this is an actual thing i spent time making

You’ll end up disappointed if you think people care for you the way you care for them, nobody has a heart like you do. The the best way to avoid disappointment is to not expect anything from anyone. Fall in love with actions, not words. Don’t fall in love with ideas and thoughts instead of reality, it will be the death of you. Don’t be that person to be nice and apologize when you did nothing wrong, never make unworthy people a priority in your life. You deserve someone who actually gives a fuck about you, because you’ve spent your whole like making other people happy when all they did was leave and nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the person you thought would never hurt you, it’s funny how we let 1 single person disappoint us 1000 times. It’s like we all have this perfect picture in our minds of how things are supposed to be and that’s why we all end up being disappointed.
—  I have to stop getting my hopes up for things that will never happen.

wanted to doodle a lil thing so i doodled away
should probably add more frames and color and stuff but I’ll do that at some other point in time lol

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Oh boy. I finished this thing in a day, but I procrastinated posting it for another three days after realizing a lot of errors in the format of the comic rip but im lazy af so i never even fixed them ahh. As for the other comic I was working on: every new chapter released reveals another logical flaw in the comic. I think I’ll wait till the companion fic starts to really fix up that comic orz :’( 

This is for chapter 12 in the fic Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by @kazliin

First Time

Anon Requested:  Can I get J-Hope smut with 17 and 25 please? 💚💚💚

Okay so I have to give HUGE HUGE HUUUGE PROPS to @kpop-cutie17 because she basically set this whole thing up because I couldn’t think of a plot. So THANK YOU. Plus holy hell look how long this shit is I went overboard.

Originally posted by hohbi

Pairing: J-Hope (Hoseok) x Reader

Word Count: 2291

“It’s okay I couldn’t sleep anyways.”

“You make me crazy.”


You brought your hand up and lightly knocked on the door, getting no answer you decide to walk into the room.

“Nammie, are you in here?” You asked as you opened the door. Your brother nowhere to be found us usual, you haven’t actually spent time with him in what seems like forever. You shrug and turn to walk out of the dimly lit room and just as you were about to turn around a voice breaks through the darkness.

“He’s at the studio. He left a while ago.” Hoseok says rubbing his eyes slightly causing his nose to wrinkle which you always found cute about him.

“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry, I should’ve been more quiet when coming in.” you apologize and walk to Namjoon’s bed plopping yourself onto it, your body sank in the mattress and it spelt like your brother. You missed your brother, you’ve only seen him about four times since you arrived in Seoul and you’ve been here for a good three months. Jesus I’ve seen Hoseok more than my brother. You thought to yourself, you had to admit the two of you grew closer, and you’d never seen Hoseok as anything more than a friend up until recently.

It’s okay I couldn’t sleep anyways.” His voice breaks you from deep thought. “Hey, I know you miss Namjoon, he said he’s sorry that he’s always busy and that he’ll make it up to you if that makes you feel better.” he chuckles attempting to lighten the slowly saddening mood.

“It’s whatever, I’m used to it, it’s been like that since we were younger.” You shrug, you really were used to it. Ever since you both were little Namjoon would always be doing his own thing. “Listen I know this is going to sound weird, but is it okay if I sleep with you tonight?” you ask sitting up on the bed and fumbling with your fingers.

“Um, I don’t know if that’s too good of an idea (Y/N) what if your brother comes home?” he says eyes widening with worry, “You know how he gets about you, and I don’t really want to die anytime soon.” You thought some more. Why did you have to be the leaders younger sister? Why couldn’t you be just some friend of theirs?

“You and I both know my brother lives in the studio, that’s why I never see him, just answer the question Hoseok.” You say firmly hoping that your tone of voice would persuade him.

“Fine, but only tonight, and don’t tell Tae, you know how much of a gossiper he can be.” he says chuckling once again. You moved slowly trying to hide your excitement, you walk to his bed with a straight face and get into his bed. Slipping under his covers you wrap your arms around his torso, laying your head on his chest. “What are you doing?” You notice how stiff Hoseok is now.

“I’m cuddling with you, what does it look like?” You say in an almost teasing tone.

“Why?”

“Just cuddle with me.”

