we had to make something ~inspiring~

About The Suffering Game

I’ve seen some folks talk about being exhausted by the structure of The Suffering Game, which I completely get — thematically, it’s meant to exhaust the players. I hoped to toss enough variety into the different challenges to engage everyone, but I can also appreciate how seeing the boys go through so much crap every episode can be a bit tiring for some folks. Without giving too much away, things are very much going to come to a head on the next episode, so to those folks: hang in there!

There’s some narrative stuff happening in The Suffering Game that won’t make sense quite yet, but the earliest inspiration I had for it was as a means of endangering the heroes in a real, tangible way without just hanging the threat of death over their heads. It’s something we’ve struggled with a lot in this show, mostly because of how we play — D&D has lots of rules about health management, about treating Hit Dice like a non-renewable resource mid-adventure. And a lot of that stuff clashes with how we play the game to make a good radio show. As a result, the boys are kind of untouchable, with health pools that may diminish, but never enough (or permanently enough) to be a serious threat. The sacrifices done at the wheel are permanent, and largely non-mechanical, skirting those systems altogether. Again, something that may upset folks who wish we followed those rules a bit more closely — though I hope those folks can understand that this is simply the balance that works for us as a podcast.

The arc was also designed to treat a problem that every D&D campaign I’ve ever participated in or tuned into suffers from — power creep. By this point, the boys are armed enough to be, essentially, demigods. It’s a power I’ve given them freely, but it’s impossible to prevent that creep while still offering them cool carrots and a functional economy, which I’ve tried to inject into the Fantasy Costco and other systems. It’s another really difficult balance, and they’ve taken advantage of it in a way that they’ve become immensely powerful, able to easily handle any problem I throw in their direction. The Wheel was intended to perhaps pull them back down to earth a bit, so to speak, though most of the sacrifices they’ve made have been more narrative rather than mechanical. (Which I’m totally fine with, because again, it’s another way of dealing damage.)

Anyways, I just wanted to get some of my thoughts down, because the last thing I wanted people to think is that I actually harbored some sort of sadistic enjoyment out of just straight-up hurting my players. (That’s a certain archetype of DM that I don’t really understand.) I’ve seen some folks characterize this arc as Saw-like torture porn, which I think is mostly unfair, but I can understand their exhaustion. I’d hoped to move through this arc a bit faster, but as is always the case, things have run a bit long. I really hope you enjoy what happens next, because I am very, very excited to get there.

- Griffin


moodboard: @pottersecretsanta

@dementvr‘s hogwarts house  → hufflepuff

My hand hurts but I am happy.

My fingers and wrist ache from hours of drawing. But I am so content that I want to cry.

I did not realize how much I had missed drawing.

I lost all my motivation to grow as an artist sometime before I reached my twenties. I did not “grow out of it” - I still wanted to draw. I just couldn’t make myself do it anymore. It had became a shore. 

Around that time I fortunately found video editing which became my new creative outlet. Now, years later, it remains a big passion of mine.

But I still missed drawing. Sometimes I felt inspired and could manage to scrape together a finished piece, but we are talking 2-5 drawings per year.

So my new years resolution for 2017 was simple: to draw more. And I have. Every day I make myself draw something. And I do it. No matter what.

It was hard in the beginning, but just a week later I notice a difference. I don´t care if it´s mostly fanart, if it sucks, if it´s just OK, if I am nowhere near my idols.

All I care about is that I enjoy drawing again.

I have missed that feeling so much.  

The problem with Women and Superhero shows

You know what’s really frustrating? How many TV shows,especially  superhero TV shows aimed at young people absolutely refuse to do something as simple as make sure that their show is gender balanced.Or show female characters have any connection with other women. Superhero shows are meant to inspire us, to show us a better way and yet they seem to hate the very idea of actually spending any time on female characters

Just look at all the TV shows we had till now .Can you think of one show where the the men don’t outnumber the women? Arrow, The Flash, Supergirl, Legends of Tomorrow, Agent Carter…….the only one which actually bothered to some degree  was Agents of Shield*

Arrow is horrible when it comes to it’s treatment of female characters. We all know that. But they are also horrible when it comes to the actual presence of female characters.. And they don’t learn. Oliver’s new team of vigilantes had a 3;1 male to female ratio. Was there ANYTHING preventing them from making Rene or Rory a girl? And look at how isolated Felicity is from other girls. She has zero female friends

