this is now my background life is good


So I guess some people are wondering about my cartoon. So basically I’m working on a (personal) pilot. Been wanting to make it for a while now and it’s finally (very slowly) happening.

If you’ve been following me for a while now you probably seen a bunch of concept art already, but it’s called “The Dark Harvest” and basically it revolves around the life of a sort of “rookie grim reaper” and her grandfather training her and whatnot… It’s sci fi and paranormal and all that good stuff…

This is my first time actually writing dialogue for a cartoon and I’m not really the best writer so I’m trying my best to make it good. I’m also just one person working on the whole thing (animation, backgrounds, sound effects, editing, some music probably etc.) so this will probably take some time. I really like how it looks visually right now (people say it looks like Sym Bionic Titan, and I’ll take that as a compliment!) but as far as how the cartoon is going to turn out like story wise, guess you’ll have to wait and see.

  • [The coffee pot is found broken at 221b]
  • Eurus : So, who broke it? I'm not mad, I just want to know.
  • Molly : I did, I broke it -
  • Eurus : No. No, you didn't. Sherlock?
  • Sherlock : Don't look at me. Look at Mycroft.
  • Mycroft : What? I didn't break it.
  • Sherlock : Hmm. That's weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Mycroft : Because it's sitting right in front of us, and it's broken.
  • Sherlock : Suspicious.
  • Mycroft : No, it's not!
  • Mary : If it matters... probably not... but Irene was the last one to use it.
  • Irene : Liar! I don't even drink that crap.
  • Mary : Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee table earlier?
  • Irene : I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Mary!
  • Molly : Alright, let's not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Eurus.
  • Eurus : No. Who broke it?
  • Greg : Well, John's been awfully quiet.
  • John : Really?
  • Greg : Yeah, really!
  • [Cut to Eurus in the room, the rest of them fighting in the background]
  • Eurus : I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

all my friends are stressed up to their eyeballs right now, and as it’s exam season hell in the UK, i made a ““helpful”” powerpoint about it. ft. shitty clipart. on a calming pink background b/c it’s pretty and i like it
Enjoy my friends, i hope this helps :)


You asked me, what kind of life we had just surrendering. It wasn’t, It wasn’t a life. What we did back there, what we’re doing now, making a future for Judith and for Glenn and Maggie’s baby, fighting the fight, that’s living. You showed me that.

anonymous asked:

SUPERHERO AU IS MY LIFE RN THANK YOU. Can you explain their origins? Like, how did they all get their abilities, and how did they find each other? Were they friends beforehand? And like, do they live together now and share a place? Are they an independent superhero group, or are they apart of a bigger organization? I'm so hyped about this you have no idea. I want fanart and fanfics and wow, this is such a good idea, you're a genius!! I LOVE YOU!

original superhero!thinks found here! oh geez origins are HARD guys. this is a powered universe so they were all born with there abilities but below is mostly how they discovered their powers 

onew: always just had the ability but no one else in his family is powered so this was a huge shock; he would trip a lot but never got hurt but he didn’t even fully realize that he had healing powers until him and his friend had the really bright idea to jump out of the second story window during a sleepover and his friend broke both of his legs and onew was fine??? and while his friend was screaming in pain he was like omgomgomg and when he was trying to calm her down before he went to get help and when he place his hands on her shoulders he healed her and they were like o wow 

jonghyun: being a werewolf is in his bloodline. his mom and sister both shift too and when he was little, he was just so hype to finally be able to change and he’d wake up every day on his birthday running around hoping that this would be the year he’d be able to do it and was always SUPER disappointed that he couldn’t (sodam: you know that it probably wouldn’t happen right on your birthday right??? / jong: *pouting so hard*). the first time he shifted (it wasn’t on his b-day), it was when he was 12 and started going pre-teen moodiness. he was arguing with mom over something dumb and got heated and SHIFTED INTO A WOLF and even as a wolf you could see how shocked he was and he started running in circles like a excited pupper (was also only about the size of a german shepard at first)

key: his family has mostly fire-based powers so they assumed he would too and they didn’t really think much of it when during his birth there was a HUGE thunderstorm but when they took him home and he shorted out their power during a crying fit they were like o M G. bc can you imagine a baby who could cause a blackout during a tantrum??? thank god that his parents were immune to his shocks (their hair would get v fried and static-y tho bc that electricity has to come out somehow) he also glowed in the dark bc he just thrummed with electricity and worked as his own nightlight, he doesn’t glow anymore bc he toned it down but he still can if he wanted to 

