No one probably cares about my interpretation of ESNY but I was just listening to it over and over in the car while driving and it made me have thoughts so here they are..

Obviously this interpretation is with a larrie lens and I’m not saying Harry’s intentions with writing this song have ANYTHING to do with this but it’s just what made sense to me given the specifics of NY.

So I was thinking, what if this is the song he wrote “3 years ago”? Now of course when he said 3 years that could be a range of time between end of 2012 to 2014 in my mind. I doubt he was like thinking well I wrote it on this exact day exactly 3 years ago from today when he said that. But anyway…

Even if it wasn’t the one written a long time ago, the lines about praying (for something to end?) ever since NY really struck me. And with my larrie googles put on, I could see this song being like a little emotional scenario that could have happened around the time of haylor. As anyone who was here at that time knows, Louis’ mood went from “hahaha jokes this is so hilarious” when it came to haylor to BAM “this is awful and I hate this and I’m not ok” like literally overnight. And for the entire month of December after harry was papped with Taylor in Central Park it was very very rare to see louis with a genuine smile on his face.

So basically I feel like the lyrics could relate back to how they were feeling during that time and how that was really the turning point for them in terms of the closeting going from lol jokes to ok this is actually serious and this hurts.

Just a thought! I’m not very good at analyzing specific lines but overall it was just the general vibe I got.


My dudes, I need to talk about how fucking on point the atmosphere and symbolism was in today’s EP real quick.

Pokeani isn’t really known for handling mature themes with a lot of grace or finesse, so when I saw this episode it actually really impressed me. Stoutland dying could’ve easily flopped as a intended emotional punch to the viewer but the way it was handled was very well done. Whats especially of note is how they portray that through just visuals and not just words.

The moment Litten wakes up to find Stoutland gone, all the colors in the world are muted, lots of dull, grey tones, a muddy overcast day, probably visual shorthand for Litten’s own feelings and how he’s dealing with the loss. The rain starts pouring when Litten gives into his anguish. And finally my favorite shot in the episode, just showing Litten’s silhouette separated from Ash and Kukui’s by a black void, really says to me it’s meant to portray how alone Litten feels, and possibly how powerless Ash and Kukui feel because nothing they can say would help.

Also the tree representing something of a “countdown” to Stoutland’s death might be a little on the nose, but once again, I appreciate Pokeani dabbling with these kinds of hidden meanings is very welcome, it’s showing me how they don’t always need to treat their audience like idiots and have everything spelt out for them and it just simply makes for a more visually engaging experience, so I just have to give them mad props for how well they handled this episode’s subject matter

A friend shared the following quote with me today and it really resonates…No matter the circumstances of life, I choose my attitude.

“Happiness doesn’t depend on any external conditions, it is governed by our mental attitude.” ~ Dale Carnegie

It doesn’t mean there isn’t sadness, doubt, and fear. Just that I can acknowledge those natural emotions and choose my outlook. Have a great day!

Inspired by Kings Reign ~ @itsthegameilike

I have been reading this for the last couple of days. Today I was finally able to read their wedding. It made me really emotional.  It’s incredibly beautiful. And because I really love the story, I have decided to turn my very first Captive Prince art into Kings Reign art.

@itsthegameilike I hope you will like it. Thank you so much for the absolutely enchanting story.


12 days of stydia
    ⤷  day two:
favorite episode (3x11)

Tyler Drabble 001

Title: N/A

Pairing: Tyler Joseph/Reader

Warnings: Physical/Emotional Abuse, Angst, Alcohol and drug use, Cursing, A bit of fluff near the end just for you guys <3

Rating: Mature

A/N: This was a really full & detailed request and I thought it would be interesting to write about! Lemme know what you think & send in more requests y'all!

Requested by: @panicatthefallout

Words: 1652

You had just finished your shift at the hospital downtown. Today was a very busy day in your ward so ultimately, you were forced to stay late and help administer vaccinations to the people who needed them the most. You didn’t often stay late because of your boyfriend, Vincent. He didn’t like it when you weren’t home on time to clean the house or do the washing up after he’d been drinking for seven hours straight. It really didn’t matter to him whether you were busy or not, all he cared about was having enough of your money to buy endless amounts of booze and weed with and using you for his own sleazy antics.

