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me-a-hopeless-romantic  asked:

Can you write the Connor x Internet friend! Reader as a fanfic. I would love it if you did.

Message Me || Connor Murphy x Reader (PART 1 OF 5)


requested : yep
prompt: n/a
pairing : connor murphy x reader
warnings : suicide plan mention
additional notes : reader is female, based off of a Connor X Internet friend reader headcanon by @watch-the-whole-world-disappear, they meet on tumblr, connor runs an Edgy™ Aesthetic Blog, WHICH I RUN BTW, NOT THAT THERES ANYTHING ON IT YET BUT YEAH FOLLOW ME AT @connor-fvckng-mvrphy lmao it’s a Connor roleplay blog


Bored. Bored. Bored.

Bored is such a boring word. In this moment, you’ve never heard a word that describes you so much.

You scroll listlessly through your tumblr, liking random images and quotes from this one aesthetic blog that you follow. Your eyes wander, not that you’re finding anything interesting, until you come across an interesting poem.   

dark-aesthetic🔃connor-fvckng-mvrphy 

I have to get this
off my chest before
I straighten every crooked object
offensive clutter distraction
OCD
nervous as fuck
I’ll pull out every hair
or tear my fingers off
If I don’t figure out how to look
in your eyes
without screaming

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I can’t remember anything before you
I can’t imagine anything without you
I want to live the rest of my life with you

But only if you think I’m cool
We should just kill ourselves

‘Interesting,‘ You think, 'Edgy, but very interesting.’

This guy (girl? other?) seems interesting. Relatable. You click on their name, intrigued.


At one click, you fall in love with the account. You follow on first sight.

According to his bio, his name is Connor and he’s seventeen. His posts consist of black-and-white photos of chipped nail-polish, of pale wrists with even paler scars zigzagged across the stick-thin appendage. Quotes by Poe, little poems like the first one you read. 

He’s tortured, you know. But you can’t bring yourself to message him, like the little stalker you are.

Hours of pouring over his account turn into days, days into weeks, until finally you have been an avid fan of his for a month. 

And then it all comes crashing down.

One day, you refresh your page, bored, and there’s a new post from him. Literally must have been posted not even a minute ago. 

connor-fvcking-mvrphy 

this is not going to be a great week
or year or life
or anything inbetween
i thought for a millisecond
that i had found a friend
a kindred spirit
but you fucking tore it up

fuck you, E.H.
your friend too
go ahead and laugh
laugh all you want
but will you be laughing when the school shooter is dead?

goodbye

You’re worried.

This poem…was not like the others.

This was angry. This was raw. This was…this was real.

You bite your lip. Your eyes flick down to the tags.

#suicide plan #goodbye

Shit. Your eyes widen and you click on your inbox, typing in a message frantically

you
hi I know you don’t know me but I just saw the tags on your newest poem and im freaking out
please please don’t kill yourself
I’m sorry it’s just your poems are really relatable and help me a lot and i feel like I’ve gotten to know you through them and oh my god you probably think I’m so creepy I’m so sorry

You wait, terrified, for a response.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three,

four,

five.

There is no answer, and you bury your head in your pillow and try not to cry. You can’t help it, your shoulders shake with wracking sobs. You probably failed at saving this guy, you failed so bad. You suck, oh god, you suck.

After another five minutes of sobbing, you hear a loud ding from your phone, and you blearily stare at the screen through unshed tears.

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
im flattered
I didn’t realise that somebody actually read my poems or my tags or cared or…

You gasp in relief, fingers tap-tap-tapping out a reply. 

you
OH thank god I thought that you had…
Are you okay??
thats a stupid question omg I'm sorry

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
im fine
actually…i feel much better.
thanks for, you know.
caring.

you
Anytime!
I’m [y/n] btw

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
connor

you
i know
thats creepy oh my god;sorry

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
it’s fine ig I mean it is in my bio so??? its chill

you
:)

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
so this might sound weird but ????
you’re…pretty cool.
i just looked over your account and wanted to know
well you know
want to talk more???

you
wow im??? Really???

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
yeah i mean you helped me there,,,like a lot,,,

you
id love to !!!!


You talked almost every day. When you got down to it…he was a sweetheart. He was kind. He got you.

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
do you think, like…
well ever get to meet each other??
imean you’re a really great friend now and???
id like to meet you.

you
i wish
but we live like eight hours away from each other…

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
ill drive to you!

you
calm down, connor…lmao
we don’t want you burning out on the way

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
:( I don’t even know what you look like…

you
i don’t know what you look like either! XD

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
shit well
if I send you a picture of me
will you do the same?

you
sure ig

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
me.jpg my sister took the photo so,,,

you
WHOA
YOU’RE SO PRETTY WTF I THINK IM IN LOVE

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
id prefer handsome but I’ll take it
your turn, missy.

you
hnnghhh okay
bewarnedIlooklikeapotato.jpg

connor-fvckng-mvrphy

holy shit

you
bad???

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
YOU’RE SO FUCKING CUTE???
WHAT THE FUCK THAT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL IM-

you
no no no I am definitely not wtf you need your eyes checked?

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
no way you’re fucking adorable
i think /I’m/ in love you cute lil motherfucker


 connor-fvckng-mvrphy
we should swap phone numbers

you
and skype??

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
fuck yeah

you
oKay !!! im [skype/name] and my number is [number]

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
my Skype is the same as my tumblr and my phone number is XXXX XXXXXX

you
saved and I just texted you too :)

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
'hi Connor!!!!’ with a bunch of happy emojis?
dude you’re just,,,
thats really fucking cute

you
wh y???? do you keep calling me cute I’m???

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
because, as it turns out, i have a really cute best friend

you
best friend??
awww connor!!!

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
yeah yeah
you’re literally all I have, [y/n]

you
you’re my best friend too!!
i really wish i could meet you…

connor-fvckng-mvrphy 
me too…hold on a sec

you
connor??? you okay???

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
my sister just walked in and was being a dick, being nosy about who I’m talking to and not believing that it was a friend. She thinks I’m talking to my dealer.
i fucking hate her sometimes

you
do you?

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
…no
but she thinks I do. It’s easier to let her.

you
*internet hug*

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
Fuck…that’s cute.


 As time went on, you found yourself more and more drawn to Connor. His photos could always make you smile, and nothing brightened up a shitty day more than clicking on his Skype name and watching him answer a video call, smiling dopily at the camera.

And also as time went on…you slowly began to realise why.

You were in love with him. 

Fuck, you were in love with a guy eight hours away. A guy that you had never met in real life. What do you do?

…You continue pining for him over a distance, of course.

You watch yourself in the screen, waiting for Connor to pick up the Skype call. Soon enough, he does, and his grinning face fills the screen.

