this is what i get for taking a huge break from graphic making

Pepero Day (M)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Smut, Bestfriend!Yoongi, Valentine’s Day themed

Word count: 5.7k

warnings: Rated M, language, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: This was meant to be a valentine’s day fic, but it’s a day late, rip. I hope you enjoy it regardless!

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Three’s a Crowd (Part 15)

Originally posted by beuits

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14. Part 15.

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A NIGHT AT HOME | YOONGI VERSION

WORD COUNT: 3,328

warnings: graphic smut, swearing, masturbation, rough sex, oral sex, overstimulation

Originally posted by bwiseoks

masterlist | ask | song


Stirring the white milk into the coffee you sighed, bored out of your brain. Your boyfriend was busy working in the home recording studio you had built for him for his birthday, as he was most nights. Yoongi was a member of the internationally famous kpop group BTS, and had even released mix tapes and solo tracks of his own. He was so very passionate about music, in fact, that’s how the two of you had met.

Three years ago you were out buying a new sound system as your room mate had broken yours, Yoongi was in the quiet music store too; he introduced himself as a sales assistant to help you find the best ‘value for money’ equipment, as you didn’t have much cash with you. Of course things started to get a little fishy when said sales clerk asked if you had a boyfriend, whereabouts you like to go eat and what your living arrangements were. Eventually he confessed he didn’t work at the store, but was very intrigued by you and wanted to get to know you better.

Later that night he took you to your favourite restaurant just outside of town and you exchanged numbers before he dropped you off at home. A week later you couldn’t contain your huge Cheshire Cat like grin when he showed up at your door at midnight, blasting music from the most expensive sound system you’d both seen in store.

“Y/N! I saw this in a movie last night, is it working?! Did I get the girl?! Let me in before your neighbours call the cops!”

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All Tongues

Okay, I wasn’t planning on writing a second part, but y’all inspired me.  So here ya go.  Definitely NSFW.  I think I may have missed a few people who requested that they be tagged…sorry!

Find the first part, All Hands, here.


It was strange how an intimate sexual encounter could be put on the back burner when life was anything but normal.

For weeks after your handsy night with Dean, life went on.  You hunted together and apart, you dealt with demons and ghouls, nightmares most people couldn’t even imagine.  You stayed at the bunker as often as possible, but it wasn’t as often as you’d have liked and it was never alone with Dean.

There were stolen glances and knowing smiles from both of you, but never did you have another night like that one.  

Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

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The only one (Daryl x Reader)

Relationship : Daryl Dixon X Reader

Trigger warnings : Parental abuse , depression , 5 years age gap, consensual sex , death, violence, graphic scenes.

Rating : Mature + (Please do not read if you are under-aged)

 Summary :

 The narrative follows the reader and Daryl. The story starts pre-apocalypse and links the events of different stages of their lives as : kids, young adults and adults, focusing on their friendship and eventual love relationship . But when the world turns to dust, will they be able to make it? 

Read and find out.

 A/N I don’t want to make a big summary cause I don’t want to spoil the story. I’m really excited about this one , hope y’all enjoy!

P.S : The story begins in the past , and time skips until it reaches to the present day – Negan time. It also includes some flashbacks. I hope I write everything clearly enough, not to confuse you guys.

CopyRight: I do not own Daryl Dixon, The Walking Dead nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended.


Part 1. Best friends, nothing more, nothing less!


 A road bump wakes you up. You’re in a car, driving. The tears dried as they found their own way down your cheeks. Your eyes are puffy . This wasn’t just a dream.

Same old story, happening again. As soon as you start to call a place home,  and make a few friends, your mother finds yet another boyfriend who convinces her to start fresh somewhere else , ‘A new beginning, the opportunities of a new life…’ Yadda yadda…..or better yet ‘I have a criminal record here, we can’t stay’. You’re only ten and you can see through their lies. Sometimes you wonder, is your mother just stupid, too desperate to have a man by her side or is she just a pathetic drunk?

 ‘We’re here’ Nick announces as he parks.

Your mom gets out of the car, excited. She knocks on your window three times. ‘Come on honey, let’s check out our new home’

You roll your eyes and follow her. Oh, did I mention you just arrived in the middle of nowhere, mountains of Georgia?

‘Hey kid, grab some bags will ‘ya?’ Nick scolds you, mumbling something about how you’re so useless.

You ignore him and decide to explore instead. You sneak between the tree lines and run, giggling.

This may not be that bad after all. The area is pretty beautiful, you’ve seen worse. A lot worse.

You look around and sigh. So far no neighbors , except for  the huge forest surrounding everything. Do trees count as neighbors? But at least you have nature, and a lot of open field to play.

‘Y/N , baby where did ya go?’  Your mother calls for you. Probably to make you clean while they have beers and cigarettes. You run deeper into the forest, expecting to find a hiding place.

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I am so excited!!! This little book (well, 264 pages) has been about 9 months in the making, and it’s finally done. Good grief.

Basically, many of my friends at my undergrad university did Creative Writing with me, and for our final project we had to write a 6k word short story and 2k critical commentary - which, by the way, as someone who has done a Master’s since and written a 20k thesis, was just as hard as writing a standard dissertation. As a surprise to everyone, I sneakily got copies of everyone’s short stories by pretending I just wanted to read them and compare them to mine, and I made them all into an anthology, which I gave to everyone at graduation. It was a really fun project to work on, even though it took ages to proof read the entire thing and design the cover and cry over Word formatting. We called ourselves the Come Along Collective because ‘come along’ was kind of a catchphrase of ours and ‘collective’ sounded professional and artistic. Sue us, we had degrees in this shit.

In June last year, about 3 years after we graduated, we met up (a pretty big deal, seeing as one of us now lives in the US!) and decided to do another anthology. Without the immediate option of including our conveniently timed university dissertation equivalents, we agreed that it would be really fun if we all wrote a short story of between 4-15k words - this is actually why I wrote Here, the World Entire, which appears in this anthology in a slightly shorter form! Since I made that first anthology back in 2013 our friendship group has changed a little, and so one contributor to the first anthology isn’t in this one and we have a new contributor, but that’s OK; it kind of charts the progression of everyone’s experiences since university.

So, over the past 9 months or so, we all wrote a story each, and everyone put their all into their stories, despite being 23-25 now and not having the luxury of time that we used to have, and honestly, the stories are amazing. There’s not a single one in there that I wouldn’t read in a literary magazine. One person didn’t do Creative Writing and was really worried about their story not matching up to the others, but it absolutely does. I did a little cry when I read it because it was so good and the writer didn’t think it was (I think they are now aware that they are actually super talented and should definitely write more). That was one of the reasons I’m so happy to have this physical copy as proof that it’s done, and people who thought they couldn’t do it did do it, and they did it fabulously, because every single person wrote something phenomenal.

There was one person in the group who wasn’t able to write anything because they had a lot going on in their life, and so the rest of us prepared a SUPER SECRET SURPRISE, complete with a secret Facebook group chat (which was literally titled THE ONE THAT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO KEEP SECRET) in which we collaborated and wrote a story for her instead so that she would still have a story in the anthology. One person wrote a section, then handed it to the next person, and so on. It turned out to be an absolutely hilarious story involving Emily Blunt as an evil sorceress, Jez and Mark from Peep Show as couriers, and our old landlord as an arch villain. It’s pretty rad, not going to lie. That person still gets their name on the cover because the story wouldn’t have been written without them; we basically tried our best to put that person’s personality into a narrative, and that’s why it’s so weird. They are weird, is what I’m saying.

