this is the best gif on the internet

“You can draw me something for free, I mean you love drawing and animating It’s not a big deal if you do one only for me, it’s your passion!

Free art, it’s the best you know, just a little one for me :3″

Yes it happened a lot this week I don’t know why, maybe my smiling avatar face! Free art, let me reply to you little guy.

I let the magic bread talk for you ;)

yesterday i meet my best friend delynn ( @catearsandflannels ) for the first time ever after three years of communicating online and wow.. we had such an amazing time in new york city. i am so happy this happened and expect a ton of photos on here in the near future, but i love ya delynn and our pb&j friendship. 💙🖤

Hey, I was woundering if anyone wanted to be wrestling friends? Like people who I can talk to every day, and discuss wrestling together, and become best friends💛.

It’s with great honour and gratitude to reach one thousand followers for my main/booklr/aesthetic blog. I’ve had this blog for almost a year, having that I accidentally deleted my old blog of 4 years. In the beginning, I was devastated that all my old personal blog that I’ve spent practically my whole high school life, was deleted and never retrievable but I with that, I took a deep breath, let go of that past, and started anew with this blog. A blog that I shared a specific passion in books, mythology and  other aesthetics with. This blog changed everything. With it, I met a lot of new and amazing people with the same passion as me. I’ve found more books to read, shows to watch, inspirations for art and above all, friends to connect with. And with all that, I say thank you to the following whom I admire and give praise.

To Michelle aka @perxephne
Without you, none of this would have happened. You’re the first book friend I’ve met before this blog! I credit you to helping me get into reading more, being with me through happy and hard times, and for becoming my first best internet buddy who I actually met! You’re such a kind, beautiful, sophisticated young soul. The kind you read in a Donna Tartt book. Thank you for sticking with me all this time and helping me blossom this blog to what it is.

To Diana aka @kazzriel
I am so thankful that our paths crossed and I got to know you and connect with our love of A Court of Mist and Fury along with other books like AEITA and SOC. I first reached out to you cuz we had the same name lol and being fangirling best friends makes this blog worth while a lot of the time. I want to thank you once again and a million times more for the package of books you sent me! It’s just really cool to think we’re so far apart from each other yet we’re this close. I’m so ready to fangirl about ACOWAR with you!!!!

To my GF squad aka @dirtyhandsnet
You girls changed this blog for me indefinitely. I never knew I could connect with such amazing friends and create a kind of sisterhood (or girlfriend hood?) with you girls. We connect with each other on such a high level that I don’t think most networks have. I’m so glad that I have such a supportive, caring group like you. Thank you and NMNF.

To Allie aka @alohomra
You’re such a refreshing ray of sunshine when I met you in person! I think we could have talked for hours upon hours more than what we had back then. You’re a small piece of inspiration as to why I’m going into Digital Media Design here in MB. You’re so nice and bubbly and really cool! Thank you for the being there for me!

To Jem aka @lovesclub
Thanks mom (we’ve been mutuals for the longest time and you helped me get on my feet as a booker) You’re way cooler than me.

To Simi aka @ninazcneik
I think you were one of the first 10ish people to follow me and definitely the first mutual I’ve had. You always stick out to me. I always have admired your blog and it gives a smile to see you ask for a blograte and my notes (I’ll definitely pick up The Diviners just for you, don’t worry!). It makes me proud to be close to a blog that makes beautiful edits and is so #aesthetic. We’ve silently been stuck together since the beginning so I want to credit you in the growth of this blog too!

Even though she’s inactive at the moment I want to thank Jolly aka @rhyesand
I’m so happy we started talking to each other! We’ve got more than a month’s worth of Snapchat streak and let’s never stop! You’re so cute and cool and smart and you helped me go broke with all the book buying but without it, I wouldn’t have gotten ACOWAR at 50% off?? Like wow! Thank you for being awesome!

To @mythologicalnet , vixensnet , and mermaidntw
I want to thank these Networks for accepting me! It’s great honour to be part of your networks too!