The Flash is also very much a guy show and Caitlin and Iris barely even interact with each other. Again was there anything to prevent Julian from being a girl? No. They absolutely refuse to include more female characters

Legends of Tomorrow has a two girl maximum. At least in the first seaosn Sara and Kendra were friends but now Sara barely even seems to talk to Amaya. And again there was nothing preventing them from making Nate a girl. Hell his issues with being sheltered and feeling helpless his whole life would have been even more impact if he was a girl

And the few shows we have which are supposed to be about girls? They are cringe inducing when it comes to these issues and absolutely get worse with time

Agent Carter was male dominated and the only somewhat female light in the show was Carter’s friendship with Angie. And they snuffed this completely in the second season in favor of a shitty love triangle. And don’t get me started in how they took a brilliant female historical figure and turned her into a pathetic villain

Supergirl is probably the worse when it comes to this. Look at how the show started. Although Winn has improved he started as a creepy toxic male geek. One of his very first lines was thinking that Kara was a lesbian because she didn’t want him. And when Kara turned him down he made her feel guilty and apologize to him. And he was presented as her best and ONLY friend. Kara Danvers had no female friends. Do you realize how insane this is?. Still season 1 wasn’t quite as bad. Kara had Cat as a female mentor, she overcome her hesitancy and develop respect and friendship with Lucy and James although he had a few minor glitches like his reaction to the Red Kryptonite was a goddamn awesome and healthy male character. But in season 2?

Although the introduction of Maggie and her realtionship with Alex is excellent it’s the ONLY bright spot. Everything else ruined the little they had. They ditched Cat in favor of Snapper, Lucy disappeared in the void of unappreciated female characters and instead we got freaking Mon El. The very definition of bland pretty boy. James was turned into some fragile insecure boy who feel threatened by by Kara’s status, Winn actually actively sabotaged Kara just so he and James can shine and again don’t get me started on Mon El. M’gann should have been one of the bright sides of this season but he was barely used. We got see more of Mon El’s fuck then of a fascinating and complex character like M’gann. The ONLY female friend Kara has is Lena and you know they are going to fuck with this,

Literally all of these shows actively isolate women from interacting with other women. Female friendship is treated as some flaky thing that can easily be ignored and erase while male friendship is celebrated and iconic. Just look at Oliver and Diggle, Barry and Cisco. On Legends they pushed Nate and Ray and Ray and Mick to bond and become friends  while Mick and Snart were beyond celebrated and iconic. On Supergirl they put more attention on Winn and James friendship then on any interaction Kara had with a girl that wasn’t her sister

Female friendships gets none of this. The closest we ever came was Carter and Angie’s and Sara and Kendra’s (and come to think of Sara and Sin) . And all of them got only a fraction of the time spent on male friendships and was erased completely later on never to be mentioned again

The only chance girls get when it comes to friendship is with male characters and this is often either a prelude to or baiting of a realtionship


*I am not gonna get into the Netflix shows as well since this already got too long but they have their own issues as well. Not quite as horrible as the CW shows but still bad

We're filing this under TMI.

This took place during my brother’s Spaghetti Western inspired campaign between the kobold alchemist and the GM. I forget the actual context, but I think it had something to do with a bar fight.

Kobold: Pants are for losers!
GM: Well that’s just your opinion.
K: I’m not wearing pants.
GM: We’re going to file this under the TMI clause. (Too Much Information)
K: Kobolds don’t need to wear pants! (obviously getting a kick out of making our GM uncomfortable)

The whole party got a good laugh out of it.

Nurseydex vs The Sonnets

Alright, so I’m a theater major, and this semester we have a class completely dedicated to Shakespeare, and it’s amazing and I could talk about it for hours. Anyway, we each had to pick a sonnet and memorize it, and we recited them again today and I had a little flash of inspiration.

If Nursey studied and writes poetry, he’s likely very familiar with Shakespeare’s sonnets (and others as well but we’re talking about Shakespeare here specifically). And like… Dex strikes me as someone who hated it in high school because most of his exposure to it was being forced to read Romeo & Juliet and listening to a bunch of sixteen-year-olds struggle to read and comprehend, and he probably looked at it and felt dumb. (Which is something that happens to people and it makes me So Sad.)

So. Imagine this.

