the little things make me smile

When you get this, please reply with five things that make you happy, then send it to the ten last people in your notifications! <3 (No forcing, only if you want to, either way I hope you had a good day!)             

Whew, okay, this one I can answer:-)

Happy things….

Traveling: I love to go new places and have adventures and experience new cultures. It’s stressful a little too at first but once I am there at my destination I feel so alive and happy.

Climbing along a rocky ocean shore: Collecting rocks and sea glass, the briny ocean wind fresh and wild blowing by me as the gulls sing high in the air.

Music: Music has the ability to create emotion. It can make you grieve, or it can scare you in just a few tinkling notes. It can also make you smile as the notes trip along brightly.

Stationary stores especially Japanese ones: I adore blank books and pens and pencils. I look at them and see so much opportunity for creativity, the blank books just waiting to be drawn in.

Fall: The still warm sun shining through a rainbow of multicolored leaves. The air smells fresh with only a hint of the cold to come. The season for apples and cider and long walks through leaf littered trails in the waning light of the day.

Someone recently asked me “do you see yourself years down the road with the same girl you are with now?” Without hesitation I quickly responded with “fuck yes”. They asked me to explain how but I just smiled and shook my head. But all I could think of was how she talks about me like I put stars in the sky. How one kiss, one touch from her and I feel like I’m flying. It’s the way my body aches when hers is just a little too far away. It’s the way her presence is the only thing that seems to calm my entire soul. How her smile, her laugh could take any bad moment and turn it into something worth while. It’s how her beauty is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. The way she makes me feel can be compared to the way kids feel when they are told they are going to Disney. Full of butterflies, full of excitement, full of anticipation. That’s how loving her feels like. So when someone asks if I can see myself with her in the future I’ll just smile and nod because for the first time thinking about a future with someone doesn’t come across as terrifying to me. A future with her feels calm, it feels right. I’m not much of a believer of soul mates but I do believe that our souls were meant to cross paths for a reason and I’ll spend forever finding out why.
—  this love was worth the wait
If somebody tells me that the sky is green, and I believe it to be blue, I don’t need to argue with them, prove myself right by making them wrong, or call them names, I just walk away from that conversation with the newfound knowledge that to some people the sky looks green. That’s all. The blueness of my sky is not at all jeopardized by how green someone else perceives it to be. Imagine how much easier life would be if we stopped fighting about every little thing. Loosen your grip, smile, it’s all okay. All of it.
—  Timber Hawkeye
Broken Heart

Originally posted by jeffatkinsimagines

The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.

(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.

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So, I get that that ending bit was supposed to be like “there’s a little bit of Ashi out there in the world even though she’s gone” and all that.  I get the logistics and where it was coming from!  

On one hand that’s sort of driving the “good things/people can come out of the worst situations” point home (Aku is the worst thing to happen to the planet but without his existence Ashi wouldn’t exist, etc, etc). 

On the OTHER hand…

That ending could have used just one or two more scenes.  

Bear with me for a moment, okay!  It’s late, I’m sad Ashi didn’t make it through the finale - just let me have this.


So, picture this:

The Ashi Jack knew disappeared during their wedding.  Leaving a grieving Jack, back in his own time with his old family and friends, but still sad.  He sits by that tree, somber.  Suddenly, a little ladybug flies up to him, he stares at it a moment before smiling.  He looks out over the hills as the sun shines on him and the tree he’s under.  The lighting is warm and it’s a strong callback to another scene we saw in the first episode of the season:

All of these are meant to represent Ashi.

Okay?  That’s the scene we saw already.

Now, picture this:

The camera pans out on Jack, and that’s the last we see of him. It’s not mentioned, but he knows in some way or form, Ashi survived.

Then we get a glimpse of the alternate timeline, a future without Aku.

In it, we see some familiar faces - but the entire timeline has obviously been altered.  We see some glimpses of the Scottsman’s daughters - some of them are keeping the ancient battle traditions alive - some of them are builders and engineers.  We see humans and some aliens in a big city. We catch a glimpse of the talking dogs running a museum to educate their kids about their ancestors.  We see a whole lot of things.

And then finally, we catch a glimpse of a young woman with dark hair. Enjoying a walk through a park, listening to birds chirping in the trees.  She gets to the top of a hill just in time to see the sunset.  The tree she’s under is illuminated a soft rosy pink.  The sun shines out over the hills around her, and she breathes in deeply - feeling an undeniable sense of peace.

Finally we see her face - this is Ashi, only in this NEW timeline she wasn’t created by Aku’s magic and a cultist (this time she and her sisters were created by two humans, surprise!).  But she’s still Ashi.  And this Ashi gets to live the life she always deserved to have.  