“You know what (Y/N), you’re so demanding just like your brother. Is everyone in your family so damn bossy?” he says pulling you closer to him. Unintentionally you let out a small almost inaudible moan of content. Your heart began to race. Did he hear you? Probably not, hopefully not. Quite honestly a side of you didn’t care if he did but you didn’t think he’d actually comply to this request because he made such a big deal about you getting into his bed. Slowly you drifted off, you loved the thought of someone especially Hoseok holding you while you slept, you found comfort in him. Just as you were about to fall asleep his voice brought you back to your senses.

“God, you know you make me crazy, right?” As soon as the words left his mouth your head snapped up and looked at him in the eyes.

“What did you just say?” you questioned, eyes wider than the moon, you were elated at his sudden confession, but also wondering if he was half asleep and didn’t mean the words he just said.

“Huh? I didn’t say anything.” his face turning bright red and even in the dim light you could tell.

“Jung Hoseok, what did you just say? There’s no one else in this room except me and I don’t sound like a man.” your heart nearly jumping out of your chest. Silence. It was so quiet you thought you could hear the blood flowing through your veins.

“I think you’re hearing things (Y/N). I said nothing!” He argues with you, not wanting to admit his sudden confession.

“Well then I guess I’ll just go back to the guest room.” you say getting up from the bed huffing, you felt the sudden rush of cold go over your body. Just as you were about to reach for the doorknob his voice broke the silence that followed you

“Fine!” he says crossing his arms over his chest like a child, “You want me to admit it? Well fine! You make me crazy. You know how hard it is to look at you every day and know I can’t have you because of your brother? It drives me fucking insane!” He says getting off the bed and walking towards you. Those words send chills down your spine, but you don’t move. You’re still facing the door. You can’t even think about what to say. You’re lost in him, in his words.

“I-I-” you couldn’t even form a sentence.

“Please just don’t say anything, I don’t want to hear it. You think I don’t notice how you look at me?” he says embracing you, “I notice everything you do. Like how you try to hide the fact that you snort when you laugh, or that you don’t like it when your food touches so you had your mom send you divider plates.” he says into your neck softly kissing the skin. “I notice everything and it drives me mad.”

“Hoseok I-I don’t think we should be doing this.” you say to him, but you know you’re lying and so does he. You’re loving every minute of it. You never knew someone’s lips could be so soft.

“You’re lying, I know you are. You always tense up when you lie.” he’s sucking at the skin now and you let out a soft moan, “I know you so well (Y/N).” He moves his hand down your stomach. “You know, you sound so pretty when you moan. I hear you sometimes, when you think everyone is asleep.” Your knees begin to buckle but his hand soon grips your waist and pulls you against him holding you up. His hand slips under your sweat pants but just before he can do anything you blurt out.

“Hoseok, I’m a virgin.” Your face flushed and your body on fire.

“I know, and by the way I heard you earlier-“ His fingers slip under the thin layer that separated his fingers from your heat and he lets out a groan. “-God you’re so wet already.” At this point you’re bright red and numb from the amount of sexual tension in the air. In an instant his hands pulled away from your heat and grabbed your hips, turning you quickly and slamming your back against the bedroom door. His lips don’t hesitate and find yours. His hands go back to the hem of your sweats and slips his hand back in.

“Hoseok.” You moan out, his lips quickly latch onto the skin of your neck leaving love bites along your throat. Without hesitation Hoseok slipped two fingers in easily, your head fell back against the door and a loud moan escaped your lips. It felt good, his fingers pumping into you, it didn’t hurt either. You’ve fingered yourself plenty of times so this wasn’t anything new to you other than the arousal that was dripping from you. He slowly added a third finger and suddenly you felt the burning in between your legs. His hands were still but you could still feel the pressure in between your hips. Your body tensed up and your eyes screwed shut.

“Hey, hey, hey. Look at me.” His voice was low but it had a comforting tone to it. Your eyes fluttered open, tears brimming your eyes lightly. “I’m not going to hurt you okay, but if something hurts you have to tell me.” His eyes were full of worry that much you could tell. His fingers slowly began rocking up, a groan escaped your lips but you didn’t stop him. “(Y/N).” His voice was stern but his fingers kept moving.

“I’m fine, keep going.” You breathe out.

“Are you-“

“Yes I’m sure. I want this and most importantly I want you.” You interrupted him, eyes locking onto his.

Once hearing the last words leave your mouth Hoseok pressed himself against you and pressed his lips to yours, his fingers rocking faster. The pressure was still there but the burning sensation subsided with pure arousal.