For the rest, I’d love to thank the following people for their blogs that help me build this one.

a-h
@adampairrsh, @adamperrish, @adamsey, @adaestra, @adriansydney, @aesterea, @alekzandermorozova, @alinastakov, @alisonreynclds, @alrightpotter, @aly-naith, @aminyard, @andrewminyurd, @arctmis, @ardennttly, @arisdantes, @artemiseia, @arteomis, @ashryvaer, @asteriaria @astveria, @aphrodihe, @apcllo, @avdrewminyard, @baudelaireklause, @bb8s, @bellhound, @blcise, @bleuczerny, @bloesargent, @blsgnt, @blueganseys, @blueganseys, @bluesey-182, @bluesurgent, @bluvsargent, @breisls, @cabeswaeter, @cabeswatre, @cedricdiggoury, @chainsaw-assassin, @chxngsey, @cigarettesmokeandexyracquets, @citriene, @collinslily, @crooked-queen, @cuipid,  @czrenys, @daisycalloway, @damnitminyard, @daniellewildes, @dawncourt, @deadparrish, @demtr, @dickgasney, @dolcegf, @drogonqueen, @drunklesbian, @dvurmstrang, @edgarapoe. @elains, @eterniety, @etherealae, @exyjosten, @faeyre, @faeyries, @fcyre, @feyrearcheron, @feysanded, @fleurrdelacour, @fleuvrdelacour, @fourmillionkruge, @foxhoescourt, @foxhole-way, @francesjanvier, @ganceys, @ganszey, @gcldentrios, @gcrdcn, @ginnyv, @ginnyweaslsy, @glitterdower, @greatganseys, @greywaren, @gwcnllians, @gxnnyweasley, @haermes, @havilliard, @hayleylkiyoko, @heartrenderatheart, @heartrnder, @heart-brekker, @hecaites, @heistia, @herimone, @herxnstairs, @highfaerys, @hsinfully, @hufflevpuff, @huntzbergrs, @hynpos

i-p
@ilsirius, @illuminosity, @inejgaffas, @inejjghafas, @jamespottver, @jcssdavis, @jcstcns, @jeansmoreau, @jeremoreau, @jeremynox, @jespefrahey, @jesperfaehey, @jesperfaheyy, @jesperfehay, @jesprefahey, @julietcapulaet, @julieteferars, @julietteferrarrs, @julietteswarner, @juqheadjonesiii, @katiebells, @kazbrekkev, @kazbrxkkers, @kazheartbrekker, @kazrietvelds, @kazrrietveld, @kazzbrekkers, @kellls, @kerouc,  @kestrelofthenorth, @ketterdcm, @kettercrows, @kettersdam,  @kindvillains, @kvndav, @lilabard, @lilabarrd, @lillabard, @lindseymorgan, @lonan-rynch, @loranhale, @lorencobalts, @loveskaz, @maelide, @maenons, @maevencalore, @maraudre, @mcnstress, @mendcza, @mermaeid, @merflk, @minyardx, @mjnyard, @monmouth-manufacturing, @mooncourt, @mrozova, @mrpheus, @mydarlinginej, @neiljosteq, @neljostns, @nikolailatnsov, @ninaezenik, @ninahelvaar, @ninaszcnik, @ninazaenik, @ninazenirk, @noahccerny, @noahczerney, @noahczerny, @nomournersnofunerals, @nymphadcra, @nikolai-lantsov, @ofwelshkings, @ohbrekker, @ohczerny, @ohrhysand, @ohsturmhond, @ohvaltersen, @okayodysseus, @olympius, @orlasargent, @oydsseus, @oylmpians, @padmepatil, @palmetostate, @patrioclus, @patroiclus, @pcrcy, @percyjacksou, @persephnne, @persrephone, @poethry, @poisonharleiy, @prettyminyard, @primriose, @pureblud, @puresblood