minho: his ability actually came in increments so he wasn’t always as stretchy as he is now; so when he was younger and he’d stretch his whole body it just looked like he was getting taller but his dad was like you look taller than you did yesterday…….. and when they measured him they were like he grew 2 inches in the past night and because that is physically impossible that’s when they realized that o he’s stretchy and he kept working out to limber up his body and highkey his ability gave him SUCH an advantage when he played basketball whoop 

taemin: an alien. jk but actually who knows because he says a lot of shit about where his powers come from: his family made a deal with the devil in the dark ages, he’s the product of a blackhole and dark magic, he’s a witch and his magic has been passed down for generations, etc (the last one actually is true, you know that whole drowning witches thing and if they didn’t die they were witches???? it literally came from the lee family bc they would just open a portal in the water and teleport to shore dripping wet and angry as hell). in conclusion, don’t know exactly where his powers are from, he was just born this way~ he was in class when he made his first portal & he ripped space-time bc history was way too boring and he was like i’m out 

ot5: they didn’t actually know each other beforehand, they met at SM academy which trained powered beings (they were either recruited or applied to be there). they became friends within the academy and trained together and because they had such good chemistry, they applied to become a group and were accepted!  they do all live together because it just makes sense for them to be able to portal to where they’re needed from their apartment 

Just For Funsies

All my life I’ve been good,
But now whoa, I’m thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around!!!

   The song “What the Hell” by Avril Lavigne was blaring in the background as I got up on top of the table and started dancing. I giggled and threw my head back laughing as I almost slipped to my death and pointed to Sam and Dean in the corner of the bar, and started shaking it. I watched their expressions raise, and Dean’s eyes got big as he came towards me. Trying to get me down from the table. I cracked up and jumped to the next table, and the crowd was cheering me on as I sang along to the popular song lyrics. “This is what Dean gets for bringing his little sister to a bar to pick up woman.” I thought smugly to myself. I just wanted to go home and watch Netflix, but nooo we had to what Mr. Dean wanted to do. Ugh, he always gets his way.

My laughter rang throughout the cheap bar as I hopped onto the next table. I flailed my arms so I wouldn’t fall face forward on the floor. Dean lunged towards me at the same time, trying to catch my leg but he failed miserably. Instead, he knocked someone’s drink off the table and the glass shattered all over the floor. He was gradually getting more aggravated by the second with me.

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booklovindreamer13  asked:

If you don't mind me asking was there any reason as to why you added Ursula to the Vlad/Nathan dynamic?

The story was always intended to be a poly romance, it was set out from the very start with the intent of being an Ot3 :) It was always Vlad/Nathan/Ursula, even if Ursula doesn’t appear at the very start for plot reasons.

Part of this came from the long running joke in the romance/erotica industry, that if there is a straight plain Jane in a fantasy world, she’s in want of two supernatural male lovers to fight over her.

Another huge part of it came from a discussion I was having with some other writer friends, about how love triangles are utter bullshit, and just for once, it’d be nice not to have bisexuality/pansexuality demonized in an erotica story.

I had to edit a lot of stories back in the day that portrayed polyamory and ultimately bi/pan individuals as unhealthy, usually because they were being written by people who regarded it as a form of cheating. Inevitably one of the characters would be portrayed as villainous and removed, leaving the one “true” pairing behind. Usually either the m/f couple, or the m/m couple—with long monologue screeds about how the person is so happy that ‘phase’ of their life was over and now they could settle down and do ‘the right thing’. Or where the female character was just there as an oggling enabler (you see it in a lot of Avengers fic where Nat is reduced to “oh my goodness you silly boys just kiss!” and then is removed to the background as a voyeur—and if that’s not a manifestation of problematic slash writers idk what is) for the two guys to realize they actually loved each other then nope out once her work is done.

Cause I hate that shit.

So after some not so gentle nudging from friends who kept telling me I should write my own stories, I am.

Hunger Pangs was initially conceived as a fun exercise in flipping some tropes on their head, but is now very deeply vested in the portrayal of a healthy poly-romance between three sexually fluid individuals who like each other very much, where no one has to die or become the villain for the sake of their sexuality.

The Peculiar Children as Things That I Said Last Night

Background information: I went to a place out of town Monday morning to look for homes near my university. I had to leave really early (like 4 in the morning) and I didn’t get home until 11 at night. Then, I had to wake up at 9 am to go to work, and I was just exhausted. It resulting in me saying some pretty strange stuff.

Enoch: death sounds good right about now… 

Jacob: fuck adulting, I can live my life off of mac n cheese 

Emma: I’m pretty sure there weren’t any drugs in there. 

Olive: if someone offers you chicken, you take it! 

Millard: it’s scientifically proven that you’re an idiot. 

Horace:  if I die doing this, tell people that my last words were “fuck y'all" 

Claire: what do you mean you won’t wish your fish a happy birthday? 