This whole thing was a massive labour of love for all of us. I was literally proof reading it on lunch breaks, and taking graphic design assignments at work so that I could practice for when I made the cover (which I think looks snazzy, if endearingly off-kilter). Everyone was hugely supportive of one another, giving each other prompts and feedback whenever anyone got stuck, and it was such a fantastic experience to make it from start to finish. I’m so, so proud of the end product, and I’m excited to see what our next one will look like!

I have also prepared a super secret special surprise of my own for everyone within this anthology, which I won’t disclose here just in case any of them happen upon this post. It’s rad, though. I’m excited for everyone to see it.

This isn’t available for commercial purchase or anything like that, but it’s a personal project that’s been taking up a lot of my time lately (in a good way!) and it’ll be kind of sad not to have this to work towards. Still, onto the next thing!

college app season is coming up! since i’ve had some experience with interviews, i thought i would throw together a post about college interviews to give all you seniors a hand and alleviate some stress

🌿 t h e   b a s i c s

  • many colleges offer interviews
    • can be required or optional
    • can be conducted at the school with a student/admissions rep, or near your home with an alumni
  • a word of advice: if an interview is optional and you are contacted to have an interview, TAKE THE INTERVIEW–it can only help
  • types of interviews
    • individual
      • most common type (95% of the time it will be this one)
      • one-on-one with a school representative
    • informational
      • short
      • more of a Q&A about the school
      • not personal; can have multiple interviewees
  • most interviews run from 20-60 mins
    • however, leave ample time around your interview. all of my interviews went at least 20 mins over. but remember: length of the interview doesn’t mean anything

📑 i n i t i a l   s e t - u p

  • first of all, if you can’t secure an interview or are not offered one, DON’T FREAK OUT. that just means the school doesn’t have enough resources to give you an interview
    • it will NOT count against you or your application at all
  • for interviews conducted on-campus, you will have to sign up for a time slot to have an interview or email the admissions office to set one up
  • for alumni interviews, they will contact you
    • via email or phone
    • respond within 24 hours if you can, and absolutely by 48 hours
    • respond using “Dear Mr./Ms. ______”, thank them for contacting you, tell them you look forward to the interview, schedule a time that works for both of you, and make sure you are clear on the interview location
  • you’ll get an email of confirmation back from them
  • then mark it in your calendar

💭 h o w   t o   p r e p

  • research your interviewer !!! seriously, this is important
  • make sure to know…
    • where they’re from
    • which schools they’ve gone to (undergrad & grad)
    • what they majored in
    • what profession they have now
    • anything of significance about their relationship with the school you are applying to. for example, during my Princeton interview, I brought up my interviewer’s senior thesis topic, and he said no one had brought that up to him in like 20+ years. we had a great 20 min conversation about that, plus it made me memorable
  • research the school
    • specifics! whether it be clubs, resources, traditions, classes, etc.
    • especially know classes, research, professors, and resources that relate to the major you intend to study
  • create a list of questions to ask
    • these should not be questions you can look up the answer to (shouldn’t be factually/statistically based)
  • run over your résumé or topics that could come up
  • research what previous interviewees have said about the format of the interview
    • use tumblr, college confidential, etc. BUT take everything said with a grain of salt
  • make sure to know the transportation route to your interview location
  • optional: create an elevator pitch

👔 w h a t   t o   w e a r

  • business casual is best
  • gals: a nice skirt and cardigan, dress with tights, nice jeans/slacks with a blouse, etc.
    • keep your hair out of your face!
    • stay away from noisy/clunky jewelry, or anything you might fidget with
  • guys: button-down shirt or polos with khakis or a nice pair of jeans, suit jacket and tie/bowtie, etc.
    • wear nice shoes (no sneakers) AND SOCKS
  • nonbinary/non-gender-conforming: do whatever you think is best for you! just remember to look professional and well put-together (although this rule applies to everyone)
  • weather
    • summer/spring: lighter clothes. most likely you will be interviewing indoors, so don’t forget to bring an extra layer if necessary
    • fall/winter: add outerwear like tights, stockings, sweaters, etc. check the weather and bring an umbrella, hats and gloves, or snow boots if necessary
  • general tips
    • better to be overdressed than underdressed
    • avoid logos, graphics, and anything noisy (and please don’t wear apparel from the school–it seems “sweaty”)
    • use accessories sparingly
    • wear something classic but comfortable, that enhances your personality but doesn’t override it

📓 w h a t   t o   b r i n g

  • notebook/looseleaf paper
  • pens/pencils
  • any notes you may need
  • a list of questions to ask the rep
  • résumé
  • phone/money/keys/bus card
  • ***make sure you know the interviewer’s contact info and directions to the interview!

💬 d u r i n g   t h e   i n t e r v i e w

  • arrive 5-10 mins early to get comfortable with your surroundings
    • location will most likely be either a workplace (like a law/business office) or a casual setting (like a cafe)
  • the interviewer will meet you
    • make sure to shake their hand
  • if you are at a place like a cafe or coffee shop, you don’t need to offer to buy them anything !!! you can get yourself something if you want
  • they will most likely start with an open-ended question like “tell me a bit about yourself”
    • ELEVATOR PITCH FO DAYS
    • tell them your name, your school, some activities you do, etc.
    • try to tell them stuff that’s not on your application
    • ex: talk about upcoming internships/events/activities
  • from there a topic will latch on and they’ll start asking questions and transitioning
  • at the end, they will ask if you have any questions
  • DO
    • sit up straight, use manners and make eye contact
    • ask questions–even in the middle of the interview
    • consider the interview a conversation
    • listen to and learn from your interviewer
    • take notes
  • DON’T
    • interrupt your interviewer or get distracted
    • hold back/be modest
    • sound haughty
    • be quiet. speak. tell stories. talk!
    • make your answers generic
    • be nervous! it’s really, really hard to mess up an interview. everyone has nerves, but just remind yourself that this doesn’t really count for anything

🎉 a f t e r w a r d s

  • whew! you got through it. CONGRATS !!!
  • within 24 hours, write them a thank you email
    • thank them for taking the time to interview you
    • make sure to mention specifics about how they were helpful! it makes you memorable
  • you may or may not get an email back, but that doesn’t mean anything
  • breathe a sigh of relief. compile notes. rest.

💡 i m p o r t a n c e

  • how much does this actually matter?
    • not much
    • seriously, stop stressing
  • interviewers cannot make or break an application. having a superb interview will not boost your application by a huge amount, just like having a not-so-great interview will not doom you for all eternity
  • what the interview CAN do is…
    • help the interviewer advocate for you further
    • give you insight into the school
    • give you a chance to elaborate among things in your app
    • show the school you can conduct yourself gracefully in social/professional situations
    • give your application a boost if they are deciding between you and a similar candidate

and that’s all! i hope this post was helpful. please feel free to message me if you have any other questions or need more advice.

From JDM’s WSC Chicago panel - part 11:

Fan question: “When you were getting ready for the role of Negan, did you have any inspiration for you? When you were going to be shooting for Negan in the beginning?”

JDM: “Did I have any inspiration? Yeah, I had the comic book. That’s a huge…that’s a huge piece of information for me to have. Uhm, you know when I got the role, I was in the middle of shooting a show called The Good Wife… (cheers from the audience) Thank you, it’s like 7 people. But I don’t expect The Good Wife to be a big con kind of draw. (laughing) Ah, thanks! So I was in the middle of doing it and I got a call from The Walking Dead to come and do Negan. And I had like 3 days coming up and we had to cram it in quickly so they literally sent me a scene, which was like a 12-page monologue so I had like 3 days, in the middle of shooting another show figure out what the hell I was gonna do with Negan.

