this one's my fave btw

anonymous asked:

Hi! I saw that prize/request(?) drawing you did of Butterfly Luka and I wanted to tell you that it's beautiful and one of my fave drawings of her! Btw do you have a favorite Luka song? Just curious!

Thank you very much~!

And yes, I do. It’s —> this one 

💖 gryffindor gal pals 💖

my entry for @meabhd‘s birthday coloring contest! this was so fun to make, méabh’s lineart is simply gorgeous and i had a blast coloring it

check her blog bc her art is dope and amazing istg

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I’ve been locked in a dungeon and a jewellery box. I’ve been engaged to my eleven year old cousin. I spent the better part of two years in the same outfit. I am getting my happy ending!

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Made a buncha drawings of Larry in a dress after watching the episode The Money (which I saw last month, but decided to post this today). I have no excuses except I thought it was cute.

Galway Girl - Cheryl Blossom

Anonymous said:

Hi can I request a romantic fic with the song Galway Girl for Cheryl x reader please? Thanks so much :)

Originally posted by knightlley

I tried my best with this one! I hope you like it! (Galway Girl is my fave btw, song credit to Ed Sheeran)

WARNING : Underage drinking


You stared blankly at the word document you had pulled up on your computer. Images of the night before flashed before your eyes like how her red hair whipped as she had danced. You closed your eyes, hoping that falling back into the memory would aid in your writing.


There was a party being held at an older, abandoned, bar at the outskirts of Riverdale. Somehow, through a friend of a friend of Cheryl’s an invitation had been extended to you. Normally you would’ve declined the offer, but the idea of being invited to one of Cheryl’s parties excited you. You had been crushing on Cheryl for a while now, which confused your friends. They’d call you out for liking a “Mean girl” and you’d try your best to ignore the things they said about her. There was just something strangely alluring about her; almost like the beautiful but deadly black panther.

When you had arrived at the bar, loud folk music played through the speakers. You picked up a fiddle in the music’s sound and smiled. You walked over to a pool table and saw a game commencing. You saw Cheryl holding a stick and your heart sped up.

“Can I join?” You asked, looking hopefully at Cheryl. Her brown eyes looked up and met your gaze. Her full lips met up in a smile.

“Of course you can sweetie.” You felt a blush bloom on your cheeks at the pet name. You grabbed a free stick and got ready. The game was filled with laughter and some harmless flirting. You weren’t great at pool, not by a long shot; but Cheryl beat you to a pulp.

“You wanna try darts?” You asked and she laughed. She stepped close to you and you could her breath on your face. She smelled sweet and of her fancy perfume, but hints of alcohol lingered.

“If you plan darts like how you play pool, you don’t stand a chance.” You let out a giggle and a blush.  She gave you a smile and grabbed your hand, pulling you to the bar. Another person from school had set up a makeshift place to buy beer there.

“Drinks for the loser, please!” She shouted and the guy nodded, bringing up two beers. You looked hesitantly at the bottle as Cheryl opened hers. “You not going to drink?” Her voice was lower than it was before, but not in a threatening manner.

“I just want to remember this night,” you murmured back and Cheryl smiled. She set her drink down and her hands fell to your cheeks. She had pulled your lips to her her soft ones, and your eyes closed instantly. Her lips were sweet and tasted like cherries, as you kissed you felt a rush in your body. You were finally kissing Cheryl Blossom, and she was kissing you like there was no one else in the room. You had scooted off your stool to get closer to Cheryl, as her hands tangled in your hair. You smiled into the kiss, pulling away to trail kisses to her jaw and one steamy one on her neck.

“Baby, I just want to dance,” you whispered and she nodded. She grabbed your hand, pulling you to the dance floor. The music blared loudly, but all you could think about was Cheryl, Cheryl, Cheryl. Her hands on your waist, turning and moving to the beat. People were staring and normally you’d care, but with Cheryl everything was just a whirlwind around you.

Soon you noticed that Cheryl was not only dancing along but singing as well. Her voice was carried like a cool breeze on a hot summer day, and you wished you could bottle the sound. You gave her a smile as you danced and in return she placed a searing kiss to your lips. You carried on for another few hours, enjoying the heat between the two of you.

Then you realized, you had out stayed your welcome. You started for the door but you felt a hand slip into yours. You turned around and met Cheryl’s warm gaze.

“Did you walk here?” You nodded in response and she simply shook her head. She slipped keys into your hand and you looked down at them. “Drive me home then?” You smiled at her and nodded. She pressed a kiss to your cheek and still holding your hand, led you outside to her car. She managed to keep her hands off of you while you drove but when you arrived at her house, she pulled you inside. Luckily for the two of you, her parents weren’t home. She opened a fancy looking wine bottle, to which you had a glass. When the bottle was downed, you both were a tangled mess.

“Are you still going to remember this?” She whispered and you looked down at her from where you were lying. She looked up at you and you could see a worry in her eyes.

“How could I forget?” You asked and she smiled sweetly.

“Good,” she whispered and her eyes shut slowly.

“I swear I’ll remember this.” You whispered back as she fell asleep.


You opened your eyes, your gaze met with the bright screen of your laptop. You smiled at the screen as your fingers typed like mad. You swore to remember, why not memorialize it?


The next day at school, when the final bell rang, you lingered near Cheryl’s locker. During the day, you had slipped your paper into her locker. You pressed you side against the wall, waiting for Cheryl to appear. Five minutes passed when you heard the clicking of heels. You ducked, hiding yourself for the most part.

“So who was the girl Cheryl?” You heard Ginger ask, her tone stung.

“Y/N L/N,” Cheryl said nonchalantly, “and I don’t need you judging me.”

“We’re not, we just didn’t realize you liked her.” Tia murmured and your heart skipped.

“Well I do, now-” she opened her locker door as she spoke and grew quiet when your note fell. She reached down a picked it up. Her long fingers unfolded the paper and a grin spread across her features. You smiled too, remembering the lyrics you had written down

I swear I’m going to put you in a song that I write

About a Galway Girl and a perfect night

cherrysimblr  asked:

u r amazing and so is ur content & gl with school bb ♥♥

Originally posted by yuri-pics

ur the absolutely sweetest ;-;!! I rlly love u and ur sims, they’re breath taking & so r u! ur so lovely! tysm! I need it since I have an audition tomorrow! <3 

the worst joke of all time

@dineshgilfoyle @businessboyjared @futchvriska

ok SO this week we had a worksheet on which we were rating whether something was sinful or not (catholic school), and one of them was “feelings of attraction toward a member of the same sex”.
teacher: “no, it is NOT a sin, guys. dont even poke at that bear!”
me: “really??”
then he stared at me for like 30 seconds trying to figure out that joke and when he realized, and he just goes “how do YOU know what a bear is??”
(he then had to explain what a bear is to the rest of the class btw)

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STARISH Confrontation

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