  • Dex is taking an English class (yay for required courses), and they’re looking at the sonnets and he just. Hates It. This is hard language to read and comprehend, and when you go in with a bad experience that makes you assume you aren’t going to understand, you really are not going to understand.
  • Nursey walks into the Haus and sees his Adorable Ginger Boyfriend reading a book of Shakespeare’s sonnets and gets. He’s just So Excited.
  • Derek Nurse is Not Chill about his love of the sonnets and Shakespeare’s impact on the English language
  • “You’re reading the sonnets????”
  • “Yup.”
  • “What do you think???”
  • Dex is silent for a bit. He can tell Nursey’s really excited about the sonnets (he’s not being very subtle), but he just… he Doesn’t Understand and he is Frustrated.
  • “I dunno…. I don’t really… I’m just not the type of person who gets this stuff.”
  • Nursey hears the phrase “type of person” and just. Oh no.
  • “Well… first glance it’s all pretty weird to read, but-”
  • “Some people get this but I’m just not one of them, y’know?”
  • And so “Operation Fix What High School English Class Broke” is a go.
  • Nursey, like most people who have had an actually good Shakespeare teacher, knows that if someone doesn’t understand it, it’s the actor’s/speaker’s fault. Not the listener.
  • (Nursey is fully prepared for the fines he will accumulate over the next couple of weeks)

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One time, changkyun insulted my cooking. I got very upset with him, so i decided i would get back at him, by making him something nasty and making him eat it, but without telling him it was bad. So i made a soup, and put too much salt in it, and some of wonho’s protein powder, and the weird green thing that’s been in the freezer for days. He got food poisoning, and we had to take him to the hospital(laughs). I still haven’t told anyone it was my fault.
—  kihyun for Ten Asia Magazine, (full interview here)

it-is-cool-not-cute  asked:

I just love ur fafic! U r a really good writer!! I kinda have a weird request it is okay if u won't write it Can I have a chanyeol and rapmonster threesome That would be hella hot oh god I need holy water Thank u in advance


“You rappers are something serious.” You complained looking up at the crumpled-up paper that had lyrics jotted down on it.

“What do you mean we rappers?” Namjoon asked with a slight growl. Chanyeol lifted his head in your direction with an eyebrow raised.

“I mean you guys are making me work on this stupid ass song when I have no inspiration.” You grumbled rolling over on your stomach staring down at the paper. Namjoon lifted a hand to reach over your body and slap your ass cheeks causing them to jiggle as he smirked.

“Your lyrics were good, that’s why we told you to keep them. Get a few more inspirational ideas and you’ll have it.” Chanyeol said soothingly rubbing a hand up and down your leg before him and Namjoon started to go back to working on their own pieces. You all had been good friends despite working under different labels. While the boys were popular and well known, you were a rookie about to debut in a few more days with a few more girls in the group. But here you were and you couldn’t think of what to say and nothing that you did gave you any inspiration. You felt hopeless right now. Looking between the two males you smirked softly biting your lips.

“Oh Chanyeol~” You cooed out crumpling the paper back up throwing it onto the floor.

“Y/N. No.” Namjoon started with a slight growl.

“You don’t have to play, I asked Chanyeol anyway.” You stuck out your tongue at an angry Namjoon who scoffed and went back to his work. Chanyeol on the other hand watched you with nervous eyes. Licking over his lips quickly he didn’t say anything to you but you could see all the unspoken words in him. Smirking you crawled over to him on your hands and knees until you were pushing your hands up on his broad chest and around his shoulders playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Letting your legs wrapped around his waist, and slowly you started to grind against him. Moaning out at feeling him under you, Chanyeol sighed in defeat already leaning back against the seat he watched you with his hands on your hips. He would always give into your every demand. It’s been like that since you were all younger, let’s just say that you were each-others first in some way or another. And you had gone to do whenever you needed them and they never disappointed you always giving you what you want.

“Daddy.. I need motivation. Won’t you give it to me?” You asked with pouty lips circling your hips slowly feeling his bulge starting to poke you through your pants right against your crotch. Chanyeol moaned softly gripping harder at your hips he brought you closer to him gripping your hair with one hand pushing your foreheads against one another.

“Don’t do it to me.” He groaned softly pleading almost.

“I need you.” You softly whined grinding hard against him giving out a particular high pitched moan that you normally gave out when you were close to cumming.

