the things i choose to gif


“I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.” (k.w)

So the blogs hit 26k which is something I never imagined happening ever! It’s amazing to have such support behind my writing, but also to see you guys caring so much about each other and me! You’re a wonderful follower community and you’re always so lovely and supportive!

So in honour of the 26k I decided to do a fan stuff contest.

The basic premise of the fan-art and fan-fiction or better yet fan-creation contest is that you guys make anything that relates to me or something i’ve written. It could be a drawing of me, a piece about the Angela and Charlotte Hogwarts AU, a drawing for a series i’ve written etc. As long as relates to me or something i’ve written or the blog then it counts! 

It can be written, drawn, hand made, an edit, etc. if you make it whether it’s a gif set or a drawing then it counts. Winners will not be chosen on skill so much as concept, you don’t have to be an amazing artist with 50 years under your belt, as long as the concepts something I like, something that makes me smile then you have a chance of winning. 


  • Must be following the blog, I will check
  • Must have your ask box open so I can contact you if you win
  • What you enter must be your own work 
  • You’ll be entered once no matter how many things you put in, but obviously more things might mean I choose your stuff simply because I see more of your stuff.
  • Winners will be chosen on what makes me smile, what I like, but all entries winners or not will be beautiful and just because you don’t win doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy what you did!
  • Please naturally be respectful with what you choose to do, if you’re not sure if something will upset me then ask before you do it

How to enter?

To enter either place the item in my submit box telling me it’s for the contest, send it to the email with your tumblr url ( telling me it’s for the contest, or tag the blog and tag the post with #ioeffancreationcontest letting me know it’s for the contest! 


  1. 2 first place winners will receive fully drawn bust drawings by me of either themselves, a character, a friend etc. and a short drabble writing of their choice, it could be readerxcharacter, characterxcharacter, etc. 
  2. 4 second place winners will receive coloured bust sketches by me of either themselves, a character, a friend, etc. 
  3. 6 third place winners will receive a colourless sketch bust of a character, themselves, a friend, etc.

Everyone who enters will see their pieces reblogged, added, submited on the blog and put into the 26kfollowerscontest tag and will get to see my prise + comments and seeing your lovely creations. 

End date: 

The contest will end and winners will be chosen May 8th 2017 to give you all enough time to do things, decide if you want to enter, but also as i’m back home over Easter for a month this means you’re not waiting for me do prizes until I come back.

I can’t wait to see all the awesome things you guys make and thank you all for the support! 26,000 followers is amazing and I love you and am proud of you all!!

Examples of my art:


get to know me: favorite male characters [1/5]

↳ Donald Ressler, The Blacklist

Funny thing, you know, I used to be a real boy scout. Strictly by the book, followed all the rules. Then this thing happens, my fiance, she gets killed, murdered right in front of me. The guy who did it, the only way I could get him was to forget all the rules. It was a real crossroads for me. I had to choose which path to take. The thing is, I think it’s real important for you to know the path I took, there wasn’t any rules. And the thing I realized, was that sometimes that’s okay. Like when some greasy Russian starts murdering my friends.

Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part B)

A/N: Part 2B, yo! I know I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger, but here it is; the notebook. 💕 (I’ve decided to make this my regular time to post now, just to catch the time zones.) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A)

Chris Evans, if you are reading this then I somehow managed to get this notebook to you on my graduation day. I don’t know if you’ll read the whole thing, or if you’ll read this first page and throw it away thinking I’m absolutely insane. I don’t know because as much as I’d like to think I know you, I don’t and I don’t know if I’ll ever be lucky enough to. So let me just give you a quick rundown on what’s in this notebook, or what I’m planning to write in it.

Chris could hear your voice when he read your words; he could always hear your voice, and it always made him smile. He couldn’t believe that you’d think he’d throw away the notebook after reading just the first page. Whether or not he knew who you were- he would’ve let his curiosity take hold of him and read the whole thing from cover to cover. After that, he’d find you because if he fell for you through your mini series- he would’ve fallen for you through your innermost thoughts and feelings. He stopped thinking and continued reading, letting your voice speak to him again.