So…I was familiar with Negan. 5 years ago I was at a Comic Con and a fan, one of you, came up to me and said “Hey, have you seen the new Walking Dead issue?” I’d never seen a Walking Dead issue, period. I watched the show but I had never seen the comic book. “There was like this new character that just got introduced and he’s name is Negan. You should play him!” And like 5 months later I was at a comic book store, ‘cause I love comic books and I picked up issue #100 and I read it and I was like “Oh, fuck, I should play that guy! That would be fun as hell!” And low and behold, literally I got a call from my agent – this is a true story, you’ve probably heard it before – and my agent called and they said the Walking Dead called, they’re offering you the bid bad on The Walking Dead. And my response was: “Is it Negan?” And they’re like: “The Walking Dead won’t tell us. It’s a secret.” And I’m like: “Oh…it’s fucking Negan! And I’m fucking doing it! I don’t care what contract I gotta break with The Good Wife! I’m gonna go and do The Walking Dead!  And…I got to.

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

So when I did that first episode I…I literally, it was so fast that it was about to learn all the lines but then I looked at the comic book, I looked at issue #100 to see if there’s any beats that…and sure as shit, when Nicotero shot it, I mean, literally, we took, just like we talked about with Watchmen, there were panels literally taken from it. And in the same with the first episode of season seven, kind the continuance, there’s panels directly taken from it that Greg shot. And so I’m glad I looked at the comic book, now I haven’t looked at the comic book a lot since then because I figure, I wanna do something different, I don’t know exactly where Gimple and crew were gonna take the character, ‘cause there’s enough kind of variances that I don’t need to…I don’t want to stay real current with the comic book, I know he’s still alive! Yeah! But I don’t wanna like…glue it anything in my head, and have it be different when we shoot it or the lines being different.

Like I’m really big on the fuck takes. I…I think Negan should swear, I think that’s part of his personality, who he is… Yeah, and I love what Kirkman has created with this guy, a guy that can say “Fuck, fucking, fuckity fuck!”. Is a guy I wanna have a beer with! And obviously we can’t do that with AMC, and for very good reason and all you little people in the audience – Adam – but that’s the character that was created, so we…in these scene taken from the comic book, we shoot it two ways: I memorize every scene two different ways. The edited version that we can see on AMC and I can tell you I get 7 “shits”, and like 4 “hells”, and a “Jesus” per episode. Yeah! With Negan’s dialogue, and those of you who are fans of the graphic novel, you know he’s a very colourful character! And I could use all those swearwords in like…half a scene! So we have to spread them out and we never get to use the best word, the “Negan word”. Uhm…so that was probably another good reason why I don’t read the comic book anymore, ‘cause I get so frustrated when we’re shooting and I am faced with trying to find a new variation for the F-word. I mean…there’s some toosies and it just makes me roll my eyes every time, I’m always like “All the fans are gonna kill me for sayin’ you know, some ridiculous “yahump”, whatever he says, he’s friggin’, he says friggin’, uhm, you know…

But anyway, yeah, back to your question I rambled… I’m fuckin’ exhausted, I’m just like talkin’ to myself up here now…this is me every night at my house! Just talkin’ to myself. Inspiration the comic book. That’s what I used. It was really a fast process and so I did use the comic book and there was a picture, remember I told ya, there was a frame of him kinda leaning back and…boy, look what that’s created! Now I’m a gymnast! Thank you, dude!”

Fan: “Thank you!”

JDM: “Just shut me up.  Just say “Dude, you answered it! Shut up!” (laughing) Thank you. That goes for anybody. Just cut me up!”

The Answer’s In The Air: A Miles/Phoenix Mix

Yes. It happened. I’ve been replaying the Ace Attorney games and now here it is. A mix for these nerds. This mix is actually really chronological and the songs are a mix of their separate point of views, so I’d really suggest checking out my annotations to see which stage of the relationship each one refers to/whose POV it is.

This is my first fanmix that has been published to Playmoss first and my first mix about like…solely guys I’ve ever made. Period. SO CONGRATS YOU TWO YOU MUST BE SOMETHING SPECIAL. Also yes there’s an Ace Attorney font you can download and I used it for the graphic.

1. Enough to Go By| Vienna Teng//2. Given It All| Haley Kiyoko//3.An Act of Kindness| Bastille//4. Stray Italian Greyhound| Vienna Teng//5. INSIGHT (English Cover)| Y. Chang and Sapphire//6. Enemy| Jesca Hoop//7. Phoenix Burn| Alpha Rev//8. Hurts Like Hell| Fleurie//9. In My Veins| Andrew Belle//10. Vindicated| Dashboard Confessional//11. Count on Me| Bruno Mars//12. Kimi Janakya Dame Mitai (I Think It’s Gotta Be You) (English Cover)| Y. Chang//13. Aishiteru (I Love You) (English Cover)|Lucy//14/ Freeze You Out| Marina Kaye//15. I Try to Talk to You| Hercules & Love Affair ft. John Grant//16. Some Guy| Anthony Rapp//17. I Do It All For You| SoMo

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Detailed chronological annotation plus lyrics under the cut:

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Bad boys are sure as hell sexy

Request: ‘Hi! Could you write like a Keith x reader where Keith is like the school’s punk and the reader is the pastel flower child and then Keith flirts with them a lot and her friends (lance, Pidge, Hunk, Allura) are like “heck he like you that not good son” but Shiro (Keith’s best friend) is like “Yo he ain’t that bad.” Wowie this is long sorry’

A/N: I based this version of Keith on some fan art I saw a while back. I really love this request! Thank you anon for requesting it! You guys are welcome to request more ideas like this

(High school AU) Punk-ass! Keith x reader

PART 1/?

Originally posted by kaeveeoh

Walking into high-school on Monday morning you weren’t prepared to face the clamours of multiple people as they chattered about a rumoured new kid like a group of hungry chipmunks. Galaxy Garrison tech was one of the best high-schools you could get accepted into in like…the world! You were so happy when you found out you got in, because it was your dream to get into a high-school that you actually enjoyed going to everyday. One where you wanted to get up every one morning without hesitation towards the blaring alarm. You loved high-school. Some people thought you were crazy for ever thinking that.

As you reached your locker, your happiness towards school was short lived as the one and only Lance McClain crashed towards the locker door next to yours. “Hey Y/N~” He drawled as sexily as he could. “Hey Lance.” You said without even sparing him a glance, just focusing on the books you did and didn’t need in your small locker. Your door decorated with memories of long ago when you, Lance, Hunk, Allura and Pidge were still in middle school. Middle school was the best, but you found it so hard. You didn’t care if some people didn’t find high-school since you found It easy. Things of Space coming easy to you. Brushing the dust off of your orange pastel and short skirt, you glanced back up at lance, placing your hand on your hip as sassily as you could. “What do you want?” You snapped towards him. He recoiled slightly as your tone before stuttering “A-a D-date?” his breaths came out in short puffs as he awaited your answer.

“No way in hell.” You spoke venomously, slamming your locker door shut for emphasis. With a rejected look on his face, Lance walked right back over to his friend, your friends, Allura, Pidge and Hunk. Telling them how him asking you out went. But that was when shock over took your face, YOU LEFT YOUR LOCKER KEY IN YOUR LOCKER DUMBASS! You yelled at yourself, alarms blaring in your forehead as you tried to wrestle your door open. But then was when he walked over, not that you noticed. You were too busy trying to open your locker and get your books for first period. You didn’t even notice when he opened the locker next to your, the same one that Lance had bumped into and left a dent in before. But the new guy didn’t care. He opened his new locker with ease and staretd to unload his pristine new books into his new home for the school year. “Need help there?” He chuckled at your panicked expression.