Bronwyn: can you make sure that I didn’t fuck up my life? I think I did and it’s not even noon.

Til the End Draws Near-- Part V

Originally posted by olivergifs

read part I // part II // part III // part IV


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Oliver dismounted from his bike, picking up a discarded pop can threw it against the wall. He was so angry he picked up another one, and another. The actions were repeated, each smack of the can hitting brick harder than the last one. 

Oliver swore. 

He could hear Diggle and Lyla arguing on the comms, catching bits of their heated conversation. Diggle was doing a fine job of expressing how Oliver felt–betrayed and disappointed. But unlike John, this didn’t come as a surprise. Of course Lyla would do something like this. Oliver just blamed himself that he didn’t suspect it sooner. He’d’ve stopped Felicity. 

He let himself spiral, let himself feel the anger, the worry, the desperation. They were losing time, they were no closer to Felicity, and they had no leads cause Lyla burned them all. 

Finally, he’d had enough.”Stop!” Birds on the fire escape above him flutter away from his shout.  “Both of you. This isn’t helping us save Felicity, which is our priority right now! You two can hash this out later!”

Oliver pressed his lips together. Just as he opened his mouth to issue orders, he heard his phone sound. And not a usual pop or ding. It sounded like an emergency alarm. The whoop sounded low, slid up the scale, and pierced a whistle. His phone did this twice. 

He fumbled pulling it out. but saw one large word covering his entire screen. 



“Why–” He heard a rolling chair in the background. 

“Just DO IT!” Two seconds later, after frantic typing, he heard a good sound. 

“Oh that brilliant girl.” 

Knowing Felicity, he straddled his bike, purring to life after securing his phone in a gps position. 

“Tell me where she is, Curtis!” 

“oh but this is so smart! She rerouted the signal using a bimetric process–”

“I don’t care about the semantics! GET ME HER LOCATION.” Oliver roared.

“Pennytown. I think. We’re still triangulating her position.” 

Pennytown was north of his location. Rosewood Avenue would be the fasted route. It was straight, had few stop signs, and low traffic. The only downside was the speed limit– which he broke on a daily limit. 

Pushing the bike to it’s limit, he flew down the street, weaving around cars crossing intersections, and narrowly missing a pedestrian. 

“Watch out!” The poor student yelled, shaking his fist. Oliver ignored him, barely seeing the road as it was. He had Felicity in his mind’s eye, tied to a computer, simpering in pain. She needed him, now. 

 “Turn left! I said LEFT!” Curtis yelled in his ear. “Finally narrowed down. She’s in one of three buildings on Pine and 67th. That’s all I got.”

Oliver barely acknowledge him with a grunt. He revved his bike faster. 

“Oliver,” Diggle spoke, “I have Dinah on route to your location. She’s about 2 minutes behind you, coming from the precinct.”

“Rene find anything yet? I don’t like going in blind.”  

“Not yet, Hoss. I’ll let you know.” 

The corner in question came in view. Not in the Green Arrow suit, Oliver pulled out a balaclava, rolling it down his face before tugging up the hood on his sweatshirt. 

He was going in there without any protection. No Kevlar, no leather to protect him. Just cotton. He hesitated, hearing John’s words repeating themselves. 

You’re no good to her dead!

“John,” he whispered, hating the anxious note. “Is Dinah bringing an extra vest?”

It was Dinah who answered. “I grabbed your spare suit from your office, Boss. Just in case you changed you mind. But I have an extra vest, sure.” 

Oliver parked his bike, waiting. Two minutes wouldn’t change anything. He could wait for Dinah, save Felicity and not die trying. He was no good to her dead. 

Things could change drastically in two minutes though. A little voice whispered. Felicity could bleed out in two minutes. A bomb could go off in two minutes. You could get shot standing on the street in two minutes. 

He shook off such thoughts. He didn’t deserve the suit, didn’t know why Dinah thought that was a good idea. He wanted to rush in there, arrows flying, throwing punches, but that was the monster, the rage within. The monster couldn’t help Felicity. Only he could. By being Oliver Queen, he could. 

“ What you’re feeling isn’t darkness. It’s a schism. You’re at war with two sides of yourself.” 

Felicity’s words of last year came back to him. He was fighting a war. And how do you end wars? Sign a peace treaty. Compromise. 

This is what she’d been trying to tell him all along. What he’d been failing to do the last five years. He was the monster and the man. He couldn’t take one out of the other and trying to do so, was how he created this whole situation. 

“The light and the dark.” Shado, a voice from the past. 

He couldn’t be either Oliver Queen or the Green Arrow. 

They were one and the same. Defining them by themselves had him split in two. 