“Hey, [y/n].” He greets sleepily - it’s like, midnight over there - and rests his chin on his hands.

“Heya.” You wave at the camera, grinning sheepishly and a little shyly. The thrill of actually seeing him rather than just a message still gets you.

“It’s almost Valentine’s Day, huh?”

“Yep! Any special girl that you had in mind?” You ask, a hopeful smile plastered on your face.

“No, well…actually…” He furrows his brow, and your heart drops.

“Is she pretty?” You ask, concealing your jealousy. You could be there for him.

“She’s cute. Like, really fucking cute.” Connor says, watching you carefully.

Truth be told, Connor felt the same way. He was absolutely crazy about you, but he didn’t want to ruin this adorably heartwarming friendship you had.

To wake up and have no more *internet hug* messages or cute little reminders…it’d ruin his life. You were absolutely the only thing keeping him going.

You talked for ages, until it was about 2:30 on his end. Before long, he was getting tired. 

“I should go soon.” He says drowsily. 

“Mmmm.” You don’t want him to go. “Night, Con.”

“G'night.” He yawns. “Love you.”

You freeze. He freezes and hurriedly leaves the video chat.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Connor slams his head on his desk, pissed off. “I fucked up. I fucked up.” He mumbles.

A small chime comes from his computer and he bites his lip, glancing reluctantly at the screen.

you
i love you too!!!!

anonymous asked:

do you have anywhere specific you look online for fashion inspiration? every time I just browse pinterest or instagram like every single ~fall outfit idea~ is skinny jeans + earth toned boots + cardigan + scarf and I'm SO BORED.

YES I KNOW THAT LOOK, the white girl in fall look; it’s not a bad look, but it’s a very predictable look, and I totally understand wanting to move away from that. I too moved away from a look that wasn’t bad, yet was also literally and figuratively stifling. so, how do you find inspiration? 

what I do is follow individual style bloggers + and street style blogs/accounts. 99% of this takes place on instagram, so get ready to download the app. if you’re going to use pinterest, make sure to search “street style”, not “style”. street style is what you call photos that are taken at various fashion weeks, of models and influencers and designers and average people who wanted to dress up and see the shows. it’s a great way to eyeball trends and to find things you can mix and match for yourself. often you’ll see a person whose look you really like, and it only takes a reverse image search to find them on instagram. nine out of ten times they’ll have a style blog of their own. if that sounds like a lot of work, it is. so here are a few of my favorites to get you started:

street style on tumblr: my only stop is 15x20. it showcases a huge variety of trendy, inventive looks, all put together by people who want to be eyecatching. one of my absolute go-tos. I get the germ of most of my outfit ideas here.

style on instagram: @lookbook is a solid account. mostly it’s images tagged #lookbook by bloggers or would-be influencers, and they’re all real people, so a lot of times you can follow them back to their style pages. one issue is that they usually don’t give details of where to buy the items of clothing they wear. also skews a little younger. 

fashion bloggers I follow on instagram:

@daniellevanier: really inventive, takes risks, is a pioneer of “it doesn’t have to be fitted” imo, and has introduced me to one of my favorite brands ever, ASOS White. sporty, femme, she can do it all. love her. 

@lolitamas: bang on with trends, she always seems to know what’s coming in the new season. she does a bunch of lifestyle blogging too, but her fashion posts are what I’m there for. she’s very sweet, very feminine, and a lot of her looks nail high-fashion casual, which I appreciate the hell out of. 

@masha: does the coolest things with layers and sneakers, and she really brings a lot of texture to every outfit. she looks great all the time, which is probably a curse when you’re that pretty, but she pays it forward by religiously cross-linking her outfit posts so you can track down where she got what.

@mamacaxx: just the most bright and exciting wardrobe; she knows how to make one garment do a million different things. pretty sure she and I bought our lavender frilly shirt dresses on the same day. 

@hhasselhoff: I am smitten by her beauty all the time, and I’m so all over the silk boudoir look she always seems to have going. someday I’m going to find out how she, someone with similar proportions to me, is able to hide her bra straps in all those satin dresses. 

@nicolettemason: femme, queer, and constantly doing awesome things with patterns. this was an immediate must-follow from me, and she’s just come out with a really trendy plus-size clothing line called premme, if any of you ladies out there are interested.

@asos_debbie: SHE KNOWS COLOR THEORY, and knocks it out of the park every time. she’s a buyer and stylist for asos, so she also has the inside scoop on new items that are dropping. also, incredible shoes, always. 

@aspensdottir: I just started following her, and it was the best decision I’ve made all week (and not just because she immediately liked every picture of my cats that I’ve ever posted). she’s incredibly inventive, and recycles various items of clothing in the most refreshing way. I’ve actually tossed a few things in some shopping carts because of her, and even though she’s half my size, the outfits she puts together are super adaptable to anyone. a++

the more you poke around instagram, the more you’ll find new bloggers that appeal to you specifically! it took me about a year to round up the 250 fashion accounts I follow, but it was worth it. now whenever I lack inspiration, I grab my phone and start seeing what clicks for me. good luck! 

Fears and Ferris Wheels

Originally posted by kyungminie

[ dowoon ]

*not requested

word count; 1.3k

genre; fluff

summary; after you leave your friends at an amusement park due to your fear of heights, you end up meeting a stranger who takes your mind off your fears.

( brief mention of a panic attack due to fear of heights )


After a stressful week of college full with exams, studying, lectures and long nights with lots of caffeine, you and your friends decide that you guys deserved a break.

Deciding that you needed to escape the hardships of being young adults your best friend Jae planned a day at the amusement park. Your group of friends jumped at the opportunity to be kids again but you on the other hand weren’t so excited. You had a fear of heights and you knew that the high roller coasters were not going to end in much fun.

It was a hot summers day so you wore a simple pair of denim shorts and a tank top. You completed your outfit with a pair of worn down white converse. You were huge into photography so your camera was hung around your neck. The only thing you were looking forward to today was the amazing shots you would get at the amusement park as it was located on a pier.

The car journey to the amusement park was filled with music and laughter. Once you arrived and saw how high up the rides were, your palms began to sweat. Jae knew about your fear of heights but Jae has always been one to live in the moment and his excitement made him forget about your fear. You felt all alone going into the park even though you were surrounded by your best friends.

You guys walked around looking for the perfect first ride. While you looked around you tried to find a ride you could go on without having a panic attack. So far all you saw was the tea cups and if you suggested them your friends would only think you were joking when you really weren’t. Although, you took a note that the Ferris wheel didn’t seem to be as high up as other rides.

“Hey guys! Let’s go on this one,” Youngk (a close friend of yours since you met at one of Jae’s infamous parties) exclaimed. You looked up and saw that he was pointing at what looked like a ride in the clouds. You felt faint even looking at it. The rest of the group jumped with glee and shared excited words as they made their way to the queue. You looked down at your camera and an idea popped up.

