the answer is almost all of them

🌷Sunshines! Just a casual selfie from about 4 months ago. Hope it’s cute! On IG, I tagged all the brands I’m wearing, if you want them! Been thinking of almost modeling new outfit inspos on IG lol! Thx huns for the support even though most of you just found me 2-3 wks ago! I love answering your asks & helping you out!

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anonymous asked:

Do you feel there was a lack of richonne in last season? I have seen complaints about this but, I thought it was a pretty good amount?

No, not at all. Of the many, many things wrong with S7, Richonne was not one of them for me. I mean, they actually had a storyline, which I wasn’t expecting, and it allowed Michonne to still be her own person. Plus, we got almost an entire episode of Richonne shenanigans. Of course I’m still waiting on my Richonne sex, but aside from that, I really loved their development last season. Like, that’s ALL that I loved about S7. 😄

anonymous asked:

Thank you for the speedy response! I hope all the costs can be covered in the next few days! Looks like like the IndieGoGo is moving at a pretty good pace. I've been reading almost every ask that has appeared on my dash and I greatly respect you for how professional/civil you've remained in answering all of them. I can't wait to see where Writscrib goes because I already love its vibe. Thank you very much for all your hard work. I hope all the aggressive questions don't wear you down too much!

Oh my gosh, I can’t believe anyone is reading all of these asks! It’s pretty daunting, and I hope the spam hasn’t been too much.

Thank you so much for your kind words <3 It’s people like you that make this all the more worth it!

Putting Lipstick On A Pig

by reddit user Pippinacious

Except for the whole murder thing, Courtney James seemed like a lovely young woman. She was bright, articulate, a dedicated college student and well liked waitress at a popular restaurant.

I met her when she was sitting in an interrogation room at the precinct. She was a bit on the larger side, dressed conservatively in pastel colors and minimal makeup, and when I came in, she introduced herself with a polite smile, as if we were meeting for a job interview as opposed to a police investigation. She had declined to have an attorney present, so I got right to business.

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Watch Me Babygirl

this is my gif from my personal blog btw :)

A/N: I’m a ho for highschool!bts so I began writing a series literally nobody asked for so this is part 1 of ?

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, implied sexy stuff(?), fuckboy!jungkook 

[pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5] [pt.6] [pt.7] [pt.8] [pt.9] [pt.10] [pt.11] [pt.12]

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Beard Burn

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve likes to grow his beard out between missions, and you think its sexy.  He wants to know why you think so, then he gets turned on. (it’s just smut)

A/N: inspired by the goddamn soft!bearded!steve board.  y’all….just let me live. also i need to learn how to title things.  i called it fucking “beard burn.” @ myself come on…

Warnings: oral sex (fr), language

Words: 2148

Tags: @daybreak96 @feelmyroarrrr @jimtkirkisabitch 

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(this gif made me wet tbh)


Steve glances up over his book at the sound of you entering the room.  He smiles.  “Hey, doll.”

You stop dead.  “You have got to be kidding me,” you mutter, taking him in.  He’s lounging back on the bed in nothing but a pair of low riding sweats. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he was still growing out his beard.  And—God help you—he was wearing glasses.

“Goddamn it, Steve.”

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everything was going too well, right 
what would be milo’s answer now?

presenting Lee Myung Wook, dog lover, single figure skater, Mamoru’s other best friend and son of Phichit and Seung Gil. He’s mostly like Phichit but he has the best bitch resting face of them all (you won’t believe it giving how bright is his smile)

Bonus:

Daniel De La Iglesia (or 季静洋Ji Jing Yang, peaceful ocean, I am still unsure if choosing his american name or chinese name), is Leo and Guang Hong’s firstborn and first of five siblings and Myung Wook’s almost boy–best friend.  

Yuri on Ice Lovechildren AU

The Reason I Don’t Do Cold Readings Anymore…

by reddit user Skarjo

I don’t do ‘Cold Readings’ anymore. I don’t tell fortunes. I don’t read tea leaves.

And I do not do contact ‘the other side’.