“God you’re so beautiful (Y/N), I just want you all to myself.” Hoseok mumbled against your lips. You slowly pulled back and looked at him.

“Then have me, I’m all yours Hoseok.”

His fingers stilled and slowly removed themselves from you. Hoseok stood up straight and you just now noticed how he loomed over you. “Are you sure?” A simple nod answered his question.

“I want you to be my first.”

Before you knew it you were placed down on his bed and he was soon hovering over you. His lips found yours and hands made their way under your shirt. Your hands soon mimicked his actions and a groan escaped his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh slightly at that, the effect you have on him.

Your hands tugged on the bottom of his shirt signaling him to take it off. He quickly sat up and pulled his shirt off throwing it on the floor. “So demanding.” Hoseok shook his head, a big smile spread across his face. His hands tugged on your shirt now, sitting you up and slipping the shirt off of you. You gasped as the cold hair hit you, his eyes grazed down your body. “God you’re so beautiful.”

His lips found yours again, deepening the kiss. Everything about Hoseok had been gentle with you, to his kisses and touches. You grabbed his hand and brought it down to the hem of your sweats.

“Off?” He asked between kisses, to which you nodded. His hand slipped into the waistband of both your sweats and panties and pulled them down slowly before tossing them into the bedroom somewhere. His hands ghosted up your thighs, he took a long look at you, hands resting on your hips. His eyes slowly made their way up to meet your eyes. His eyes showed multiple emotions. Nervousness, Fear, Trust, Love. It was all there, he showed it all to you with a simple look.

You just nodded, grabbing his hand in yours and smiling up, reassuring him. “It’s okay.”

With that he slowly slipped out of his boxers and brought himself over you once again. He smiled, reaching over to the bedside table and pulling out a condom. He rolled it on quickly before lining himself up with you. He grabbed one of your hands and moved it up by your head, lacing his fingers with your and squeezing it gently as he began to push into you. You knew Hoseok was big but he seemed to be bigger than you thought. You bit your lip to stop you from crying out but the tears welling up in your eyes caused panic to rise in him, he came to a halt stopping once he had pushed his whole length in. “Oh god, do you want to stop? Am I hurting you? You have to tell me if it hurts.” Your hand was squeezing his at a tight grip. You took in a deep breath and nodded slowly.

“I’m okay, you can keep going.”

“Are you sure? We can wait-“

“Hoseok, I promise you I’m okay. Now please can you-“ His lips cut you off this time. He began with small thrusts. Your eyes closed again and you whimpered. After a short amount of time, Hoseok sped up, increasing the length of his thrusts.

“Fuck (Y/N).” Hoseok groaned, his head fell on your shoulder, speeding up even more. You gasped and began to meet his thrusts. The sounds of skin slapping skin and your moans were the only sounds to be heard in the bedroom.

“I-I..Close.” Was all you were able to gasp out. You felt the knot form in your stomach and Hoseok’s thrusts became erratic. Slurs of swear words and names were sent flying out of both of your mouths. After a few more thrusts you came un done around him moaning out his name. Your walls tightened around him and soon after Hoseok joined you. His thrusts slowed down as you two rode out your orgasms. He soon pulled out of you and got up to toss the condom before coming back over to you and taking you in his arms. You were still breathing hard and you felt the slow throbbing begin to pain you.

“How was that? Are you okay?” You nodded, snuggling up against him. He pulled the sheets over the both of you, kissing the top of your head.

You were content in his arms. Happiness filled your whole body while you laid there in his arms, nothing could have ruined this moment.

“Hoseok? Have you seen (Y/N)?” Your brother’s voice called out from behind the door.

Except that.

Baby Daddy

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: You discovered you’re pregnant with Klaus’ baby and has to tell your siblings, Damon and Stefan. 

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Word Count: 1228

“Are you sure you can do this? Tell your brothers you’re pregnant?”

It was a tough question to answer. You spent a whole month thinking and trying to find the strength to work it out. But, somehow, time did not make it easy. Actually, you were more anxious than ever. You knew exactly how your siblings, Damon and Stefan, would react. Especially when you tell them who the father is. Only imagining it made you feel like throwing up. 

“No. I’m so scared it hurts.”

“I’ll be with you.”

“Not sure if that helps, Klaus.”

