things i want to build

SRB2017: BUILDING A HOME TOGETHER 
written by @nerdyfangirl57, Art by @beerwolves for @sterekreversebang 2017!

Stiles thought he’d never feel as guilty as he did the day he found out Scott had been bitten by a rogue alpha werewolf, little did he know things would only get worse as the struggle to keep his secret from his best friends drags on.

Then Derek Hale gets thrown into the mix, because of course he does.


Hey everybody! I’ve finally got some money put back for this, and just in time — to celebrate 20,000 follows and 300 Ask Sam Stuff entries, I’m whipping out a contest parallel to Sam’s big beautiful B-day.

For the month of April, I’m hosting an Ask Sam Stuff contest that leads up to Sam’s birthday!

The basics are simple: pick an asksamstuff entry that you enjoyed or have some interest in, and expand upon it or recreate it in whatever way you want!

It can be fanfiction, fanart, crafts of some kind, or even edits! So long as they link with the selected entry in some way in subject matter, they’re all perfectly within the guidelines.  I want to see how amazingly creative all y'all are and expand our love for our boy, Sam Winchester (though of course, other characters are totally welcome, so long as you have Sam in there as a focal point). Post your creation to your blog with the hashtag #asksamcontest so I can find your entry throughout the month of April; you can also use @asksamstuff in your entry somewhere to ping me to it, or e-mail me a link at ashtraydentist@aol.com.

Be sure to link the asksamstuff entry that it is based on in your contest post, or let me know which entry your post is based on via message!!

At the end of April, I will collect the entries and pick the winners of a select group of prizes!

The categories are: fanfiction, fanart, and fanedits (crafts will be placed under fanart unless I recieve a decent enough count to make a fourth category). Judging will be based on how well the entry is done — not just in artistic ability, but in effort, creativity, uniqueness, and so on! So don’t feel discouraged; a lot of it will come down to personal preferences and different ways of selecting winners.

There is ONE person who will get a top prize — a unique and one of a kind Sam-centric fancomic, 15-20 pages in length, printed and shipped to their house with a special thanks printed in the back! And it will be entirely based on one of your own prompts that you supply when the contest is over. It will have a thank you letter and will be solely your own to do with as you please; your eyes only, unless you’d like to post it or what have you. It’s all yours! (As a note, it may take a few weeks for this to be completed and shipped out, so bear with me; light character shipping is alright but nothing too dirty, I’m a prude).

From there, here are the prizes for winners of individual categories!

Two winners of each category will get to choose between a grayscale copy of any of the asksamstuff volumes, a color copy of The Little Golden Hunter’s Book — OR a piece of art based on a prompt they offer, if they already own the books or prefer a drawn picture. The art will be personalized with a thank you and can be sent to you, if you would like that instead of being gifted digitally.

A listed number of runners up will recieve a notecard with an original hand drawn Sam Winchester and a personalized thank you, as well as some stickers, in a cute little envelope!

Everyone who participated will be listed on a masterlist of entries for all to see, as well as a link to your blogs, that will remain linked on the asksamstuff blog’s navigation page. ♥

The only requirements for entering is the following:

• Fanfic should not be any longer than 10,000 words. People who can pump out more than that are so cool and I want your powers, but I want to be able to judge everyone quickly, and I fear I may not have time to go through long entries! 

Mark anything NSFW as such! But these things are not excluded, so long as they’re connected to the asksamstuff entry you selected.

• You have to be willing to give me an address to ship things to! If you’re very private and you’d rather enter but get an art piece or whatnot via e-mail, let me know when I announce the winners. I will ask winners to e-mail me at that time with addresses and what prize they want. Please be sure to be available via e-mail! Tumblr is very wonky sometimes.

Also again, be sure to use #asksamcontest so I can see it!

WINNERS WILL BE ANNOUNCED MAY 2ND, ON SAM’S BIRTHDAY, AND YOUR WORKS WILL BE POSTED IN A LIST FORMAT FOR EVERYONE TO BROWSE!!

