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It’s that time again! But this year we are starting even earlier! 

If you’re new to my blog since last October, welcome! During the fall months I like to stream autumn, Halloween and scary themed movies for my followers! I feel like this allows people to meet each other, make friends and have something to do together! I stream them on a site called rabb.it, it’s super easy to use! There can be a max of 25 people in a room at once, and that’s okay because we do movies twice a week, at different times! So that way there is no stress to try to get there and if you miss it or it’s full, there are other days (like.. a lot of other days! So don’t worry!) In the room you are able to watch the movie as well as chat in the side text box (you’re able to use video and voice chat as well but we don’t because we are watching a movie, of course!)

Additionally– this year I will be doing some of the movies at night (I live on the east coast, so I’m on EST) and some during the afternoon on some days, that way it will be evening for people across the ocean. I know they missed out on a lot of movies last year because I didn’t think (or plan) very well! 

Some movies will be shown around 2-3 PM EST and some will be around 9-10 PM EST. This may vary from week to week, depending on my schedule. I can’t make exact times because of that, but approximately those times! I will update the day-of so you guys know! If you aren’t sure what time this will be for you, Google can help you with that (:

SO here is the list of what we are watching this season—

  • Wednesday | AUG 16TH – Sleepy Hollow
  • Saturday | AUG 19TH – Beetlejuice 
  • Wednesday | AUG 23RD – Nightmare Before Christmas 
  • Saturday | AUG 26TH – Hush 
  • Wednesday | AUG 30TH – The Lost Boys
  • Saturday | SEP 2ND – Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
  • Wednesday | SEP 6TH – The Crucible 
  • Saturday | SEP 9TH – The Others
  • Wednesday | SEP 13TH – The Addams Family 
  • Saturday | SEP 16TH – Coraline 
  • Wednesday | SEP 20TH – Scooby Doo on Zombie Island 
  • Saturday | SEP 23RD – House at th
  • Wednesday | SEP 27TH – Casper 
  • Saturday | SEP 30TH – Kiki’s Delivery Service 
  • Wednesday | OCT 4TH – Monster House 
  • Saturday | OCT 7TH – Carrie 
  • Wednesday | OCT 11TH – Friday the 13th 
  • Saturday | OCT 14TH – Practical Magic 
  • Wednesday | OCT 18TH – Scream 
  • Saturday | OCT 21ST – The Craft 
  • Wednesday | OCT 25TH – Paranorman 
  • Saturday | OCT 28TH – Hotel Transylvania 
  • Sunday | OCT 29TH – Halloweentown 
  • Monday | OCT 30TH – Hocus Pocus 
  • Tuesday | OCT 31ST – Halloween 

Like I said, some of these may change, if I know I won’t be at home one Saturday, I may change the day to Friday instead, I will update, don’t worry! Any posts I make about this will be tagged #wwmovienights (:

I can’t wait! This was so fun for me last year! There may also be surprise ones that pop up on other days, depending on how I feel! You can add me on rabb.it before hand if you’d like– my username on there is witchywoman ! 

See you guys there! 

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I’m trying opening commissions! It’s been a while since I attempted this last, but here goes.

I have limited options here, but you can contact me about other options, and we can figure out details. I know a few has already contacted me in the past about specific requests, but I fear you’ll have to recontact me.

You can look at my art tag for more of my work!

Contact

If you’re interested in commissioning me, you can send an email to
wolfpainters@hotmail.com

In the email please include:

  • Your username/prefered name
  • Your paypal email (to send the invoice)
  • Type of commission, plus descriptions of what you want, such as poses, desired clothing etc. 
  • References of the character(s), or detailed descriptions of the character(s) so I can draw them how you want them.
  • A small description of the character to better capture their personalities. 

Payment

Payment will be through Paypal. When the details has been discussed I will send you an invoice through paypal. These are to make sure the payment goes through properly.

Due to being scammed in past deals, I’d prefer payment going through first. But I am willing to go 50% before the work, and 50% after the work is completed, we can arrange that. 

I will send a preview of the sketch when done before proceeding to coloring. 

Additional Details

  • I will do my best to finish the pieces as quickly as I can, but the time it takes for me to finish certain pieces can vary. I will be doing the commissions in the order they were taken. 
  • I reserve the right to decline any request without question.
  • I reserve full rights to the image unless otherwise has been decided.
  • Unless discussed beforehand, the pieces commissioned are for personal use only. This means for use as avatars, signatures, wallpapers, themes, etc., as long as credit is provided.
  • You are not allowed to claim the piece to be your own.
PAGING ALL PIDGE LOVERS, YOU GUYS MIGHT ACTUALLY KNOW:

Okay maybe I’m missing something TOTALLY obvious here, but Pidge sneaks into the Garrison to get access to their computers to try to find Daddy Holt and Matt, right?  She lives there in disguise for some indeterminate amount of time, where she’s trio’ed up with Hunk and Lance for flight training.

But.  Like.  Was Colleen Holt just… left behind then?  

Did Pidge run away from home to sneak into the Garrison, and leave Mama Holt just… alone???  Her whole family gone, disappeared into the void, in the course of less than a year???

OR WAS SHE IN ON IT???

Did she sign all the admission forms as Mrs. Gunderson??  Is she the Mushu to Pidge’s Mulan, answering the calls home from Commander Iverson on their burner phone, brushing off how her “son” was caught out after hours on the roof in a high, breathy voice so he doesn’t recognize the wife of the Garrison’s top scientist??  Did she buy her daughter a binder and men’s deodorant and remind her that boys don’t move their hips when they walk and spread their legs when they sit??  Where did Pidge learn to punch Lance in perfect form in episode 1 if not from her mother, the woman who packed up Pidge’s favorite purple dress and told her to go get their boys back???

Just.  Have we confirmed ANYTHING about Pidge and Colleen Holt and the fact that this woman most likely taught her daughter to be a total badass just like her (at least in my mind??)