“Maybe, I stupidly slammed my locker shut and I can’t get my ke-” You cut yourself off as you turned to face the hottie that happened to be right next to you for the rest of the school year. “What is it? Am I missing a piercing?” He laughed at your new expression. “Uh, ah, no.” You mumbled before turning back to your troubled locker, trying to ignore the huge blush on your face. The new guy had black hair that formed a mullet around the back of his neck, he had piercings all over his right ear and you were pretty sure you saw a metal ball on his tongue when he was talking just now. Holy shit, he was hot as fuck. All the black on his body right now drew you towards his awaiting body, if anyone else had been wearing that you definitely would have been repelled by it. But this guy attracted you due to his dazzling personality and his amazing looks.

“I’ll help you, ten different high schools sure taught me something about stuck lockers.” He said as he scooted closer towards you, his black flannel moving against his hips and his black vans squeaked across the pristine (in comparison) floors. As his shoulder touched yours, you felt sparks fly across the gap between you two, but if the guy felt anything he ignored it and continued to bang on your locker three times, almost rhythmically. Your locker door popped open as if on command, whereas you gaped at the new skill you had acquired whilst watching. “That was awesome!” You gushed as you took out your pastel jotter and shoved all your chemistry books into your arms. Making sure you had your key before closing the door this time.

“Thank you so much…mister no name.” You laughed at the nick name as you started to walk off, holding eye contact with the punk as you went. “Keith…Keith Kogane.” He whispered to himself, watching you walk in Chemistry as he tried to fight off the blush coming to his face. Lance watched his chemical -like reaction to Y/N as Keith covered his mouth, almost as if he had actually been blessed by a kiss from the pastel angle herself. But Lance couldn’t stand for it. Vanishing into the shadows, he began to plan his ways of winning Y/N back. Keith just stood there, even as the bell rang, cursing softly as he grabbed all his new books and ran in the direction, he hoped, of his first class.

-2 weeks later-

It had been two whole weeks and you hadn’t talked to Lance or Keith throughout the 14 days. But you didn’t mind. You’d rather talk to Keith anyway…Lance had become distant though and that worried you. He was still your friend, even if you had rejected him. You two had been friends since kindergarten and you had hoped that nothing could break you two apart. Apparently not… You frowned at the thought as you printed things off for the principal. It was your free period, but for extra credit, you had been assigned to be the principal’s assistant for the whole week. Little did you know what that had gotten you into as you knocked on his door. “Come in.” Principal Alfor called out as you stepped into his musty office. The smell of the juju berries on his desk a reminder that this wasn’t what an office should smell like. As you looked over the paperwork, you didn’t look up to see who the principal was tending to as you filed his files into the filing cabinet.

Turning back to go out the way you came, you wiped your dusty hands on your pastel blue graphic tee before you faced the beaten up faces of who principal Alfor was telling off. Gasping at the multiple bruises on the two boy’s faces, you knew that had tried to beat the crap out of the other person. “What the hell?!” you stormed over to Lance, tempted to slap him as he held an ice pack to his forehead. Whereas Keith got off scot free, with just a few bruises and cuts on his face along with a gnarly black eye. “You know these two Y/N?” Alfor asked you as the shocked expressions of the boy ran over your face.

“Unfortunately for me, yes. They are my friends.” You snarled, both boys sighed with a dejected huff as you friend zoned them both in an instant. “Well…they were found beating each other up in the school parking lot, if it weren’t for Mr. Coran they probably would’ve had much more severe injuries.” Alfor informed you as you sat on the corner of his desk disappointedly. Trying to fight the horrified expression that would take over your features any moment now. But it was too late. “We’re sorry Y/N-” “Yeah, he’s sorry I’m not.” Lance cut off Keith’s heartfelt apology, wincing slightly as the icepack fell down his face slightly, grazing the sore bump on his head. “I’m not angry at you guys…I’m just disappointed in both of you.” You looked up at them, pity was all you held in your eyes as the boys looked at you with horrified expressions. You were disappointed in them? This was hell on earth.

“What provoked it?” You whispered to Alfor as you discussed quietly next to his desk. Away from the prying ears and eyes of the two beaten up boys. “A girl, I think. I’ve only had scraps and pieces of information fall out of their mouths as we talked, well…tried to.” Alfor told you, stroking his white beard nervously as he gazed up at you from his desk chair. “Boys, what was this all about?” You turned to the two, tightened the blue and white flannel around your slender waist. Making both boys gulp simultaneously under your penetrating gaze. “We…we uh.” Lance stuttered, unable to answer. “We were fighting about you alright?!” Keith shouted out, scared that he would get beaten up by you if he didn’t say anything. Even if that would turn him on. “What?” You gaped, Alfor along with you, shocked at the new development. Yet happy that Y/N had gotten some results. “Well then…” Alfor said, stroking his beard once again out of being pleased by the case closure. “DUDE WHY DID YOU GO AND SAY THAT?!?!” Lance screamed down Keith’s ear. Temporarily deafening him. Squiggling a finger down his ear to get his hearing back, Keith answer. “I WAS SCARED SHE WAS GONNA BEAT ME UP OKAY?!?” he shouted back, not caring if the office people in the background heard.

-5 weeks later-

It was getting closer and closer to the formal dance and nobody, absolutely nobody, had asked if you wanted to go with them. You hoped Keith would ask you, but every day you went to your locker and left at the same times, all the while Keith was next to you, collecting his stuff, but he would either say the imperfect greeting or just ignore you. Too focused on other things…you guessed. But that wasn’t what he was thinking about. He was thinking about all the ways he could ask you to the dance without being noticed by Lance. Without a second thought, Keith took his old and scratched Walkman, pressed a random heavy metal CD into the player and listened into his headphones as he walked sullenly down the hallway. Ignoring your longing look aimed directly at his back as he walked towards the school entrance. You still waiting behind him for what you wanted.

Walking out onto the sunny boulevard, you saw Keith leaning against one of the pillars that support the roof of the school that hung out over the courtyard. “HI Keith.” You mumbled, knowing he couldn’t hear you because he had his headphones so instead…you walked past him, sitting down on a bench nearby to wait for your ride home. “Y/N!” Damn, he spotted you. These were your intentions, hoping he would ask you. Surely he knew you didn’t have a date to the dance, even as a friend? You wouldn’t even mind if he asked you to go with him as friends. Nothing more, nothing less. You were locker neighbours after all.

“Hey Keith.” You put on a sunny kind of expression, ignoring how melancholy you actually felt. You didn’t want your expression to match the colour of your blue pastel skirt. As he strolled over, he sat down next to you on the warm wooden bench and slung his arm over the back of it, so close to touching the bare skin of your shoulder. “How are you doing Keith?” You asked, not making eye contact. More preoccupied with your indie shoes instead. You didn’t want to get caught in those eyes of his.

‘Ask me.’

You thought over and over again, refusing to give up the thought that he might actually be into you. But…you couldn’t help thinking that would never happen. You hated yourself for always thinking that the hot guy would fall for you…but this time, it was different. Keith fought for you against Lance, the creep who wanted to go out with you, purely based on your looks. Even though he had known you since, well…diapers. You already knew his parents and everything there was to know about him…there was nothing to tell each other about…each other. That’s why you didn’t want to go out with him, Not because he was one of your best friends and it would hurt like hell if you guys ever broke up and never talked to one another again. Sure, he was annoying at the best of times, but he was your best friend. And you didn’t want to let him go because of that…no matter how much he wanted you. Clearly, he didn’t want you enough to take you to the dance. SO here you were sitting with the preferred guy.