Have fun, and I’ll see you then!! ;)

(And don’t be afraid to ask questions if needed.)

— Ashlee

ouran high school host club cleansed my heart, it fills me with good natured humor and revitalizes my weary soul. every moment is gold, except for The Hug. there will never be a day that i watch The Hug and feel fine. never will i see The Hug, hear about The Hug, think about The Hug and not want to curse at the sun

vieques


I listened to a lot of podcasts while I was gone and ate shrimp mofongo and bought earrings from local designers. I ate a lot of pizza and one poorly seasoned fish sandwich and met a smiling dog right there in the bar who I think, no lie, was sent by the universe to make me feel better.

I stepped in horse shit a couple times and had beaches all to myself and stared out at the endless water and thought again of how small and insignificant I really am, all things considered. The biobay tour guide told us that there are only six of these bays still on earth and that the oceans are throwing up all the plastic and trash we’ve been tossing into them over the past few decades. Reminded me that the planet will definitely get rid of us before we are able to get rid of her. And then thought about the current state of humanity and decided that probably wouldn’t be so bad.

I missed him so much. Every time someone said “table for one?” or “just one today?” I felt his absence all over again. Thought about how much he’d have loved the water and taking pictures of me and being tipsy all day.

Then thought about how we almost certainly would have ended up arguing and angry. Remembered that God knows what she is doing in my life.

Fuck, I miss him though. I am so tired of crying.

I’m angry because he broke my trust in the deepest way and I’m angry because I let him that close to me. I’m angry because I let him into my life and now I miss being held. I miss being touched. I miss being actively loved. I feel lonely sometimes and I’m sad because of those things. I don’t want to talk about it.

I hate that I have to build a rind around my soft human parts. Again. I hate how much I miss him. I hate how often I think about his eyes and the tender way he always told me he loves me. I hate that night and that it happened. I hate that I ever took his number in the first place. I hate that I miss our routine and I hate that I let him spend so much time in my space. I hate that I miss game nights and date nights and “let’s just be washed” nights. I hate that I miss doing the laundry with him because he doesn’t mind folding. I hate that I miss hearing his key turn in the lock. I hate that I was vulnerable with someone who violated that. I hate that I still care and I really hate fucking crying. 

Imagine Castiel helping you put the baby crib together becaue your boyfriend, Dean, is away trying to find a ring to propose.

“(Y/n)” you heard a rough voice and you looked up from the floor you were sitting to see your best friend looking at you with that characteristic head tilt of his.

“What are you doing?” he frowned and you looked down.

“Oh just trying to find my way around this thing but to be honest putting together a gun is so much easier.” you let out a frustrated sigh but ended up chuckling.

“(Y/n)” Cas sighed himself “I told you I was going to do this, you don’t have to stress out yourself. We don’t want any complications with the baby.” he said as he knelt next to you.

“Cas, relax.” you giggled at his worried expression “Despite how effin messed up this is, the baby will be just fine, he or she’s a Winchester with Dean Winchester as a father. I think that if we can be sure for one thing is the stubbornness this baby will have in it.” you chuckled and Cas gave you a half smile.

“Dean would probably try to deny this but… I must say I agree.” he confessed as he came to sit next to you and you giggled at him.

“Besides, if anything: I have had to put up with him during my entire pregnancy with all my hormones going crazy. I think I have so much patience now to last an entire life!” you said as he took the manual from your hands.

“That I know, but Sam and I are here for you too (Y/n). Well, Sam is technically gone at the moment but-” he nodded his head with a frown “I promised you that whatever you needed help with, I would be here with you to help.”

“I know, Cas, but at the same time it’s not really your job. I know you consider the baby family, as I consider you one but-”

“But if I can then I will help you.” he said gently but firmly “Besides- I’m very good at following instructions.” he said as he flipped through the pages.