I hate how you refer to yourself in third person.” Diggle this time. 

Running away to Ivy Town with Felicity he’d chosen Oliver Queen. Lying to Felicity he’d chosen the monster. Back and forth he’d chosen one over the other. But what if… what if he stopped doing that?

And chose both. 

Oliver Queen is the Green Arrow. The Green Arrow is Oliver Queen. There is no one or the other.

Such an epiphany left Oliver feeling light, hopeful. Like he could handle anything life threw at him right now. 

that crashed as soon as Dinah pulled up next to him. “Here boss,” she passed him a vest. 

No. The suit please.”

Thought you might want it.” 

Just as he reached over to take it, Rene spoke through the comms. “Found something, Oliver. But I don’t think you’ll like it. I found out who took Felicity, but it’s not who you think. “

to be continued… 


anonymous asked:

I am going to be a senior (high school) this year and I have no idea what to do with my life. I have been illustrating for years and I absolutely love it, but nursing is the more practical option. Any tips on how to choose which pathway? Side note: You are such an incredibly content maker and seem so humble and Kind!

Awww, this is too sweet.

Okay, one thing I want you to really take to heart and hear is that times are changing quickly and you don’t just have to do one thing for the rest of your life. I know lawyers who are leaving the profession to open yoga studios, nurses that are getting teaching certificates. Everyone is becoming some kind of blogger. I think you should learn as much as you can in college, but the things you learn in class (if you follow the nursing $) is only part of what you’ll learn. I went to school for journalism and broadcasting and in a lot of ways I’m doing that, but I also went to school when Tumblr, FB, and YouTube were starting out and that completely changed my path. I had a roommate who was an art major and borrowed her camera a lot to learn how to take good photos. I taught myself photoshop to make my myspace background better. I think illustrating is dope and you don’t have to stop doing it to be a nurse, but you also don’t have to be a nurse forever, or at all. So this was probably not that helpful, but my point is that you can do so many things so worrying too hard right now about exactly what you want to do with your life is unnecessary. We get to live as many lifetimes we want while we’re here, choose all of the things that hold your interest. xx

So back in…Woof, a while ago, now - I was asked by my friend and art hero Lindsay if I’d like to do backgrounds on a special episode of Adventure Time.

The ep is called Beyond the Grotto and I might sound biased but it’s really really good you guys. Now I’ll tell you a li’l behind-the-scenes info!

The first thing I needed to do was watch the rough storyboard animatic, which has most of the voice/(temp)music done with all the storyboards in place of full animation. This quickly became one of the coolest experiences of my life, since I was watching an ep of AT like 7 million years before it aired!!!

Next, I did some concepts to give Lindsay and the studio an idea of where we were going with the style and colour! I wanted to include as many vibrant and Matt-style palettes as possible haha

Then, I took the storyboards and painted the BGs! This was a very new and strange experience for me and I learned a lot and also made some dumb mistakes (which I’m very glad for because now I know how to do a cool new thing!)

I hope this was interesting to read! I know there’s lots of great production blogs about this stuff but, as a first timer, it was really cool to finally see behind the curtain on a show that I’ve loved since forever ago. (:

You should check out Beyond the Grotto, if you get a chance! It’s really great!!

anonymous asked:


















And many more

Honestly, so many good blogs in this fandom

And so many good artists like:








And so many more that i don’t remember now (sorry!!!!)

Y'all are so talented in this fandom (fanfic authors too!!

Thank you for asking!! :))

another graceless night

Hi all! My name is Sophia. You can find me (as Hendrik so graciously pointed out) on Twitter here and on Tumblr here. In 2014 I wrote for OWOB on Lorde’s first album, Pure Heroine. It was almost three years ago. I had turned 17 not even half a year before. I was starting my first week of college. I wrote it sitting on the floor of my brand new dorm room between the bed and the dresser. I was really, honestly so young that it makes me feel soft and delicate and translucent to think about it. That’s how I feel about Pure Heroine too, now - something stark and delicate, something from a past life. I still listen to it. It’s still really good. I still love the background echos on “Royals”. I still sometimes cry when I listen to “Ribs” but it’s like the way you feel when you see a picture from your childhood you had forgotten existed. 

Melodrama is a very different album than Pure Heroine. It’s enormous. It has more instruments. It makes more mistakes. This week, maybe inevitably, we’ll talk about the way the two albums are parts of a coherent body of work, both emotionally and sonically. We’ll make comparisons, I won’t be able to help it. But for now I want to make sure I give Melodrama its due: it is a luminous thing. It takes up a huge amount of space and populates that space with tiny, exquisite details. “Hard Feelings/Loveless” is a perfect six minute song and yet I keep thinking about how at 3:41, as “Hard Feelings” fades out and “Loveless” begins, you can hear an inhale in the background that sounds a little bit like the word baby. How “The Louvre” has the most joyful shimmering Springsteen guitars. The hallowed church-cavern echo on “Sober” when she sings “liquor-wet lime” and a thousand voices join in. All these things are good. All these tiny joyful moments create the surface of a space we are lucky to be allowed to live inside of.