Tagging everyone I follow with Pidge in their username hahaha:

@ace-pidge @possiblypidge @keylimepidge @space-pidge @agenderpidge @ladiesofvoltron (that last one technically counts haha)  please I’ve been thinking about this for hours I feel like the conspiracy theory meme guy

Mated Pt 12 // Werewolf Shawn

(sorry im a few mins late posting this. @sippingchai gave me a SWEET distraction)

Summary: You and Shawn are mates. He’s an alpha werewolf. You’re a human. Human’s aren’t usually mated to werewolves, but that won’t stop both of you from falling in love anyway.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11


Everything hits the fan when you walk upstairs with Shawn and your dad is home. He takes one look and he knows exactly who Shawn is. What Shawn is. His face turns a little red, and you know he’s ready to blow up. This wasn’t exactly how you wanted to introduce Shawn to him, but here you were.

“So, are you the one that broke into my daughter’s room?” your dad, Alan, asks with his arms folded. He tilts his head a little and you know he’s going to challenge Shawn.

“Sir,” Shawn starts with an oh so sweet smile, “I wouldn’t need to break into your daughters room.”

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Hey guys! We recently hit 8k and to celebrate we decided to do our first blog award!

Rules:

  • please be following us: @stvdybuddies
  • reblog this post! (likes will not count ><)
  • only studyblrs please! (if your studyblr is a sideblog, tell us in the tags)

Categories:

  • Favorite URL
  • Favorite Theme
  • Favorite Original Content (have a link somewhere, or tell us in the tags)
  • Favorite Overall
  • Favorite Baby Studyblr (less than 1k, please mention in the tags)
  • Favorite Masterpost (let us know what your tag is!)
  • Favorite Studygram (leave username in tags)

Rewards:

  • TWO new friends (:
  • a follow from us (if not already)
  • we’ll be sure to queue a bunch of posts from you!
  • runner-ups will be mentioned in the results post!
  • winners will also get individual promos in addition!

Last day to enter will be June 10th and the winners and runner-ups will be announced by June 15th!

Unknown Parts (Gaston)- Part Three

Pairing: Gaston x OC

Warnings: IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE. 

A/N: Here it is, tada! I’m thinking the next part after this will be the last one but I really, really loved writing this. I know my version of Gaston isn’t the abrasive, horrid asshole he’s supposed to be but I like to think this is the Gaston that could’ve existed if he found the right girl and was given the chance. Ya know? Plus Luke Evans. Anyways, enjoy! Thanks as always for all the love and support!

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Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Part One  Part Two

I was painfully distracted for the rest of the day…and I had to keep reminding myself that I’d done it to myself. I’d manage to somehow tangle myself up with the most handsome, arrogant man in the entire town. Yet I was quickly learning that there was more to Gaston than what I’d heard through whispers on the street. He was charming and flirtatious, that was true. But who would’ve known he’d be sweet? And…romantic?

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What is Kataang Week?

  • Kataang Week is when we, as a corner of the fandom, celebrate the ship Kataang! The prompts for Kataang Week 2017 were selected through seven rounds of voting over the last several weeks and all prompts were submitted by Tumblr users.

Cool, when is it?

  • Summer Kataang Week 2017 starts on Monday, July 24th - a little over seven weeks from today - and ends on Monday, July 31st..

How do I participate?

  • The most common ways to participate are by creating art or writing a fic and posting it online. Some people try and create something for every day while others only fill one or two prompts.  

But I can’t draw or write!

  • That’s totally fine - there are more ways to participate! You can sing a song, create a graphic, write a poem - just about anything really. You can also show your support by reblogging and liking other people’s contributions.

What are the prompts?

The following will be the running order for Kataang Week 2017:

  1. Smile - Monday July 24th
  2. Best Friends - Tuesday July 25th
  3. Dance - Wednesday July 26th
  4. All-Nighter - Thursday July 27th
  5. Clouds - Friday July 28th
  6. Sleep - Saturday July 29th
  7. Unconditional - Sunday July 30th
  8. Free Day/Crossover/AU Day - Monday July 31st

How should I tag my work?

  • The easiest way for us to find your work so we can reblog it to this blog is by using the tag “kataang week”. Using “kataang” and “kataangtag” also help. You must tag one of the three in your first five tags otherwise it doesn’t appear in the search.
  • Once we’ve reblogged it to this blog we add our own tags (a prompt tag and a user tag) for easy organization.  This means we can find all the work for one prompt or all the work from one user in one easy click (this also means that if you have changed your username since participating last year you need to let us know so we can update your tag!).

Can I post my stuff other places online too?

  • Of course you can!

Seven weeks is a long time away… why are you promoting all this so early?

  • To give people time to create quality content. In the past (and in other fandoms) we have seen ship weeks pop up out of no where with little to no notice and we just don’t think this works. We don’t know about you guys, but we need time to prepare! We also like to post WIP for Kataang Week and encourage everyone else to do so as well - we reblog it here for motivation!

As always, if you have any questions, comments, or concerns, don’t hesitate to send an ask. Good luck, Kataangers, and happy content creating! :)

- The Mods

3912?!

You are all AMAZING! When I asked last night to be at 3.9K by 11:59 PM, I think I was there by 8! And to wake up to 3912 this morning?? We just might make 4K by Sunday night. 

Originally posted by stellarnature

So here’s what happening now! 

My intention was, at 3.9K, to give one extra entry to my 4K giveaway (when I get there) for every reblog of this post, and two for anyone who sees your post and follows me coming into my inbox and saying “[USERNAME] sent me here!” But, since we hit 3.9K by the deadline last night, I’m doubling that! And, yes, I say WE because I couldn’t be where I am without all of YOU. 

Here’s the deets: 

1. Obviously you’ve got to be following me to get your extra entries. And yes, I will check. 

2. Reblog this post and you will receive two extra entries to my 4K giveaway when the time comes. Please use “signal boost” in the tags! 

3. You might want to add a little something to your post so that people know! If someone sees your signal boost, follows me, and comes into my ask box and says, “So-and-so sent me here!”, two wonderful things happen: they receive two extra entries to the giveaway and you receive four extra entries! 

4. This entry special will be in effect until I hit 4K. Honestly, probably a smidge longer because that number yo-yo’s sometimes, but I’ll let you all know when this special stops. 

Isn’t doubling things fun?! This means you’ve got the potential to get up to six extra entries to the giveaway – or more if you get more than one person to send in an ask! – I’d say that ups your chances pretty well! Just remember, whoever comes into my inbox must also be following me. No follow, no dice. 

Going to tag some peeps under the cut because that always helps in spreading the word, but anyone and everyone (who is following me) is welcome to participate. I’m so excited for this, as you can probably tell, so let’s make it big! 