So, Klaus Mikaelson was your baby daddy. You and him had thing for each other since the first day you met. Of course, you were not able to tell anyone. He was obsessed on killing Elena to break some sort of curse and did so many bad things to archive his goal that all your friends would think you were crazy to love him. So you hid it. From everyone. Until… Well, right now. 

Klaus grabbed your hand and, through soft strokes, tried to calm you down. He had been weirdly sweet to you since he found out. Which reminded you the night you discovered you were pregnant. You busted into his house to let him know the news. Deep down you wanted an answer. Why you, out of everyone, had to get knocked up by the hybrid. The only thought in your mind was “man, that’s bad luck.” 

“Should we get in now, Y/N?”

“No. I mean, yes. We should.”

“Then let’s go.”

You stopped, staring deep into his blue eyes.

“Thank you for doing this with me.”

“I feel like I should. It’s my child and, sort of, my fault you’re in this.”

“Not entirely your fault.” You giggled. “Let’s get in. Before I lost the courage.”

The Mikaelson smiled and you sighed, remembering the night he made you his. It was pouring rain and you were stuck inside the Mystic Grill. A shot of whiskey was sitting in front of you, half drank, while you were lost in thoughts. Most of them revolved around how annoying Damon had been. You were lucky he had not followed you there. 

A couple drinks later, Niklaus showed up, with his small talk and captivating light. Since you were way more loose from the alcohol, you just let it go. When you came down to yourself, you were naked, gasping and laughing with the blond. It was definitely an unforgettable night.

“Damon? Stefan? Are you guys home?”

A month later, the morning sickness started, which got you worried, because vampires don’t normally throw up out of nothing. Surely the pregnancy thought never occurred to you, at least not until the witch you found to help said so. She stated you were part of some sort of prophecy. However, from the minute you heard you were carrying a baby, nothing else mattered. There was a little person inside of you. Growing. A child conceived by you with an Original. 

You left the witch talking to herself and went to your baby daddy’s house. Klaus was painting, furiously, but he stopped the minute he saw you. His blue eyes confused. Shyly, you told him what you had discovered. Then he laughed, almost screaming you were a fake.

I don’t have to lie to you, Niklaus. Especially about this. I am carrying a child. And it is yours. You don’t have to be a part of this baby’s life if you don’t want to. Just know it’s here.”  You softly replied, leaving before he could retort. 

Little time had passed till Elijah came to you, assuring he would talk to his brother and get him to embrace fatherhood. Although you were too hurt by what the Original Hybrid had said, you nodded, accepting it. You knew Klaus would never cave in and come to apologise. That’s why you got so surprised by his presence later in your doorstep, claiming he truly wanted to get to know you and his child.

“I’m here.” Both Damon and Stefan answered.

“Please, come here a second.”

Your nightmare was about to become real. You shuddered a little and squeezed Klaus’ hand strongly, looking for support. Damon entered the living room first, followed closely by Stefan. Their skin lost a few tones, if that was possible.

“What is he doing here?”

“Damon, just listen to me.”

“No, tell me right now.”

“He’s here with me.”

“Why? Is he your boyfriend or something?”

“Yes. I mean, he’s something.”

“Y/N, what have you done?” Stefan asked, slowly. “I know that face. I lived with it for a hundred years. Spill the beans.”

“Hum. I’m… I’m… Baby. Me. Klaus. Daddy.” You babbled, insecure.

“What do you mean?” Damon questioned, his eyes narrowed and eyebrows raised. “Stop playing games, for fuck’s sake.”

“Okay. I’m pregnant.” You whispered.

“I beg your pardon?” Stefan widened his eyes. “You’re what?”

“Pregnant. With Klaus’ child. That’s why I’ve been acting so weird lately. There’s a baby growing inside of me. I’m almost four months.”

“Are you crazy?” Damon screamed. “You’re a vampire. Vampires don’t get knocked up. And you slept with the enemy? Really? Is his…”

“Shut up!” Tears were already rolling down your face. “I love him. And he loves me. We know that for awhile now. I was just so scared…”

“I can’t believe that. You’re such a bitch.”

“Damon, she is out sister. Stop taking your frustrations over her.”

“No, she deserves it. He fucking tried to kill Elena! Murdered Jenna! Sent Tyler away! And she still let him in her pants.”

“You should shut up, mate. I’m not going to let you treat your sister like that. We don’t do that to family. No matter what they have done.”