“Hey guys, if you don’t mind I’m going to go on the Ferris wheel to take some shots,” you announced holding up your camera. You loved photography but you believed that you could take just as good shots on the ground then up high so in reality you were just going to sit on a bench somewhere and take photos.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Jae reluctantly asked. You knew by his face that he didn’t want to go on the boring Ferris wheel with you.

“No it’s fine. I’ll be more focused without you and it will result in better photos,” you reassured him.

“Okay, but I want to see the pictures after. I’m sure the view of the ocean is beautiful from the Ferris wheel.” No. No. No. Now you felt like you had to go up to take pictures. You sarcastically thanked Jae for being interested in photography for the first time in your head as you walked towards the line for the Ferris wheel.

As you waited in line you tried to settle your nerves. How were you supposed to take photos with a shaky hand. You entered the carriage alone and sat down in the middle tying to avoid looking out the windows. You thought you would be alone but an awkward looking boy entered the carriage.

“Sorry all the others were full,” he said as he entered. Your nerves had caused your mouth to go dry so you didn’t trust your voice to work. You nodded and offered a friendly smile in his direction.

The ride up was silent. You were actually enjoying the views and got some good photos despite your shaky hands. What you were unaware of was that the boy sitting across from you was not admiring the ocean like you were. He was admiring the beautiful girl in front of him. He couldn’t help put notice that you seemed a bit unsettled. Being shy he was good at observing people and came to the conclusion that the girl had a fear of heights.

You were busy taking photos when you suddenly felt the carriage jolt and come to a sudden halt. You looked around and noticed that the tide had stopped moving and due to your unfortunate luck you were stuck at the very top of the Ferris wheel.

Your breath became shaky and you found it hard to breath. You didn’t want to scare the stranger so you tried to calm your breathing but it didn’t help. You felt trapped and being up really high was not helping. You shakily slid of your seat and sat on the floor as it was that tiny bit closer to the ground. You learnt from your mother who was a nurse that it helped calm your breathing if you placed your head between your knees. You breathed in and out repeatedly but it didn’t help which made you panic even more.

“Hey…em… it’s going to be okay we’ll be out in no time,” the stranger spoke with a deep voice that was almost soothing. You felt movement and then a body was sat down next to you. “ I’m Dowoon by the way.”

“I'm…Y/N,” you croaked out in a whisper.

“Hi Y/N. I know this might seem a bit forward, believe me I’m shy and I wouldn’t normally do this but if you hold my hand it might help,” Dowoon offered. You lifted your head up and made eye contact with the boy next to you. You lost your breath not because of the heights but because of how handsome the boy in front of you was. Your gaze drifted down to his hand that was being offered to you. You took his hand and held on tightly to it. The warmth from his hand made your stomach flutter.

“So… what are you doing up here alone,” Dowoon asked looking down at you. You knew he was only trying to distract you and you couldn’t help but smile because it was working.
“Well it’s a long story,” you replied.
“We’ve got time.”

-

You learnt a lot about Dowoon and he learnt a lot about you. He was easy to talk to and you felt as if you knew him for years. By the time the Ferris wheel began to work again, you were no longer just holding his hand. Your hands were still connected but your back was now pressed against his chest and your head was on his shoulder. You looked up at him and he gazed down at you.

You both finally got off the Ferris wheel with your fingers still linked together. You could feel the tension building since you both were reluctant to say goodbye. You were still a bit shook up and didn’t want to return to your friends or leave his presence.

“Em… do you want to go check out the stalls for any good games with me?” Dowoon asked nervously. Your heart skipped a beat at his offer.

“Yes I’d love to! My friends didn’t want to spend their time at the stalls and just wanted to go on the rides… with heights,” you admitted.

“I just want you to feel safe,” Dowoon said smiling down at you. “Also I can show off my amazing ring throwing skills.”

-

Your night was filled with lots of fun and you even forgot that you came with friends until Jae came frantically running towards you saying you had to leave and something about sassing a member of staff from the amusement park. You got Dowoon’s number and continued to meet with him every week. You’ve never been happier than in the moments you shared with Dowoon.


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anonymous asked:

"We're in an exam study group and I just send you my nudes by accident oops" Minjoon

Pairing: MinJoon (Jimin x Namjoon)
Prompt: “We’re in an exam study group and I just send you my nudes by accident oops” AU
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,447
A/N: *whispers* Minjoon is so precious ^~^ thank you anon for requesting and sorry I took forever with this (I hope you still get to read this)!! (P.S. Jimin’s doing the swearing on my behalf bc I swear that I don’t really swear at all irl – pun unintended) Enjoy!

Jimin’s phone vibrates once in his lap. He ignores it, working on the math problem he has in front of it. It vibrates again, then a series of vibrations start. Jimin curses under his breath, dropping his pen down to pick up his phone instead. 

There’s a flood of kakaotalk messages from Taehyung. 

[4:32PM TaeTae]
im bored

chimchim

talk to me :( 

[4:33PM TaeTae] 
i hate math

save me

chimmm

why you ignoring me

chimmmmmmmmmmmmm

Jimin looks up and shoots a glare at Taehyung who’s sitting diagonally across from him at the table. Taehyung’s face lights up with a triumphant smile. 

[4:35PM Jimin]
I’m trying to do my math problems, stop trying to distract me

Jabbing the home button, Jimin picks up his pen and goes back to staring at the same question that he’s been stuck on for nearly 20 minutes. There’s a reason Jimin’s here, stuck in study group past 4pm on a Friday afternoon rather than practicing his dance moves in the studio. 

Whoever deigned it necessary for a music student like him to take math in university should rethink their lives. How the hell is math even remotely needed in his degree? Something about holistic education and well-roundedness or some shitty excuse is what the deans will say but that’s honestly a ton of bullshit. Bullshit that has people like Jimin suffering because his midterms came back with an ugly 30/100 on the top and a “see me” post-it note tagged on the side. Taehyung had the nerve to laugh at him when he barely scraped a 33/100 on his. 

So here they are, stuck in a study group that’s supposed to coach them into passing finals. Jimin’s only here because the fear of having to retake the module and suffer another semester of math is real. 

His phone starts vibrating again. Jimin tsks under his breath, trying his best to ignore it, which is nearly impossible when his phone is basically wiggling its way dangerously close to his crotch. Stupid Taehyung and his non-existent attention span. Resigned, Jimin sighs and picks up his phone again. 