Yes, I will ship international, so to my global followers, please join in on the fun! If you’re under 18, please make sure you have your parents’ permission to enter the giveaway before participating. Taking that on the honor system!

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Miraculous Chain Fanfic

I realize that I wasn’t too specific when I last gave the link to sign up. I was just like “Here, have a link.” 

The Miraculous Chain Fanfic is going to be a group of 20-30 authors each writing a chapter to combine into one story. It may not be a masterpiece, but I believe it’s a fun way to come together and make a fun story with amazing fic authors. 

To sign up, all you need to have is a tumblr url/username (so I can know who to tag/message when I post the results of the people chosen). I’ll also need a sample of your writing so that I can see your style and see if it is good and unique! (From what I’ve read, they have been good!). Those two things are required. The third question on the form is NOT required, but it’s just a space to put some ideas for what the story is going to be about (which will be decided when I have all the people together). 

I want to use AO3 for the fic, and I think I might have figured out how (by adding everyone’s ao3 into the “add co-creators” bar, I believe that might work. If I’m wrong, and you know how, please message me!). I’m also trying to think of a way everyone could communicate together. I’m thinking the app GroupMe might work best (it’s free). There’s also Discord, but I haven’t really figured out how to use that yet.

If you have any questions please send them to this ask or message me!
Please reblog, sign up, and tag your favorite authors that you’d want to see participate! 

The link to sign up is HERE.

If you sign up/reblog/tag, thank you! It is very much appreciated and I hope you enjoy the process and final outcome!

Love, Jamie ( @give-it-agreste )

Request:  “Hiya! I absolutely love your writing and came up with a really cute idea if you’d like to do it? Maybe where Credence and Reader have only recently had a baby and Credence is scared he’ll hurt them. When reader is asleep little one starts crying and he calms them down. I’m not good at explaining things but just lots of cuteness and fluff and aw. Thank you lovely!! <3″

Warnings: None!!

Word Count: 1,189

A/N: Kept as gender neutral as possible!! No mention of actual birth or anything, so if you’d like to imagine that the baby is adopted, that’s a possibility. :-)


A baby. There was now a baby in Credence’s life. And he could not possibly be more terrified than he was as he watched you carry the foreign creature into your shared home. He had no idea what he was doing or how this would play out, so he made a decision: he would not allow himself to be alone with the baby. The only time he would risk holding them was when you were in the same room. It’s not that he didn’t want to take care of them or that he didn’t love them, but part of him was still nervous about himself. Was he in control enough to be trusted with this tiny life literally in his hands? Would he be a good father? Would he be enough for his new family? Everything in his life had always been uncertain, but now that uncertainty involved the happiness of people he cared about, he felt like he might spiral into a panic. It wasn’t just about him anymore, and that absolutely terrified him.

But you were so, so tired. It’s not that Credence wasn’t awake and around when the baby cried or needed to be fed or bathed or put to bed, but actually taking care of the baby, holding them and feeding them and tending to them, had really taken it out of you as time went on. You didn’t resent Credence, not one little bit, because you knew this would take adjusting for him. It had taken months of discussion to even come to the conclusion that he was open to the possibility of adding children to your lives, so it was only natural that he was skittish and uncertain around this new life. It’s just that you were so tired.

Which is why you didn’t even stir on the twenty-fifth night of having the new baby. Credence woke to the faint crying coming from the nursery and waited stiffly for you to wake up too, but you never did. As he looked down at you, deep creases in your forehead as a result of your furrowed brows during your deep sleep and heavy, dark circles under your eyes, he knew he couldn’t wake you up; you needed rest. Tentatively, he stood from bed, taking quick, quiet steps toward the nursery.

The crying was more persistent but not much louder than when it had started. He placed his palms cautiously on the crib, looking at the baby for a few moments and taking in their appearance before making any movements. Their eyes were squeezed tightly shut, obscuring their eye color, and deep lines had formed across their face because of the harsh crying. The baby was so small, hardly the length of even his forearm. Credence wondered briefly if anyone could be trusted with such a small, fragile creature, but  realized that, after having watched you care for them these past two weeks, he knew it was possible.

Carefully, so carefully, Credence reached down to gently grip the child and bring them to his chest. Mimicking what he had seen you do over the past few weeks, he cradled the child’s head in the crook of his arm and swayed softly back and forth, careful not to shake while making sure that the baby could feel the soothing motion of the rocking. The crying continued for a few minutes, making Credence worry that you would wake up and making him worry he would be a complete failure with this baby, but slowly, the anguished cries subsided, getting quieter before settling into a sleepy silence.

The baby’s eyes were drooping with sleep but gazing up at Credence, a pale blue color that most newborns have but that Credence thought was beautiful and time-stopping, and he couldn’t help but smile at this tiny creature. This new being in his life couldn’t talk, couldn’t really communicate, couldn’t explain their feelings, but somehow, they had found solace in the circle of his arms, had been lulled to a sleepy security by him, Credence, known obscurus and past destroyer of New York. Credence’s smile stretched as the baby’s arms swung around blindly before gripping his outstretched finger, and for the first time in these past few weeks, Credence felt like a father, watching his child fall asleep in his arms.

He wasn’t aware at the time, but you had woken up and were watching these events pass quietly from the door frame, leaning against it and smiling widely at your family. It was all coming together. For a while there, you weren’t sure if it would; Credence had so many bad nights, and you weren’t faultless either. You two always loved each other, of course, but that didn’t make forming a life together any easier. Life just seemed overwhelming, and it never seemed to stop. In Credence’s own words, life happened so much all the time, and you couldn’t have agreed more.

But in this moment, looking at Credence, there was nothing else. There was Credence and there was the baby, and everything else stopped. Credence was so hyperfocused on this child loosely gripping his finger and sleeping blissfully in his arms that, for the first time in many, many years, he hadn’t noticed someone new enter the room; he hadn’t jumped or startled and had simply continued gazing at this baby, his child, in his arms, and you could feel hot tears swelling in your eyes once you acknowledged this. Maybe this is what moving on looked like: little steps forward as you immersed yourself into your own life, your own family. And with that, you walked toward Credence, murmuring a soft “Hey” as you neared him.

He looked up slowly, that same lazy smile on his face as he turned his gaze from his child to you, and whispered, “Maybe I can do this, Y/N.”

