off the couch with a start, ran to the kitchen, and when the door opened, I picked up an imaginary piece of lint on the floor, making sure my ass was in full view of his date…and yeah him too. “Who is this Sebby??!!”

I bit back a smile and stood up, spinning around. Surveying both of them, the tiny blonde with big boobs angrier than a wet cat and Sebastian behind her smiling approvingly. Well I was wearing my white low cut t shirt and short shorts. I grit my teeth as I glared at them. “YES SEBBY! WHO IS THIS?” I approached the girl with a smug smile and hand out. “Come on in dear. I’m Sebastian’s wife.” Looking at the horror on his face and “shame” on his, I continued, “Oh, he didn’t tell you he was married.”

I grabbed Sebastian by the neck, pulled him in the apartment, and punched him hard in the face. Being that that was not part of the plan…well, HIS plan, he was truly in shock. He covered his right eye. “FUUUUUCK!!!” I rubbed my fist as I looked at her, wide-eyed and scared shitless. Walking up to her, fist up, I growled, “Unless you want one too, get out and LEAVE MY HUSBAND ALONE!!” Making sure she was gone, I slammed the door.

Turning back to Sebastian, still holding his eye, looking at me as if I’d gone crazy, I yelled, “STOP BEING A MANWHORE!! I SHOULD’VE KICKED YOU IN THE NUTS OR MAYBE CUT OFF YOUR DICK!” Taking a few deep breaths and to calm down I noticed that he took his hand down and had the start of a nice shiner. He was also smiling at me. “You are so lame.”

Sebastian threw his head back and laughed. “How long have you wanted to do that?”

I closed my eyes and just gave in. I took his chin in my hand and kissed him. “Much too long.”

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anonymous asked:

could you ask your followers to stop adding comments in reblogs thank you

this is really weird to me for so many reasons but mostly because you think i actually control (???) my followers like this? wtf yo?

my suggestion is don’t make posts onto a public forum that allows commenting/discussion if you don’t want to receive any.

toryagrusa  asked:

Fuck the person or people who keep harassing you😒 I think you look good. Fuck being anonymous at this point. That's just plain rude for what they are saying. Sorry you have to go through that.

Thank you. I’ve gotten comments like that since I was 5 years old; I’ll be 21 the day after tomorrow. So it’s nothing new to me. But I really appreciate the positivity.

Black Fuel and Bikes - Chapter 6

Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: none for this chapter.

Tagging: @hazeleyedleto @devorahlynn @msroxyblog @snewsome756 @meghan12151977 @teggles07 @maliciousalishious @sanellv

Notes: Thank you for the likes, reblogs and comments. If you notice any glaring mistakes, let me know and I’ll fix them.

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter 5

Chapter 6

It took some time before Talia stopped looking over her shoulder everywhere she went. Of course, it helped knowing she always had someone watching her back wherever she went. At first, it was hard to get used to, but hey she figured it beat always being scared out of her mind.

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anonymous asked:

As another author, I try to reply to comments but sometimes it is hard. I forget and a lot of the time I don't know what to reply to other than 'thank you.' The idea that people don't want to comment unless I also reply to them, while also writing the fox, makes me really anxious, tbh. That feels like a lot of pressure.

Writing should be fun so please don’t feel under pressure for anything! I think for all writers and readers doing what you’re comfortable with is fine, whatever that might be 

frogtyranny  asked:

I hate to be a bother but could you please use nsfw tags for your undertale p/orn rather than using sfw ones like #chara and #sans? It's really easy for minors and people who'd rather not see this kind of stuff to find. Again I'm not trying to be rude, but I'm like 14 and it makes me incredibly uncomfortable, and I'm sure it does with other people too

Thank you for your comment.
And I am sorry I don’t use tag.
I ’m Japanese, so I didnt know nsfw tag.
I will use from now on.
(I ’m not in good mood to be said"incredibly uncomfortable". I think that your last sentence is unnecessary.)

sassycatsimmer  asked:

Heyo i recently found your blog from the mother goose adoption agency and i think its so amazingly awesome! I wanted to find what the skin you use for toddlers is but i went through your wcif tag and couldnt find it and i didnt see any resources (sorry if im blind) But wcif your toddler default skin :)

Hi there! Thank you for your lovely comment and I’m so glad you found me :) You’re not blind I don’t have a resource page yet but I should really get one up haha

[Toddler Skin]

fact: ppl named katie with a k are inherently more powerful than those who spell it with a c. the strongest catie could fight the weakest katie and would still be obliterated. however, katies ending in ie are superior to katies ending in y, with k/catis as the most inferior katie. the katie hierarchy is as follows: katie, katy, kati, catie, caty, cati. katherines, however, are the most powerful of all, with catherines at a distant second. if, for god knows what reason, you place an i between the a and the t (see: caitie, kaity), you do not qualify as a true katie, and will not survive past a single round of katie v katie fisticuffs.