“Look who’s talking: the person who daggers his siblings whenever he’s mad enough.”

“Damon, please.” You pleaded, your voice affected by the sobbing. “I just wanted you to be okay with this. I’m having your nephew, or niece. It’s family.”

“Hell no, you chose a psychopath over your family. And you didn’t even have the gut to tell us.”

“I was scared!”

The electric blue eyed vampire shook his head and, fast enough, he was gone, leaving you crying and devastated. 

“Look, Y/N, he’ll forgive you. I’ll make sure of that. I don’t know what you saw in Klaus, but if he makes you happy, fine by me. And this child you bearing… Count with me for everything,” Stefan stated, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I’ll be here for you.”

“I just wanted…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go after him.”

“I’m sorry.”

Klaus squeezed you against his chest, as Stefan went after Damon. The second you were all alone, you allowed yourself to cry even harder against the Mikaelson’s shirt, leaving it wet. He only stroke your hair and stayed silent, respecting your pain.

“Can I ask you something?" 

"Anything, love.”

“Promise you’ll be with me. For as long as I’m carrying this baby.”

“I promise. Nobody can drag me away from you. Or her.” He guaranteed, touching your belly.

“Her?”

“It’s girl. I can feel it.”

“Nah, I bet it’s boy.”

“We’ll see.”

You giggled, grasping his shirt and kissing him passionately. As he pulled you closer, you knew that, no matter what happened, he would be by your side and live up to his promise. 

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me @ me: if you spent time on your art…. and actually put effort into it… you could actually produce decent work??? like… if you actually did studies and used refs…. you could improve?? you love drawing… there’s literally no reason for you to not do this…???

me @ me: …..or…. i could not do that…. 

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Her name is New Hope, not Final Hope.  You know this.

Today a coworker said to me “I think you make things harder than they need to be”.

This is because I have to spreadsheet, list, and set alarms for every. possible. thing.

Like how am I meant to make it easier? Just remember things? Just be aware of the time? Just do things without planning?

I have spent years of my life getting to a point where I can have the coping mechanisms you are complaining about. I wish I knew what it was like to think that that was simply “making things harder than they need to be”.

I wonder what the dynamic between these two actually is now.

Now that Lapis has spent some time with her, she’s probably figured out that while Peridot just doesn’t really comprehend the impact of some of the things she says or does, she’s ultimately well-meaning (if incredibly annoying at times).  And…here, she’s actively (if annoyingly) trying to make sure Lapis is going to be fine by herself.  Have they talked out Lapis’ problems?  Peridot seems to be learning a simple method of caring for somebody who’s had a…rough…time, but she’s still trying.

how can someone be so annoying and so adorable at the same time

Jealous Kai

Imagine~ Kai gets jealous when he sees you at the grill with someone else. 

Word Count: 1174 


Laughs filled the air between you and the man sat in front of you. You’d met at a party a few nights ago and he seemed really nice so you invited him to hang out sometime, which he accepted. 

It was fun at first, you spent the time getting to know each other and telling each other about friends and family. But after a while you’d ran out of things to talk about leaving you both in an awkward silence. 

“Erm, how about we get some food?” you suggested, desperately trying to lighten the mood. 

“Actually I’m not that hungry.” he replied plainly. 

Could he not see what you were trying to do? He seemed so interesting, but guess not. 

You were unsure what to do to make this any less awkward, every attempt you’d made had been shut down. 

As your eyes traveled around the grill, doing anything in your power to avoid eye contact as he sat looking at his phone. 

But as you did you could feel eyes burning into your back, as if somebody was watching you. 

When you span around to see if your instincts were right, and when you did you saw none other than Kai Parker, a small smirk on his face but his eyes were different. 

They had a certain fire to them, it was as if his eyes were literally burning into you. 

Kai had always been hated by your friends and you’d only bumped into him a few times. But you were surprised he’d never hurt you considering you were one of the only humans the Mystic Falls gang cared for. 

“Hey Matt!” you called out to the blonde boy. “Can we have some tequila shots." 

You looked over to your date to see his full attention on his phone, you waved your hand in his face to get his attention which snapped his out of his trance. 

"Oh sorry.” he mumbled stuffing his phone into his pocket. 

You rolled your eyes, but he didn’t seem to notice as he glanced around the bar. 