Look, don’t judge me alright? It was an easy gig. I mean, the first time I did it, it was a joke. I did it just to impress a girl. You’ve been there right? It was something I’d read about online and I thought I’d give it a go.

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It’s Mother’s Day and the first thing Kara sees when she walks into Lena’s office to check up on her is dozens of different bouquets on every available surface.

Which would be normal if Lena had a normal relationship with her mother. And if the bouquets were the really expensive kind that Kara had gotten used to associating with Lena. But no, these weren’t expensive flowers at all. They were just normal flowers, the kind someone would find in their yard or at the park. One was even made up completely of dandelions!

Questions float through Kara’s head that were supplied with very few answers.

Who sent them? Why? Were they safe? Should see get them checked out?

And then her confusion is cut off by Jess walking into the office.

“They’re from local orphanages,” Jess answers before Kara even asks. “She’s always donating to them and volunteers whenever she can. She’d adopt them all if she could, but with the attempted murders… well.”

“I- I didn’t know about that.” Kara didn’t even know that Lena liked kids.

“Most people don’t,” Jess replies easily. “Her meeting is almost over, so feel free to wait here for her.”

And then Jess leaves and Kara’s left alone with her thoughts.

She always knew Lena was good, so good. Too good, maybe. She was just glad others could see it, too.

Fell for You  (Draco x Reader)

“can i have a draco x reader where the reader gets sick or passes out during class?? like really fluffy thanks!!!” thank you so much for your request! hope you like it!

Ever since Slughorn took over as the new Potions professor, class has been nothing short of interesting. The first couple of lessons were challenging since no one really knew what Slughorn was really like, would he be as strict as Snape or caring as Lupin had been? You all soon found out that he was the definition of frazzled, not all quite there, but overall he meant well. And of course, just like Snape, he had his favorites, meaning Harry Potter. That didn’t sit well with most of the Slytherins in the class, but you tried to ignore their nasty remarks towards your friend but sometimes their teasing was too much and as a fellow Gryffindor you had to defend both your friends and your house. But today you weren’t feeling much of the fighting spirit in you, you had a terrible headache and wanted nothing more than to be curled up in bed but alas you trudge your way to class.

You slowly made your way to your seat, but you noticed that Lavander Brown had taken your usual seat since you were late. Probably so she could stare at Ron…The only available seat was next to Draco so you begrudgingly made your way there as Harry and Hermione sent you a sad smile knowing that you were in no mood to put up with the Slytherin Prince.

You weren’t feeling well and it didn’t help that everyone was being extremely chatty today,

“Settle down! Settle down! Ms. Brown, please stop making googly eyes at Mr. Weasley…As I was saying, today we will be making a very challenging potion, the draught of peace! So, let’s get to it!” Slughorn announced, and with that everyone stood up and headed towards the back to grab what they needed. You weren’t surprised to see that everyone pretty much grabbed all of the moonstone powder so you had to wait for someone to be done with theirs so you could start.

But it looked like everyone was taking their sweet time getting set up and actually starting the potion.

“I’m almost done adding the powder, you can have it after it.” Draco said to you once you sat down. Were you hallucinating or was Draco Malfoy actually being nice to you? You and Draco never really talked, except for the cordial ‘hello,’ from time to time.

You simply nodded as you tied your hair back, most of the class had ignited their cauldrons and the heat was starting to get to you.

You both worked in silence and had a system of sharing going on, you had the ingredients needed for the second half of the potion and Draco had the beginning ones, so you would switch when you needed to.

“Stir until the potion turns orange, and then add more porcupine quills until the potion turns turquoise.” You read out loud for what seemed to be the third time, the heat in the room was becoming unbearable and you were having a hard time focusing.

“Are you alright Y/L/N?” Draco asked you after the fourth time.

“Um, yeah, never been better,” you said trying to sound convincing.  He simply nodded and went back to his own potion but he wasn’t the only one showing concern for you, Hermione kept shooting you worried looks. After a few more minutes she poured some of her potion into a vial for grading and then made her way towards you, she was expecting a nasty remark from Draco but he simply looked up and nodded towards you, his brow furrowed in concerned.