q-z
@queencarstairs, @queenvictoriaroyalty, @quidittch, @qveenaelin, @qveenofthenight, @raavenboys, @raevnclaw, @ravkan, @ravnsclaw, @reetvelds, @reneevvlkr, @retourneralamer, @reynlds, @rhysahd, @rhysand-you-smooth-fucker, @richardesgansey, @richardgansvy, @richardiiigansey, @rikomoriyamaa, @ronunlinch, @rosecallaway, @rovinsky, @ryhsand, @rykemedows, @saintkaz, @sanabakkxush, @sarrgentblue, @savagekaz, @saverichardcampbellganseyiii, @scorpusmalfoy, @siriusblacc, @sixcfcrows, @six-of-crows, @softfeyre, @softghafas, @softmoonlights, @softprongs, @sons-of-ilios, @spiderinej, @spookyamren, @startouchd, @stormborn, @sxofcrows, @thaleias, @thaliagraced, @thebooknymph, @theravcnboys, @theunseeliecourt, @thominho, @trialsofapollo, @troysivan, @tvvinkletoes, @tylerjosephs, @victorvalc, @vildes, @vvilde, @vvinterhayle, @warlockrune, @warners, @wayland, @waywardbutonward, @wespers, @wildhvnt, @williamherxndale, @winonaryder, @wvylanvaneck, @wylanvansunshine, @wylanvanwrecked, @wylenvanek, @zenikss

Imagine getting back together with Chris.

A/N: I LIVE! 😂 Okay, so my sluggish internet is making tagging an arduous process which is why I may be desolving the taglist for a little while. If you’d like to continue getting updates, turn on my notifications. If not then 🤷🏻‍♀️ 

Chris paced his hotel room from window pane to window pane, gnawing nervously on his thumbnail. His gaze darted to the keycard tightly clenched in his right hand; it unlocked the room three doors down where you laid restlessly on your identical king size bed. It had been a tediously long day for the two of you; the maid of honor and the best man of a wedding with four hundred guests. One might’ve thought the tedious part was the wedding duties you’d been bestowed, but it was actually having to do them with the one you’d recently ended a six year relationship with. It was exactly as you’d expected having to complete ridiculously romantic tasks with someone you’d thought you’d spend the rest of your life with; doleful and utterly gut wrenching.

That was the idea you and Chris had, you’d planned to grow old together in a beautiful house somewhere in Boston where you were both born and raised. It was meant to be easy, he’d promised you easy, and it was easy. Since the beginning, things with him had been effortless. There was no need to try or change because neither felt like the other was short of perfection. The whole relationship had been perfect, then he dawned the role of Captain America and everything changed. In a matter of days, you lost him to his perpetually demanding job. You were proud of him and you did everything to make it work, but it just became too much. His fans, the paparazzi, his constant absence- it overwhelmed you. You would’ve sold your soul to the devil himself if it meant sparing Chris’ life, but that kind of love didn’t change your inability to handle the fame that came with his abundant success.

The breakup was a tragedy the two of you were still trying to heal from. It’d only been six months and it wasn’t like you could take time out to purge the relationship from your systems due to the wedding. Your best friend was getting to married to his best friend, it was hard not to associate with him when he was the best man. Every decision you made with the bride, you had to check in with him and the groom. It helped that his job kept him in South Africa for as long as it did; you managed to get through four months of planning without having to see him face-to-face. It didn’t make things easier, but it helped.

The day of the wedding filled both you and Chris with indescribable amounts of dread. Your heart would start pounding against your chest whenever you heard his name, and his stomach would flip every time he heard yours. There was a common understanding between the two of you that you’d eventually run into each other, but as long as you could avoid it- you tried. You even had it down to a math, counting the seconds so you’d just miss each other. But you couldn’t do that when it came time to walk down the aisle. Your best friend was kind enough to make sure the groomsmen waited by the alter with the groom rather than walk down the aisle with their appointed bridesmaid. There was no way you would’ve made it down the aisle without your heart combusting if you had to walk down holding Chris’ arm.