Supposedly, the guy of your dreams. But he didn’t know that…he would never know that. A guy like him would never fall for a girl like you. “So…the big dance.” Keith started. Your heart thudded and stopped. Was he? “Who are you going with?” He asked, turning away from the sky, his headphones slung around his neck as he faced you. Wanting to see the expression on your face when you told him who you were really going with to the dance.  “Uhm…” You turned away from his blue-black eyes, refusing to look into his eyes as a light blush adorned your face.

‘Fucking ask me.’

“…Nobody’s asked.” You mumbled to yourself, closing your eyes, ripping away the fear like a week old Band-Aid. ‘Fuck me’ was all you could think when you were met with dead silence. “Did you hear me? Nobody wants to take me, Miss goody two shoes Y/N Y/L/N to the fucking dance because she is a fucking loser!” You shouted, fighting the tears. “Y/N… I never knew…” Keith muttered sadly as he took the headphones off from around his neck, resting them on his haphazardly drawn on books, resting on the bench. And instead, he rested his hand on top of your trembling one, trying to sooth you. Trying. “Nobody wants to go with me because…I, I’m fucking worthless.” The tears freely cascaded down your cheeks now. You swiped your hand from underneath Keith’s so you could cover your tear sodden face, so he couldn’t see you.

“You…you aren’t worthless…Y/N? Look at me?” He asked, taking your face in his hands, luring your face closer to his and making you instinctively drop your hands from your red and puffy face. Looking into those sky grey eyes, you could distinctively see the hints of blue in there. And knowing he had a hint of perfect in his imperfect soul was what made you want him even more. “Keith…” You trailed off, not knowing where you were going with the sentence anyway. “you…you are fucking beautiful. And if you ever saw a simple bit of what I saw, you’d believe me because of how freaking true it is.” Keith spoke as your lips got closer and closer together.

A loud beep drew you both out of the love stricken daze you were in. “Yo! Y/N, come on let’s hit the candy store!” Allura joked as she pulled up to the school in her pink mini. “Coming!” You shouted back before turning to get your bag and…oh, Keith. “Do you wanna come with?” You asked him hesitantly, feeling utter hatred towards Allura for interrupting your almost first kiss. You didn’t care if Keith kissed you now or not, you wanted him to come with you to the parlour. “Sorry, Candy’s not really my thing.” He joked, crossing his legs and arms simultaneously as he watched you saunter over to Allura’s car. “I’ll see you on Monday!” You shouted over to him. “Sure!” He laughed, not daring to show the disappointment hidden behind his frequent mask.

“Who was that cutie? And were you making out?” Allura asked as she pulled up to the candy store, which happened to be only a mile away from Garrison tech. “That was Keith and no, we weren’t making out. But we would’ve been if you had just gone round the block at least once.” You threatened her as you checked your makeup in the car rear-view mirror. “Don’t worry…I can tell you’ve been crying and can tell that he said something that really resonated within you.” She winked. “What exactly did he say?”  Allura asked, tucking strands of wild white hair behind her perfect caramel brown ears. There were numerous perks to being the daughter of the principal, and one of them was that she could be in any club, she was immediately elected as the leader for the only reason that her father was the principal. But she was so damn good at leading people.

“You are fucking beautiful. And if you ever saw a simple bit of what I saw, you’d believe me because of how freaking true it is.” I quoted him word for word, the words still resonating within my head. “Fucking wow. Way with words or what?” She laughed, fluffing her hair up before getting out of the damn mini. “Fuck.” You mumbled before following her into the store. Stepping into your sweet world, you took in the scent of the candy and savoured it like you were gonna die tomorrow.

-2 days later-

Back at school, you sucked on a lollipop left over from the candy store as you organised all your books, making sure everything looked pretty even though you were the only one that would look into it for the next few hours. A book flew out of your locker, you were completely unaware though as you savoured the taste of the candy on your lips. “Missing something?” A familiarly beautiful voice laughed. “Keith?” You turned, slamming your locker shut as you pressed your back up against it. “Woah, didn’t mean to scare ya.” He laughed as he handed you, your much needed chemistry book. “It’s fine.” You said, popping the black berry lollipop out of your mouth.

Keith swallowed for a moment as he watched you take the sweet candy out of your mouth, your tongue sliding sexily against the purple surface as he held your book out for you to take. ‘Holy shit.’ He couldn’t help thinking. “Um…thanks.” You swallowed in sync as you took the book off of him, your fingertips brushing against his as you did so. That familiar spark still hanging over you guys as it happened. Keith’s mouth was dry; he couldn’t fucking breathe. Were you feeling what he was feeling this time? But as you started to walk away from him. He tugged on his helix earring, hoping it would rip out of his ear so he had something to distract him from the pain of you walking away from him. That was when it came to him.

“Y/N, wait!” He yelled down the hallway, as well as ran. Squeaking down the hallway, he skidded to a stop in front of you, making you look him dead in the eye. He gulped nervously before shoving his fidgeting hands into his pockets. “I was wondering if…since you still don’t have a date to the dance…if you would like to go with?” He stared down into your pastel Y/E/C eyes as he asked you this. SO much nervousness found in his voice. “Oh! Um…yes! I would love to!” You almost shouted to the whole school. It was loud enough for Lance to hear and hit his own locker door in pure jealous as he saw the pure joy in your and Keith’s eyes as you realised you both cared about each other.

~after school~

As you walked out of school that day, you couldn’t fight the smile ever growing on your face. You finally had a date to the dance and it was the first person you wanted to go with anyway. And as if you couldn’t get him off of your mind already, Keith was sat on your bench. The one where he had practically declared that he liked you more than anything on. Running over to him, you covered his eyes, him jumping a little since he was in a world of his own with his heavy metal punk music of his. “Guess who?” You whispered as quiet as you could whilst he took his headphones off, resting his hands on your wrists. “From her beautiful voice and incredibly soft hands I’m guessing Y/N.” He made it very specific. “Woah, dude.” You laughed as you uncovered his eyes, letting him look over his shoulder and right at you.

“Hi.” He breathed, watching as you sat down next to him at the bench. “What are you listening to?” You asked. “My chemical romance…wanna listen?” He offered. Your eyes widened, you never would’ve guessed that he would ever let you listen to his music with his prized headphones. “Sure.” You smiled, letting him slip the comfortable well-worn leather beats headphones onto your heads, his fingers tangling into your hair as he pulled them away from you. Don’t. Listening into the music, you realised it wasn’t exactly heavy metal. If anything it was beautiful. You watched Keith as he laid back over the back of the bench, stretching slightly, letting you get a good look of his abs as his shirt lifted up a little. Licking your lips for a split second your eyes wandered up to his perfect face. This guy could break me in moments. Was all you could think to yourself. Fuck me. Leaning forward, you pressed a brief kiss to his jaw in the moment.

His eyes snapping over, they wandered over to you with a crazed look. For a moment you panicked. Wondering if you were overstepping your boundaries, but instead. Keith lunged towards you, knocking over his black vans backpack as he crawled towards you on the bench so he could kiss your forehead, nose, cheeks. Your breathe came out in quick hurried puffs as he looked you in the eyes, asking for permission as he got closer and closer to your plump and perfect lips. Oh wow. “Just do it.” You heard yourself say as you slipped the headphones off as they rested around your neck. He clicked his tongue before edged forward, so ready to kiss you.

But ohhhh~ no.