“Fuck.” He growled crashing his lips against yours, tongue licking on your bottom lip sucking on it as he sealed your lips off with a kiss. He groaned snapping his hips up against yours feeling your center become hotter he knew that you were going to become needier by the second.  Throwing you onto the couch, he got on top of you, his hands gripped at your pants pulling them down quickly with a huff. Not even moving them all the way off your feet, he gripped at your panties trying to get them off of you as quickly as possible. Looking down at your pussy he moaned leaning close to you he sucked on your pussy lips slowly licking up and down your slit pulling back. He sat down on the couch wrapping one arm around your waist to grab under your thigh he spread your legs wider looking over at Namjoon who was gritting his teeth trying his hardest not to look at what you two were doing. Chanyeol rubbed two fingers up and down your slit, knowing that you liked the burn he slipped both fingers inside of you thrusting them quickly, curving them instantly to hit your spot and earn a cry of approval from your lips.

“Come on hyung don’t give into her.” Namjoon sighed feeling his own dick throb into the confines of his own pants.

“I know you want her too. You can say you don’t but I can see that bulge. We might as well give her inspiration. Besides it will give her something to work for, and you can give her mouth something to get inspired on as well.” Chanyeol winked at Namjoon starting to shake his hand side to side to get you wetter your juices sliding from your pussy as you cried out squirting onto his hands after a few minutes of simple playing around.

“Touch me baby. Give it to me.” He rasped against your ear hotly biting on the lobe. Your hand reached over shaking lightly pressing against his bulge rubbing it with your palm. Fingers moving up to drag down the zipper and unsnap the button you shoved your hands into his boxers gripping his shaft stroking it slowly. Moaning against your ear Chanyeol kept up the speed of his hand and you matched his pace causing you both to moan on the couch your body slouched lightly in his hold you let your heard roll back so that you could chant his name out. Namjoon couldn’t take it, the both of you moaning and his mind wasn’t helping aid his dirty thoughts about what was going on but even a little side of him got curious and he wanted to see though his more responsible side of the brain told him not to look. And he wished he would have because as soon as he looked at the both of you his restraint was lost. Your parted lips and face full of pleasure though sweat dripped down your quivering body. The sounds your pussy made, how your tiny hand tried to wrap around all of Chanyeol’s shaft and get him off.

Namjoon stood up taking off of his leather jacket, moving to sit beside the both of you, Namjoon gripped at your chin roughly smashing your lips together, eliciting a whimper from your lips as the kiss was made with mostly teeth and biting. “Ruining my work.” He growled out into your mouth rubbing his fingers against your clit. Your hips snapped against his fingers feeling immense pleasure from Chanyeol’s and Namjoon’s fingers combined. Namjoon dominated the kiss claiming your mouth letting his free hand move to unzip his pants and pull out his dick from the confines of his boxers. He was so hard his tip was swollen red and precum leaked out from it.

“Suck off Namjoon baby girl.” Chanyeol urged shifting your body a bit. You obeyed breaking the kiss you leaned your mouth down you licked across the tip of his shaft but before you could tease he roughly grabbed your hair and shoved his dick in your mouth. He started to thrust his hips up and down at a rapid pace face fucking you. You were choking spit quickly falling from your parted cheeks. Your eyes burned but you flicked your tongue against the underside of his dick against his sensitive vein trying to give him pleasure. Namjoon was loving it watching you he aided Chanyeol sliding two of his own fingers inside of your pussy thrusting them in and out when one pushed in the other slid out fucking you and scissoring you open. Your pussy was throbbing and wrapping around both of their digits you were wet. You were so closed to cumming but your cries of pleasure were swallowed by the choking sounds that you were delivering onto Namjoon’s shaft. Your eyes drifted shut as you continued to suck him off as he controlled the pace. Your hand worked faster on Chanyeol’s dick and he was thrusting his hips up into your hand, his orgasm getting closer and closer to the brim. The whole room was filled with grunts and cries of pleasure. Of course, you were the first to cum with the fingers jamming into your spot it was too much to take, releasing on their fingers your body shook between the both of them. Once you rode out your orgasm Chanyeol came next tick white ropes onto his pants and your hands. You felt the warm cum warming up your hands and fingers. Next Namjoon who was pounding his dick down your throat almost loving how you were crying he spilled his cum into your mouth not lasting long at all because he had been so hard. He jerked his hips harshly against your lips pausing while he emptied his load into your mouth. You licked it up greedily trying to make sure that everything was cleaned up. Namjoon let your head go slowly and looking at him with blown pupils you brought your hand up to your lips that were covered in cum to lick it off while watching him. Chanyeol was about to pounce on you but Namjoon stopped him removing his hand and licking your essence off his fingers.