I guess I should introduce myself first to make this a little less weird. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m- well, I’ll be twenty-two when you read this, but I am currently nineteen. As I’m writing this, I’ve got my acceptance letter into UCLA in front of me; I’ll be starting my first semester in January and I’m both terrified and excited to start this part of my life. The reason I’m telling you all this is because you are the reason I applied for UCLA in the first place. Without you, I would still be stuck in my comfort zone a million miles away from where I want to be. Without you, I wouldn’t have done what scared me. Without you, I wouldn’t be one step closer to fulfilling my dream of being a screenwriter. Whether or not you choose to read this whole thing, I want you to know how grateful I am towards you. I need you know how thankful I am for helping me move along in life. I promise that my first Oscar will be dedicated to you and everything you didn’t know you’ve done for me.

Chris rested the notebook page down on his lap and he ran a hand over his mouth as he fought the urge to tear up. Every time you thanked him for helping you get to and through UCLA, he got teary eyed because you were always so genuine with your gratefulness and appreciation. Now he accepted the thanks that helped you get through UCLA because he was there for you; he was your friend, then boyfriend, then fiancé while you were studying. But he didn’t even know you when you applied and got accepted, you could thank him all you want but he’d never claim the credit for helping you. He didn’t understand how- no matter how much you tried to explain it to him, he still believed he was just one of the pieces. Like with or without him, you would’ve eventually done something with your talent and gone to UCLA anyway. Every time he said that, you had to fight the urge to show him the notebook. You needed him to know everything so he’d stop brushing you off and crediting you for something that wouldn’t have happened without him.

He picked the notebook back up and continued to read.

Let’s see, the journey starts with my gap year. I took a gap year after I graduated from high school, unlike most of my class and school mates who knew exactly what they wanted to do and where they wanted to go. I had no clue, and when people asked me what I wanted to do- I found myself lying. I told everyone what they wanted and expected from me, but it made me feel like a fraud. I tried to find myself- to find a path I wanted to walk, but I always came up empty. As a kid when I found myself feeling lost or alone, I turned to writing because when I wrote- I could be whoever and do whatever I wanted. I could hide behind my words, drift off into a place far from everyone else- far from myself. I didn’t have to think or pretend because nothing bad happened in my stories, it was always perfect. Writing was an escape for me, it was my safe haven. And that, Chris, was where you came into play.

He loved the story of how you started writing about him, as did Sebastian and Ava. Why? Because you only started writing about him because you were writing about Sebastian and wanted to have a little bit of a love triangle happening. It was incredibly amusing and it was something he- and everyone loved teasing you about. But of course, the reason behind why you stopped writing about Sebastian and started writing about Chris and only Chris as your main love interest- that was too sweet to let even the hilarity of how you started ruin it. You said, and he could easily quote it because it was one of his favorite things ever, “the more I wrote about you, the less I wrote about Sebastian and the harder I fell for someone I didn’t know. You were perfect, Chris Evans. To me, for me- I couldn’t write about anyone else anymore.”

The notebook thoroughly explained everything, it said it all; how great an inspiration he was to you, how talented you thought he was, how much you’d love to work with him one day, and how much you truly loved him- but that came near the end after you started dating him. It was basically a journal, but instead of talking to yourself- you spoke to him. It became less formal and more casual as your relationship with him progressed, it became moments he missed that you wanted him to have and anecdotes of how you knew he was the one for you.

A personal favorite- of his and yours- a moment that secure feelings on both sides, that promised a possible lifetime together actually happened before the two of you dated. The day you skipped class and spent it with him, at Burbank and the Dolby Theater. It could’ve been considered a first date, except you went as friends, but it was still one of the most memorable days you’ve had together. It said so in your notebook, and even told him that was the moment you knew you’d fallen for him. Like actually fell- not as a fan, but as a girl who wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with a boy.