You had to be interrupted again. “FOR THE LAST TIME ALLURA, TAKE A HIKE!” You yelled at the black mustang. Biting your tongue, you realised it was one of the seniors and the head jock of your school’s basketball team. Takashi Shirogane. Shit. “I AM SO SORRY!” You yelled once again, straightening out your mustard yellow pastel tee shirt as you grew nervous of the older guy. “You comin’ Keith or are you gonna spend more time with your girlfriend~.” He drawled. Girlfriend? Oh, right that was you. Wait…what?! Turning to Keith, you watched as his pale cheeks turn a dull pink. “Shiro! She…yeah, she’s my girlfriend but that doesn’t mean you have to call us out on it!” Keith scolded as he got up from the bench, shouldering his backpack as he made his way over to the midnight dark mustang, ready to leave already even though he looked over his shoulder and sighed longingly at your awaiting figure on that damn bench. “I’ll see you on Friday.” He barely even whispered.

Wait what?

-Friday afternoon-

Keith hadn’t been in school for the rest of that week…you didn’t know why. Was he alright? Was he severely sick? Was he still coming to the dance? You didn’t have his number so you didn’t fucking know. Why didn’t you ask for his fucking number? You had his fucking Walkman anyway. He didn’t ask for it back…because you hadn’t heard from him for the past couple of days. He hadn’t even been to school the day of the actual dance. Was he still coming? You had stalked the basketball court to try and find his older half-brother Shirogane, number 1, but he was nowhere to be found. One of his jock friends told you he had gone on a quick holiday upstate to visit his dad with Keith. Shit. You had accused him of all sorts of things in your mind, such as skipping the country just so he didn’t have to go to the dance with you instead of just saying ‘no’. simple as. Break your heart simply and quick. But then when you realised that he would be back in time for the dance, you let out a sigh of relief as the jocks all laughed at your expression.

“What, you…you aren’t Shirogane’s ‘Amazonian princess’ are you?” The friend who had told you asked. “WHAT?! NO I’M GOING OUT WITH HIS BROTHER KEITH.” You shouted at the prick of the senior. Eliciting more laughter from the jocks surrounding you. “His punk ass brother. Man, he got lucky.” He looked you up and down quick. “Guess some freshmen do have the luck though, right guys?” The head jock asked the others. Guess he was in charge whilst Shirogane wasn’t here to tell them off for their rude behaviour. So, before you could get told to do something unforgivable, you shoved the middle finger in front of their faces and walked out of the gym.

Who was Shiro’s Amazonian princess anyway?

As you walked down the hallways of Galaxy Garrison tech, you didn’t notice the tall, jock jacket clad, figure walking towards you. But you were so deep in thought that you didn’t even look up at first when you bumped into him. “Oh shit, so-Shiro?” You questioned, looking into the Asian boy’s eyes briefly before you averted your gaze, looking everywhere for Keith. “He’s not here.” Shiro assured you quickly, shutting down your hopes. “Oh.” You sighed. “Where is he then?” you asked, crossing your arms over your black graphic tee, you decided to go punk ass today ‘In memory of Keith Kogane, if lost please return to his worried sick girlfriend at galaxy garrison high.’. “He’s still upstate with dad.” Shiro scratched his neck after telling you this. Nervous about your reaction you suppose. Although he was shocked when you took it like a solider, not even bothering to lift your gaze. There was still tonight…right?

-Friday night-

As you stepped out of your house, already haven your parents take multiple photos of you in your ‘big dance’ dress. It was black and poofy with black fabric underneath so you could take the poofiness off if you got to uncomfortable during the dance. Waiting for Allura or maybe even Keith, although he doesn’t know where you live so fat chance of that happening. But neither showed up and Shiro did instead. Getting into his mustang, your parents shocked at your date being a jock who drove a fucking mustang for Christ’s sake. But you shook your head as your mom fake swooned at the sight of him, your dad’s confused gaze looked on your mother’s ‘fainting’ form.

He wasn’t your date, and you knew it. “Where’s Keith?” You asked, buckling yourself up in the passenger seat as Shiro pulled out of your driveway. “He’s at home, don’t worry, he’s just got back and he’s getting ready for you. He isn’t the ‘big dance’ type y’know?” He told you, comforting your worried thoughts. “Don’t worry…he’s my brother and I know he will be there at the dance. He doesn’t ditch the people he’s close with.” Shiro advised you. He was really good at fitting the ‘big brother’ role.

As you pulled into the school car park, people of all different roles, shapes and sizes were filing into the school auditorium, trying to get a head start at requesting good music you guessed. Fucking shit. “But there is one thing he wanted me to give you. He handed you a small black box with a pink post it note on top of it. With your name in careful cursive letters written onto it. Keith, you big lug. As you placed the precious note in your golden tote, you opened the black box to find a black rose corsage with a black lace wristband. It was so comforting. It was almost a silent promise that he will be there. With you and for you.

Later on, you saw Takashi start dancing with Allura, both of them absolutely happy as they danced into their happy ending. And most likely get crowned prom king and queen since they were such the ‘perfect’ couple. Everyone was dancing, even the nerds and burnouts. This felt like shit. Shiro had dropped the both of you off at the school over an hour ago, and there hadn’t been one single sign that Keith was here. Until.

The auditorium doors slammed open, revealing a new figure as he made a dramatic entrance. But you were too distracted and slightly heartbroken to care, resting your head in your hands as you sat on the side-lines on the bleachers. But everyone in the auditorium watched as the new character walked over to you in his perfect black (rented) tuxedo. To offer his hand to you, this caught your attention. Looking up hopefully, you saw the eyes of someone who cared for you deeply. And to enthuse your point, you took the almost-stranger’s hand.

As he pulled you onto the dance floor, you recognised the feel of his hands as he slipped them around your waist, introducing you to the sway of the music as you wrapped your arms around his neck. The proper prom dance pose. Fisting your hands into the scruff of his mullet you felt a nervous bundle of butterflies’ multiply in the pit of your stomach. Keith Kogane was perfectly sexy to you, and you didn’t care about the fact that he was clearly a bad boy. You would run into his arms if it meant you could spend the rest of your lives together. “Keith…where’ve you been?” You asked, wanted to know, oh so desperately. “I went back to Texas to see my dad and I stayed a little longer to get you this.” Keith took one of his arms from around your waist as he took out a ring. He wasn’t? was he? “This is a promise ring Y/N. I know we haven’t been together very long, but as my locker neighbour. I was hoping that after high school or maybe even college that you would want to get married?” Keith asked, sending the nervous butterflies into a frenzy of fireworks.

“Yes.”

Keith let out a sigh of relief as you accepted his ‘proposal for a proposal’. You could feel that familiar spark again as Keith slipped the ring onto your ring finger. It had a black pearl in the middle of it, not a big one, but small enough for it to be comfortable to sleep in. You were unofficially engaged. Hugging him close to your chest, you made sure you never let go of this very special boy. You liked this guy too much to let him go. You had been tired as of late…but tonight…tonight you were brand new. Regular life had become boring, but you knew after this that your life would lose its regularity. Permanently. Pulling away from his shoulder, you looked Keith deep in the eyes. You knew what he wanted and you wanted it too. As the slow song went into full swing, he brushed his lips against yours gently, teasing you. Smiling at him, you pulled his head forward by the scruff of his hair and forced your lips onto his. You loved this guy. Pushing and pulling your lips together, like magnets. It was beautiful.

And he loved you too.

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Title: Caught

Code: LB0005

Requested by: anon

Words: 1,268

Note: Okay, I’m trying my hand at smut…kind of. I don’t know where it’s going to go, but I’m trying, ok? Slight smut ahead, but there’s a kind of story line…?

It was stupid, really. You had only come over to go over the most recent components of the case, but you spilled the wine all over your white blouse. After Chinese takeout and way too many theories, the Marine offered you a glass of wine, and you accepted. Of course, it was red and you were wearing a white shirt.