You smirked slightly, your hand landing on your belly almost out of habit now “Is it the angel Castiel that rebelled against heaven and broke every rule known to them speaking?”

Castiel looked at you opened his mouth before closing it and pursing his lips. He squinted his eyes before clearing his throat and looking back down at it.

“You’re just amazing.” you chuckled, kissing his cheek and making him relax “But I’m just kidding, Cassie. You know I always appreciate your help.” you placed another hand on top of his and he smiled softly.

“It’s always my pleasure, (Y/n). Anything I can do to make you feel better. Speaking of which- How are you feeling?” he glanced down at your hand and you did the same.

“Huge, that’s for sure.” you laughed “But I won’t bother you with that, I always take it all out on Dean anyway.” you shrugged and he smiled.

“It will soon be done, there’s not much time left until the baby comes. And I know for sure that’s when Dean will make up to you for all of this.”

“I don’t doubt that Cas.” you smiled down at your belly “He is already an amazing father even if none of us really expected this to come. It’s just-” you sighed, looking around your mood almost instantly changing but it was less intense than the first months of your pregnancy.

“Just what?”

“You know, Cas, the thing about this is not that I don’t want you to help me build up the crib. It’s that it should be Deanhere with me, not you, not Sam not anyone and not me myself, putting all the pieces together like every couple should. But no- hunting always comes first as it seems, and he and Sam are gone the moment they catch wind of some case.”

“(Y/n)- it’s not like that.” he looked down.

“Then what is it like? I mean I’m not always demanding things from him, actually never, but for this I hoped that- that he’d really want to be there. I guess- I just need to be a little more patient.” you shrugged, almost tired and Castiel only looked at you with a frown.

He wished so bad he could say something, anything to make you feel less bad about this but then how could he utter that Dean had left you all alone because he was trying his best to find the perfect ring to propose to you but never felt anything was good enough for you?

Progress on the tree-lined, suburban part of town. Xavier and Keffria’s house is the green one in the back - the other two belong to *spoilers*. :D

Wip - Church/Graveyard Combo

Behind the scenes - I’ve just started pulling things from Buy Mode. But this is how I do stuff. That way I only have to cycle through the catalog a few times. I spend most of the time recoloring stuff and changing my mind 10 times. And then deleting what doesn’t fit. 

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“Doctor.”

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ZOO | Chloe + Jackson

1.02 Vs. 1.09

Writing Forbidden Love

Anonymous asked: “I’m writing a forbidden love between two people and I’m unsure with how to build up things gradually. I want my characters to feel conflicted with how they feel while they ignore the taboo that comes with it. How can I continue to write their love as time passes on?”

Forbidden love can mean a lot of things and to be honest, I am so glad you didn’t give specifics, because now I can talk about a bunch of them! 

This topic in particular is especially great in historical fiction. Obviously what’s considered taboo has changed a lot since the 1700s. Some types of “forbidden love” throughout history are not at all forbidden or taboo today so often the reasons that the romance is prohibited make for interesting obstacles for the plot. 

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I’ve seen a few posts on here that are sad about the tour because it means that dnp won’t get a dog or a forever home until at least October 2018, but I just want to say that those things aren’t necessary to build a lifelong relationship.

Maybe Dan and Phil don’t have a “settle down together and get married and get a dog and raise kids and be super parents on the PTA board together” kind of relationship.

Maybe they have a “travel the world together and build our careers together and go on adventures and make new memories with each other everyday” kind of relationship.

And that’s perfectly okay.  

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Well, this is a huge WIP, but it turns out I enjoy doing yards a lot more than interiors. (Probably because this dude’s yard is supposed to be super unkempt so I don’t have to worry about it being “neat” lmao. Oh, there’s a bare spot – I don’t see enough grass, more grass now.)