You fought with yourself to keep the tears in so that you could normalize this moment, could support Credence and show him how much you believed that he could do this. So you just nodded and rested your head against his shoulder before whispering back, “You definitely can, Credence.”

Silence followed, and that was okay. Silence often followed with Credence, and the more time went on, the more comforting it was. You didn’t tell him that he didn’t need to keep holding the baby, that he could place the sleeping child back in the crib, and instead simply stood there, pressing your body to his in some kind of attempt to feel your family.

And then Credence willingly disrupted the silence, looking away from the baby and into your eyes once more. “Y/N, I’m a father. I’m a dad.”

“Yeah, you are.” Another smile.

“We’re doing this.”

“Yeah, we are.”

A light sigh, a tiny smile. “We’re a family.”

You didn’t mention the tear that fell down his face, simply pressed a kiss to his cheek and looked at him, then to your baby, then back to him. “Yes.”

“I have a family.” You let silence follow his last comment and allowed the three of you to just be that–a family.


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Face Revelation - H2O Delirious

Quick few notes:
1) All the one shots I’ve written so far are in the same alternate universe of gay superpowered teenagers.
2)Gamer tags and real names are used interchangeably. Last names are not mentioned nor is the location of the school other than it’s in America
3) All these one-shots can be found on either Wattpad or AO3 in one story. The title is Hiding for Myself and the username is nevergiveupgirl (Add 924 on the end for Wattpad).
4) I’m willing to take requests if you want me to write more, but I don’t do smut. I’m a teenager, and have no experience in that area.
5) Enjoy!

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Jonathan was staring at Evan again. It happened more often than he would like to admit, but he just couldn’t seem to take his eyes off him whenever he was in the hallway. Maybe it was his slick black hair or his brown eyes, but Jonathan always found himself looking Evan’s way as he walked by. It wasn’t like Evan was going to see him, though. They hung out with different people and liked different things and were of different rankings in the metaphorical high school caste system. Even if you could forget all though things, Jonathan’s power of invisibility combined with his introvertedness made it easy for him to hide his gaze.

He watched Evan walk through the hallway talking with one of his friends before the two turned the corner and disappear from his line of sight. He strained his neck to see if he could find them, and it was then he felt the jolt of electricity on his right side.

“Bryce, what the hell?!” Jonathan exclaimed as he became visible again. He looked to his right, and saw Bryce laughing. “Really?!”

“Hey, don’t blame me! It was CaRtOoNz’s idea!” said Bryce, pointing over Delirious’ shoulder. He turned around, and was meet with Luke’s smug face.

“It not like you’re going to fucking listen to me anymore.” was his only comment. “Especially about your Evan problem.”

“It’s not a problem, CaRtOoNz!” Jonathan shot back.

“Oh, right. Your ‘crush’ on Evan hasn’t become a problem.”

“No, it’s not. And it’s not a fucking crush.” Luke rolled his eyes at this statement.

“Can’t you at least talk to him?” Bryce suggested as the trio started walking toward class.

“Can’t.” Delirious replied.

“Won’t.” CaRtOoNz rebutted. “He doesn’t have the balls.”

“Hey! I .. I have balls.”

“Not when it comes to Evan.” This earned another snicker from Bryce. Jonathan didn’t say anything, mainly as he was too busy being invisible. Evan, alone this time, walked past them, and Jonathan felt his cheeks grow rosy. Bryce and Luke simply looked at each other as Evan left.

“You sure you have balls, Delirious?” A voice asked from the shadows.

“Fuck you, Ohm.” Jonathan said, before turning back to CaRtOoNz. “Alright. Let’s say I did have a crush on Evan …”

“Which you do.” Bryce interrupted.

“IF I did, then you know I still couldn’t talk to him. Only people I’m comfortable around are you guys, Mini, and Vanoss.” Delirious glanced at his friends, trying to gauge their reactions. Luke still had his usual straight face, while Ohm was too much disguised by shadows to read him. Bryce, however, was easy to read. He was looking at Ohm with his checks slightly puffed and hands in his pockets. He also was avoiding eye contact with Delirious. “Bryce.”

“What, Delirious?”

“Do you know something I don’t?” Bryce again looked at Ohm, as if he needed permission to say it. Ohm was the one who actually said.

“Delirious, Evan is Vanoss.”

“Oh.” The other boys left out a few laughs, which only let the redness in Jonathan’s cheeks become more apparent. Suddenly the hallway became more claustrophobic, despite not ever having the fear. He needed space to process the thoughts swimming in his head. He excused himself and walked quickly away, focusing on one thought of many swimming in his head.

What did this mean?

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He was so lost in his thoughts that Jon almost didn’t hear the tapping at the window. He assumed it was just his fingers tapping against the metal chair he was situated in in Mini’s office, but after 30 seconds it became annoying. He stopped, but the noise didn’t. The noise, he soon realized, was coming from a little red bird at the window. Jon could clearly see it was injured on his left leg.

“Hey little guy.” He said as he opened the window. The bird quickly took its chance and flew past him and into the bathroom door. He hesitated, simply staring at the ajar window before turning and heading to the bathroom to usher the bird out.

“Agh.” The sound came from the bathroom, one which made Delirious freeze. It was human, but he was the only person in Mini’s office. The only reason the bird was able to fly into the window was because he left the door when he went. And there was only one person who he know had the power to change into animals. He didn’t want to go in, so he stuck to leaning against the side next to the door.

“You know,” He started. “I don’t think turning into a bird helped your leg.”

“It was faster than walking.” Evan shot back. “Where’s Craig?” It took Jonathan a second to remember Craig was Mini’s real name. He only really called him Mini.

“I think he said he went to go diffuse Tyler and Marcel.” Jon heard Evan curse under his breath. “I’m not sure. I only caught him on his way out.”

“No, that’s probably where he is. Knowing him.” Evan groaned again at his leg. “Why are you waiting for Craig?”

“Burns. Not the worst though, it’s only about 2nd degree this time.” He lifted his shirt, despite the fact Evan couldn’t see him.

“How’d you get them?”

“Battleship.” Delirious replied. “It was all fun in games until the fire nation attacked.” He chuckled a little, and he heard Evan do the same. “It was my friend Luke though. He has pyrokinesis, or can fire bend, so whenever we play a game that’s even slightly rage inducing he often lashes out on the nearest person.”