“Shit!” You cursed, immediately grabbing a napkin off of the coffee table and trying to dry the quickly-spreading wine stain.

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/and I still believe that I cannot be saved/

aka where my Blakes at in 406

This season has been a pretty intense build for Octavia, and for the Blake siblings, and I think this week we’re finally reaching the crest of her anger storyline. If what happened in Arkadia in 406 wasn’t hitting emotional bottom for Octavia, then it’s definitely going to be in the next two episodes, I think. The only thing I’m still waiting for is the shot of her in warrior garb from the trailer–that hasn’t come yet, so this might still be the step before the bottom. But she was a broken mess at the end of 406, just completely falling apart. All her cool control from Polis is bleeding out of her.

If y’all are anything like me then the medbay scene was a serious gutpunch after the Blake Family Feels at the end of 405, but as painful as it was I think it’s IC with Octavia’s emotional journey this season. Rewind to season 3, and back then we had several episodes of Octavia being very cold towards Bellamy (and at one point violent), alternating with brief flashes of her being worried about him. And when he was in danger we saw her fears come back–because she loves her brother even in her anger. So they were locked into this pattern where Octavia is angry, Bellamy wants to make up, and they both still care. That carried into season 4, but with some much needed distance as they work in different locations.  With the news that the world ends Octavia is getting more and more violent in the goal of helping her people and throwing her rage at the world. Bellamy is still wracked with guilt and wants to reach out to her but he keeps his distance for about 5 episodes.

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You’re Everything I Want (And Nothing I Can Keep) - Chapter Nine

“Prove it. Bring her along this weekend, and prove it to everyone.” After a little white lie, Hiccup has to do something drastic to avoid embarrassing himself at a family reunion. Lost for any other ideas, Hiccup asks his best friend to pretend to be his girlfriend, just for a day. What could possibly go wrong?


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A Speech About Love

“You’re going to get cramp in your hand.”

Hiccup’s heart jumped out of his chest and his shoulders tensed up to his ears, his arms flailing madly, knocking off his headphones as he did so. They toppled onto the floor, dragging the keyboard and tablet down with them, landing in a tangled heap on the carpet. “How did you get in?!”

He’d been working solidly for most of the day, his hand cramping over his graphics tablet and his headphones thumping loud music. After he’d asked his boss for the time off, he’d received the stink-eye and was sharply told that he better get all of his work for the month done before he left, so all of Hiccup’s free time was consumed by sitting in front of the computer and trying to finish off as much as he possibly could. He had to rush through as many as possible to justify the two weeks off.

“Door was unlocked,” Astrid said cheerfully, bending down to help Hiccup gather everything that had fallen and put it back on the desk.

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Rowaelin Fanfic, Modern AU, But She’s Looking at You, Part 7

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8 | 

Maeve owns the best club in the city, but when Aelin shows up demanding answers from her Aunt, she is forced into one month of working as a DJ in her Aunt’s club in exchange for information. Along the way she meets Rowan and the rest of the cadre, who are working as bartenders in the club… and Rowan is given the task of babysitting Aelin for the month.

I am so so so sorry that this is late! I’ve been having major internet issues lately :( But here she is! The long awaited part 7 :) Because you guys were so sweet and patient, I’ve included some pretty graphic smut for you. You’re welcome ;)

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A Very Supernatural Case

Characters: Sam, Dean, Gibbs, DiNozzo, McGee, Y/N (no pairing)

Word count: 1,342

Warnings: none! :D

A/N: This was requested by @mikumaythebeast so hopefully I did alright! <3 If you’d like you can request things too! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3

It was your dream to visit Washington D.C..  You never visited the nation’s capital before.  Today was your lucky day.  After a twenty hour drive, the three of you arrived in D.C..  Dean and Sam knew how excited you were to be in D.C., so they promised to stay at least a day after the hunt.

This particular hunt was near a naval base in D.C..  You weren’t too keen on going into their crime scenes.  Sometimes the real FBI showed up.  The last case you had in this part of the United States was in New Orleans.  You were reunited with a long-time friend, Dwayne Pride, or as everyone else called him King.  He worked for NCIS, but luckily he knew who you were.  Otherwise things could have gotten messy.  You buttoned the last few buttons of your suit jacket, grabbing your FBI badge and slipping it into your jacket pocket.  

Dean and Sam walked out of the motel room behind you.  “Now, if someone comes up to us that is actually from the FBI or NCIS, let me talk to them,” you instructed the Winchesters.  “I know someone who can help us if we get into a sticky situation.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello Madame! So I'm an art student in Graphic Design and a self-taught artist since more or less ten years, but I honestly learn way more things by myself than at art school so I still have one big problem. I can draw a lot of things but when it comes to poses I just... Draw always the same, easy ones, or I'm obligated to use references to draw something a bit different. It's killing me, because I want to leave my comfort zone and draw poses from my imagination alone. Any tips, tutorials ? <3

Hi anon ^^

First, I have to apologize because it’s gonna be a long post, consider it as my “DEFINITIVE REFERENCE PICTURE POST” :)

I’m obligated to use references to draw something a bit different.(…) I want to leave my comfort zone and draw poses from my imagination alone. Any tips, tutorials ? <3            

The first step is drawing all kind of poses under different angles using reference pictures. What? But…I don’t want to!! That’s why I’m contacting you P-M!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!

Calm down ^^

It’s necessary in order to build in your head a kind of “visual library” that will give you the possibility to draw without references later. It will train your eye and your hand. Also, at the same time you’re working on your “visual library”, you have to study anatomy techniques like for instance breaking figures from reference down into more simple 3D shapes. You have to learn how to draw groups of simple 3D shapes in perspective and then construct figures from them. However, it doesn’t come in one day and also, you’ll have to use tons of reference pics AT FIRST. You see what I mean? You can’t go from zero reference to “cool figure drawing” in one step, you have to use the combo “reference + anatomy technique” to be able to reach this goal.

Artists who train in illustration are taught how to draw from using a building block tool for construction, much like some of the pictures that you can see below. 

As I said above, it really takes a lot of training and practice to build objects from shapes. Basically every form begins as a shape. The more experience you get, the more you understand proportions and the more skills you will have to draw without visual reference.

In order to reach this result, you have to study anatomy tutorials. They always work more or less the same way, a bit like the pic above: decomposing the human body in geometric shapes or in elaborated stick figures. Here are a couple of video tuts.

TLDR: practice over and over again by using refs. Create a “visual library”. Learn to break the body into shapes. That will be the only way to make you come out of your comfort zone.

(Rainbow Comic Sans for maximum effect. I guess that now, I have everybody’s attention if it wasn’t the case til now)

Yes, you have rules to make things easier to draw from memory BUT THERE IS NOTHING WRONG ABOUT USING REFERENCE PICTURES!! It shouldn’t “kill you”, it shouldn’t make you feel guilty and you shouldn’t feel “less of an artist” because you need references for complicated poses!!! Plenty of pros don’t do art without models and props. And the old masters did the same thing. You want examples? Ok, let’s start!

Here’s a great quote from Alex Ross’ book, Mythology.

Ross’ biggest breakthrough as an illustrator came in June 1987 at the American Academy of Art, when he was introduced to the use of live models. “Before that, I had no idea how much I could grow as a draftsman. It was a huge turning point, because all through grade school I hadn’t so much as drawn from photographs_I’d always thought that you had to make it all up out of your head, and that’s how you did ‘fantasy’ illustration. Now I wonder if I would have developed even sooner had I drawn from life as child”

Photo session for a Superman drawing:

Alex Ross using the photos for his work (and you see the pose is not even complicated!)