Chris ran his hand over his beard and groaned loudly in frustration as he kicked the edge of his bed with his barefoot. “Fuck!” He cussed, hobbling around in a circle. The pain that accompanied a toe stub was sometimes blinding, but nothing compared to the pain of seeing the love of your life and knowing you didn’t have a future with them. Chris’ eyes filled with tears as he sat on the edge of his bed. A chuckle escaped him and he managed a wistful smile when he thought about how beautiful you looked in your blush pink gown. He wished he’d spoken to you instead of actively avoiding you. He thought it would’ve been easier on both of you, but he realized after he arrived back in his room that he’d made another huge mistake; the first being letting you go. He had to see you, even if he couldn’t be with you- he had to see you. He rose to his feet and left his room, quietly padding down the corridor to yours.

Outside your door, he paced again with great apprehension. The lights seeping out from under your door told him you were still awake, but he was worried you wouldn’t open up after seeing it was him through the peephole. The last time you’d exchanged actual words unrelated to the wedding was your breakup. You’d told him you loved him before you left with your bags, leaving literally nothing for him to remember you by. You’d wanted a clean breakup because you were familiar with how the two of you worked. You needed to take everything including your shadow because if you’d looked back, you would’ve never left.

You propped yourself up on your elbows when you heard a soft knock on your door. You didn’t need the peephole to know it was Chris on the other side, your heart could tell. The closer you got to the door, the harder your heart started to pound. It was like it never stopped from when you saw him at the wedding, just slowed momentarily. You placed a hand on your chest and closed your eyes, taking a slow, deep breath. You knew it was a bad idea. You wished you had to ability to turn around and climb into bed, but not when the guy was Chris; he left you weak-kneed and nonsensical. “Get it together,” you whispered to yourself then opened your door.

“Uh- h-hey,” Chris stuttered, shocked you’d opened the door. “Sorry, were you-” He didn’t even need to finish his sentence because you knew what he was going to say and had shaken your head as an answer. “I was just- um- I- uh-” He swallowed, wishing he’d practiced what he was going to say to you before he came over. “Do you want to grab a drink?”

If your brain was operative, you would have declined and told him to go to bed. But it wasn’t because it’d been six months and you still missed him dearly. Every morning you’d wake up alone in your bed in your deafeningly quiet apartment; no Chris, no Dodger, and you hated it. You’d cry in the shower and wished for the capacity to endure what his lifestyle meant for yours so you could be with him again. No, it wasn’t a good idea for you to grab a drink with him. You were vulnerable enough without the influence of alcohol, you needed to close the door and go to sleep. You knew all that, yet you responded with “I’d love to.”

At 3:23AM, even the twenty-four hour hotel bar was empty. The environment consisted of four people: you, Chris, the tired bartender, and a dedicated musician. Soft nameless melodies floated from the grand piano to the bar where the two of you sat in silence, staring uncomfortably at your untouched glasses. Chris ordered you a moscato because your favorite drink had been seared into his mind, and for himself he kept it simple with a scotch. His lips curled into a small smile when he heard you quietly humming along to the pianist rendition of Pachelbel’s Canon. Your appreciation for all kind of music from country to classic was something he admired.

“How are you?”

You were slightly taken aback when he started a conversation, you were sure the night was going to be spent in silence. “I’m okay,” you nodded then took a sip of your wine. He nodded as a response, taking a sip of his scotch. “How are you?” You turned to him and asked, darting your gaze away when he met it.

“I’m okay,” he responded similarly.

Another silent minute that felt more like a hour ticked by before one of you spoke again. This time it was you who initiated the conversation, though confrontation seemed more appropriate. “Chris,” you worked up the courage to meet and keep his gaze. Your heart wrenched at his wistful smile and you asked, “what are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered with a shake of his head. “I just know the past six months have been hell without you.” It was instantaneous; both your eyes filled with tears. “I miss you, baby.” He disclosed with a broken voice. “I don’t know how to do this, Y/N. I had a plan- you were my plan. I thought- I shouldn’t have let you go, it was-” He shook his head vigorously as he cried, reaching a hand forward to cup your face. “I am so sorry, I told you it’d be easy.”