I am not sitting on the floor of my dorm room anymore but I love her just as much as I did when I was 17, with my whole heart. I’m excited to talk to you about Melodrama this week.

Writing Tip:

It’s easy to rely on stock personalities for background characters, but if you throw in at least one personality trait that conflicts with what readers expect, you can really bring these bit-part people to life without having to devote too much time to the details. 

For the record, I define ‘background character’ as a character who’s only there to move the plot along. You know, like–the bandit who exists to scare the protagonist into discovering hidden powers, or the guard who stops the protagonist at the gate to engineer some minor conflict. The people who get lines, but you don’t have the time, means, or motive to get to know them well.

So like–in Wardbreaker, I needed a criminal guy for all of two scenes. Literally I just needed someone to take the main character from Point A to Point B. It would have been so easy to make him a standard Tough Guy, but instead, I decided he’d be mild-mannered and casual. Turns out that by day, he’s a fruit salesman, and by night he’s an infamously brutal hit-man. Also he likes whistling.

He’s only around for like two scenes, but that unexpected contrast helped him stand out. It got me–and the readers–curious, which made him a lot more fun, and a lot more memorable.

This technique isn’t limited to background people, either–it’s a decent starting point for any character you didn’t plan out. 

I have an antagonist in my current WIP–I knew his role in the story, but I didn’t have a clue about him as a person until the deadlines were upon me and it was too late to do a lot of planning. So I figured since you’d normally expect a guy in his line of work to be crude and brutal and mean, this guy really cared about hospitality. He’s a flat-out villain who’d sell his brother without a thought–but so long as you’re in his house, he’s darn well gonna be a good host. 

This contrast between expectations and reality made him fun–and now my critique partners can’t get enough of him. 

So yeah. Real people are messy and multifaceted. And everyone in your novel should feel real–even the background characters. Giving them at least one apparent conflict within their personality is a good way to do this, because it hints at the life you don’t have time/energy to flesh out for them.

Angels/Human/Demon AUs

Angel/human AUs

-The “I saw this demon scum forcing you to sign a deal with the devil, literally, and now, I’ve been told to protect you until you’re in the clear.” AU.

-The “I’ve been assigned to try and help you with this demon. Luckily, you’re a goody two shoes and prefer me over the demon. This is going to be a piece of cake.” AU.

-The “This is my first time recruiting for heaven and that’s when I met you. Goodness, this is going to be difficult considering your hanging around the neck of a devil-signed man. Hopefully you’ll like a little goodness in your life.” AU.


-The “You’re on my list for recruiting, and I’ve been doing this for years now but you however wouldn’t break. You have no religious background, but seem to prefer the angel standing in front of you.” AU.

-The “I was stepping back to the portal of Hell when you followed me and shit, now you’re gonna get me locked up in Hell, which is worst than Hell itself so. Don’t touch that, you dirty human asshole!” AU.

-The “For once, someone signed this damn paper giving you a ticket to Hell. Welcome to a shitstorm of fun, wait what do you mean this isn’t your name? Doesn’t matter, it has a facial recognition, dick.” AU.


-The “No, this is my client! Get your own shithead.
Oh, you’re an angel? Doesn’t matter, I can win the heart of any man or woman.” AU.

-The “We’ve been living in the same house, sitting next to this person we were assigned to make them turn to our side, and I just realized you’re a demon, who listens to “Knocking on Heaven’s Door” by Guns and Roses and this is awkward because I’m an angel who listens to “Highway To Hell” by AC/DC” AU.

-The “I understand you’re a demon, and that I should be working against you, but I find that we have either the same target or ones that are connected and man I wanna talk to you because you’re a handsome devil, but that’s a cheesy pick-up line and I don’t wanna mess it up so I’ll just sit here and watch from afar.” AU.

-The “We’re undercover trying to befriend this shy kid who is planned to die early, but I feel just as bad as you do so we gotta do our best to get him to heaven, okay? And only this time will we work together.” AU.

-The “I know you’re an angel, and that you watch me work everyday because we have similar targets, but man sometimes I lie about my targets just to be around you. My boss is going to kill me again once he hears I didn’t even get one person this week.” AU.