I just returned home after spending the day with you in Burbank and at the Dolby Theater, Chris, and I’m going to write everything that happened down now. I’m not doing this because I’m afraid we’ll forget it, I’m doing this because I want you to know exactly when I fell for you; today. Not you as in actor, Chris Evans. I meant you as in Chris Evans, the guy I always believed you were. The more time I spend with you, the more I realize how accurate I was about everything. You are as kind, as thoughtful, as sweet, and definitely as romantic as Fan fic Chris. I don’t know if we’ll ever be something more than just friends, but this is a feeling I want to share with you. I love you. I am in-love with you. To me- you are the one, and- Have you heard that song ‘One and Only’ by the Adele? Well, when I listen to that- I think of us, and more importantly how I feel about you. Now I know you’re not completely oblivious to my affections; you are a smart man, and you’ve read my mini-series. But until you tell me otherwise, I won’t be acting on anything. I can’t lose you as a friend, and I’d rather have you in my life than not have you at all.

Chris felt this eyes narrow slightly, 'One and Only’ by Adele. Had he heard it before? He didn’t know if he should continue reading, or listen to the song before he did. He was curious about both. He decided to continue reading first, he was already nearing the end. The last few entries detailed: the day after you got together, the trip to Boston, the rough patch, the proposal, the long weekend, and even the dinner you two had with Sebastian and Ava. He smiled when he read about the play fight you had out on the grass under the stars. He was glad you loved that moment as much as he did, that you thought it was worthy of being mentioned.

When all was read, he closed the notebook and hugged it to his chest. He was definitely going to keep this in a safe, safe place where no one but him could get to. He felt closer to you, and he fell deeper in-love with you. He didn’t have a doubt before about marrying you, but this somehow made him even more sure about the future he had with you. Neither of you were going anywhere, this was going to work out until you were both old and gray. He was sure of it, as were those who’d seen the two of you together.

Chris carried the notebook with him as he made his way over to your clutch where your phone was. He pulled it out and searched for the song, 'One and Only’ by Adele. He found it, grabbed his earphones, then walked to sit back down in his original spot on the couch. He closed his eyes and allowed the music to engulf his thoughts and feelings.

You’ve been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it’s taken me so long
To let my doubts go
You’re the only one that I want

I don’t know why I’m scared, I’ve been here before
Every feeling, every word, I’ve imagined it all,
You never know if you never try
To forgive your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I’m worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove that I’m the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

If I’ve been on your mind
You hang on every word I say
Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close?
And have you tell me whichever road I choose you’ll go

I don’t know why I’m scared 'cause I’ve been h-

Chris pulled out his earphones before the song could finish, and boy were his tears rolling. If that was the song you thought about when you thought of him, he was overjoyed to have done what the song asked. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be as happy and felt as loved as he did when he was with you. He understood it now, understood how much you truly loved him and why you always thanked him for finding his way into your life. He placed both notebook and your phone down on the coffee table then headed upstairs because he needed to see you and reciprocate the great love you carried for him.

He wiped his tears as he opened his bedroom door, soon to be yours too. He stood in the doorway and watched you sleep with the help of the soft lights in the hallway. God, did he love you with everything he had. He was ready and wanting to start the life you’d both talked about extensively. He quietly padded across the room, shushing Dodger who whined as Chris gently pushed him off you. He leaned over you and gently tucked his arms under your body, lifting you off the mattress to press you against him for a warm hug. You stirred in his arms and he gently drew his head back to smile at you before kissing your forehead.

“What are you doing?” You groaned, tired and drunk. “Chris, stop,” you whined and pushed your palms against his chest; he chuckled softly and released you from his arms. “What are you doing?” You quizzed again, blinking at the light peeking in through the ajar door.