“Hey, I just finished mine, do you need any help, Y/N?” she asked as she came to stand next to you.

“Hi ‘Mione, and no that’s okay, I’m nearly finished, I just need to get add some more powdered porcupine quills and I’ll be done.” Unbeknownst to you, Draco was listening intently to your conversation. He noticed how quiet you were during breakfast in the Great Hall and how you were late to most of your shared classes. He has a soft spot for you, most of the Slytherins didn’t mess with you in fear of receiving backlash from Draco. Ever since class started he noticed how flushed you were. He was thankful Hermione came over to you because he knew you didn’t really trust him.

He was done with his own potion, and Hermione was helping you out until Ron stole her away because he needed help putting out the fire he created.

“Almost done?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just need to, to…to get a vial and bottle it up.” You said softly, becoming more and more dizzy with every word you spoke.

“Hey, are you okay?” He said looking alarmed by how pale you had turned all of the sudden.

“I’m fi-” Your world turned black before you could answer back.

You were definitely not fine.

You woke up a few hours later with a pounding headache, you slowly opened your eyes, but promptly closed them because of the bright lights of the infirmary. After a few minutes you tried once again with much more success and tried to sit up but felt the room spin out of control once again.

“Woah, take it easy there.” A voice said next to you, soon enough your eyes met the worry ones of none other than Draco Malfoy’s.

“Draco?”

“Yes?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well after you decided to test out if gravity, Potter and I brought you to Madame Pomfrey.” He said as he softly pushed you back into the plush pillows.

“Where’s Harry?” you asked, not seeing the mess of curls anywhere. Draco’s eyes flickered with something that you’ve never seen before. It wasn’t the usual flicker of annoyance.

“Sorry, your little boyfriend had to go to Quidditch practice. He said he would come by later.” Draco said curtly.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You said with the same curt tone but before he could say something else you cut him off.

“Wait, don’t you have practice as well? Don’t Slytherins usually practice at the same time and place to piss off our team?”

“Well I skipped today.”

“The Slytherin seeker skipping out on practice? I certainly feel honored, your team must really hate me right now.”

“Yeah, I would definitely watch out for them if I were you.” He chuckled.

“Did you really skipped practice for me?”

“Well, I had to make sure you were okay, I’m not as bad as Potter and Weaslbee make me out to be.” He said, his cheeks turning a soft pink as he rubbed his neck nervously.

“Thank you, Draco.” You said grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” that was the first time he called you by your first name.

“So, I was thinking, if you’re done testing out gravity, would you like to go with me on the next Hogsmeade trip?”

“Draco Malfoy, are you asking me out on a date?” you said, unable to fight off the smile spreading across your face.

“That depends, if you say yes then yeah I am.” he said, trying to fight off the nerves with his usual debonair.

“It’s a date.” You answered smiling softly, Draco smiled rivaled your own. You were certainly glad that you literally fell for him today.

It's not just the food that's revolting.

(long story)

Back in my college days, I lived on campus and ate the 20-meals-a-week meal plan at the cafeteria. It was… terrible. Seriously. I know people complain about their college cafeteria all the time, but they still gain their “freshman 15”. I lost mine. The food was disgusting. Sunday spaghetti was made from tomato sauce and Saturday’s cheap hamburgers. One week they didn’t bother ripping up the hamburgers: watery, sauce-tinted, overcooked noodles garnished with dry, leathery, two-day-old hamburger patties. It was still better than the other options. At first, they had a “make your own pizza” line, but removed it because everyone was using it, and “bread isn’t cheap.” I remember seeing a real salad in their “healthy eats” line and getting excited, because it’s hard to screw up salads, only to realize that it was literally floating in oil. The salad on the actual salad bar was not an option; it was changed out every morning, whether it needed it or not. Oh, sorry, I meant the ice in the salad bar. Not the salad, no. A student wrote his initials in the tuna and it remained for a solid week. Sometimes the salad would grow its own salad.

They had a big board set up for student complaints, and they would write responses back. Oddly enough, the board rarely had bad things to say; the manager, may he be haunted by a thousand bedbugs, confessed that he didn’t have time to answer every complaint, but he did read every one, and took the complaints into consideration. And, as far as we could tell, threw away all the ones he didn’t like.