You kept your eyes focused on the road, anticipating what words Vince would give you when you returned home. Probably something along the lines of: “Why the fuck weren’t you home at 5:30?!”, “I told you I don’t want you out past 6!” , “Were you cheating on me with that Tyler prick or something? You filthy slut.” , “You’re honestly a worthless piece of shit.” , “I’m only staying with you because no one else would ever want you.” .

You never knew why you stayed with him so long, he wasn’t good for you and you knew it since he started getting physical two years ago. You remember it like it was yesterday, you were out late at the pub with your small circle of friends when he started spamming you with texts asking where you were and who you were with; it wasn’t like him. When you got home that night he was waiting in the living room on the sofa. You had approached him to give him a hug when he slapped you across the face harder than you had ever been hit before. It felt like a million bee stings to the side of your face, making your cheeks grow red and your eyes well up with tears. The next morning he apologized and swore he’d never do it again, but he did.

 You arrived at your house and parked your car in the driveway. When you stepped through the door, the first thing you could hear was the loud booming of your boyfriends speakers blaring ridiculous music and all you could smell was weed, alcohol and sweat.

Another one of Vincent’s parties. Great.

You dropped your work bag down on the floor and walked back outside, deciding to go visit your friend Tyler for the first time in about a week and a half.

You parked your car down the street from Tyler’s house so that if Vincent decided to come pay you and Tyler a visit, he wouldn’t know you were there unless he came inside.

You got out of the car and speed walked to Tyler’s front porch, smoothing out the wrinkles in your scrubs and knocking at the door with your frail and bruised hand.

Tyler came to answer the door almost immediately and greeted you with a warm welcoming smile. “Hey, stranger.” Tyler greeted with a grin, pulling you in for a hug and stepping aside so you could walk into his familiar house.

He gave you one of his t shirts and a pair of your shorts that you’d left at his house months ago to change into while he ordered a pizza for the two of you to eat while you caught up with each other later on.

Once you were changed and comfortable, you walked into the living room where Tyler was sitting with the pizza and drinks and sat down next to him on the couch.

The two of you talked about work and his band and all sorts of things, cracking jokes and having a good laugh until you noticed Tyler staring at your arms with a worried and confused expression on his face. “Tyler..” you said quietly, trying to pull down your sleeves so he couldn’t see your bruises and scratches while also mentally slapping yourself for not thinking to wear a sweater over your t shirt. “Do you wanna explain what these are?” Tyler said with a concerned look, motioning to your arms. You hesitated for a moment, thinking of what to say, “I fell off my motorbike the other day, it’s no big deal.” You shrugged. Tyler sighed, deciding not to push any further.

You made sure to get home after 5am the next day because Vince would be sleeping and he’d be too hungover to say anything to you about being out the previous night as well. You and Tyler had agreed to meet up again in a couple of days for lunch at the local boulangerie to just hang out like you used to and maybe even talk about Tyler’s next tour with his band.

You woke up at 11:42am to find that Vince wasn’t in the bed. You got up and walked out into the living room to see Vincent with your phone, scrolling through your text messages. “Vince..” you started. “Shut up.” He raised his hand as if he was silencing you and shot a glare your way. “Vincent what are you doing with my phone?” You asked, raising your voice slightly. “Have you been going out at night behind my back?” He asked in a low voice. “Vince, I-” you started once again. “I SAID HAVE YOU BEEN GOING OUT WITHOUT ASKING ME?!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, getting all up in your face in an attempt to intimidate you. “No I haven’t!” You whimpered, tears brimming your eyes. “Then what the fuck are these messages, huh?” He asked loudly, scrolling through messages Tyler had sent you:“Can’t wait for lunch today lol” , “it’s on me btw don’t worry” , “call me when ur leaving k?”.

“I was just going for lunch with an old friend, Vince.” You said shakily. “Did you ask me if you could fucking go out?!” He yelled. “Y’know what? I tried to be nice. I let you live in MY house, eat MY food and even after all the shit you do I still stay with you. That’s it, fuck you.” He ranted, balling his fist and punching you in the face. Hard. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. The punches kept coming harder and harder each time, with him yelling about how much of a “worthless skank.”you are and how “nobody will ever love you.” in your ears. He shoved you against the living room wall and spat in your face before walking out of the house, probably to go to the bar or something.