“Nothing,” he shook his head. You felt your head pound as you turned, burying your face into your pillow. He remained hovering over you then sat down beside your hip, running his hand soothingly up and down your back. “I just love you.”

“Love me in the morning,” you mumbled into the pillow then fell right back to sleep.

“No,” he whispered with a smile, readjusting your hair so it wouldn’t tangle with your necklace. “I think I’m okay sticking to my original plan to love you every second of every moment of the rest of my life.” He leaned over and kissed the back of your head, smiling when he remembered the last paragraph he read in your notebook.

Honestly, Chris. If I don’t become a success in Hollywood; if all I’m known for is being your wife and the mother of your children; if that is all I can achieve in this lifetime, and any lifetimes after, I’d be perfectly contented and at peace with myself. Why, you ask? Because, my love, that is the greatest accomplishment one can achieve: to love unconditionally and earn that in return. So don’t fret if I don’t complete my goal of becoming a screenwriter because you are all I need now.

“The feeling is mutual, Y/N.”

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Part 2C

Thanks to MIW, because they taught me a lesson… When you’re being nice to people, you can get a lot of shit from them, even without knowing it.

I remember, as I was trying to help my friend. All she did, was ignore my help.
Like a month after, she was trying to help me, or she thought it. I did the same thing.

Choose your friends carefully. They might be a different person than you think.

We don’t get to choose the things we naturally admire


Word count: 1230

Part 5

‘What the hell happened?’ You heard Damon ask Kai as you started waking up and lean on your elbows to see them better.

'He just came from behind her and stabbed her in the back.’ Kai said, running his fingers through his hair.

'Bonnie, you should control your boyfriend next time.’ You said quietly but everyone heard you loud and clear, making them turn around.

'I don’t think that’s an option.’ Bonnie said, sitting down on the couch beside you.
You both laughed, sighing deeply. You saw Kai walking towards the front door, taking his phone out. He answered but all you heard was 'hello’ and you didn’t want to intrude and ask him who was he talking to so you just looked towards Bonnie and continued your conversation with her. It didn’t last long because not long after Kai went outside, there was a thump noise right in front of the doors, so you quickly got up and went to check it out but all you saw when you opened the doors was Kai’s phone on the ground, still unlocked. You didn’t understand anything that happened and why would Kai disappear just like that. After a few seconds your phone buzzed so you took it out to check what it was. It was sent from an unknown number.

'Don’t try to find me. Unless you don’t want to see your precious boyfriend again.’

Enzo. You immediately knew it was him. Why the hell would he do this? First he hurt you and now Kai. Even though Kai had his own problems and yes he was one of those person who didn’t want to show their soft side or who is hard to understand, he didn’t deserve to die so now it was your turn to save his life just like he saved yours.
You took your jacket and your car keys, heading towards your car.

'Where the hell do you think you’re going?’ Bonnie yelled as she ran towards you and slammed the car doors shut.

'To save Kai.’ You said, opening them again.

'No, you’re not. Are you out of your freaking mind?’ Bonnie said, being seriously pissed off.

'Look, I know you had problems with Kai but I really don’t care what you guys think because this is my decision and I’ll do everything I can to save him.’ You said, getting into your car as you drove off, leaving Damon and Bonnie befuddled and unsure what to do.

You parked your car a couple of houses away from where Enzo was keeping Kai, walking as quiet as you could. You looked through one window and saw Kai tied down to a chair with a rope. Either he was unconcious or Enzo tortured him so much that he couldn’t even hold his head up. You went inside through the back door quietly, looking around to be sure there was no one around but deep down you knew Enzo was somehwere close, waiting for your arrival to trap you with Kai and maybe kill you at the end.

You walked into the room where Kai was tied up, kneeling in front of him.

'Kai?’ You whispered, your hands on his cheeks, lifting his head up a little bit. 'Wake up.’ He opened his eyes for a split second but closed them again.