[4:37PM TaeTae]
im still bored 

dont be mean chim

stop ignoring em

me*
chimmmm lets go for tonkatsu later

i feel like treating myself after this torture

[4:38PM TaeTae]
yah i know you can feel your phone 

if you keep ignoring me im gonna tell namjoon hyung you have the biggest crush on him 

i swear 

Jimin sucks in a breath. Dammit why did he ever let it out to Taehyung about Namjoon? He should have known that Taehyung would use it to blackmail him someday. 

Not that intoxicated Jimin had cared a week ago when he, in Taehyung’s words, “wailed for a solid hour about Namjoon hyung’s beautiful gaze and lips and body and everything”. And no, Jimin is still adamant that he couldn’t have been as pathetic as what Taehyung makes him out to be. It’s just a tiny crush okay, Jimin can appreciate good aesthetics and that’s not his fault.

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beautiful in chicago 2017

i was going to do one immediately, and then i didn’t and i deleted the original lab report type post, but then the photo op pics came out and this happened:

so i thought, yeah. i’m going to write a small fanaccount of how i have an irl crush on minhyuk and lost my shit at the mx concert bc i love 7 boys and a long legged weird one a bit more. (i look at hot mess in that photo and way too excited i’m sorry :D)

some videos and pictures have been posted here, but all of my media has been posted on my twitter 

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  • If you’re reading this it’s too late. It was a long tiiime ago in a galaxy far, far away, and these are their stories.
  • Me: hello... it's me. i'm auditioning for the role of right shark and i'll be singing hotline bling. you’ve heard of rickrolls, now get ready for george glass… with a gun. Young man, I know he ate a cheese / I said, young man, Dan Nicky your JOHN CENA
  • Rihanna: *winks*
  • Glunkus: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
  • Steve Harvey: you’re too hot, hot damn (Taylor Swift™ No copyright infringement intended. Property of TAS LLC management 2012©). you know who else is beautiful? zoobe.
  • Coppy: we are Straight Outta boc (bread of color) so have a sinnamon snoll (snail roll)!
  • Poot: I’m the untoasted bread discourse and i still get sausage
  • Psychic: *reading Putin's mind* wake up chad. listen. those feudal handmaidens are lesbians *closes buzzfeed* #thisgeneration
  • Iggy: *freestyles spongebob gothic*
  • Me: Charlie, Charlie, are you there? [uses hands as microphone] My interests are very singular. *takes a deep breath* I lo-
  • You: yes, you love the signs as concepts, we know, you love them so much, especially *takes a closer look at smudged writing on snout* pal gals, psychic ford rail jaundice, and nyan generous evaluation, the first meme of 2015, they’re the light of your life, we KNOW you’re a kid you’re a squid and Dick Cheney can't melt steel beams. WE GET IT
  • Me: There you are. (raising voice slightly to be heard) oi mate u fancy a cheeky Nando’s?
  • You: (at full volume) I’M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR OLD FACE MAGENTA 1994 JUST FUCK ME UP
  • *20 minutes into stealing human bones and chill*
  • Me: What are thoooose?
  • You: white and gold minion shoes *trips* *thousands of photos of Tubbs in a Down with Cis shirt eating coleslaw spill out of your pockets* what haha these aren’t- *desperately trying to gather them as more fall out* I’m holding these for someone else I swear!
  • Me: *shoving breadsticks into purse* I gotta go
  • You: okay… that sounds fake but okay
  • Shakira’s hips: As a lesbian… supporter who respects creative integrity and intellectual property, I am disgusted.
  • Me: Son of a
  • You: You are mean to me you insult me and you dont appreciate anything that i
  • Me: i’m a jaded teenage girl. i’ve been through shit that you wouldn’t even dream of.
  • You: Why you always lyin mmmmmm
  • Me: You said you found a wallet on the ground with like $1,000 dollars in it. I said bitch where? You said under all those rare Pepes. I said bitch where?
  • You: I McFreakin’ lost it!
  • Me: And quit telling everyone I’m dead!
  • You: Buy my silence. Permanently. For $8,000 a month, I will stop.
  • Me: why?
  • You: you gotta. JUST DO IT
  • Me: YOU SAW GOODY PROCTOR STEAL FIZZY LIFTING DRINKS AND DID NOTHING, TRAITOR!
  • You: I didn’t get no sleep ‘cause of y’all
  • Me: how many times must you kink shame me under my own roof? hoe don't do it
  • You: Y'ALL NOT GONNA GET NO SLEEP CAUSE OF ME!
  • Me: oh my god. “not all men” you're right. Paul Blart: Mall Cop would never do this.
  • You: Tony, what’s good?
  • Me: *spits at you* effective.
  • Power
  • لُلُصّبُلُلصّبُررً ॣ ॣh ॣ ॣ
  • *title card* Captain America: Civil War
FML (Tadashi X Reader)

This story is based on the following FML submission: 

Today, I called this girl I’ve had a crush on for 2 years to confess my love to her. However, as she picked up the phone, I got so nervous that I froze and couldn’t say a word. I was standing there, breathing heavily for 20 seconds. She got so freaked out that she threatened to call the police. FML.

(•–•) (•–•) (•–•)

            Tadashi sits on the edge of his bed, clutching his phone and chewing nervously at the inside of his thumb. The anxiety-filled man was currently fighting with the angel and the devil on his shoulder, trying to gather up the courage to call Y/N. She is a beautiful young woman, about to begin her first year at SFIT. The two had met when they were both in high school, Y/N being a wide-eyed freshman and Tadashi a confident junior. They quickly became best friends, but Tadashi wished for more than friendship from Y/N. This led the tall man to his current predicament: should he call and confess his love for Y/N, or should he continue his silence?

            Hiro groans and rolls his eyes at his mess of a brother. “Would you just call her already?! You’ve been staring at your phone for a solid twenty minutes, Tadashi.”

            “What if I freak her out? What if she doesn’t feel the same way? I don’t want to ruin our friendship over this, Hiro. She probably doesn’t like me. Yeah, no, I can’t do this,” the older boy pulls off his hat and runs his fingers through his matted down hair.

            “You can and you will call her, ‘cause I am sick and tired of you always talking about ‘Y/N this’ and ‘Y/N that’ and moping around every time a different boy gets up the nerve to ask her out on a date and she says yes,” The younger Hamada crosses his arms over his chest, “Now, do you need me to call her for you or are you going to grow up and do it yourself?”

            Tadashi huffs, firmly placing his hat back on his head. He pulls up your contact in his phone, and hits the call button next to your number. He nods confidently as the phone wrings, sure he’s got this one in the bag. He’s sure that 1000%, without a doubt, you’re going to say that you felt the same way and had been waiting for him to finally make his move. Hell yeah. I AM the man. His confidence crashes when he hears you pick up the line.

            “Hey, Tadashi, What’s up?” He can hear your smile on the other end, but feels as if he’s suddenly frozen. “Are you alright Tadashi?” His nerves have taken control, and all he’s doing is breathing.