“Yeah, that sounds like my friend Marcel.” Evan comments.

“Is that how you got the broken leg?”

“Yeah. My friend Tyler has somewhat of an innate talent for pissing people off. David has it too, but it only works on Marcel.” Evan sighs. “He has the shortest temper out of all of us, so it’s best to stay fifty feet away from him when he turns into a big rage monster.”

“I’ll make sure not to piss him off, then.” Jon says, and both boys laughed. The two stayed where they were for a while. Jon talked to Evan in the bathroom, never moving from his position outside the single door. It felt like he was Delirious again, simply at home talking to Vanoss behind his computer screen. It seemed like half an hour before Evan brought the conversation back to their current situation.

“I wish Craig would get back here soon.” He said. “My leg hurts like a bitch.”

“Don’t you have his number? Seeing as you two are friends?”

“It’s not on me. I must have dropped it when Marcel turned Hulk.” He was silently for a moment. Jon assumed it was hesitation. “Can I borrow yours?”

Jon hesitated too. This was the guy that, damnit, he had a crush on. He could fuck the entire thing up. Granted, he didn’t fuck it up before now, but he was certain he would fuck it up now. He took a deep breath. It was just Vanoss. One of his best friends. Just Vanoss.

“Sure man.” He used his closer hand to push the door open enough to squeeze through. Evan was on the floor, using his elbows to prop his chest up. His legs were spread out in front of him and, like the bird, it wasn’t hard to tell which leg was broken. His left leg was bent at an unusual angle, which Jon tried his best to avoid looking at. “That’s so unnatural, man.” He commented.

“Can I just have the phone?”

“Oh right, sorry.” He chuckled a little as he passed the phone to Evan. “His number is under M.”

“For Medic?”

“For Mini Ladd.”

“Like … his gamer tag?” Jonathan nodded. “I didn’t know you played.”

“Don’t tell many people I do. I’m somewhat of an introvert.”

“I’m Evan, by the way. I don’t think we had a proper introduction. My gamer tag is Vanoss.” Evan extended his hand as far as he could in his position, which wasn’t very. Jon still had to kneel down to accept it. “And you are?”

“Just call me Delirious.”

A China Rose: Chapter 6

Originally posted by theweirwoodswhisper

Summary: Y/N was once an employee at Prince Adams castle along with being his childhood friend but she doesn’t remember. Caught up in the curse, she ends up in Villeneuve where she stands out. But circumstances arrive and she somehow returns to the place she once called home, and a beast she once thought a friend.
A multi-chapter fanfiction. MASTERLIST