“Don’t Chanyeol. She was a bad girl and she needs to know not to do that again. This was her inspiration. If she finishes, then she can have her reward.” Namjoon glared down at you and you retreated sinking into the couch. Chanyeol moved his hands nodding leaning over to kiss your jaw he slapped the inside of your thigh slowly.

“Get cleaned up and get to work baby girl. I need to get cleaned up as well, don’t get in trouble while I’m gone.” Chuckling he winked at you as Namjoon straightened up and lifted an eyebrow moving to his area once again.

“You could’ve at least helped me get dressed.” You muttered reaching down to grab at your pants.

“Well, if I even touched you again then we would be on the floor right now making a sex song and I’m sure our labels won’t be agreeing to that right off the bat don’t you think?” He teased with a smirk and gleeful eyes.

Archie Andrews - I believe you

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 1308

Request: by @deepestdreamlandinternet 

May I request an Archie Andrews imagine we’re you both dislike each other for some reason but kiss or something like with Veronica and him the closet????

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I had so much fun writing it. I really hope you enjoy it. This imagine corresponds more to the first part of your request but I do think I might make another one inspired by him and Veronica in the closet.

Originally posted by archiiandrews

First day of school and already I managed to bump into him. Him and I were… complicated. He was the classic jock type, well build, especially after this summer, star football player and music prodigy. And even though every girl drooled over him I did not feel that way for the least bit. Back in the day maybe, just maybe I might have considered looking at him that way. What really made me mad was that a few years ago I called him a friend. Since my parents were close with his, I spend practically my whole childhood around him, he was the closest thing I had to a brother and as we grew I guess my feelings started shifting. But then as we were about to enter the high school world he got offered a seat at the popular table. He tried to fit me in his new lifestyle but I guess it just wasn’t my scene so we started seeing each other less and less. But there was this one night, everything was going south in my life at that point and I really needed him to be there just this once for me, to have a shoulder to cry on… I guess I was out of luck since I waited and waited in front of Pop’s dinner for him to show, until I got tired of waiting and returned home to the comfort of my bed. It was that night that my hatred for Archie Andrews officially embedded itself in my heart.

So today, almost 3 years after Archie had ditched me at that diner I was doing great. I skipped town for the past two years and went to live with my dad in Cali but I decided I was finally ready to come back and face my past in Riverdale. What I hadn’t expected was to be facing it so soon. Just as I was walking down the hall towards my new assigned locker I heard a group of loud boys coming round the corner, I hadn’t even bothered looking up to see who it was until one of them bumped into me while they were talking about an upcoming game. I was just about to let out a snarky comment but he spoke first “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” When I heard the voice my face instantly drained of colour. Fortunately, I was still looking down trying to pick up my scattered books so he couldn’t actually see my face. I quickly glanced at him grabbing my last book right from his hands and walked as fast as you could to get away from him. I wasn’t really sure if he had recognised me. To be fair he wasn’t the only one who had experienced and sudden ‘glow up’. During my time away I managed to work a little on myself and my feminine assets had finally appeared. Plus I had gotten glasses that just made me look smart in the hottest way possible.

Thank God this day is over. I thought waking towards my locker, earphones in my ears after the end of my last lesson. The day wasn’t really that bad, I’ve already managed to get a couple of friends around here but seeing Archie this morning threw me off and I was just eager to go home. “I knew it” I heard over your music. I looked around and there he was, leaning against the lockers staring me down. “What do you want Archie?” I asked annoyed. “I knew it was you. I could recognise you anywhere.” he stated proud of himself. “Well, congratulations, that’s amazing that you managed to recognise the girl who used to be your best friend. Allow me to get you a trophy to add to your already big collection of hurting Y/N 101.”I spat out sarcastically. “Hey, why are you mad at me? You were the one who left town without even saying goodbye. What was I supposed to think?” he asked suddenly hurt. “Oh that’s rich coming from you…” I muttered angrily walking away as I felt the tears rolling down. Get yourself together. He doesn’t deserve your tears.