It felt like you had been lying on the floor for hours, the pain too much to even move. You had been crying off and on the entire time, heavy sobs wracking your entire body and making you quake with anger, fear and sadness.

You heard the door swing open and assumed it was Vincent because no one from your family ever visited your house. The reason for that being because Vince didn’t let you  talk to them often. You heard footsteps coming closer and closer so you shut your eyes tight, anticipating impact to your face. But instead of a blow to the head, you were picked up and brought outside to a car.

You woke up god knows how long after, your mind fuzzy and vision blurry. You blinked a few times and once your eyes adjusted, you realized you weren’t home ,but instead at Tyler’s house. It took a moment for the panic to settle in, your mind filling with so many thoughts and worse case scenarios; What will Vincent do to Tyler if he finds out I’m here? What will Tyler think of me for staying with Vince for so long? Am I gonna die? What the fuck?

Just as you were about to get up and make a break for it, Tyler came into the room with a cup of tea and a bag of frozen peas.

“So..” Tyler started hesitantly, after at least an hour of sitting next to you in an awkward yet comfortable silence on the bed and holding the bag of peas to the side of your head. “So..?”  you repeated, glancing over at him. “Why didn’t you tel-”, “I’m sorry.” You cut him off abruptly, wiping a small tear that had escaped your puffy red eyes. “I’m sorry for not telling you the first time, Tyler. I’m so sorry.” You apologized, sniffling every so often. “No, no, no. You don’t have to apologize, I’m sorry for not being there as much as I should’ve. I was a bad friend.” He said, using his free hand to rub his face. “You’re not a bad friend, shut up.” You replied in your raspy, cracking voice. “You’re an amazing friend and I’m so so grateful that you basically saved me back there.” You thanked him sincerely. “Hey, that’s what friends are for, right?” He chuckled lightly. “Right.” You agreed, laughing slightly.

You spent the rest of the day with Tyler’s arm gently wrapped around you, while his other hand was holding a bag of frozen veggies to your head. All while watching movies and eventually explaining everything that had happened before to him in full detail.

The two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms after the fourth movie and the day after, decided that you enjoyed each other’s company more than you both initially thought. That eventually led to the two of you hanging out and basically cuddling every night after.

Tyler sat by your side and comforted you as much as you needed that night, and for the first time in three years; you felt safe.

In the following two years after the ‘incident’, you had filed a restraining order against Vincent Martello and he had been sent to jail for ten months on charges of assault, mischief and assaulting a police officer. Also in that time frame, Tyler had told you that he loved you and the pair of you had decided to “take things slow” (even though you were already living and sleeping in the same bed together).

Jackson Imagine - Period Comfort

A/N - This one’s for the lovely anon who requested~ Perfect timing too since another anon did ask about other imagines where a member comforts their girlfriend who’s on their period after reading the Bambam one. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Hi can you do a Jackson x reader where the reader is on there period and there BFF is being rude and Jackson comes in a makes it all better!!! Please and thank you! 😍

Jackson walked into your apartment, arms full of food and dvds. He had come straight over after reading the texts from you complaining about your period because what else are best friends for? He knew you got pretty emotional and had bad cramps so was always prepared for a text from you begging for sympathy. Lucky for you, Jackson was always happy to comfort you and let you unleash your emotions on him. When he found you sat in your room, the tv playing reruns of an old sitcom, Jackson immediately began to shout.
“Come on! Open the curtains and let in some light! No point moping around all day.”
“I like moping around. Especially when I’m bleeding for 4 days straight.”
“I know you do. And everytime I come over you always end up feeling better after getting out of bed and doing something.”
“Well not today, thank you very much. Now give me the food, Jackson. I’m craving those really nice biscuits you always bring.”
“Fine, have them. But you’re not staying in bed all day,” he said, teasingly.
“Watch me. Now shut up, sit down and watch this show with me,” you said as you leant forward to pull him onto your bed.