            Heavily.

            Into the phone.

            “Tadashi, is that you?”

            Breathing, breathing, breathing.

            “Okay, well, whoever the fuck you are, you’re really freaking me out.” There’s no answer, just breathing. “If you don’t knock it off, I’m calling the fucking cops, asshole.” Much to your relief, the person who called you hangs up and the line goes dead.

            “What was that all about?” your roommate, Honey Lemon, steps out of the kitchen and slides into her spot on the couch next to you. She hands you a mug of hot chocolate and takes a sip of her own, looking curiously at you. You were still shaking after the terrifying phone call, so you did something very out of character for you.

            You burst into tears.

 (•–•) (•–•) (•–•)

            “Wow,” Hiro says, slack-jawed and staring at the train wreck he was apparently related to. “You know, I don’t think that could have gone much worse. Yep, I’m pretty sure that was definitely the worst possible outcome for that phone call.” He spins his desk chair away from his computer to look at Tadashi. The older boy is now leaning against his bed, long legs sprawled out in front of him, hat off once again and fingers tangling their way through his now unruly hair.

            “I would appreciate it if you would stop talking,” Tadashi seethes. Groaning, he rakes his fingers down his face. “God, how did I fuck that up so bad? I froze up and now she thinks I’m a psychopathic loser. She’ll never want to talk to me again.” Tadashi covers his face with his hands and sighs.

            “So what are you gonna do about it?” Hiro says, wheeling his chair over to his moping older brother.

            “Nothing. I told you, she’ll never want to talk to me again.”

            “Y’know, for someone who’s so smart, you’re really stupid sometimes. She obviously likes you: she gets all blushy and nervous and weird around you, just like you do when you’re around her. It’s gross,” Hiro sticks a finger in his mouth and pretends to gag. “But anyways, you should go talk to her before she gets a restraining order against you or something.”

            Tadashi flushes at the thought of you being nervous around him. Could you really be into a total nerd like Tadashi? He rises from his slouch on the floor, picking up his phone and keys from the bedside table. He ruffles Hiro’s hair, grabs his bike helmet, and quickly and stealthily rushes down the stairs, successfully avoiding any and all questions from Aunt Cass about where he was going this late at night. It was only 10:00, but that was practically midnight to his aunt. He knew he could make it to your apartment by 10:30 if he hustled, so without further hesitation he jumped on his scooter and left his home behind.

(•–•) (•–•) (•–•)

            Honey Lemon opens the door to find a breathless Hamada brother on the other side instead of the pizza delivery guy she was expecting. Tadashi can faintly hear (Your favorite Disney movie) playing from inside the apartment.

            “Hey,” he says, awkwardly waving at the blonde girl, who does not seem particularly happy with him, judging by the piercing glare she’s sending his way.

            “What the hell was that?” She says in a harsh whisper. She steps outside of the apartment and closes the door until it is almost shut so you won’t be able to hear the conversation. Her eyes were alight with a fury he had never encountered from the normally bubbly girl.

            “I freaked out, okay? I was calling to ask Y/N if she wanted to go out with me, but I freaked out and blew it. I had to come talk to her in person because I screwed everything up. Does she hate me now?” Tadashi rubs the back of his neck nervously.

            “I have no idea, it took me a solid ten minutes to get the story out of her because she was crying so hard. Crying, Tadashi. Y/N. She literally never cries,” Honey Lemon speaks quietly, not wanting you to overhear the conversation.

            Tadashi has never felt like more of an asshole in his entire life, and pleads with Honey Lemon to let him talk to you. Sighing, She steps away from the door and allows the boy to enter.

            He slips off his shoes and steps lightly into the clean apartment, which smells faintly like vanilla and has white Christmas lights and photographs on the walls. He lightly runs his fingers over a large, framed picture of the two of you that was taken at your high school graduation in the spring. You were wearing a (your school color) robe and his San Fransokyo Ninjas hat, while he wore a light blue shirt, grey cardigan, and your graduation cap on his head. You were both laughing in the photo, arms happily wrapped around each other. He had a copy of the same photo sitting on his desk at home. Smiling at the photograph, he walked into the living room.

            You’re too enraptured by the movie to pay attention to who had walked into the room. You turn, expecting to see Honey Lemon holding a box full of carb-loaded-love, but instead find the man you’ve been in love with since you moved to San Fransokyo. Now, four years later, with him leaning against the wall in your apartment, you were startled to say the least, judging by the ice cream carton that had slipped out of your hand and was now all over your blanket. Noticing the stream of melted vanilla snaking its way from the carton seems to shake you from your stupor. You see Tadashi leave the room and come back moments later with a wad of paper towels, dropping to his knees in front of you and wiping the gooey mess off your blanket. Sitting back on his heels, he looks up at you.

            “Hey,” he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

            “Hey,” you repeat, your guard still up after the night’s strange events.

            “So, um, I want to apologize for scaring you out earlier. The truth is, I was, uh, I was calling to tell you that I really, really, like you, but instead I froze up and freaked you out. Jesus, Y/N, it’s just–damn, you make me so nervous–” Tadashi’s nervous tirade is cut short by your soft lips pressing against his cheek. A blush blossoms across his cheek and reddens his ears.

            “You are the biggest dork I’ve ever met, Tadashi,” you murmur, taking his hand. “I think I’m in love with you.”

            “Y/N, I want to kiss you.”

            “Well, what’s stopping you?”

(•–•) (•–•) (•–•) 

A/N: Hey Guys! So that was the first fic I’ve ever published: I hope you liked it! I would love to take any sort of request or idea you’ve got (although, I am a kinda slow writer)! Thanks for reading!

anonymous asked:

i rewatched the episode and read the comments like a shmuck and i think i understand and share your hatred of Waitress girl

(Question asker, you didn’t ask for the long and probably controversial rant you’re about to get. I apologize in advance.)

You know, Cute Waitress and I have gone on a fascinating journey. Because when I watched the episode, I had exactly 2 thoughts about her: “Maybe that’s the girl they’re gonna use to get Bonquisha jealous” and “Okay, never mind.” (There might’ve been a brief moment of “Who the hell pinches a 10-year-old’s cheeks?” but otherwise she made no impression on me at all.)

And then I hopped on this here Tumblr machine, which took me on a rollercoaster ride that more or less went like this:

  • Yeah, she is cute! *likelikelikelikereblog*
  • I mean … she’s okay, I guess. She was barely a character and she didn’t interact with David at all, and she was basically just a plot device for Tabii to ruin everything, but she’s still very cute.
  • I fucking hate this bitch and never want to see her again.

So … a journey.