Author’s Note: So chapter 6 is here. You’ll notice that I have made a Masterlist for the series, to make life easier. So far despite exams I’ve remained on schedule, so hopefully I will continue to upload on time. I’m excited for the next couple of chapters. It’s beast and staff time at last. As always tags and requests are open. Plus a heads up, if you change your username, please tell me so I can still continue to tag you. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 6: Once the Door Closes
The first thing you felt was that although you were cold, there was no snow where you laid. Instead, all you could feel was a smooth, hard surface beneath your body. Your head was throbbing and as you forced your eyes open, you realised that your vision was slightly blurry. Laying still on your front you waited for the pain in your head to subside before you decided to push yourself up in a seated position. As you slowly sat up, the world around you became less blurry and spun less. When your eyes finally focused, you realised immediately that you were no longer outside. Phillipe was gone, as was the rose you picked. You were in a small circular space. A stool was mere inches away from your face and by your feet was a pile of straw, coupled with a woollen blanket and copper jug. Your bag was on the opposite side of the space, next to a red wax candle. To your left was a large gap in the dark stone wall, a makeshift window. Scooting slowly over to the hole, you went to look outside to see where in the castle you were, if you were still in the castle at all. You looked out and let a small yelp escape your lips as you scooted back towards the centre of the room.
The other side of the gap was a sheer drop into the depths of the castle. Clearly you were in a tower of some sort as when you looked down there was just darkness suggesting the fall was almost never ending. Panicking at the imminent death to you left you turned to your right to try and get as far away as possible. Scooting backwards, you yelped when your back crashed into something solid behind you. Wincing from pain you slowly turned around to see that iron bars (placed in a cross pattern) were the cause of your suffering. You stood up and looked through the bars to see a small pathway that descended down a staircase to the right.
It hit you like a rock. You were in a cell. A very high cell. A very lonely and cold cell. You were a prisoner. You couldn’t help but tear up. You left Villeneuve to be free from all the gossip, the judgement and here you were a prisoner once again. Not free at all. You wiped away tears not wanting to let anyone see you cry, despite the fact that the entire castle was abandoned apart from you and whoever placed you here. You looked through the bars to the left to see a rather large lever. You presumed, but more realistically hoped, that it was the lever that would release you from this hell. You approached the lever with caution just in case it set off an alarm, but you highly doubted that an abandoned castle would have that good security. Putting your hand through the bars you tried as hard as you could to reach the lever. After a lot of sweating, you reached it. You twisted your body in ways you never imagined you could get into, trying to pull the lever down. After several minutes you accepted that you were stuck. As much as you liked to believe you could jump out of the ‘death hole’ (as you were now calling the hole in the wall) you knew that that meant only certain death, something you were not ready for. You stood staring out past the iron bars, just looking at the different shadows that were being created by the flickering candlelight. It was when you were staring that you noticed that one of the shadows was textured and was moving. Someone was there. Your captor maybe?
“Who’s there?” You let slip out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself. You were met with silence. The longer you stared, the more certain you were that someone or something was standing amongst the shadows. You wanted to scream at them for locking you up in a cell.
“I said who’s there!” You yelled, “Who are you?”
There was a slight pause before a deep, harsh, loud voice echoed around the tower.
“I am the master of this castle.”
You seethed with anger. You had done everything to be a polite and proper house guest, trying to thank the person who provided you with the hospitality and this is how they treat you. You fumed and refused to let your emotions to be hidden any longer.
“Release me!” You demanded, your voice shaking from both anger and fear.
“No. You are a thief!” The mysterious voice answered back, anger creeping into their own voice.
“Liar!” You retaliated. You hadn’t stolen anything. You had left all of the valuable objects (which was most of the objects you came across in the rooms you visited) where they were and had only eaten the food that was provided to you.
“You stole a rose!” The voice roared back. You stood there in shock for a few brief moments. This is what you get from picking a flower. This was ridiculous. Is this really what you get for picking a flower? It was barbaric.
“You can’t keep me here!”
“Yes, I can. You begged for me not to hurt you, that you’d do anything. You are now my prisoner.” The voiced said icily, almost as if it were taunting you. You internally slapped yourself at your stupidity. You had always read in books that begging, saying that you’d do anything, for something always ended up going south. How could you have been so stupid? Now this stranger thought that he could keep you in this cell forever. This was wrong.
“A life sentence for a rose!” You exclaimed, hoping that your anger was clear. This was ridiculous. It was simply a flower. A small piece of this stranger’s large and exquisite garden. One rose shouldn’t matter or was this voice so cold hearted and self-absorbed that if anything of theirs was taken, even if it were only the dust that caught onto your clothes, then they’d lock the supposed perpetrator up for all time. You would have let out a long list of insulting words to the mysterious voice but it beat you to it. There was a large animalistic roar that echoed throughout the tower that originated from amongst the shadows and it made every bone in your body rattle.
“I received eternal damnation for one!” the voice bellowed at you. You saw a large figure amongst the shadows move closer to the door yet it still stayed hidden enough so that you couldn’t see its face. “I’m merely locking you away.” the voice stated, distracted as if focusing on a distant memory and not the present.
You wanted to scream. To tear the bars out of the wall and make your true feelings known to this person, this monster.
“Let me out!” You said as you banged on the iron bars.
“No!” the voice said, “You are my prisoner!” You noticed that the figure amongst the shadows was moving closer to you but remained anonymous, as faceless as the darkness surrounding it.
You wanted to retaliate to the voice’s words but you knew deep down that it would lead nowhere. If you kept on arguing with this person, you’d be stuck in a loop for a long time, as they seemed as argumentative and bull-headed as you were. If you were to be a prisoner so be it. You were to play your part till you figured out a way to escape. With your tools you were certain you could figure out something. However, if you were to stay here, you wanted to see your captors face. That way you knew who to punch when you managed to free yourself. You saw how they hovered in the shadows; you needed them to come into the candlelight.
You looked at the figure questioningly. You could make out how tall they were (which was very tall), but apart from that you couldn’t figure out a single thing about them.
“Come into the light.” You said but much gentler than your previous tone of voice.
The figure stood frozen and you could tell that it was contemplating running from where they stood. No sir. That was not about to happen. You were going to see their face. You grabbed the candle that was by your feet to your left. You forced your arm through the bars, shoving the candle where you presumed the persons face was. You almost dropped your candle and you let out a small audible gasp. Before you stood a beast. There was no other way of putting it. From what you could see it was completely covered from head to toe in fur. Brown, bushy, fur. It had two curled horns protruding from its head and due to the scowl on its face you could see fangs that were worn and slightly yellow. You stared at it and felt unsettled but it wasn’t the fur, fangs or horns that made you feel so. It was the eyes. They were sky blue and looked eerily like a humans except they contained so much pain and anger that you glossed over that small detail. The beast’s eyes bore into you and the longer you stared the more nervous you felt. Before you could stare any longer, it took one of its big paws with claws and pushed your hand back through the bars so that you could only just make out its features.
“You stay on that side.” the beast said, its voice deep and condescending. “This door is closed, and that is how it is to remain.” He scowled as he said it. He turned, rather dramatically in your opinion, to head down the stairs away from you forever. You wanted to grab onto him and make him stay. No matter what a monster he was you didn’t want to be alone. You internally scolded yourself for such a brash and stupid thought, but you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a small whelp. The beast didn’t hear your final plea as he had already descended the stairs and was passing through a lower doorway. You were left staring out between the bars of your cell, your new home. Alone and cold, just like how you woke up only a few brief minutes before.
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You had sat on the floor by the cell door for the past hour, trying desperately to find a tool that could undo any of the bolts holding the cell bars down. Unfortunately you had had no success. You now were slumped on the pile of straw, tools back in their box and the box in question in your bag. You had pulled the blanket provided around your shoulders for warmth but it was highly ineffective. With your head in your knees you had let yourself weep slightly at your predicament. Suddenly you heard a clang from outside your cell. Looking up, you could see candlelight and a shadow of a person who seemed to be quite tall and intimidating. Then a creak was heard and the iron bars that had given you so much grief swung open. You knew that this was the perfect time to pick up your bag and run, but all your instincts were telling you to stay away from the creepy door.
“Forgive my intrusion mademoiselle,” a voice said as the door finished moving. You wondered who the voice could belong to. You knew it wasn’t the beast’s, as this voice was too high, too welcoming, too French. Not wanting to take any chances, seeing as for all you knew this could have been another monster, you grabbed the stool that was by your side and raised it like a bat ready for an imminent attack. “But the master has sent me to escort you to your room.” The voice continued.
Your brows furrowed. The beast, who you presumed was the master, had made it quite clear to you that this was where you were to remain.
“My room?” You questioned, “But I thought…..” You were cut off by the voice.
“What!” The voice exclaimed, as you started to edge towards the cell door, stool still raised. “You thought that ONCE THIS DOOR CLOSES IT WILL NEVER OPEN AGAIN!” The voice does a very bad but slightly amusing mockery of the beast’s voice whilst also doing a mini roar as well. You were at the door by this point. You looked down the corridor to see no one there. “I know he can be so dramatic!” The voice said once more. Above. That’s where it was coming from. You slowly looked up to find yourself face to face with the candelabra (that disappeared from the table along with the mantle clock) hanging from the lever that opened the door. You looked at it before it did a small wave and gave you a pleasant “Allo!”
You screamed in such fright and shock that it sent the candelabra to the ground. It tried to say something else but you were having none of it. You brought down the stool upon the candelabra’s head and the stool smashed into several pieces whilst also flattening the weird device in front of you. It did little to affect the golden oddity as almost immediately it relighted its wicks and was standing up once more.
“Wow, you are very strong! A great quality!” The candelabra talked. How?
“What are you?” You demanded whilst trying to comprehend how a candelabra could be alive.
“What am I?” The candelabra echoed as it looked up to you. “Why, I am Lumière!”
The candelabra had a name. This day was getting weirder and weirder, maybe due to your lack of sleep. A castle, a beast and now a talking candlestick. Great, you were going mad.
“And you can talk?” You enquired as you continued to stare at the candelabra called Lumière. He was about to open his mouth to answer when a third voice, slightly deeper and more polished, joined the conversation.
“Well of course he can talk. It’s all he ever does.”
You turn to see the mantle clock from before hopping up the last step. He ignores you and waddles straight over to Lumière. He clearly was going on a tirade and you took this time to edge back into the cell to pick up something to hit the clock with. You emerged from cell with the copper jug in your hands and raised above your head. Before you were about to bring the jug crashing down on the clock Lumière placed up a golden arm and exclaimed, “Un moment, mademoiselle!” He turned back to the clock, and you lowered your make shift weapon. Staring at two lively, lifeless objects argue was surreal. Lumière turned round, his bickering with the clock now finished.
“Ready miss?” He asks and you can only nod in agreement as he begins to head up the stairs instead of down. You grab your bag quickly before heading tentatively up the stairs behind the two household objects.
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You had learned that the clock’s name was Cogsworth and that household objects had a hard time climbing stairs. You had carried them up them and now Cogsworth was at your feet whilst Lumière was still gripped tightly in your hands. So far you had seen zero safe ways to escape and as you walked over the roof on a walkway you now realised how extensive the grounds and the woods were. The sun was shining and from its position you guessed that it was about afternoon. That meant you’d been unconscious for at least half a day. You were about to spiral into a thought and most likely never escape from it, when Lumière snatched the attention away from the grounds.
“You must forgive first impressions,” he said earnestly, “I hope you are not too startled.” You scoffed slightly.
“Startled? How could I be startled? I’m talking to a candle.” You pointed out.
“Candelabra!” He emphasised, “Please, there is an enormous difference.” He clearly sensed your uneasiness and instead decided to turn to usual hospitality tropes. “We do hope you enjoy your stay here. After all this is your home now, you may go anywhere you like…”
“Except the West Wing!” Cogsworth exclaimed. Lumière clearly didn’t like what he just said as he was shaking his head vigorously. Your curiosity, however, was now peaked.
“Why? What’s in the west wing?”
“Oh nothing. Doesn’t even exist.” The clock said trying to cover his blunder. Lumière was the one who saved him.
“It is just storage space.” He said but his voice no longer flamboyant but instead nervous. You raised an eyebrow, not for a second buying the explanation given to you. You were about to enquire further when Lumière once again interrupted.
“This way please to the East Wing,” He gestured dramatically ahead, “Or as I like to call it, the only wing!” He joked hoping that you would forget about them even mentioning a West Wing at all. You had other plans. You were determined to remember this piece of information because if you couldn’t escape, you were certain that you were going to get in that wing. No matter what.