“Here you go.” Matt said smiling as he set tequila shots down in front of the two of you. 

“Oh I don’t drink.” the boy said, frowning upon the alcohol in front of him. 

“More for me then.” you heard a voice say from behind you. 

You span around quickly to see Kai standing there, a grin spread from ear to ear. 

“Who the hell are you?” the guy said, clearly annoyed at his presence. 

“I’m Kai, nice to meet you too. You see me and Y/N have been a thing for a while now so I’m pretty sure she’s doing this to make me jealous.” Kai rambled on. “Anyways you can leave now, I’ll take it from here." 

"I’m done with this. Have fun with him Y/N.” he said angrily as he stormed out of the grill. 

“What the hell was that about?” you shouted at Kai as he replaced your date in front of you. 

“He was boring you, and he was texting another girl.” Kai replied plainly as he downed one of the shots of tequila. 

You rolled your eyes packing your things away, preparing to leave. 

“Wait.” Kai said as you felt his tight grasp on your wrist. “Have a drink with me." 

You looked over at him cocking an eyebrow at him. "Are you being serious?" 

"I just saved you from the most boring date of your life, at least stay and have a drink." 

You set your purse down, intrigued by his behavior. You wondered why you weren’t dead yet since that was what you believed he was like. 

"One drink.” you said as you sat down next to the siphoner. 

“One drink.” he said as he ushered Matt over. 

After he’d ordered both of your drinks, you decided to start a conversation. 

“So, why did you feel the need to save me from that date?” you questioned as you eyed the boy over. 

You couldn’t deny he was attractive, his chiseled jaw, blue eyes, perfect cheekbones and toned body. 

“You looked bored.” he replied plainly, looking over the counter to see Matt making your drinks. 

“No. That’s not it.” you replied smirking, pushing the sociopaths emotions. 

“You’re delusional if you think it’s anything else.” he said as he turned to you. 

“Why would you save a random girl who’s friends with people who hate you from a ‘boring date’?” you ask curiously. “Was somebody a bit jealous?" 

You poked his cheek lightly, giggling to yourself. You knew he most probably wasn’t but you found it fun pushing his limits. 

He turned to you, fire burning in his eyes. "Oo, hit a nerve?” you said sarcastically. 

Deep down you knew this was a bad idea, he could kill you in cold blood right there and then. But for some reason you couldn’t stop yourself. 

“I could kill you.” he replied coldly, the fire still burning in his eyes. “But you’re lucky I like you more that the others.”

“You mean like like.” you replied teasingly. “I mean what other reason would you have to disrupt my date?" 

You had no idea what you were doing, teasing somebody like Kai. He’s killed people before and nearly killed most of your friends. But something inside told you to keep going, to push his limits. So that’s exactly what you did. 

"And if I did.” he replied, a smirk plastered on his face. The fire that had filled his eyes was dying down and it was replaced with something else that you weren’t sure what it was. 

You felt your heart speed up as his eyes met yours. 

“T-Then I guess…” you choked, not sure what to say.  

“And if I do this.” he said cockily. 

You scrunched your eyebrows together, unsure what he meant. Before you could even process what he was doing his lips were pressed against yours. 

Shocked, you remained still before realizing what was happening. When you finally did you tangled your hands into his brown locks. 

His hands rested on your cheeks, his thumb resting beneath your eyes as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. 

You allowed him entry, completely oblivious to the room filled with people. Some of whom were appalled by your act of PDA. 

But the passion of the kiss overwhelmed you, so you didn’t pay any attention to them. Your mind focused and only focused on Kai. 

Your lips moved in sync with his, your tongues fighting for dominance. You hands were tangled in his hair tugging at certain points. 

After what felt like a lifetime you both pulled away for air as Kai scanned your face. 

“I guess I was jealous.” he said as he rubbed his thumb under your eye. 

“And that was a lot more interesting than my actual date.” you giggled.

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Chapter 4 is up! Link to Chapter 3 is here!

I am sorry this chapter is so short and that it took me so long to post it but real life was a little shit these past two weeks and I could barely write anything.