I realize that it might sound kinda hypocritical for me, the most insane shipper in the history of insane ships, to bitch about excessive and insane shipping, but hear me out. (Or don’t, of course. But I’m gonna ramble anyway.)

I just … she doesn’t even have a name, guys. She and David speak zero times, he looks at her exactly never, and while she is cute and appears to be sweet and sunny … well, of course she does, she’s a waitress! That’s her job.

And some of this absolutely comes from me being salty about the fact that Gwenvid still isn’t really a thing, but I feel like I can be cut a modicum of slack, when somehow 19 episodes of near-constant interaction and an obviously established, interesting, dynamic relationship doesn’t have the raw, sizzling chemistry of … nothing. No thing. No interaction, and I feel like I cannot state that enough: they do not speak. There are no steamy looks shared. There is no indication David is actually aware she exists in any way, shape, or form. I checked.

And here’s where I go in a direction that probably won’t be popular? I’ll hide it under a cut because some people are trying to avoid fandom drama and controversy in their Tumblr experience and I don’t wanna bum y’all out:

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anonymous asked:

Can u give me a sarcastic comment about everyone being so fucking pressed that Lady Patriotism herself didn't appear on the 4th? I'm over the response but people won't shut the fuck up

I see a few scenarios for as to why instead of the normal patriotic gang bang that is usually Taymerica didn’t happen.

1. Scott and Andrea reserved the house for what appeared to be, from the photos, some sort of Trump fundraiser. Seriously, everyone in the candids we did see looked like they for sure owned some sort of “Make America Great Again!” type apparel.

2. Joe didn’t get his permission slip signed and/or his mom decided he wasn’t allowed to go.

3. Bouncing off number two, Tree Paine implemented her “No dicks, no chicks”  rule to quell the gay.

4. Literally the majority of Taylor’s famous friends (Ed, Lorde, Karlie, Cara, Selena, etc) are touring/working/doing something else. When you think about it, the fewer Instagram obsessed people that attend an event, the less likely there is to be *gasp* Instagram documentation of said event.

Literally I don’t get the people who are throwing a tantrum over Taylor being more low key and private when they literally shout about the media being all up in her business, and how she deserves to live her life as a normal 27 year old if she wants etc etc. It’s invasive if the paps do something, but if a creepy 15 year old white girl named some whack shit like McKenna Mackayla aka wildestpoptartdreams1313 is low key climbing a stone wall on a beach in Rhode Island to try and get a glimpse of Taylor and her big brothers/big sisters sponsee Joe and whoever else might be there, its okay because “WE ARE FANS AND WE WERE JUST EXCITED FOR TAYMERICA!” 

Stroke of Luck chapter 3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Hard T
Summary: Adrien recounts the events of the previous night, a new realization dawning on him.
A/N: I wasn’t supposed to post past chapter 2 on tumblr but people on FF.net and AO3 keep PMing me to so here it is hahah
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5

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The Greatest Gift

A/N: Thanks to the anon that sent in this suggestion!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9178171

Two weeks before her one year wedding anniversary to Barry, Iris started to feel a little…funny. Not funny in a bad way, per say, just different.

She didn’t pay much attention to that feeling, however, because she was focused on the perfect gift for her husband. The sad truth was for as long as she’s known Barry Allen he’s been one-upping her in the gift department. Their very first Christmas together, when he came to live with them after his mother died, she saved her allowance for weeks to get him a chemistry set. Turns out his great Aunt Lucy (who he didn’t even know, by the way) had the same idea and sent him the exact same set. Since Barry had already decided that Iris’s gift was the most important and therefore he was going to save hers for last that meant she had to watch in horror as he unwrapped a replica of the chemistry set she had excitedly clutched to her chest. She couldn’t stop the tears that instantly sprang to her eyes as her face fell especially when she saw his face light up with happiness. Selfishly, she wanted to be the person that put that smile on his face so she, for a moment, felt an irrational hate towards this great Aunt Lucy that came out of nowhere to ruin her Christmas.  To his credit though Barry’s face still lit brighter than the Christmas tree he was sitting by when he was able to pry the gift from Iris. From the way he acted you’d think he was unveiling the Hope Diamond instead of a chemistry set he just unwrapped about two minutes ago.

In comparison, he brought her a bracelet that had a heart with best friend etched in it (he had a round key chain to match) the latest Lemony Snicket novel (he knew how much she loved the cleverness of the series) and Build-a-Bear Angel Bear. Iris squealed happily when she saw her gifts but her mood instantly sobered when she saw the matching chemistry sets flanking Barry.

“I’ll get you something else,” she had promised but Barry wouldn’t hear of it. In fact he told her that his chemistry set was the best gift ever and he was happy he was lucky enough to have two.

So that set the tone of their gift-giving from then on.

No matter what she got for Barry he always got something better. Literally always. It was always something more expensive or more meaningful.  When she splurged and bought him a pair of very practical rain boots he needed, he bought her a super expensive leather jacket that she had been eyeing but would never dream about asking her Dad for. Their senior year in high school she saved her money all YEAR long to send him to his favorite Science camp as a graduation gift and he in turn saved money all year long to help her father send her to Paris for a week. The year she got him a SUPER expensive microscope that she knew he desperately wanted, he had a replica of her mother’s wedding band made for her. When she got him a new (state of the art, mind you) designer wallet that cost almost her entire pay check, he got them a beautiful apartment.

For almost 20 years Iris has been fighting this losing battle. But not this year. Not anymore.

So, with that goal in mind, she had been planning and planning and planning some more to make sure she got Barry the perfect one year anniversary present. So perfect in fact, that it wouldn’t matter what he got her or how much he spent he wouldn’t beat her.

Not that it was a competition, of course.

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dodgeballobsessed  asked:

Hi! Can you expand on why the fandom seem to have negative feelings about the you & I video, other than not liking Ben Winston? You've brought it up in the Zayn post and I'm curious. Thanks!

Could you point me in the direction of or answer for me how the “You and I” video was plagiarized and how Harry almost died on the set? I’ve not been in the fandom very long and have not heard this.

hey, I saw your latest post and was wondering what happened to Harry during the filming of You and I? (google only gave me some HP stuff and some “news”‘articles abt how H has “killed” us…)

Okay so a lot of people (and by a lot I mean three) are asking about this so here I go.

WELL.

We all remember the video for “You and I”…

I personally really like this video. So much so that i just watched it three times rapid fire when I went to go get the link to paste in here. 

So many iconic moments…Like this Larry gem:

The Ziam moments I was too Larry-goggled to notice:

Also the technology they used seemed brand new right? WRONG. This exact video had been produced months earlier by a band called Clubfeet. You don’t even have to get a minute into their video to see that it is practically the exact same video but without the freezing British weather and seaside. 