-The “I’ve been working with you for nearly 10 years now and our target to protect wants to break up with their partner. Now I’m not saying that you’re always right, but their partner is abusive to our target and I’m getting scared for them like a mother bird. Just tell them to break up with their partner and I’ll stand out of the way.” AU.

-The “I get tired of working with you, but it’s always a blast seeing what happens and us being summoned the help our child through life. No, I didn’t mean we had a child, not that it would be a bad thing but we’re not married and I prefer life from above so yeah let’s not.” AU.

-The “At first I had a thing for the client because they’re pretty cute and all, but now I think I’m falling for the demon who works next to be everyday because when this child calls for me, I always feel off balanced. Like we’re an old married couple who fights but when one is gone it all goes crashing down.” AU.

I’ll Always Support You // Conor Maynard

— Heyy! Can you don an imagine where y/n isn’t famous (or a youtuber) and she’s dating conor? Thanks! —

I turned off my computer after I finished watching a video of my uni lecturer talking nonstop about the peripheral nervous system. I had enough time to do my makeup and get dressed before leaving to go to the boy’s flat which was just a couple minute walk from mine. Today, Conor is performing at Wembley stadium for the Rays of Sunshine concert.

We’ve been dating for a couple months now, but we pretty much have kept out relationship out of the spotlight. My social media accounts were private, so no one outside my friends and family really knew anything about my life. At the beginning, I wasn’t comfortable exposing my life to his fanbase because I liked my privacy. But obviously, since him and his friends are constantly in front of a camera, recording all aspects of their lives, it’s only natural that his fans found out about me. Conor and I met at a small party, my friend who’s dating one of his mates had invited me. We spoke all night at that party, he asked for my phone number before I left, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.

I left my house, makeup and hair done, dressed in an off the shoulder short dress and ankle boots and walked a small distance to the apartment he shared with his friend and brother. I buzzed their intercom to let me through the gates and made my way to their door. I knocked on their front door and was embraced in a hug from Anna, his little sister. She had come down from Brighton to see Conor perform. I had recently met his entire family, to which they welcomed me with open arms.

“Y/N, I love the way you did your makeup!” Anna complimented. We got very close, we treated each other as if we were each others sisters.

“I was just going to say the same about yours”, I laughed.

“Yo, Y/N!”, Jack walked into the room and high fived me then hugged me. “What you been up to?”

“Just been forcing myself to study all morning, the usual”, I sighed. “You vlogging today?”

“Oh yeah!” Just as I mentioned that, he pulled out his camera. “Good morning guys, hope you’re all doing well. I’ve got special guests with me today, Y/N, Anna, be nice and say hello”.

I waved to his camera and poked my tongue out. Just a couple days ago, I gave him permission for me to be in this vlog. I walked off as he continued to talk about the concert to go find Conor. I found him in his room blow drying his hair. “Hey babe”, I hugged him from behind as I watched him from the mirror in front of us.

He smiled widely and turned off the blow dryer. “Hey beautiful. You look amazing today”, he then pulled me into a hug and kissed my lips, letting his lips linger on mine.

“So the superstar is in here, getting – ooh bad timing” I heard Jack from the doorway with the camera in his hands, recording us but catching us at a bad time. He then left, causing us to laugh.

“How’ve you been my love”, Conor asked.

“Not too bad, are you nervous for today?” I let go of Conor to let him finish getting ready so I sat on his bed.

“Nah, I think I’ll be fine”, he responded.

“Yeah, I know you will. You’re very good at what you do”, I smiled at him. As he was finishing getting ready, I was scrolling on my phone for about half an hour. “Babe, its ten past twelve, what time do we need to be there?” I asked.

“Shoot. We should be leaving soon, so I have time to rehearse and do those interviews”, he said checking his watch.

“Conor, the uber is here!” I heard Anna yell from the living room. We all then left and arrived at Wembley stadium.

“Y/N, how you feeling? You look worried” Jack laughed, sticking the camera in my face as we walked to Conor’s dressing room.

I laughed. “I don’t know why I’m nervous. I know he’ll do amazingly well tonight, as he always does”, I looked at Conor and kissed his cheek as he put his arms around me.

“Ew”, Jack joked around, He then turned the camera off.

“Will you guys be okay by yourselves?” Conor asked.

“We’re big kids, we’ll be fine”, Jack said.

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep an eye on Jack”, I said to Conor, Anna laughed and Jack then rolled his eyes. “Good luck baby. Love you”.

“Love you too”, Conor kissed me before leaving to do interviews then rehearse on stage.