Jackson fell on top of you, the both of you laughing uncontrollably.
“Ah, Jackson get off! You’re squashing me!”
“Nope! This is what you get for staying in bed, (Y/N)!”
“Oh my god I hate you, Jackson. Why the hell am I friends with you?”
“You know you love me, (Y/N).”
“Yeah I’d love you more if you got off me though,” you said as you pushed Jackson from on top of you, making him roll onto the mattress beside you. The both of you had tears forming in your eyes from laughing so much.
“See? My presence has already improved your mood and I’ve only been here for 10 minutes!”
“Ah, shush.”
“You know it’s true, (Y/N)~”
“Whatever you say, Jackson.”
“Then you’re admitting I’m right.”
“I’m just trying to get you to be quiet so I can watch this show.”
“No, you’re agreeing with me, aren’t you? I knew you loved me too much.”
“Whatever gets you through the day, Jackson.”
“See! You’re only pretending I didn’t help. You know that I did!”
“Okay, Jackson.”

You continued to bicker back and forth, knowing it was all out of love. Your friendship had always been full of teasing little fights that were never at all serious. And it did help to boost your mood. Jackson’s laugh could always make you smile since he was your closest friend, after all. For the rest of the day, you both ate as many snacks as you could, laughing together as you watched your favourite movies. It helped to forget about everything and just have fun with your best friend. You really loved and cared about Jackson. He was just so precious to you and could always comfort you exactly when you needed it. He was the best medicine and always made you feel better.

A Little Out of Place

Intro: So I got the Spock feels the other day (thanks to @storiesfromstarfleet) and so I spit out this little baby fic because I was feeling kinda down and wanted some Spock fluff and cuddles. 

Pairing: Spock x reader

Word Count: 1168

Summary: Reader is having a weird/anxious-y kinda day and Spock is there for cuddles.  Fluff.  That is all.  


You heard your name from across the room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to respond to the familiar voice. 

“Are you still in bed?  We need to leave soon.”

You curled yourself tighter in the blankets and whimpered softly in to the pillow.

 “I don’t think I can go, Spock.” You croaked from your fetal position on the bed, unsure if he could even hear you. 

Soft, even footfalls sounded on the thin carpet as Spock rounded the bed, and soon his dark, tall form appeared in your view.  You barely looked up at him as you drew the blankets tighter around your chin. 

“Do you feel ill?” Spock asked, his voice soft with concern. 

You shook your head, messing up your hair as it rubbed against the pillow. 

“Then what is the matter?”

The question almost brought tears to your eyes and you managed a shrug, staring only at the space between his kneecaps. 

“Ashayam, you must tell me what is wrong or I cannot help you.” Spock squatted down in front of you now, his eyes becoming level with yours, a look of worry lining his features. 

“I don’t think I can go today.” You mumbled, your heart clenching and unclenching inside your chest, making it hard to breathe. 

“You must come, Y/N, it is a very important event.” Spock stated. 

Guilty tears began to roll down your cheeks, hot and thick, at the thought of disappointing Spock, and at your sudden change in emotion Spock’s features changed from worry to deep concern and alarm. 

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⁠⁠⁠“And? Did you get everything done?” Even asks, sitting on their couch and watching what looks like a black and white movie? (his boy is such a hipster sometimes, Isak innerly shakes his head) and pauses it, looking over his shoulder to Isak, smiling. 

Isak stands, backpack on his shoulder, jacket and shoes still on, and takes in the scene. His super hot boyfriend - who woke him up that morning with pancakes-in-bed and who put two chocolate bunnies and a drawing in his bag for him and his biology partner (Sana had rolled her eyes about how fast he ate his but hers was gone just seconds after his) - lounging on their couch and asking about his day. 

It’s so domestic. Isak can’t believe they just spent their first holiday living together and that it was only the first of so, so many. 

With eyes that probably oozed love and an expression soft like cotton candy he makes his way over to Even and well… if he were Even he would make this some kind of sweet and romantic upside down movie kiss. 

But he is not. So, what happens is him dropping his backpack while he moves over and grabs Even’s jaw, bending down, planning to smooch his face all over when “Ow!” his nose connects with the other boy’s. 

But not in the cute bunny-kiss way they liked to share but rather like a full force head nut. Both of them cower away holding their noses. 

“Babe, what the hell?” Even asks, rubbing his nose, elbows on his knees and to Isak’s relief chuckling. Isak slumps down beside him, his voice muffled from his hand that he’s still pressing to his face 

“Fy faen” 

Even sits back, their shoulders touching now, Isak’s hand lifting to Even’s face to inspect the damage. “Sorry, Evi,” he says quietly and smiles ruefully. That gone-for-you look back in his eyes. 