It’s identical at many points. Most notably this one:

It did not go unnoticed by the band or the production company who originally used the cinematography techniques:

Here’s more about how they were indeed the ones to actually create the visual effects used.

So yeah, people weren’t happy with Ben Winston for that. And as far as I know Ben’s never addressed the issue nor has One Direction. They did win a Brit award for best video for it, though. Hence people still being a bit bitter, especially in Oh Yeah Wow’s case. 

As for Harry almost dying, I remember that day well because I was listening to Radio 1 and I am pret-ty sure the day they were filming was the day that Matt Healey from The 1975 did Call or Delete with Harry and Harry mentioned they were on location in Bristol or wherever on live radio and then later that day there were fans who got photos with Liam. It was early in the year and fookin freezin as Louis would say. I was sat comfortably in my office but yeah if it’s freezing in London it’s positively arctic on the coasts of England. Which is why Harry looked like this in between takes:

“Just leave me here to die…”

THEN, for the “Night Changes” video people were heated that Ben Winston used exclusively white girls for the dates for the boys. 

I can’t find gifs for the other three and don’t want to post shitty screen shots, so you can see for yourself here:

Then there was the Four Hangout where Ben interviewed the boys and was met with collective apathy to the entire shebang.

Then Ben asked the classic, “Any rumours you want to clear up?” As if they could sit there and truthfully answer that on a live stream so Louis just…

Anyway. Yeah, that’s why in general people aren’t massive fans of ol’ BW. He is doing quite a stellar job producing the Late Late Show with James Corden though, so I don’t personally think he’s all bad. The “You and I” thing is annoying, but who knows? Maybe a copyright case was settled out of court. 

So that’s it as far as I’m aware.

wangka-yee852  asked:

Hi!! Can u please do a angst/make up imagine with Jackson from Got7 and add a related photo too? :) ( I think imagines at the same with scenarios right? I am really sorry if I'm confusing u or)

The Look – Jackson Imagine

Originally posted by markjin


You saw the way he looked at her. It infuriated you. You saw the way he smiled at her. You stood right there. You watched him.

On the way home your knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel. “Are you okay?” he asked. All you could do was nod. You didn’t want to open your mouth till you got home. You parked and got out of the car quickly, slamming the door shut behind you in the process. You got your keys out in a shuffle, and you opened the door, dropping all of your things on the couch.

You paced back and forth. Your anger still building. You heard his footsteps and once the door was closed, you exploded. “What the hell was that?”

“What?”

“You know God damn well what!”

“No, I don’t.” He seemed scared and confused.

“The way you looked at her.”

“Who?”

“The girl at rehearsal you idiot!” He stood there thinking for a moment, which caused your anger to build more. “Oh my god!”

“That was nothing,” he said finally remembering.

“Don’t you dare pull that sh*t with me!”

“Really!” He said pleading.

“How stupid do you think I am?”

“I don’t thi-”

“You haven’t looked at me like that in months!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Shut up! You know it’s true!” He was silent. Tears started to well in your eyes. He tried to comfort you. He stepped closer.

“Y/N-” he said calmly, while placing his hands on your shoulders before you pushed them away.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” He stepped back.

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Me? Why am I acting like this? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Y/N-”

“I’m not the one flirting with other people when I’ve been in a relationship for three years!”

“I’m sorry-”

“You should be!”

“If you just listen to me, then you would understa-”

“Screw you!” He was taken aback by this. “I’m tired of you treating me like I’m worthless!” You took a deep breath, calming down a little, speaking quietly now. “Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out!”

“Just listen to what I have to say!”

“GET OUT!” He was about to argue, but thought the better of it and turned and left. The sound of the door closing signaled that you were alone.

You stood there, your hands in tight fists at your sides. All you could hear was the sound of your breathing. Your deep breaths, in and out, trying to catch up from the air you missed.

Your knees gave way and you sank into the floor. Tears started to fall down your face and into your lap. You placed your hands over your face. You shouldn’t have yelled at him like that.

You were angry, but you didn’t want to loose him. Then again, he was already gone.

A couple days passed and the more you thought about the fight, the more stupid you thought it was. You were angry with yourself now. You shouldn’t have lashed out at him. He was just being Jackson. You loved him and you knew he loved you too. He was busy, and you knew that. He was tired and their practices were running later and later.

You were proud of him and all he was accomplishing. He loved his job; it made him happy. You wanted him to be happy. You wanted to be happy with him.

There was a knock on the door one day. You got up and looked through the peephole. “Please let me in, let me explain.” You could hear his voice was soft, calm. He didn’t want to fight. You took a deep breath and let it out as you unlocked the door slowly. You opened the door and let him to slip inside. Then you closed the door and locked it. You turned around to face him.

You could tell he wasn’t sleeping. He had dark circles and his face in general seemed to be dull, drained. His hair was a little messy and his eyes seemed like there was a glass over them.

You don’t look that much better yourself. You had a messy bun that wasn’t even cute and you didn’t even bother to take it out to brush it. You were wearing the same pajama shorts and one of his t-shirts for the past couple days. Your face had dried tear streaks all across it. You hadn’t been sleeping either. Your dark circles were as bad as his. You let out a breath of air that you didn’t know you were holding in.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that,” you paused taking another breath trying to push your emotions down. “I was scared.”

“Why were you scared?”

“You have been treating me differently for a while. You’ve been more distant, and you wouldn’t talk to me as much. We always used to talk about everything. Then we never did. I didn’t want to think about it because I didn’t want what I thought to be true.”

“What were you thinking?” You looked down to your bare feet.

“I thought you didn’t love me anymore, that you were bored of me.”

“That is completely untrue.” You looked up at him. “I love you. I will always love you.”

“I know, I love you too.” You followed his eyes as he knelt down. “What are you doing?” you asked started.

“I love you, I’m sorry I’ve been distant. I would never be bored with you. You make my life worth living.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black, velvet box.

You placed over your mouth shocked. He opened it, a beautiful ring shone from the black background. “Y/N, will you make me an extremely happy husband and be my wife?”

“Yes!” He smiled and placed the ring on your hand. You put your hands on his cheeks and lifted him up so he was standing. You kissed him. He suddenly pulled away.

“I’m sorry about me smiling at that girl. She is a stylist that we work with all the time at the company. I asked her to help me pick out the ring. She was just happy to see you and me together when she knew I was planning on proposing. I love you and I would never do that to you.”

“I know, I just lashed out and was mad.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled your fiancé in for another kiss.


(Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoyed it!)

-Admin Elzi

nfdskjnfdskj okay so. Hi. Derp. So first of all, this photo op idea was not mine. It was actually my mother’s after I told her that my Dean!Bear (that my lovely Kiki made for me for Christmas) should get a chance to be in a photo op with his life sized alter ego. 