Tag List: @rainwing-galaxy @loneliestlittlerainbow @bucky-with-the-metal-arm @liviacollettex3 @caseynathan @langinator @casangelcake @scarlinrouge @an-anxiousace-from-outerspace @molethemollie @no-butter-before-marriage @plethora-of-things @quiettranquility-blog @jedi-dreea @jvnovi  @blueinkblot @frozenhuntress67 @iwyr @quickies-with-quicksilver @beastsenchantedrose @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @yammering-emma @nerdgirl78 @randomastridoverhere @just-a-blog00 @aknerdchick @theeeeens (It won’t let me tag you, I’m so sorry)

Forever | 15: Remember, Part 2

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 1515

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: (Throughout) Language, Gun Violence, mentions of death

Characters (in order of appearance): Reader, Chadwick Boseman, Tom Holland, RDJ, Anthony Mackie, Paul Bettany, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan

A/N: Another update, yay!!! I’ve also decided to tag some people I noticed liking/reblogging the previous parts, but if you’d rather not be tagged, please let me know!! and if you would like to be tagged in future parts, also let me know via ask/message! Also, in this chapter, flashbacks will be noted with dates and/or times, just to help you guys not get confused/lost! ALSO I will most likely not update this fic until this weekend b/c I want to write out the requests I have waiting for me!! thanks for understanding :)

please, as always, let me know what you think!! I love hearing from y’all :)

Forever | 14 // Forever | 16

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FanFic Friday #11 || Weekly Reading List (September 22nd, 2017 - September 28th, 2017)

Hello!! :D

Week eleven!! It’s the usual suspects categories this week so no extra ones have been added. Something that is new (sort of since I did this in the last one as well), if I have multiple fics by the same writer, they are only tagged once. Their username is still there, it’s just not linked. I am doing that simply because I had been asked if I could tag others in these lists so they could check out the stories listed (just shoot me an ask if you’re interested :) ) and tumblr can get wonky if too many people are tagged so this is my way of pushing that issue under the rug :)

: Each of these fics are ones that I have read over the course of the week as I perused Tumblr (marked by ♦) and Archive of Our Own (Ao3) (marked by ☼). If I found that a fic was posted on both platforms, links to both posts can be found. You’ll also find that they are sorted by character and ship and most have some detail about what the story contains - mostly if it’s a reader insert, nsfw, or if it features a trope. It’s also very likely that I forgot to give one of those warnings, but the fic itself should have them listed so make sure to check those. But, please, if you read a fic you love just go ahead and share it so others have a chance at reading it :)

Now I guess it’s time to list the stories ;)


Other

Despacito || @into-the-deep-blue-eyes || Chris Pine x Reader

Communication || @bkwrm523 || Christopher Pike x Reader || nsfw

Losing Inhibition || nerdqueenenterprise, @nerdqueenenterprise || Spuhura || nsfw 

Love At First Bite || @bucky-plums-barnes || Bucky Barnes x Reader || Baker!Bucky 

Sweetheart || AnotherFraud || Gen. fic || Star Trek || Bones calls Jaylah ‘Sweetheart’ 

This is all your fault || janeykath318 || Jim Kirk x Nyota Uhura 

Let’s Play A Game || Part Six (warning: torture), Part Seven (warning: torture), Part Eight (warning: death), Part Nine (warning: death), Part Ten || @imoutofmyvulcanmind || John Kennex (Almost Human) x Reader || nsfw

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The Slytherin Fifth Year || Part 2 || Teacher!Newt Scamander x Student!Reader

PART TWO MOTHERFUCKERS part three tho gon have a bit of smut😏 so get excited. This still sucks, not as much as the last tho so yeah, enjoy kids.

tags : @munalisax @running-outta-time @i-just-wanna-run-hell @xoxcathylove (idk if you changed your username, but please tell me if that’s the case and you still wanna be in the tags)

words : 1461

warnings : mentions of smut, darker type themes, infatuation teacher newton scamander *fans self*

Masterlist

The Slytherin Fifth Year Masterlist

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Originally posted by unjinxing-the-john


Two weeks. Two weeks Newt Scamander had spent watching your every move during the class he taught at one of the best wizarding schools of all time.