12x21: A Scene Rewrite

    a/n:  I haven’t even watched it buuuuuuuut I’m pretty sure this is better.

     DEAN:  Sam, we got a letter from Eileen. 

     SAM:  A letter? Why didn’t she call or text?

     DEAN: It says she was scared the Brits were after her but she’d find a safe place. She left a trail in Ireland that should keep them looking for her there. Says she’ll see us soon if everything goes okay Down Under. 

[DEAN looks at SAM quizzically.

     DEAN:  Does she know anyone in Australia? 

     SAM: …I think I know where she is. 

[SAM and DEAN enter the Bunker. A pool of blood leads just around the corner of the war room. SAM and DEAN pull their weapons and ease around the corner to see the body of TONI BEVELL with a dagger in her chest. SAM runs to the kitchen to find KETCH slumped over the table, dead.]

     EILEEN: Welcome home, boys.

[EILEEN flexes her hand, the Enochian brass knuckles on her fingers. She puts down a cup of coffee. Her hair is down and wet, like she’d just had a relaxing shower.]

     EILEEN: Hoped it would be okay if I crashed here for a while. You had some visitors, but I took care of them. 

[SAM rushes her and hugs her like he’s never going to let go. He smiles because her hair smells like his shampoo.] 

     EILEEN: Sam. I’m fine. 

[SAM’s eyes well up with tears.]

     SAM: I know. Of course you are. 

[SAM cradles EILEEN’s head in his hand and continues to embrace her. He starts to rock slowly. DEAN smiles at EILEEN and gives a little wave before walking out of the room.]  

anonymous asked:

Tony dressed in cute clothes with soft make-up is just the greatest thing ever, Its one of the many reasons why I love your non binary Tony so much.

!!! I’m so glad you like my nb Tony too, anon! I get super excited whenever someone writes/draws/mentions non binary Tony so this was a happily surprising ask to receive :D 

While I do draw them in cute clothes, I don’t purposely think about make-up. It just appears that way, I guess? haha 

Here’s my attempt at a little eye make-up!

When you look at me, I feel like I can’t breathe. When your lips curl into that smirk of yours, I feel like I could die. Anything you do makes me melt. Even the little things like smiling at me in the hallway. God, I love everything about you.
—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #7
Devoid Of Color - Smut

Originally posted by multihxe

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 4,170
AN: This was an anon request for a Soulmate AU where you didn’t see colors until you met your soulmate. I hope I did this justice because Soulmate AU’s are my FAVORITE. Love ya’ll, let me know what you think!

Title taken from Halsey’s Colors. The Veselka and Space Billiards are real places in NYC. You’re welcome.


If there was anything you wanted more in life, it was to meet your soulmate. As strange as it sounds, meeting your soulmate was a top priority in everyone’s life, because you needed to meet them in order to see color. The world was just a drab mixture of blacks and greys before that. Your mother had explained it to you once when you were small, that color would wash over your vision slowly, dull and drab, but still there. It was only when you got to know them more that the colors would become brighter, streaks of red and blue and yellow lighting up the world in full HD.

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Alarm Bells Ringing / Jeff Atkins

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The moment Jeff saw you making your way down the hall towards him, he knew something was wrong. He noticed straight away that the smile you offered him just before you reached him was not genuine. Though he became more concerned with you when you greeted him with a kiss.

You had been dating for almost six months and never had you once initiated a kiss so publicly-you much preferred to keep your relationship private. You were shy and hated attention, you even tended to shift away from your boyfriend when he tried to hold your hand around others so this abrupt change in behaviour definitely took him off guard. 

He froze as your lips met his.

It only lasted a few seconds and when you pulled away you couldn’t stop the small giggle that left you as you took in his expression. 

“You okay there?” you asked, amusement filling your features. 

Jeff snapped out of his daze and quickly shut his locker before addressing you so you could have his full attention, “Should I be asking you that?” he countered. 

He noticed the slight hesitation that passed over your face, the subtle change in posture. You only shook your head as you leant against the locker beside his, “I’m good,” you insisted, not realising Jeff had caught your lie. “We should head to class,” you suggested, “the bell will be going soon.”

Jeff sighed, not wanting to push you on the matter and deciding to wait until you wanted to open up to him, he agreed. 

He almost jumped in surprise as you slid your hand in his and held him close to your side. As worried as he had become, Jeff had to smile. 

Granted he was concerned, but it was hard for him to not take advantage of the rare occurrence. 

Jeff pressed a kiss against the top of your head as they walked down the corridor, a warm feeling igniting within him as you smiled up at him rather than shield yourself away. 