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anonymous asked:

What are your feelings on sting ray touch tanks? I went to Vancouver Aquarium and they have recently installed a massive sting ray touch pool and the rays cruise around and choose if they want to come close enough to the people to touch. I thought it was fantastic, but I always kind of worry about the rays having their barbs trimmed for these type of things, does that harm them?

So I have answered a similar question a few times before, so I’m going to be re-using portions of what I’ve written before! Many aquariums allow you to pet stingrays, including the aquarium I work for. It is typically a very controlled and safe interaction for all parties involved. Aquarium staff are almost always at touch tanks to supervise the experience to keep the animals safe. Rays are naturally very curious animals and can become very tame when they interact with people frequently. Touch tanks play a very important role in education in facilities like aquariums. 

Regarding the barb trimming; the barb doesn’t have nerves in it, so clipping it down is truly a painless procedure. And because the barb will regrow trimming does no permanent damage. I often equate it to trimming a fingernail! When the barbs are trimmed typically the animal is netted and the tail is held still while the barb is clipped. Its typically a fairly quick process, and always done with minimal stress to the animal. 

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This isn’t even close to all the Nightmarionne asks I have in the inbox but I was in a mood to draw them so have a Lightning Round™

anonymous asked:

Coran getting seriously hurt in a Galra attack and Lance getting worse everyday. Coran had studied the human concept of psychology and was helping Lance by doing regular space therapy. They were attacked in the middle of one section and Coran used himself as a "shield" because he promised to never let Lance getting hurt again, not when he can do something about it and now Lance can't stop blaming himself

Okay but, imagine Allura, under stress of losing the last person she has left, blames Lance too. She doesn’t outright say it, but everyone can tell. While the rest of the paladins know that this is not Lances fault, they take Allura side- because she’s already lost so much, she can’t lose Coran. And of course almost no one realize how Lance feels- Hunk semi realizes, but he’s been busy making sure Allura actually eats

Of course, when Coran wakes up, and is  healed, everyone crowds around him. They are all exclaiming how relieved they are and, after hugging Allura, he looks at Lance, and completely loses his shit. The boy is absolutely destroyed, he looks like he’s given up on life. He just goes off on the rest of the team, asking why they didn’t take care of Lance while he was out.

Surprisingly Lance answers before any of them can. 

“It’s because of me that you were hurt, so why didn’t I deserve to be hurt?”

“We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.” (from this post)

Sterek ficlet, T, ~1.6k words. Basically, I was going to just do a tiny little drabble as a warm-up for working on one of my WIPs, and then I was having too much fun with it to stop.

(Btw, if you couldn’t tell, I totally made up the book series in question. Any resemblance to any actual book is completely coincidental.) 

It’s definitely some kind of torture that on the day the seventh and final Path of Wolves novel comes out, Stiles still has to go to school like it’s not the most important day of the year or anything.

And okay, so it’s not like anyone else in Beacon Hills has even heard of these books except Scott, and then only because Stiles can’t shut up about them, but still. Stiles spends the entire day practically vibrating out of his skin with the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken in a word any of his teachers has said today. The only reason he doesn’t try to make a break for it during lunch is that he can’t afford another detention on his record, and even so, he’s still sorely, sorely tempted to risk it. In the end, he has to get Lydia to hide his car keys from him.

(He was going to ask Scott to do it, but Scott would have caved as soon as Stiles started begging, and Stiles is definitely not above begging, so Lydia it is.)

The instant the final bell rings, though, Stiles is out of there, flying across the parking lot and gunning the Jeep. The bookstore probably only ordered a few copies, and if Stiles isn’t holding one of them by the time he leaves, somebody’s about to get murdered.

Not that he actually expects any competition, but it’s better not to let these things go to chance. He already messed up once by procrastinating on pre-ordering until they were sold out; he didn’t think it was possible for a Path of Wolves novel to be sold out. He was wrong, and now he’s paying for it by having to physically go to the bookstore to get it.