Yours - Cassian Andor x Reader

word count: 1.8k

Gentle breaths filled the room as two bodies were entangled on the bed, basking in the warmth the other provided. Cassian looked down at the body snuggled up against him, his hand glided down their cheek, smiling at the beautiful soul who found peace with him and his hectic life. If he could stop this moment in time he would, because right now there was no worries of the war against empire, no worries of future missions that may one day be his last, none of that applied right now, in this moment in time it was just Cassian and (Y/N), two souls in love in the mystery of life.

His thumb ran along your eyelids, hiding beautiful pools of (e/c) that paled the beauty of the galaxies that his visited throughout his time. Tracing down your cheek, that he loved to kiss when no one was looking because PDA wasn’t something they encouraged among the rebellion, not that he minded, because he didn’t want to share the bashful look on your face with anyone else. He traced over your lips, still seeing them plump from the kisses you shared throughout the night, your hot breath teasing Cassian to kiss them again, wanting to hear the soft moans that were music to his ears.

He continued to take in your beauty as you slept, wondering how lucky he was to end up with someone like you. He pressed a kiss onto your forehead, knowing that it wouldn’t stir you awake. You snuggled up against him, feeling your warm breath tease the skin of his neck, fanning over the marks that you left on his skin throughout the whole night. He pulled you closer, fitting you closer to his body, each curve and dip of your body fitting perfectly against his own, further proving that you were meant for each other.

Spending the night in each other’s arms was a given when he returned from missions. Anyone he landed back in the base, he would beeline straight towards you. Cassian never felt truly relieved till he saw you safe and well, wanting to see with his own eyes that no harm has come to you. Anytime he returns he quickly pulls you to your shared room, wanting to rememorize himself with you and your body, the only solace he finds in the star systems. You were the person that completed him on so many levels, truly one of a kind in the whole galaxy. However this time it was different.

He mind wandered to the events of the mission he just came back from. It was a simple recon mission, observe the base, take as much intel as possible and then leave, there wasn’t supposed to be any bloodshed, but unfortunately there was, costing him half of his men. That loss really made him question his title of captain.

From the moment you spotted him on the landing deck; you instinctively knew that he was breaking, seeing the dark sunken eyes, instead of the usual mirth when he spots you. This Cassian was hurting, breaking from the inside and out, that you had to pull him away, taking his rough hand in yours and pulling him to your shared room. Behind doors you were able to see both the physical damage as well the emotional ones. Soft hands treated the wounds across his body, allowing Cassian to melt the cold exterior that took over him as your hands worked magic on him.  Gentle sweet whispers ghosted over his body, each sentence being sealed with a kiss, wanting to assure him that what happened wasn’t his fault and that he did the best he could and that’s all they expected of him.  

Cassian lost himself in your body, returning your kisses with his own, mapping out your body with calloused hands and warm lips, reminding him that you were here, alive and well that he himself was alive. You brought him back from the dark depths of his mind, something that he will never fully be able to tell you how much that means to him. Whispers of love and admiration through gasped breaths and moans brought him back to reality. Showing each other’s love multiple times throughout the night eventually ending up with you both wrapped in the bedsheets and each other’s arms.

And it was in mornings like this that Cassian remembers why he puts himself through so much. He puts himself in so much danger for you; if fighting this war means a safer galaxy for you, then he will do it without a second thought, because he plans on one day starting a home with you, building the one thing that he lacked growing up, a family because he couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else but you.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, letting his lips ghost over your forehead before finally kissing your lips.

Your lips pressed against his, letting him bask in their softness for just a few moments before he felt you return his kiss. It was a soft kiss as you slowly started to wake up; your hands cupped his cheek, pulling him in closer feeling the smile that was etched on his lips, making you smile into the kiss as well.

Your eyes slowly opened, letting him loose himself in the galaxies in your eyes that softened when they met his, “I could get used to waking up like that every day,” you admitted as you stole another kiss.