After school, Jeff met up with Clay as usual but his mind was somewhere else. Something Clay noticed rather quickly. “What’s up?” he questioned, placing his pen on the table.

Jeff ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t even know,” he groaned. “Something’s up with (Y/N) today and she hasn’t spoken to me about it…she’s acting different and I don’t want to bring it up just in case it makes her push me away.”

Clay leant back in his chair, “Look,” he said. “Usually you give me the relationship advice,” he laughed, “and I know I’m kind of useless when it comes to this, but it’s (Y/N),” he stated, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jeff demanded on the defensive. 

Clay smiled to reassure his friend that he meant no offence, “I’m just saying, she’ll come to you when she’s ready. You know better than anyone that sometimes she just needs some time to herself to process things before she can talk about them.”

Jeff slowly nodded, “I guess. But did you see the way she was today?” he asked, in which Clay shook his head in reply. “I just want to help her…” he whispers. “I’m just really worried.”

“Speak of the devil,” Clay said quietly, his focus on something, someone behind Jeff.

He turned around and found you heading their way. Jeff smiled as his girlfriend sat herself in the seat beside him. “Hey Clay,” you greet. 

He raised his hand to wave his hello before picking up the discarded piece of work he was reading over to give you and Jeff a moment. 

You take hold of Jeff’s left hand and move his arm closer to you, hugging it against your chest as you rest your head on your spare arm against the table. Letting out a small yawn, your eyes slowly closed. 

See, Jeff mouthed to Clay who had looked over at them in curiosity. He merely shrugged and went back to reading. 

Jeff shifted in his seat and moved his right arm towards you and began moving the hair out of your face that had fallen down when you had laid down. Your smile made Jeff’s heart quicken. 

He stopped himself from asking what was wrong as his hand stopped moving on the top of her head, resting amongst your hair. 

Movement from across from him caused Jeff to look up at Clay who had stood from his seat, “Where are you going?” he asked, their session no where near done.

“Your somewhere else at the moment and I don’t think you will be able to focus until you know what you want to,” he told him sympathetically. “I’ll see you around, you know where I am if you need something.”

Jeff thanked his friend and watched as he walked away, finally turning back to you as you mumbled a quiet apology.

“It’s not your fault,” he assured her.

You lazily opened your eyes, peering up at him-you took in his expression. “Your a horrible liar,” you informed him. He let out a small laugh at her words but didn’t speak. “You shouldn’t worry about me,” she told him.

“I can’t help it.”

Your smile only grew and Jeff ran his fingers down your cheek. “I know what’s been going through your head all day,” you continued, closing your eyes again as his soft touch relaxed you. “But you really shouldn’t have worried. I’m sorry for not talking to you earlier about it.”

“Don’t apologise,” he insisted.

“You’re too sweet,” you sighed happily, wondering how you were so lucky to have him. “But really, I was just feeling a little down today. Nothing happened, I’m just…not entirely feeling like myself. But I’ll be better when I’ve had a good rest, I think.”

Jeff hesitated before responding, “That doesn’t really explain why you’ve been so…” he trailed off, not sure how to word what he wanted to say.

She chuckled, gripping his hand tighter, “You make me happy,” she said easily. “Being around you just makes everything better.”

That warm feeling inside of him returned and Jeff was beaming, “I do, huh?” he grinned. If Jeff could have seen your eyes, he was certain you would have rolled them. 

“I noticed something today,” she frowned, continuing their conversation. “Something else I should probably apologise for.”

Now Jeff was frowning, “What is it?”

“I realised how little I show you that I love you.” 

Jeff scoffed, moving his arm out of your hold and forcing you to sit up. Your eyes lock on his and there was disbelief in them, “Are you kidding me?” he asked. “You think that just because you don’t hold my hand in school or want to kiss me around these people that I can’t tell that you love me?”

You were confused, not understanding his point.

“(Y/N),” he groaned, gripping your chin between his fingers gently so you were still looking at him. “You show me how much you love me each time you look me in the eyes and each time you smile across the room, the love you express through the little things…that’s what matters. That’s what makes my heart race and my head go cloudy. I don’t need you to kiss me every time you see me or tell me in words you love me every other hour of the day. Okay?”

You nodded slowly, taking in his words.

“I love that our moments-are our moments. And that only I get to see that side of you. Don’t get me wrong, I loved how you were today just like how I love you are every other day. I love you. Every part of you and you shouldn’t be thinking that it’s not enough. Because you’re more than enough.”

Your hands grip his shoulders and you tug him towards you, kissing him like you had never done before in public, suddenly grateful that the library was relatively empty. Jeff’s hands found their way around your waist as yours trailed along his chest and down his sides-the kiss never once breaking. 