Either Stiles vastly overestimated how many copies the store was going to order, or else he vastly underestimated how many people in Beacon Hills read these books, because when he skids to a stop in front of the New Releases shelf, there’s only one copy left. One beautiful, perfect hardcover copy.

Lucky for him, one copy is enough.

Except that when he grabs ahold of it, someone else does, too.

For a long second, Stiles can’t even believe what he’s seeing. Another hand, on his book. Another hand that’s not letting go, even though Stiles has already clearly and unambiguously grabbed it by the spine and isn’t letting go, either.

Stiles turns his head incredulously to get a look at this usurper, and it’s Derek Hale. As in, made-of-muscles, leather-wearing lacrosse captain Derek Hale.

Until this moment, Stiles wasn’t even sure Derek could read, and now he’s trying to steal Stiles’ obscure eight-hundred-page fantasy novel. What.

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Wrong Taxi (Part 1)

Summary: You get into an already occupied taxi and what ensues can only be bad luck. (Done for Kait’s 5k AU Writing Challenge).

Word Count: 2,757

Warnings: Drinking. Throwing up. 

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble series, but it is definitely not lol. I hope you all enjoy this first part. It’s gonna be a fun ride :D

Originally posted by dolorioushaze


The heartache was more than you could have ever foreseen. You were blissfully unaware of how much value you had placed on your relationship with your now-ex boyfriend. It was a slap in the face when he broke up with you and you found yourself crying in a bathroom stall at work. Cursing at yourself, you wiped your eyes with the coarse toilet paper, hissing at the sting it caused on the sensitive skin. Kleenex did a much better job, but the box was currently sitting on your desk, which was in the middle of the vast office you worked at. And the last thing you wanted was wandering eyes and gossips flowing around the office with you in the center of it all.

Blowing your nose, you groaned and buried your face in your hands. Expletives ricocheted back and forth inside your brain, almost all of them directed at your former boyfriend, but some of them were for yourself. You had been foolish, utterly and completely foolish. Thinking that he was as in love with you as you were with him, you had even asked him to move in the previous week. He had just smiled at you and told you he’d think about it.

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types of star wars bloggers you find on tumblr
  • Big Name Bloggers (Type A): Canon url. Only make their own posts when it’s to be critical of something. Kinda rude. Complains about the popular fandom memes. Probably made a lot of original content to get where they are today but now doesn't do much. Overrated.
  • Big Name Bloggers (Type B): Also canon url. Seems intimidating but are actually really cool. Been here forever. Makes really funny shitposts and memes occasionally. Always on the right side of the discourse. Answers a ton of helpful asks. A lot of lesbians.
  • B-listers: may or may not have a canon url. If they do, they’re probably hoarding it. Run in very tight circles of friends who post similar content. Responsible for most of the memes and shitposts in the fandom. Host a lot of streams. Run all the ship and character appreciation weeks and have a ton of sideblogs. Prisoners of this fandom who will never leave.
  • Edits and Fanart Cryptids: Make amazing gifsets and edits, or fan art so beautiful it belongs in a museum. Posts almost exclusively that. You know almost nothing about them, and freak out when you realize they’re only like 15 years old. Really sweet people who never start drama.
  • Reylos and Kyluxers: A lot of people who weren’t star wars fans until TFA came out. The reason you never go in the tags. If you’re lucky, you sometimes forget they exist, until they start drama over something awful.
  • Good TFA Fans: A lot of people under 18. Responsible for the majority of fan art and fics in the fandom. Read all the comics. Most have <1000 followers. A lot of finnpoe shippers. Seasonal sw bloggers who become parts of other fandoms during the off-season.
  • OT Purists (Type A): Lawful evil. No one’s sure why they’re even on tumblr because it seems like they’re just here to complain about things. Literally do not know how to make their own posts. Constantly derails other people’s posts with dumb comments. Have <100 followers. Straight women in their 30s. Don’t understand fandom memes.
  • OT Purists (Type B): Lawful good. Make intelligent text posts. Lots of character meta. Has their own preferences but stay in their lane. Good source for old behind-the-scenes stuff and trivia. Luke Skywalker Defense Squad.
  • Uncritical Prequel Stans: Either an obikin or an anidala. Some version of “anakin” in their url. Takes themselves too seriously. Really good at making gifs and memes. Probably has you blocked.
  • TCW/Rebels Fans: The part of the fandom with the least discourse. Love Ahsoka and very protective of the clones. Tons of rarepairs. Good people for the most part.
  • Rogue One Masochists: Still not over rogue one and cry about it daily. Frustrated that the rest of the fandom seems to have moved on. Lots of fic-writers. Tight-knit communities.
  • The Shitposters: Either have 5,000 or 12 followers, you really can't tell. You don't know what the fuck is going on on their blog 90% of the time. Post erratically. Have tight circles of friends they shitpost with. Responsible for whatever the meme of the week is.