He spent classes noting how your face twisted into one of interest every time the study of a new creature came about.

How your face lit up when he pulled out Pickett, a Bowtruckle with attachment issues to the man, and many other creatures labelled as safe from his case.

He watched as you’d become impatient in the class, wanting to answer all the questions asked and comment on statements made; never did you do so, however, because of the outcome of the first time.

Your interest and devotion to class was endearing to the young professor and Magizoologist.

He played off the interest as normal; every professor loved it when students found their classes worth their attention and effort, but Newt knew the way he saw it wasn’t something appropriate of a professor.

He felt shame for noticing other things as well, however, like how skillfully your small hands glided across the paper while taking notes and flipping pages. He enjoyed the times when your eyes would widen in awe, at the beasts presented, so he had the chance to look into your E/C eyes as they would scan almost everything in front of them.

His mind would go to the darkest of places whenever seated work would occur, all because you had a habit of biting your bottom lip while thinking hard, as he would feel his pants tighten to a very uncomfortable extent.

Newt had tried to avert his gaze from you every time, but something would always pull him back.

He didn’t know if it was because you reminded him of himself when he was young; the odd one out. It could’ve been that you were a Slytherin, but possessed nothing of the typical nature. It could be that you were one of the first people he’s seen to have such a fanatic love for creatures as him, and that’s saying a lot.

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accent challenge tag ???
floralseokjin
accent challenge tag ???

— i was tagged by @rapmonluv and @vanillalattaes for the accent challenge. thank you (i guess haHA);; the cringe is strong in this one !! i was supposed to say recorded instead of filmed and then i thought it was still 2016;; (pls no one listen;;)

(the last minute are the bloopers. i.e. me laughing and wailing—i deleted the coughing fit i had) 

tag questions;

  • your name and username.
  • where you’re from.
  • pronounce the following words: aunt, roof, route, theater, iron, salmon, caramel, fire, water, new orleans, pecan, both, again, probably, alabama, lawyer, coupon, mayonnaise, pajamas, caught, naturally, aluminium, gif, tumblr, crackerjack, doorknob, envelope, gpoy.
  • what is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
  • what is a bubbly carbonated drink called?
  • what do you call gym shoes?
  • what do you call your grandparents?
  • what do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
  • what is the thing you change the tv channel with?
  • choose a book and read a passage from it.
  • do you think you have an accent?
  • be a wizard or a vampire?
  • do you know anyone on tumblr in real life?
  • end audio post by saying any three words you want

:: tagging @cerisetaeyong, @jheartseok@deathbyyoongi, @kittae and @dailydoseofdia

do not open fics by orphan_account in the sheith tag on AO3.

orphan_account is actually a general AO3 account where fics that writers don’t want associated with their username anymore are archived. 

our resident ao3 troll, whose current username is theshrekening455, has posted 5 trollfics today alone, orphaning each one as they post them (probably to avoid repercussions from ao3).

the name ‘orphan_account’ will not change because it is not one of the troll’s usernames. it belongs to ao3.

most legitimate writers aren’t going to orphan their fics while they’re still on the first few pages of a pairing tag, so it’s probably safe to say that for the time being, if a fic is in the keith/shiro tag on ao3 under orphan_account, it’s probably the troll.

this is the last thing we’ll post about this today. thanks for bearing with us.

Home Alone

Request: Hello! Can you do a Bucky Barnes x Reader, where the reader is nervous about being home alone and Bucky makes them feel better when they get home? Thank you so much, I love your imagines!

A/N: I’ve spent all week packing and cleaning so I can head out to my 10-week college trip and I am so nervous about being away from home.

Warnings: None.

Word Count Total: 249

Short Imagine #109

Title: Home Alone

Originally posted by bovaria

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Remember 2 months ago, when I said I want to give you a proper thank you for more than 100 follwers? Ha, didn’t think so. But I do and when Scout becomes your voice of reason, you know it is about time.

Anyways, at long last, here it is: My 250(+) followers give away!

how it works:

  1. you must follow this blog (duh.)
  2. reblog this post (one reblog is enough)
  3. if you want to reblog this to a side blog, send me a message with your username (so I can check if you’re a follower), even better if you add a tag to the reblog that says ‘sideblog’ (or something like this), so my little bird brain doesn’t get confused
  4. I will send the winners a message, so make sure you have enabled that

What ya get:

  • first prize: up to 3 characters, simple color/BG (colored like my answers to asks, see bottom left)
  • second prize: up to 2 characters simple color, no BG 
  • (2x) third prize: 1 character sketch, no BG (see bottom right)

(simple BG means preferable outside, no complicated perspective)

I will draw:

  • fanart and OCs, it doesn’t have to be tf2 (be ready to provide references, especially for OCs)
  • SFW only

Deadline will be the 2nd of March (because I can remember that date), so you have plenty of time :)

In case I hit 300 followers until then, there’ll be two second prizes as well.

Thank you guys so much for following! :)

Just gonna put this out there…

I didn’t really like how they handled the end of Keith’s vlog…? Like the music kinda made it seem like they were mocking him for starting to cry and showing a moment of vulnerability. I dunno, am I the only one?

Not to mention the thumbnail they put on the YouTube video…

I don’t know, maybe I’m being overly sensitive about this haha.

Edit: Um… so according to a post by the user “squidlawd”, apparently the song at the end was actually the start to a love song about opening up to someone… not to make this all about Klance but the very last tag in the vlog is tagged as “Klance” on YouTube. Seems oddly coincidental? I dunno.

Song: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zpOULjyy-n8&feature=youtu.be

Keith’s Vlog (if you want to see the Klance tag it’s the last one): https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YekC99bDMtU

(Sorry, my main is “whattheheckamidoingonthiswebsite”, that’s why when I respond in the comments it’s that username instead of “voltronthingsiguess”)