We kept ourselves busy for the next couple of hours by eating and giving ourselves a little tour. I checked the time and it was a quarter past five, the show would be starting soon. Jack, Anna and myself were then escorted by two security guards to a closed of section in the arena, giving us a perfect view of the stage. Anna and I were really excited, seeing all these artists live for the first time. We danced to each performance, singing all the popular hits along with them. We were given breaks after each performance. The stadium lights then went off, and Conor popped up on stage, causing the crowd to go wild. Conor then performed some covers and his original songs, Anna and I were dancing our butts off while Jack was vlogging for his channel. We all got into the shot of his camera, mouthing the lyrics to the song Conor was singing. As Jack was filming Anna and I dancing, I looked up to see Conor right at the edge of the stage, looking directly at me. Whilst he was singing as I mouthed ‘I love you’ to my boyfriend.

“I love you too baby”, Conor said into the microphone right in the middle of his song, then the whole crowd went more wild, if that was even possible.

After Conor finished, the security guards then took us backstage, Jack still vlogging everything. All the lucky winners who won backstage passes then started screaming as we were passing them. A lot of the winners were then yelling for Jack, and some even asking me and Anna to take photos with them, to which we did.

“Oh my god, Y/N you’re so pretty!”, one of the girls yelled, I thanked her. I took a bunch of selfies with different people, even though I wasn’t famous at all, I guess being the girlfriend of a famous person does put me into the public’s eye, whether I like it or not. As soon as Conor walked into the room, the attention then diverted to him and everyone started screaming. I watched him have his mini meet and greet, his face genuinely lighting up as he met everyone, it melted my heart. I took a couple of sneaky pictures as I watched him chat with his fans. As soon as the night was done, I was so exhausted that I fell asleep on Conor’s shoulders during the ride home.

“Y/N, baby, wake up”, he whispered into my ears, I groaned but got up anyway.

We all walked into their flat, Anna and Jack going straight to bed. I made my way to Conor’s bathroom to brush my teeth with a toothbrush I keep here. I took off my makeup and went to Conor’s drawer to steal a tshirt to wear to bed. I sat on Conor’s bed going through the videos and photos I took of tonight, smiling to myself. Conor jumped into bed behind me and pulled me down with him by my waist. I showed him the photos I took of today and he asked me to send them to him.

“Thank you so much for coming and supporting me tonight”, Conor said as he kissed my hands.

“Are you crazy? I will always support you, till the end. You make me so proud”, I kissed his cheeks then his lips.

“I know things can sometimes get a little crazy being with me, but still thank you”, he smiled

“A little crazy?”, I joked around.

“You know what I mean. But I guess our relationship is a little more out into the open now”, he said.

“I don’t mind it anymore, I don’t want to try and hide our love. It’s too stressful. From now on things will be different, especially since I’m going to be in Jack’s new vlog. Not just in the background anymore”, I said, my hands slightly rubbing his cheeks.

“Good, now I can flaunt my sexy girlfriend to the whole world, and make everyone jealous”, he laughed and kissed me on my lips. We then fell asleep in each other’s arms. For Conor, I would sacrifice anything for him, even if that means giving up some parts of my private life. I don’t care anymore, I would do anything for this boy. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So this is my first published little short fic! thank you to the person who requested this. I really hope you all enjoyed it. Sorry if im not too good haha, let me know what needs improving or let me know if you enjoyed it. please feel free to message me any requests!

Evak Drabble- Prompt-- Sex Talk

“Heyyyy, Isak.”

Isak looks up, a deep instinctual part of him already alarmed at the faux-casual way Eskild is approaching him- hands up, big smile on his face, a goal of humiliation in his eye.

Yup. Right of the bat Isak knows he’s not going to like this conversation.

“Eskild.” he greets warily, taking another bite of his cheese sandwich and mentally mapping out all of the potential escape routes in the kitchen.

“So I was wondering if we could talk,” Eskild grabs chair and slides in right across from Isak. He daintily rests his chin on folded fingers, “Love Guru to… person in need to guru skills.”

Oh dear God.

Isak swallows. “Um- I don’t know. I’m meeting Even in like-”

“Ah Even? Perfect! That’s who I wanted to talk about.”

That is the very thing he is so afraid of. “You did?”

“Yep!” Eskild pats Isak’s hand encouragingly, “I just feel that it’s my duty as your mentor in the gay community-”

“Eskild, really-”

He shoots Isak a look. “-to check in and make sure you are… prepared to be in a relationship with another boy.”

Isak takes a deep breath. “I mean, Even and I have been together for like three months now. So, not much that I haven’t, you know, figured out.”

“All the better!” Eskild takes a breath, “Are you being safe?”

Isak stands up and pushes the cheese sandwich away, “Nope. I am not having this conversation.”