“In my head that went differently” Even’s eyes crinkle up at that, from his bright, bright smile. 

Leaning forward now, Even brings their noses together, carefully and tenderly, whispering: 

“I missed you today.” 

Isak closes his eyes. All too much. Too many emotions. His stomach full of butterflies and his head swimming with Even, Even, Even. All he could seem to say was “Mhmhm” 

It’s been over four months and he’s still so overwhelmed with Even every day that he doubts this feeling will ever go away. 

After a few quiet moments, that give Isak’s heart a chance to calm down a bit, he tilts his head up. Dutifully receiving one, two, three pecks in return. “I really loved the drawing.” He mumbles against the other boy’s lips and feels him smile. 

Don’t Forget

Request: heey! can you write a imagine where ur bday is at the same day as the grammys and tyler forgets your bday and you are mad at him and at the hotel (you are asleep) he cries silently repeating “im so sorry you hate me” and then you wake up and it gets really emotional and that stuff!

Tyler Joseph x Reader

word count: 397

Warning: none

You were shocked, when twenty one pilots were announced as the winners you couldn’t help the tears of happiness leaking from your eyes.

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03.02.17 // 10:51pm // 21/30 days of productivity // 8 more days to chan’s birthday

Today has been an emotional day. Lots of happy and proud tears for Chan who has finally graduated from high school ( he even got placed on honor roll for excellence in sports and culture…my boy ).

Tonight’s revision session has been pretty light, with me just noting down the key concepts and chapters that will be coming out for the exams.

I’m currently using the “What will be included on the exam” printable by the lovely @ennui-for-me! Thank you, it has been really useful!

Song of the day: Full House by MOBB


A friend sent me a FB post with this news a little earlier this evening, and all I could think of was how appropriate for today!!! Instead of ordering a glass, I think the whole barrel is needed right now.

Life in SamCait land is never dull, and the shit show today was no exception. I have run through every emotion possible today, and have finally landed in the chill zone, and here is why.

We had a wonderful January, didn’t we?? The “epiphany” seems to mean something different to me today, but since I really don’t know what Sam meant by it in the first place, it doesn’t matter much now. What does nag me is the silence between S/C since that rugby game. Where was the bet and loser wears the winners shirt, why no friendly banter, what happened to bring the love fest to a screeching halt?. Has anyone else wondered about this?? I can honestly admit that it has bugged the hell out of me.

Fast forward, and Cait shows up at the Baftas….Tony in tow. We had no idea where Sam was until we got the pic with Graham in Santa Monica, home to Ms. Mauzy. While side-eyeing that, I still wrote it off because of, well the love fest in January.

Last week, anti’s let it out about the Mauzy wedding in Columbus Georgia, and none of us took the bait. I was quite proud of everyone for not reacting to that news, and everyone skipped merrily along. I can say that I have been wondering all week if Sam was in GA, and finally convinced myself that he and Cait were happily ensconced in SA, and life was good!

And then the MPC picture that battered a thousand ships hit today, and all I could think of was WTF??? Why , oh why do we have this again? And the worst part was that it came from Sam himself. That is what really hurts the most. I can’t lay this one on MM, the wanker and his minions, or anyone else. Sam knew what he was doing by posting that picture, and I am sure he knows the reaction. This by no means proves he was at the wedding, or anywhere else with MM, but it is impeccable timing once again. I have no doubt it truly is MPC related, but the timing and innuendo are all on Sam, so he owns that, lock, stock and barrel. And I simply won’t write this off as coincidental again.

So where does that leave me on the ship? Well, I honestly don’t know. I have read the most eloquent posts from this amazing community today, and all of them are right. Am I mad at Sam, you bet your ass I am. Do I think he is a player and this is his way of saying fuck you…no I don’t. But he continues to be part of the continued farce, and that makes me feel sorry for him, and less of a fan. As for Cait, I am side-eyeing her too, only because she is always awol when shit goes down, so she is in on the games as well. And I am sure that we will see all of the loved up Sam and Cait show at the OW awards and ECCC. I am just not sure yet how I will react to that, but we’ll see.