And wait, MY FAVORITE PAGE EVER. PROFESSIONAL artists taking pictures of themselves and of their friends so that they can have reference pictures for their artworks. An example:

(Artist Claudio Pozas  posing with…huh…a modern day sword for one of his artworks)

And if you want a funny anecdote, you see Dean’s shoes in this art? It’s mine. I had a problem with the pose so I took a pic of myself with a camera and worked from the pic.

Yeah…but for manga and comics, it’s more stylized, they don’t use refs…Artists draw from the top of their heads…and…HA! HA! HA!!!! MEGA LOL! Two examples from my personal archive. Here is a picture taken from a Japanese program. I don’t remember the name of the artist but this mangaka is drawing a page for his forthcoming comic and instead of drawing from memory do you know what he did? He asked his assistant to pose for him. He took a pic with a Polaroid and…voilà!

The guy is in his 70′s!! He’s a super experienced artist and he still uses references for his art.

Let’s carry on! Another example. When I was a teen I bought an artbook by artist Takeda Yaoi (my first yaoi stuff!) and two of the poses looked familiar.

You bet it looked familiar. The artist used as reference, pictures of members from some my favorite bands at the time, Gene and Menswear (90′s teenagers, fan of Britpop, hello…).

(Pictures: L’UOMO Vogue, May-June 1995). And yes, we are in 2016 and I still have this magazine and this artbook at home. I..have problem throwing things away, ok? ><

Also, do you know what comic artists use nowadays for referencing? 3D softwares like Poser.They create the pose with a 3D model, they orientate the model according to the perspective they want and they use it as ref. It doesn’t mean they aren’t “real” artists, it just makes life fucking easier and it reduces the chances of anatomy mistakes.

(The picture above proves that not ALL the artists in the business use models or reference pictures xD)

Listen, I understand that you want to draw from imagination, that for some reason it makes you feel “freer” and that some poses are complicated to obtain from refs (the super dynamic “spider man poses” for instance) but it shouldn’t “kill you” to need refs to draw the human body when you really need it. If it’s to sketch or to draw “super comic style” poses, ok, why not, but otherwise WHEN IN DOUBT: REF!!! Particularly when you work on something complicated or on a big project like an artwork, for a book, a comic cover, etc..Do you understand? Even dôjinshi artists who seem to sketch things from the top of their heads use refs. I KNOW IT BECAUSE I KNEW SOME OF THEM.

TLDR2: Drawing from imagination is cool, it’s convenient for some poses or for some styles (super dynamic comic poses) but otherwise, don’t feel guilty for using refs! Pro artists do it all the time and now that 2000000 miliion images are available on the Internet, they do it even more than before!

Good luck anon, YOU CAN DO IT!! ♥

i spend half of last night in the chat of a delightful drunken art stream and the other half being completely unable to sleep, so i finally finished this fucking two year old draft.

this fic comes with some warnings for semi-graphic gross injuries, lots and lots of cursing and, as ever, with beautiful art by the extremely lovable beren


“So are we close yet? To your- I dunno, secret gay forest cabin? ‘Cause my feet are starting to hurt and I mean I’m no Vagabond, but you probably won’t want to carry me.”

Nobody replies and Gavin sighs, because he’s an idiot. He got snatched right out of the middle of a job and they immediately ditched his phone and then later on his comm and he didn’t bring any extra ones because he’s an idiot. So now he’s walking through a dark forest in a massive thunderstorm, completely drenched, one guy with a gun behind and one in front of him and they’d tied the longest rope known to mankind around his torso like some kind of cartoon, except that it actually holds up really well and his only escape attempt so far ended with his face in the mud, because he’s an idiot.

If he’s lucky, there’s a nice amount of torture in his future, and then death.

“Coming right up, one secret gay forest cabin,” the guy in front drawls languidly and stops in front of a well, waving Gavin forward with his gun.

Peering down into the well, he can’t see anything but absolute darkness. “You’re kidding, right?” His voice is a little higher than he’d like to admit.

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I don’t know how well this fits, but when I was younger I liked quite a few anime but didn’t really know that it was it’s own separate “thing” in the world of animation. I was a big fan of the different teaching muyos that came on toonami, but I couldn’t really follow gundam wing, it was a little political for an 11 year old. Fast forward to eighth grade and I met this girl, we’ll just call her Naomi, because I don’t think she’ll ever read this. She was in my core class. At my school all of our math, science, English, social studies happened in the same classroom with the same students, and the teachers would rotated into the classrooms to teach us those subjects. That’s what a core class was. And our electives were saved for the after lunch portion of the day and we were split up into classes with students from other core classes.

All of my friends from the previous 2 years were in different core classes so I didn’t really have anyone to talk to for half the day. A few weeks pass and I made one or two friends in class, but none I feel like having over to my house or anything. But one day I see Naomi reading a graphic novel with an art style similar to what I had been seeing on toonami. So I ask her what she’s reading and she explains to me what Manga was and we bond over our mutual love for outlaw star. (the Manga was get backers btw and she let’s me borrow the first few volumes a few days later)

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flaming-arrow-abyss  asked:

Okay so as someone who dearly wants to work in animation in the future, can you give me any tips in terms of tablets or programs? And opinions on how to fluidly move your peices?

Absolutely!  I can only talk about 2D animation because that’s mostly what I do, but I’m happy to share any tips I’ve picked up!

Tablets:  I’ve been using an Intuos Pro for awhile now & I really like it.  It has a wireless feature, which is nice (I’ve had bad luck in the past with usb ports breaking.) Eventually I’ll upgrade to a Cintiq of some kind.  I started out learning on a little Bamboo tablet that worked really well too.

2D Animation Programs:

Photoshop CS6/CC:  I would say around 90% of the things on my blog were done in PS.  If you already know the program, it’s a great place to start getting into frame-by-frame animation.  Plus you have all those beautiful brushes at your disposal!  It’s great for making short animations or looping gifs.  The timeline isn’t as intuitive as other programs, but this plugin makes it easier.  On the downside, if you are looking to work at an animation studio, knowing how to animate in PS won’t be a big help.

 Flash/Animate CC:  The nice thing about flash is that it’s so commonly used, so there are SO many great free tutorials out there on youtube.  

Toon Boom Studio: Pretty standard in the 2D animation industry.  Lots of shows & films have used it in their production.

After Effects: Another huge program you can do so much with.  From character animation to motion graphics, there’s a lot you can learn.  Sometimes I just use it to add effects to things I’ve made in PS.

Tips for Fluid Motion: 

Getting the timing right just takes a lot of practice.  If you are doing frame-by-frame, it’s usually just a matter of having your keyframes in the right place.  If it’s really jumpy, you may have to add some more frames for a smoother transition. 

I hope that helps!  I may have missed something, but if you have any other questions you can always ask!

My Guide To Jason Peter Todd

This includes Post-Crisis only (Crisis on Infinite Earths was this crazy DC event but it’s not important). You may see some Pre-Crisis scans around (particularly about a girl named Rena ugh), but ignore them. Pre-Crisis Jason Todd was a blonde Dick Grayson clone, intended to fill the gap while Dick Grayson ascended to the role of Nightwing, and nothing like the Jason Todd we know of today. We should call Pre-Crisis Jason something like Jimmy to avoid confusion but I don’t make the rules.

Jason Todd is the second Robin and the current Red Hood, unfortunately more well known as the glass case in the Cave (or the “good soldier”) that everyone breaks during tense moments. Don’t trust anyone who says he was a bad Robin because they’re wrong and should feel bad.

I’m sure you can find these issues all over the internet without my help, so without further ado… 

Bolded are the comics that I definitely recommend for him.

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