Cassian let out a small laugh, hearing the hoarseness in your voice as you started to stretch, letting the sun’s rays hit your bare flesh before reaching over to grab something to wear, which always turned out being something of his and this morning it just happened to be one of his long-sleeved shirts. He laid back, seeing you move from one end of the room to the next, finding himself enthralled by even the most mundane things you do, always asking himself on how ended up so lucky to have you.

You turned to face Cassian, wondering why he wasn’t getting up, since usually in the mornings he liked getting a briefing of everything that occurred since he last left, but when looked over at him, you wondered what was on his mind to be looking at you that way.

“What?” you smiled, wondering if something was on your face.

“Nothing, I just love looking at you,” he said sitting up in bed, the same gentle loving look on his face.

“Well you better start getting ready before you miss the briefing,” you playfully said, reaching into his drawers to pick something out for him.

You were focused on finding something to wear that you didn’t notice Cassian get up, till you felt his arms around your front, pulling you close as his lips kissed the curves of your neck, already knowing your weak spots. You tilted your head, allowing him ore access, wanting to feel more of him, “how about we just stay in today?” each word punctuated with a kiss, tempting you to go back into bed in his arms.

You turned, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning to give him a kiss, “Cass, what’s with you this morning?”

His arms landed on your hips, his strong classed fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, before dipping his fingers underneath, further tempting you. He kissed you, earning him a moan from your lips as you lost yourself in his kiss, your fingers now burying themselves in his hair. He slowly walked you over to the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you with him. You straddled his lap, feeling his hand cup your buttocks, pulling you higher on his lap.

“Marry me,” he whispered, momentarily stopping your heart.

You pulled back, the color somewhat drained from your face, your heart now pounding in your chest, “what?”

“I think you heard me the first time,” that soft smile forming on his face, “marry me (Y/N), make me the happiest man and marry me. I want you to be the first and last thing I see, I want to build a lifetime with you, because no one compares to you, so let me have you, because you already have me,” he finished.

Your throat was dry; you couldn’t answer even if you wanted to. Your heart was pounding against your chest, your breath getting shallower and quicker, yet you still couldn’t get enough air into your lungs. Your hand covered your mouth, a tight feeling growing in your chest as tears started to pool in your eyes. His words kept repeating in your mind, making sure that your ears weren’t deceiving you.

An array of emotions crossed over you that you didn’t know exactly what you were feeling, but looking into his eyes, you could see that he wasn’t joking. He wasn’t just saying it as some part of post morning bliss or some desperation; he genuinely meant what he said. You were lost for words, still not being able to answer because you knew that if you even tried to speak it would just be incoherent sounds. You couldn’t hold in the tears feeling as they rolled down your cheeks with each blink that you made, further clouding up your vision.

Cassian’s face immediately shifted, scared that he may have done something completely wrong. He quickly brought up his hands to wipe the flowing tears that further made you cry at how caring and sweet this man was.

mi amor, I’m sorry, please just forget what I just said, just please smile for me,” Cassian wanting to make things right again, sacrificing a bit of his happiness if it means bringing yours back, “I’m sorry mi amor,” his voice cradling your face just wanting you to stop crying.

“yes,” a small whisper escaped your lips as you leaned into his hands, your eyes reminding him star clusters with the way they were glistening with tears and a happiness underneath, “I’ll marry you,” your voice cracking in the process.

This time it was Cassian who was lost for words, not expecting to feel so emotional either, as you brought him into a kiss. Salted tears had never tasted sweeter as they have now. His hand intertwined with your left one bringing it up to his chest, letting you feel the rapid heartbeat that was just as fast as yours. you pulled back seeing a bright smile on his face, to others it would be a rare sight, but behind doors with you this was the norm, behind these closed doors he was your to cherish an admire.

You two both skipped the morning meeting, spending that morning showing each other the love that you two had for one another. Whispers and moans filled the room, each of you glad knowing that he will one day be yours and you’ll be his.