The thing I know with 100% certainty is how much I admire and respect my fellow shipsters. I have seen words like honesty, integrity and respect used quite a lot today, but they have been used on the wrong people, imo. Each of you have it in spades, and you have my undying admiration because of it. We will get through this one together, but I am thinking that while my own position regarding Sam, Cait, Tony, MM, or whomever turns up next on the wheel doesn’t matter as much as each of you, and that is the only reason I still ship. I always try to find the humor in all things, and I may get a little snarky over this for a while, but I will laugh with you, and support anyone who believes what they believe.

Cheers to you my sweet shipsters, and as Scarlet so famously said….tomorrow is just another day!! 🍷😙😍

Birthday Wishes

Alright alright alright! Here is my entry for the lovely @splendidcas‘s birthday challenge! Shannon, Happy belated Birthday! You are one of the BIGGEST reasons why I decided to create this little blog of mine. I think you were actually the first SPN author I ever read. One Cas fan fiction and I was yours, haha. You deserve the best, dear. I hope your birthday was just as amazing as you are! (I would insert a kissy-heart emoji here, but I can’t haha!)

Birthday Wishes

Reader x Team Free Will

Prompt:  “I’m trying very hard not to see all this as a metaphor for my life”

Warnings: Language and slight angst.

Word Count: 2440

Originally posted by yourockmoose

The light was seeping through the windows, cascading across your face. You squinted your eyes shut further to try and keep the light from shining into your eyes. When your feeble attempt failed, you tossed an arm over your eyes. It wasn’t often that you got to sleep in so naturally you were trying to make the most of it while you could. The only thing that you knew would help you sleep was your boyfriend, Castiel. However, the angel was on business in Heaven, and you had no idea when he would be returning.

Before long, just as you were starting to drift back into slumber, you heard a door slamming out in the hallway. You tried to suppress your irritated groan, but instead, the strangled cry escaped your lips. You took your other pillow and threw it over your head as you pleaded with yourself to just stay asleep. Didn’t these fuckers know it was your birthday?

All you had talked about the past two weeks, the only thing of importance that had left your lips, was the simple fact that all you wanted to do was sleep in on your birthday. You didn’t think that it was too terribly much to ask of the two men and then angel that lived in the bunker. After all you were practically a live in maid–not to mention a hunting partner.

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Didn't See It Coming

This is for my secret valentine Supes @double-trouble-dc !! From @ibjessjess hope you enjoy darling!!


“Superboy look out!” you shouted as you knocked another guy out.

You heard a grunt and saw a body fly into a wall out of the corner of your eye and smirked. Being clairvoyant really had it’s perks. You quickly took care of the guy in front of you and continued fighting, occasionally shouting warnings to other teammates.

Eventually the fight died down and with it came everyone’s guards. You looked around automatically making sure Conner was ok, which he was as usual. Suddenly you got the familiar tingling that let you know someone made a decision involving Conner. You stopped and looked around, trying to find a source. The uncomfortable sensation grew, someone’s mind was made up. You gasped as the sensation cleared and you clearly saw what was going on. There was a sniper on the neighboring roof, with bullets laced in Kryptonite.


You shouted as you ran as fast as you could just as the sniper pulled the trigger. Just in the nick of time, you tackle Superboy to the ground as the bullet grazed your shoulder. Immediately the rest of the team sprung into action to apprehend the sniper while you and Conner quietly got up and processed what just happened.

“Why’d you try and block it? Bullets don’t -”

“It was laced in Kryptonite.”

“Oh…thanks,” Conner’s voice betrayed hints of confusion. Why would you, the loveliest girl he had ever laid eyes on, go out of your way to save him?

“Your welcome,” you said, turning away to hide your blush.

“You’re bleeding!” Conner said as he ripped a piece of his shirt and pressed it to your shoulder.

Your cheeks darkened when you felt his hand.

“I-I’m fine. Really it’s just a scratch,” you stammered, trying to move away.

“You’re not fine, now hold still.”

You gave up looked down, hiding your crimson cheeks.

You had acted almost on instinct. You’d had a crush on him for months but didn’t have the guts to ask him out.

On the way back to the cave you couldn’t help but steal glances at the indestructible boy who had stolen your heart. Little did you know, Conner was doing the exact same thing. In fact this entire experience had been a bit of an eye opener. For awhile now he had ignored these feeling he felt about you. He liked you but in his mind, girls like you just didn’t date guys like him.

For the next few weeks Conner walked on eggshells around you. If you were in the room, he would find an excuse to leave. You began to notice these things and it troubled you. What had you done?