jadednormality  asked:

Is there any specific reason your work features almost exclusively female characters? It was just something I noticed and was wondering if it was a statement or just had to do with inspiration. Thank you!

Who, me?! 

Well that’s easy! I paint women all the time because I love them. Women are majestic, beautiful creatures and if I could paint them all day every day I’d be totally okay with that. 

Much longer answer: 

I paint them because it’s what I’m drawn to. It’s not an active decision, it’s just what I want to draw whenever I pick up a pen. My art passions are so intrinsically tied with painting women that I could never separate the two. They are the center of my gravitational art universe, if you will.

It never started out as a statement. I still paint them now for all those exact same reasons, but there is definitely a feminist element to it now that I’m older. I still have so much to work on and I’m slowly pushing towards a much broader spectrum of the types of women I paint (more free time, please!) I love my childhood inspirations so much, but a lot of them only touched on a very narrow window of female representation.

I had a comment on one of my paintings once that has stuck with me ever since: “She’s given as much respect as a male character would be given. Thank you.” I could never bring myself to reply to this comment because a part of it just made me want to cry? I’m not articulate enough to really explain my thought process here but: I never start a painting with those kind of intentions. To me it should just be the norm that characters are given the same respect regardless of gender, but it’s not. We’re not there yet. 

I want to paint women with stories. With histories and regrets and triumphs and problems and passions. I paint beautiful characters, because women are beautiful, but I hope the fact that I’m always thinking about these things comes across at least. I’m all about women owning their sexuality as well, but I think you need only glance at my gallery to see I use it sparingly. And on the rare occasion when I do paint scantily clad women - it’s still not the focus? I like for it to fit, and to make sense, and to not just be there for the sake of it?!

I’m officially rambling now, but yes. There is a tiny cheerleader in my brain chanting ‘paint the ladies.’ 

What a feeling.

I don’t really know what prompted this but I just wanted to write about Peter Parker so here you go! I am currently accepting one-line sentence prompts for Peter Parker too (not just necessarily Peter though) so if you have any you want me to attempt to write, send it in and I’ll write a (short) drabble for it! (this is in lieu of Not in that, you aren’t reaching almost 500 likes! Thank you for the support, everyone!)


Originally posted by koenigreus

“Morning, Ned,” A smile blossoms on your face when you spy your two school mates. “Morning, Peter.” You greet the teen you have grown to like more than just a friend. Ned smiles at you when you fall in step with the two of them while Peter, on the other hand, averts his gaze – he is looking at everywhere but you! – and you can see the tip of his ears turning red.

If anyone asks Peter what he liked the most about high school, his answer is probably this.

The few minutes he has before going to class where Peter gets to see you and have a conversation with you. (Or at least, attempts to try and have a conversation with you – he just stutters too much and turns in to a mess whenever he tries to do so). 

And in case people might still get confused, yes, Peter Parker has a massive crush on you. But all of that stuttering and turning in to a giant mess is going to end today.

Peter clears his throat, glancing at you briefly with a small, shy smile on his face. “Morning, Y/N.” Peter can see Ned looking at him with a proud expression and he clears his throat once more, looking away from Ned’s gaze and looking at you. “How are you today?”

The smile on your face seems to grow bigger and Peter almost feels blinded by how bright it is too. “I am feeling fine.” You bite on your lower lip before glancing at Peter. The fact that he seems to be willing to have a conversation with you today makes you feel happy. “How about you?” You ask Peter, stepping closer to him because the amount of people still walking around in the hallway is just too much.