Hopefully, now that things have calmed down and can actually finish the request, post Chapter 5 as well and make a master list. Wish me luck and without further ado

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It actually really sucks that Harry and Matt aren’t able to attend the con ( not their faults of course, don’t blame them) because I’m pretty sure those fans aren’t able to get refunds on their tickets and whoever spent time making things for them won’t be able to give it to them :/

My heart goes out to all the fans who unfortunately won’t be able to meet them 💔

But please don’t blame the actors, Matt looked genuinely upset, and I’m 100% positive Harry was too. These guys love the fans, and it isn’t fair to immediately place blame on them. (Also, just because Harry was smiling in his video DOES NOT mean he cares any less. Don’t start that bullshit)

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This one was fun to make and to pick out the paper for. Hux is like sorta shiny and Kylo’s sleeves and cowl have a texture on them that I felt imitated the fabric of his actual clothes well (I spent way too much time sorting through paper at joanns hahaaa)

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WELL IN SHORT i wasted spent a whole week on this so please enjoy it or something

((also a cameo of me and @jonsspaghetti being the limes we are))

I want to be able to wake up early in the morning and be grateful for all that I have. I want to open my curtains, let the the sunshine spill through, and realize how good I actually have it. I want to enjoy every moment of the day. I want to be productive, I want to do useful things. I want to spent my time studying for my exams. I want to make a beautiful planner, colour coded, with inspirational quotes and all sorts of sketches and pictures. I want to read through my material, and make beautiful notes. I want to be satisfied with the grades I get, because school does not define my worth and I did the best I could.
But I also want to relax, I want to shower and use that expensive showergel I got for my bday, and after that I want to put on my favourite underwear and sing in my room with those on, dancing to my favourite music. I want to dress to impress - myself. I want to look good, I want to feel goed. I want to put time into making myself delicious meals - avocado sandwiches, fruit salads, strawberry smoothies - and I want to spent time with my friends, joking with them, laughing with them, talking about our favorite tv shows and movies. I want to be happy. I want to take care of myself. And just before I go to bed, after I’ve noticed how pretty the moon looks that night, I want to read and get lost in the stories of others. Then I want to sleep, deeply, without interruptions, so that I’ll be energized the next day. And if this does not work out today, that’s okay, because there are other nights to come and other days to appreciate.
—  All that I want. Note to myself - @studiesstudy
Run-over Another Snowman, Jackass—I can build these all day.

12 years ago, when I was in 10th grade, my sister (who was 8 at the time) built a giant snowman after an unusually heavy Pennsylvania snow.  She spent all day on this thing and it was actually pretty impressive.  

The town I’m from is actually a borough and it only has something like 7,000 people who live there, meaning High School classes were small and relatively tight-knit.  There was one particular kid, who I’ll call Scotty, who drove me up the fucking wall.  He never did anything to me personally, but he just had a massively annoying way about him.  To make matters worse, it seemed as if I had way too many classes with him to be statistically possible.

One of Scotty’s irritating behaviors is that he drove a loud, redneck-ish, John-Deere-green truck.  It was obnoxious as hell and (important to the story later) had a huge brush guard on the front of it.    

Well, on the evening after she built her snowy sentinel, I heard the sound of Scotty’s truck making its way down the street from inside our livingroom.  Then I heard the “pfft” of someone running over a snowman and laughing.  Unfortunately for my sister, she had built it close to the road and too easily within the range of this semi-guided asshole.   She was rather upset to see her day’s work splattered all over the street…  Something needed to be done about this.

So, the next morning, I woke up early and began building another snowman.  It was glorious.  I made the classic, three section, scarf-wearing, sticks-for-arms-and-vegetables-for-a-face snowman.

This new snowman’s cheery countenance betrayed a grim and dark secret, however; Frosty was built on top of a fire hydrant at the corner of our yard where there was no curb.

For a good two days I dreamt of Scotty wrapping his stupid truck around my masterpiece out in the yard.  But no dice.  I didn’t see him at all anywhere around town so I thought I was out of luck.

Then, on the evening of the 4th day, I heard it.  My family was eating dinner and I heard the low grumble of fate’s motors kicking from gear to gear.  Would they find themselves abruptly halted in about 10 seconds?  It all depends on you, Scotty boy…

So I start chewing my food really fast because, knowing the idiot, I knew what was happening next.  The final acceleration sounded off like a chaotic crescendo as he plowed straight into—not through—the snowman with the deafening crunch of twisting metal.

My family ran outside and it took everything I had to not laugh before I got out there.  There stood Scotty, dazed and bewildered and caught-off guard by a battle that he lost before he realized it had begun.