'I’m gonna get you out of here.’ You untied his hands first. His wrists were wounded because of the rope that was stained with vervain. His wounds started healing immediately but he still seemed drugged. Enzo must’ve injected him with vervain to keep him out while he was gone. You then untied his legs, helping him stand up, you both started walking towards the doors, but Enzo suddenly appeared in front of you.

'Well, well, well, if it isn’t the girl I wanted to see the most.’ Enzo stated, looking at you with squinty eyes.

'What do you want?’ You asked him, still helping Kai to stand up.

'I want you, or him, to suffer. For everything he did when Bonnie was trapped with him in that prison world.’ He said, pointing at Kai.

'You have no right to do that.’ You said angrily, slowly letting Kai down, helping him lean against the wall.

'Oh yes I do. See, I want him to suffer for hurting Bonnie and you to suffer like I did when Bonnie stayed there for almost a year because of him.’ He said, getting closer.

'You see, I may seem helpless, but, I never let anyone hurt my friends.’ You said as you lofted your hand up and broke Enzo’s leg and then his arm, making him drop to the floor. Just when he started getting up, you broke his leg again.

'You’re so gonna regret this.’ He whispered.

'We’ll see.’ You said, breaking his neck. You turned around to see Kai standing up slowly. You put his arm around your neck, helping him walk. You both hurried out of the house and towards the car because you knew Enzo wouldn’t be out for long. You knew what you did will somehow get back to you. You were sure Enzo would do something you wouldn’t expect.

You both got in and drove off, heading to your house. Kai didn’t say a word during the ride, he just kept staring out the window. Even though he wasn’t saying anything and even though you still haven’t known a lot of things about him, you knew a lot of things were troubling him, but he just wasn’t the person who would share those things with anyone so you just let him be.

You both went into your room, Kai sat down on your bed. You went to freshen up and by the time you got out of the bathroom you saw Kai laying on your bed. You joined him and laid down beside him, facing him. You were laying there, looking at eachother. Even though your room was a bit dark, Kai’s eyes have never been more blue than they were at that very moment.

'Why did you risk your life just to save me?’ Kai whispered, placing a small lock of your hair behind your ear but his hand stayed on your cheek, slowly caressing it.

'Because you did the same and… I hated the thought of losing you.’ You said, never taking your eyes of him.

'You know I’ll forever be grateful for saving my life, but don’t ever do that again. Seeing you hurt was the hardest thing in my life.’

'I will always choose to protect you… if I can… I need you in my life, Kai. I can’t stay away from you. And I don’t want to.’ You whispered, your voice cracking, your eyes watering a little bit.

'I’m here. I’ll always be.’ He whispered as he brought you closer and pressed his lips gently against yours. He broke the kiss and looked at you. You smiled gently at him and pulled him in for another kiss. That kiss was different than any other kiss you had with Kai. When you pulled away, Kai hugged you and pulled you closer to him, your head pressed against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat and it was the most calming thing you’ve ever heard in your life. Not long after that you drifted to sleep, safely in Kai’s arms.

A few days ago, I hit 500 followers, and I had you guys vote on what you’d like to see me make! It was a close tie between this manip tutorial and a FC directory, and while that’s still in the works for the future, this is something I’ve been wanting to post for a while. I’m excited to show you guys the deep dark secrets of gif manip making.

These are the gifs I’m starting with:

And here’s what I’m ending with:

note: for the sake of this tutorial, I am using two gifs that I made myself, but I often just find ones to use from gif hunts.

Instructions under the cut!

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“Could you do this? Think about it, Doctor. One last day with your beloved…”

(Guys! Look at his face!!! He knows this choice is awaiting him as well! He knows he’ll eventually have to decide on a day to finally bring River to Darillium. And he’s crushed. Sigh.)

All credits to the glorious BBC.

make me choose

corazson asked: hancock or robin?



‘’Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?’’

My Bobby Cover Progression for the Robert Carlyle Fanbook project…

(Submissions are still open untill 6pmEST/3pmPST) :3 Go go go!