After many long talks with Zatanna and Artemis, you’d made up your mind just to ask him what was wrong. So after a particularly tiresome training session, you cornered Conner in the kitchen.

“Hey Conner,”


“How have you been?”

“Good, I guess,”

“That’s good,”

“I’m gonna go -”

“No. We need to talk.”

Conner grew visibly uncomfortable at that.

“Look Conner, you’ve acting really weird around me. And if I said or did something to offend you or make you mad, I’m sorry. I’d -”

“Stop (Y/N),” Conner sighed, “It’s not you, it’s me. I didn’t really know how to act around you after the last mission. I’ve never been very good with my emotions. I guess my first instinct is to run away. I uh I really like you. Would you like to go out? On a date? With me?”

You gasped, “Of course! I really like you too!”

You threw your arms around him and planted a kiss to his lips which he returned enthusiastically. Normally you hated not seeing things coming, but this was one time, you really didn’t mind.



“Hey Conner what day is it today?” You asked as you stood in a line outside a fancy restraunt.

“The 14th. Why?”

You laughed. How could you have forgotten?

“It’s Valentine’s Day. We’ll be lucky if we even get in.”

“Oh,” Conner’s cheeks reddened.

“Wanna get a pizza instead? We can watch a movie at my place,”

“That sounds great,” Conner said, clearly relieved, “I hate monkey suits,” he said as he tugged at his tie.

You simply laughed and tugged him off to the pizza parlor around the corner. Needless to say, it was the best Valentine’s Day you’d had in years.


I was and still am kinda scared to write this post, actually.

Today is a very important and emotional day for me and us all. It’s the day REB would’ve turned 36. It’s really… awkward, I would say.

Eric David Harris is one of those people that had and still have such a big impact on my life that thinking he’s not physically here anymore shatters my heart.
He did, along with Dyl, something terrible. Of course he did. But this doesn’t define the person he was, or at least the person he tried so hard to be. Eric was smart, funny, intelligent… he had such a potential. He needed help, which nobody gave him. His story and actions are a lesson and we learnt a lot, I think. We are now one step ahead in preventing tragedies like Columbine.
It seems strange that a person like him could help somebody like he did with me, but he really did help me. I became aware of many things about my inner self and the person I am in general thanks to Eric. I became a better person.
That’s why I want to commemorate him. Not for his actions, for his impact.
I’ll be forever bonded to you, Reb.
I miss you so much and forever will. I hope you found peace, wherever you are.
With love.

It’s (FreshPaper)

Ok… so this is like the first part to who knows how many parts there will be… it was suppose to be fluff but I don’t know how it is now… -_-

And it kinda ends within the middle cause I didn’t really know how to continue from that last line… (and I kinda wanted it to end like that *shrugs*)

ANYWAY! My attempt for Floof Day!

Prologue -> HERE

Characters: Paper Jam (created by me) and Fresh (Created by CQ)

Setting: A post-pacifist run universe

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inktober day 7: castiel + sunflowers. 🌻✨

(inspired by the beautiful flower arrangement i received as a birthday gift from @whelvenwings and @thebloggerbloggerfun 💕)


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He spends a whole day trying to propose to (y/n) but things keep going wrong. He’s very nervous and awkward not knowing what to say and trying to be tough during it but in the end he speaks from his heart.

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Can I just say that the Applegate legacy is the only legacy I read. I follow many people with many different legacy. This one is the only one I can actually spend a whole day catching up on. The way you write is incredible and you are a wonderful storyteller. Keep up the good work. Ily<3

this message has been sitting in my inbox all day because i wanted to make sure i could reply to it properly!!!!!!!! so first of all this is lovely and may have made me cry a lil bit; tbh with you i’ve been feeling the manic drive of needing to do better and to do more and to make things prettier and BETTER BETTER BETTER when it comes to my sims posts because i’m surrounded by so many talented simblrs who post the most incredible stuff and it’s been driving me down into a bit of a hole, so getting this really means a lot to me!!!! it reminds me that even tho sometimes i think my stuff isn’t good enough, that my pictures aren’t pretty enough or that my writing is too clumsy, there are beautiful people like you who like it all anyway and who keep me motivated <3 so idk what to say, nonny, bc if i try and say anything else i might start crying again.