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theconsequenceofsoundss  asked:

How would I improve on drawing hair? Like hair strands and stuff. I know hair doesn't fall separately you get strands but I can never draw it and I always end up making each hair separate and help cause I'm an art student I needtoknowI'mpanickinghelp

Ooh cool! My favourite artist to look at for hair is Alphonse Mucha’s sketches of girls.

Look at the way he reserves areas of white (girl w/ long hair on the right).  I came to see those areas as ‘implied hair’ because you don’t need to draw every strand to let people know it’s hair. And then the mass of hair that’s flowing down - he’s bunched them up in the middle so there’s less lines (and more white) until the tips where there’s more definition. I’ve used this principle every time I’ve drawn hair  (leaving the middle ‘implied’ with few strokes, then defining the strands at the tips as well as at the top of the head).

This is a drawing I did last year in July, and you can see (girl on right) there’s more detail at the roots and tips than middle

These were done by ‘deducemysoul’ on tumblr and I love how different the approach is. It’s not line based like Mucha but ‘shape’ based. She’s focused on the tone and values of masses of hair and then added a few flyaway hairs. In the first painting, it’s interesting to see how ‘sleek’ hair is portrayed with just colour/tone and no lines (until the tips).

Okay! Maybe you want to start a folder of nice hair pictures and draw from them (doing studies from other artists is also a great idea).

I love Amanda Norgaard’s hair in this photo, it’s got a nice colour and wispy-ness to it. So if I were to do a pencil drawing I’d draw some of the roots at the top of the head where the split is, between that and where the hair tucks over the ears I’d leave it as ‘implied’ hair. The shadows I’d draw in around the ear and where the hair does that plait curl. And then I’d pull a Mucha for the mass of hair that’s flowing down.  

I hope that made sense haha. And don’t panic! Drawing hair can kinda be therapeutic, there’s no easy or fast way around it, so just take your time.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you could write something where Rose writes a letter to Robert asking if she can name the baby after Cora? And then maybe he and Cora go to visit after she's born and that's when Rose tells Cora. Or if you can think of another way to do it, go ahead. You're a talented writer; I wouldn't mind you writing something different.

Thanks for the sweet request, Anon! I hope you like it. Very short and very brief, but I think the idea is there.

Her eyes went wide when he told her, the letter still folded in his left hand. She was perched on the very edge of the red sofa of the library, and he saw as the light kissed her features, her eyes sparkling in astonishment.

“What?” she asked with a breath, an unblinking gaze. “Are you sure that’s what she meant?”

Robert resisted an urge to laugh, a warmth flooding his chest. “I daresay. It says here, ‘She came very quickly … 19 of September … I’m quite well, photograph is enclosed … Ah! We’ve called her Victoria Rachel Cora Ald -’”

“- But,” Cora was blinking now, shaking her head, “I don’t understand.”

This time the laugh that Robert had resisted came tumbling out, and he shook his head at her and lifted the letter. “Then you must read it yourself!”

And Cora took it from him, her eyes bright as she scanned the letter with the smallest curl of her lips.

He held his breath for a moment as he watched her, as he let his eyes look over every detail of her in the sunlight. The length of her fingers holding the note, the bend of her knee, the line of her jaw and the dark curl of her hair by her ear. Everything, oh everything, was something he suddenly wanted to drink in, and his fingers ached to touch her.

“Here,” he turned to his desk, breaking away and taking the photo of the infant from the envelope. “Here’s the photograph.”

Cora took it as he offered it, and the apples of her cheeks turned rosy as she peered at the image of the baby in her hands.

“Oh, darling Rose! I feel quite guilty somehow that she’s chosen me…”

Robert furrowed his brow. “How’s that?”

He watched as Cora tipped her head, the photo in her hand dropping to her lap. “Well I’ve not done anything to deserve such an honor, to have her child named for me.” She shrugged. “With Sybil it was different, after everything that had happened. But with Rose - and what will Susan say?”

“I don’t care what Susan says.”

“Oh…” she groaned.

“Honestly, Cora.”

Robert, frowning toward her gently, took three steps to her, and he sat upon the ottoman before her.

She followed him with her gaze, seemingly unsure of what he was going to say, her lips slightly parted, her eyes alert and watching, like a child’s.

“You do realize that Rose sees you more as a mother than she’ll ever see Susan -”

“Oh, I don’t know -”

“- and further more, you’ve done a great deal to be deserving of such an honor. I can’t understand why you’d feel guilty.”

His wife peered down between them for a moment and then up again at him, tilting her head to the side, her white earring tapping against the tender spot of her throat. “Just … I wish she’d written first. To be sure…”

Robert pulled in a breath. “She did.”

She didn’t ask what he meant, but Robert saw in the widening of her eyes that she wondered, that she looked up at him in question.

And so, with his heart now fluttering behind his ribs, he took her hand, soft and warm, inside the two of his own and held it tightly.

“Rose wrote to me some weeks ago of her plan, should it be a girl. She told me she wanted to call her after you, for your kindness.” Robert paused. “In hopes the child would be like you.”

Cora furrowed her brow, blinking harder up at him, tears gathering at her lashes.

“I couldn’t think of any name better.”

He grasped her hand more tightly and watched the pull of her lips into a soft smile. She swallowed.

“Do you mean it, Robert?” she asked with a timid shake of her voice. “You aren’t just saying so -”

“- I’m certainly not just saying so.”

He melted. He absolutely melted at the way she peered up at him then. The warmth of her smile, the teariness of her bright gaze, the pink of her soft cheeks.

“Hello Papa, Mama!”

They turned at Mary’s voice, her hand still inside his own.

“Nanny’s asked to bring the children down now, and I told her that she may. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, of course we don’t mind. How could we?” Cora shook her head and looked into her lap, at the photograph of the little child across the sea. Robert watched her as she smiled again. “I’m very happy that she asked.”

Hopeless (Olicity future fic)

(The amazing andcreation suggested this dress for Felicity at her and Oliver’s engagement party.)

“And where is your bride-to-be?” Thea asked, sidling up next to Oliver where he stood at the bar. She already had a glass of champagne in hand, and the sparkling liquid perfectly complimented the soft gold floor-length dress she wore. She cocked her head. “You do know that the whole ‘wait to see each other’ thing only applies to the actual wedding, right?”

“Ha ha, Speedy,” Oliver replied, nodding his thanks when the bartender set his glass of scotch before him. He took a sip and turned back to face the ballroom. 

It was already starting to fill up, he realized with a sinking stomach.

When Felicity had first mentioned an engagement party, this hadn’t been what he’d envisioned. He’d thought a simple party with friends and family, something where the main drink being passed around was beer and the only food was Diggle’s killer BBQ ribs.

Not this.

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