It’s no mater, Eskild just hops up and follows Isak to the sink, “It’s great to have a sexual relationship with a boy, but being safe- condoms- are an important part to a-”


“How are you feeling? I know you’re a bottom, so it everything being stretched properly? Any internal bruising?”

Isak pointedly does not think of the handprint shaped bruises on his hips or the bite marks marking the inside of his thighs, “Oh my god. This is not happening.”

“And like- Even is really tall… so it stands to assume that he’s proportionate, so it might be painful if the proper foreplay isn’t taken into consideration.”

Alright. Starting right now, Isak is going to look a new apartments away from nosy roommates who want to know how big his boyfriend’s dick is.

Eskild continues, looking nonplussed at the way Isak is slowly turning into a human tomato with the way the flush running up his neck and onto his cheeks, “And, like, I’ve seen rug burns on your knees- which let me tell you is a common problem for me.”

Isak picks up a butter knife from the sink and considers how much force it would take to stab himself. “I don’t want to hear this. I really would give anything not to hear this.”

“You don’t have to be ashamed-”

Isak groans and turns to look Eskild in the eyes, no matter the psychological distress Eskild is currently inflicting. “I’m not ashamed, Eskild. Even and I are- we sex. together. It’s safe, sane, consensual, all that good stuff, “ Oh god he feels queasy, “Even is, Jesus Christ i hate my life, he’s very good at what he does and- okay please let me drop this and we will never speak of it again.”

Eskild is positively glowing. “Aww Isak! You two are adorable. My little sexually responsible babies. I am so proud of you.”

In the background, a buzzer rings and Isak nearly sobs for joy. Even, his savior, is getting so many blow jobs in thanks for unknowingly saving him from this moment.

“I have to go. Now. Forever.”

“Do you have a condom in your wallet? I have an entire six pack if you need it? Isak?”


To gain or not to gain

Gaining has been a part of my life for a long time. My fascination with weight gain began in my early teens with watching others gain through uploaded videos on youtube. I was always wondering what it would be like to be larger. Taking up more space, filling out clothes, and just feeling the weight of new pounds on my frame.

I began my first foray into gaining myself, going on 8 years ago, through my own youtube videos when I weighed a whopping 175-180 (videos are long gone as far as I know). But back then when my metabolism was high and I was constantly working out through football practices I was only ever to get to my biggest of 195. That is until I graduated and moved out to college. Due to stress from both family and social norms, I decided to lose weight workout hard and lift weights to look my best for college.

During college I was no longer working out every day and I had unlimited meal plans. By now, grommr exists and with the help of many of you it helps encourage me to new heights. By my junior year, I hit a high of 237 up from my low of 175. Again senior year came around and I realized that I wanted to lose weight to look my best for graduation. By the time graduation came, I was down to 185.

Unfortunately, I was unable to find a job until a year after graduation. During this time I did little to nothing other than eat,sleep,watchTV,repeat. With this I decided that now would be the best to finally give gaining my all. I ballooned up from 185 to 255 during the time frame of my graduation in may to october. Due to not getting a job by then and being discouraged I decided that I would enlist into the navy. In doing so I began to exercise and lose weight and got back down to the 240s, but with luck the day I go to talk to naval recruiters I get a call back from an interview and have received the position. I began my job in May and get accustomed to the new workplace. I decide to give gaining another go and by October I hit my highest ever of 285. I was officially undeniably fat. I should be my happiest ever because I finally achieved what I had dreamed of for years.

But the grass isn’t always greener. My recent blood tests were off the charts for cholesterol and fats. I was doing damage to myself already at the age of 23. My family has a history of diabetes and heart problems with all men in my family dying of heart attacks, my own mother has a pacemaker and father had triple heart bypass just recently. So unlike the lucky few of gainers with good health backgrounds, my gaining comes with a cost - my life.
My body was now riddled with stretch marks on my love handles, arms and butt; a trophy to many gainers. To me, I was embarrassed by the red lines all over my body. I haven’t taken off my shirt in a public setting in over two years now.
I was now struggling to walk, wear clothes and even wipe my own ass after relieving myself. Some may think those as signs of obesity and be brimming from ear to ear in pride. For me, I was uncomfortable in my own body.
Family began pointing out my weight more and more, disappointed that I was ruining my body and not taking care of myself. With all of this compounded on me I finally decided that gaining was not for me.

So as of now, I have quit gaining indefinitely. Many of you will be disappointed in hearing this but in order to live my happiest I believe that can best be done at a lower weight. I am currently down to 250 with a goal of 220 for my cousins wedding this July.

But despite losing weight I am in no way leaving the community. I will still work to encourage those that I have built friendships with and who knows, maybe one day if the stars align perfectly I will once again dip my toes into the gaining pool.

Thank you to those who read my story. :)