“And I told you I’d stand by you,” you sniffled. “I am sorry I walked away, I thought I could handle it but- it was so hard, Chris,” you admitted, starting to sob. He rose to his feet and wrapped you in his arms; you buried your face in his chest. “I miss you so much, I miss Dodger, I miss our home and- I just don’t want to be without you anymore.” Chris’ arms tightened around you and he pressed a kiss on the top of your head. “I don’t want easy, I want you.” The smile he had on his face was genuine for the first time in six months. “I just want you.”

Chris drew back, smiling at you as he took your face in his hands. “I want you too,” he whispered as he dipped his head. His lips touched yours, healing the cracks on your heart that appeared six months ago. Your hands slipped into his soft hair as you kissed him back, moaning softly into his mouth. “I love you,” he repeatedly whispered in-between his tender kisses.

You smiled when you broke the kiss, running the pad of your thumb along his swollen lips. One of your hand that had remained on the back of his neck drew him forward. Your lips brushed his earlobe, making him shudder when you whispered, “so take me back to my room and show me how much.”

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“Are you two ready to leave for dinner or what?” The sound of Niall’s voice combined with knocking on the door made you scramble off of Harry, the two of you rushing to pick abandoned pieces of clothing strewn across the floor. It was obvious both of you had lost track of time… Your dinner reservations were at 8, you had gotten ready by 7:20, but Harry just looked so good in his suit that you couldn’t help yourself! (Harry didn’t mind your friskiness at all.)

“One sec, Niall!” You replied, nearly stumbling over as you tried to zip your dress back up while slipping into your heels. Meanwhile, Harry was buttoning his shirt back up, throwing his tie back around his neck. It was only when you caught sight of yourself in the mirror that you realized: Walking outside with smudged lipstick and a couple small blooming bruises probably wasn’t the best idea. Especially when paps and fans could expose you and your pictures would be floating around on the internet for the rest of eternity. 

“Are you ready?” Harry puffed out, stepping into his boots and reaching down to fix the buckle. 

No, I’m not ready! My lipstick is everywhere and- You shouldn’t have given me hickeys, Harry! It’s hard to cover them up…” 

“You shouldn’t have pounced on me in the first place!” Touché. 

“I’ll be back. Distract them!” You hissed, gesturing towards the door before you were rushing over to the washroom. 

“I-” 

“What’s taking you so bloody long?” Harry’s head whipped towards the door as it swung open, smiling sheepishly at the rest of the boys. 

“Y/N’s in the washroom, that’s all.” Harry shrugged casually, clearing his throat before plopping himself down on the couch. “Jus’ touching up her makeup, y’know!” (Keep in mind Harry wasn’t the greatest liar.) 

“Y/N, let’s go! I swear I’ll drag you outta the washroom if you don’t move faster!” Louis screamed, lips tugging up in a smile when you replied with a charming ‘Come in here and I’ll shove my heel up your-’ …You know. 

“You didn’t even fix your tie yet, Harry.” Liam snorted, pointing to the tie that was still wrapped loosely around Harry’s neck. “And you’ve got- Is that… Is that lipstick on your collar?” There was a moment in which Harry and the rest of the boys had a mini stare-off, Harry quickly reaching up to brush his fingers over the collar of his shirt. 

“…No.” 

“Then explain the lipstick on your shirt, dummy.”

“She bumped into me by accident. Accidents happen!”

“…What were you and Y/N doing before we came in?” 

“Watching TV.” 

“What were you watching?” 

“I mean, we were on Youtube.” 

“Watching what?” 

“Buzzfeed videos!” 

“Is t’is a ramen soup packet?” Niall asked cluelessly, Harry’s eyes widening once he caught sight of the open condom packet in between Niall’s fingers that he had picked up from underneath the couch. 

“Alright, let’s go eat! I don’t know if I’m going to eat that much - I had a huge lunch.” Your heels clicked against the ground as you made your way over to the boys, your makeup looking nice and crisp. You hadn’t done a great job with the hickeys but hopefully, they weren’t that noticeable. 

“Obviously you’re not goin’ to each that much. You spoiled your appetite by eating ramen!” Niall snorted, rolling his eyes before tossing the torn packet into the bin. “You’re so silly, Y/N!”

“…Yep.”

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