“Yeah, yeah, feeling good.” Peter answers you and you nod your head at Peter’s answer. The two of them continue to walk you all the way to your locker, chatting quietly among themselves.

You pause in front of your locker, causing Peter and Ned to pause too. “You know, I had a dream last night.” You open your locker to take out the books you required for your classes today and close the door after shoving all of your books in your bag.

“Yeah?” Ned prompts. Peter is still staring at you, looking a tad bit wary at what you are about to say.

“Yeah, it was actually a dream about you.” You stare at Peter causing the latter to widen his eyes as he takes a step back, stumbling slightly. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from grinning completely.

“What, what, I, huh?” Peter swallows the sudden lump in his throat. “I mean, what was it about?” He is staring you with those beautiful brown eyes of his and you almost feel bad about teasing him like this but you finally have had enough of him playing tug of war with you and your feelings (though you can’t really fault him on this part - it really takes two to tango).

“You finally asked me out and I said yes.”

Ned’s jaw drops at your bluntness while Peter freezes momentarily. You stare at him patiently, waiting for Peter to come to terms with what you have just said. The moment is cut short when the school bell rings.

“I’m going to have to go to class now but…” You trail off before deciding to do it anyways because why the heck not. So you lean forward to press your lips against Peter’s cheek and it almost makes you giddy at how warm his cheek feels and how he had stiffened at the contact too as he stares at you in shock. “See you later, Peter.” You whisper to him before turning to wave at Ned who dumbly wave back at you as you head towards your class.

Peter feels incredibly frazzled and flustered. He turns to look at Ned who is looking at him with a smug expression, chuckling at the turn of events. Ned knows how much you had liked Peter – the two of you would occasionally share a few conversations where you inevitably end up gushing about Peter – and he also knows that Peter harbors feelings for you too. So this is really nice.

Peter’s face splits in to the largest grin anyone has ever seen and suddenly, Peter feels like he can spend the rest of the day with a smile on his face, excited for recess to come for he really wants to properly ask you out on a date now!

anonymous asked:

Makeup artist grantaire, maybe stage/theater

Listen: Grantaire as a makeup artist in the fashion industry.

All the creators WANT HIM because he’s so talented at what he does. He’s totally against that “hide people’s flaws behind makeup like a mask” bullshit. Grantaire sees beauty and magnifies it. Fashion designers call him the Michelangelo of make up and fight over who will manage to get him to work for them.

Grantaire has been working with Jehan lately, a new upcoming designer in the ashion industry, who impresses everybody with their bold choices, colour patterns and fabric associations. Everything Jehan was called weird for wearing before is now trendy and visionary. Plus, Jehan defies expectations by breaking gender barriers and working with models who don’t fit the runway’s standards.

So Grantaire goes to work one day, and there’s this new model who’s just started working with Jehan. Rumour has it he used to work with Dior and Yves Saint Laurent, but he ended his contract to work with Jehan, because their beliefs aligned perfectly. His name is Enjolras, and Grantaire is convinced he’s seen him on billboards before. But that was nothing compared to reality.

Grantaire has never seen someone that breath-takingly beautiful before. The new model’s divine, in an actually god-like way. Grantaire tries to keep it cool and shakes his hand, invites him to sit, the way things are usually done, but his throat has gone completely dry.

They’re here to determine which makeup style suits Enjolras best. It’s the standard procedure when a new model is hired. As ever, Grantaire tries to cover his nervousness but thinking out loud and talking, so the two of them end up having a conversation revolving mainly about makeup. Grantaire’s almost done when Enjolras asks him:

“So why did you choose to become makeup artist?”

Grantaire shrugs.

“I guess when you’re fuck ugly you just want to compensate by making something beautiful.”

That kind of answer usually weird people out. But Enjolras simply looks at him, all gold and eyeliner, glitter shining on his lips:

“You have beautiful eyes.”

Grantaire’s heart skips a beat. He does not fall in love so much as he plunges head first into it