Finally pulling apart, you smiled shyly, leaving one hand on his hip as the other made its way to the side of his face. “I love you, too,” you whispered. “And thank you.”

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I NEED a BLURB ABOUT HOLDING HARRY BC HE is sad about his performance and you comfort him pleaseeee

Here you go, have some fluff :)


Saturday Night

He was nervous.

He didn’t want me or anyone else to know he was, but I could tell. And who wouldn’t be? It was his first performance in over a year, and his first ever as a solo artist. I would have been nothing but a ball of nerves if it were me. He’d paced back and forth in the green room, spreading his fingers out as far as they would go, bringing them back into a fist over and over again, repeating the cycle each time he’d make it to the other end of the room and turn around on his heels.

I’d sat quietly on the sofa, nibbling on the display of fruit and crackers that sat in the middle of the coffee table. I was nervous too, but I said nothing unless it was to reply to a question, giving him the most space I possibly could. I’d asked him earlier if he would rather I took a seat in the audience, but he assured me he wanted me backstage, waiting for his return. Though he never expressed why exactly, I took it to mean he wanted me to be there for him, for him to see my face and perhaps share an embrace after he’d walked off stage, and I took comfort in that.

I’d watched his first performance on the monitor in the green room, sitting on the edge of my seat, my hands tucked underneath my thighs as I bit my bottom lip. By the end of the song, I’d felt my eyes well up, quickly wiping them away with the back of my hand before he saw. I could tell as soon as he walked in that he was less than pleased with himself. He’d missed a couple of notes, his voice raspier than usual from all the practicing, and once he’d even had to drop a word at the end of the phrase due to lack of air. I knew he had to be mentally scolding himself. But I’d thought it was flawless. He’d done it. He was Harry Styles, rockstar.

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fic: Of Sunsets and Swings

title: of sunsets and swings

genre: reality/tiniest bit of angst if you squint

word count: 2300

description: a little getaway cements an idea they’ve had for a while now and brings a sense of relief they never expected to feel. (ft. mother lester, some jetlag and a couple of swings)

“I find some irony in being in a kid’s park while we make this very grown-up decision.”

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Bear: Stuart Twombly x Reader

Pairing: Stuart Twombly x Reader 

 A/N: This is my first reader insert. This is also the first smut that I’ve done on here so bear with me. I also feel like the story line was all over the place, so I apologize in advance. Also, I apologize for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes as I’ve procrastinated really hard on this, starting this in like early April and not finishing it until 1:30 in the morning today, and I am way too tired to proof read. 

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Warning: NSFW 18+

Word count: 4,814

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Originally posted by prettiestcaptain

Stuart’s POV 

 How do you deal with having a crush on the hottest girl in the office? Be a complete asshole and ignore her all the time, of course. Admittedly not my best decision, but it’s kept me from fucking her in front our co-workers, so that’s something, right? And I can’t help it. It’s not my fault that she could literally be wearing a paper bag and I’d still get a hard on. The way her jeans hug her curves and the shirts that make her look sophisticated, yet sexy at the same time. Or when she wears these cute little sun-dresses and sandals that make her legs look amazing. It can make any man fall to his knees. And to make matters worse, I was her supervisor. 

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“But it’s your birthday, Katie. Are you sure you don’t-”

“I’m really not in the mood for a party this year, mom. I just… want to spend time with my family.”

They usually ate in the kitchen these days, because the dining room always felt too empty. Colleen leaned over the island counter and Pidge met her mother’s hug halfway.


This time last year, every window in the Holt household was dark. If you’d gone inside, you would’ve found the living room couch to be made up as a bed, maybe big enough for two. And if you’d gone upstairs, you would’ve seen the door to the master bedroom shut and a door covered in Garrison stickers locked. 

There also wouldn’t have been anyone home, because the Holt family (at least, what was left of them) was out stargazing from the top of Pidge’s favorite hill. The three of them, Pidge, Colleen, and Gunther, huddled close together under the same blanket, telescope in between them and pointed up at the sky. Maybe they had a picnic, or a late night stack, and their dirty dishes were piled off to the side. Pidge excitedly chattered on about a constellation as she helped her mother carefully, reverently, set out two empty plates where they would have sat.

When Colleen settled back down, she had a single, tiny cupcake cupped in her hands. The rosy glow of the candle flickered over both of their faces, a little bit of light under the universe.

“Make a wish, Katie,” Colleen said, and in that moment things felt like before. Pidge smiled, cuddling Gunther closer as he wiggled his head through the crook of her arm. 

‘Please,’ she thought, as she closed her eyes and leaned forward. ‘Please let me find them.’