Few days later

I was walking home from the gym listening to my favourite playlist. Things had gotten back to normal, relatively speaking. I was doing good at Riverdale’s high, I had made real friendships and Archie hadn’t talked to me since that first day. I finally turned to my street and saw my house, and someone sitting on my porch. At first I didn’t recognise the man, but as I came closer I realised it was a desperate looking Archie. “I thought I made it pretty clear that I didn’t want anything to do with you Archie.” I sated firmly. “Y/N, I really don’t know what happened between us… I just… I wish I knew so I could fix it” He responded weakly. “There’s nothing to be fixed.” I was trying my hardest not to break. “You really hurt me when you left, d’you know that?” he said regaining confidence. “Good.” I simply said. “I can’t believe you! You come back after 3 years of no letters, no emails, no nothing and when I confront you about it all you have to say is ‘good’?!” he stared getting mad. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get into my home now.” I tried going around him to get inside but in vain. “Oh no, you are not going anywhere until you explain what the hell is wrong with you?” this let your bottled up rage free. “Excuse me?! What is wrong with me?!” I shot back pointing a finger to my chest to emphasise my point. He stared at me confused. “Oh you really don’t know do you?” I asked a little shocked. “Know what?” “Gosh Archie, are you really so full of yourself that you hadn’t even noticed that I desperately needed you?! You were my best friend! I was counting on you! You were supposed to be there the one damn time I needed you. Damn it Archie I freaking loved you I looked up to you! You made me feels things no one ever has and I was always there when you called! But the one time, the one time I was in a bad place and needed you, you left me standing there, in the rain for 5 hours waiting for my alleged best friend to show up. So yes I think I earned the right to be pissed don’t you?!” I was out of breath after that confession. We just stood there staring at each other for what felt like an eternity and then suddenly he grabbed my face in his hands and his lips came crashing onto mine. No one had ever kissed me like that, so passionately yet so sweetly. I was backed against the door forcefully, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. 

Originally posted by lovershub

I couldn’t tell you the thousands things that raced through my mind during those few seconds but all I know is they all ended with him and me kissing on my porch. “I’m so incredibly sorry for what I’ve put you through Y/N… I had no idea… I got really drunk that night and when I finally came to my senses the first thing I did was looking for you, I went to your house but your mum had told you had left town for good. I love you, so much it hurts and when I thought I’d lost you I… well let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.” I just stared deeply in his eyes, unable to utter a single word, I kept searching for something to tell me was lying, that he didn’t deserve that second chance you were so compelled to give him but yet the only thing you managed to get out was “ I believe you”  before joining your lips again.

Move On (Andre Burakovsky)

Masterlist  Part 2

Word Count: 1363

Team: Washington Capitals

Warning/s: the word hell? mild panic attack

A/n: Not requested but I’m in the flow and damn inspired by Send my Love by Adele you have to listen to it

Originally posted by seguinsharp

“We should really go.”, your friend suddenly yelled. The loud music of the club was muffling her words, but you understood them, making you frown in confusion.

“Why?”, you yelled back. She discreetly pointed at something on the other end of the club, right next to the entrance. What you saw made your knees weak and you were sure that you would pass out.

The Capitals were in their usual spot. They must’ve entered as you had ordered another glass of water. You didn’t drink at all, but what you saw made you want to drink a whole round of shots all by yourself. There he was, formerly your boyfriend of one year, now Ex-Boyfriend. You had broken up one and a half months ago. And he was with his new girlfriend that he had for about a week.
A year, and he replaced you during six weeks. And you had to find out from one of your shared friends.

To be fair, Braden didn’t want to spill the beans. He had said it by accident after he texted you. You had asked if he was hanging out with his boys. Braden had replied that, yes, he was hanging out with his boys although everyone was basically snogging with their girlfriend.

It was like breaking your heart all over again. But he was a free human being, there’s nothing you could say or do that could be right. He was free to live his own life. Make his own decisions. Replace his ex whenever he wants.
Braden, of course, had apologized - upon realizing what he did - although it wasn’t his fault. He was just the one to bring the news. But you were quick to end the texting, going back to bury yourself in your bed.

What were you supposed to do? You loved him. You still did. But he seemed to be fine while you were just trying not to freak out.

Andre Burakovsky had crushed you and now, after finally feeling able to go out again, he was there to remind you of that.

Your breakup had been weird. Everything was fine until it wasn’t. None of you fell out of love, you were both still very in love with each other. It just became a regular thing that he would get pissed because of small things and it would turn into a big argument. Both of you knew that something had to be done, but you didn’t think that he would just call it quit.

The blonde girl with him had a name you couldn’t remember. Something long and complicated. All you knew was that everyone called her Ria and that Andre was very present on her social media accounts.

Your friend was still trying to get your attention, looking at you. She knew what you were feeling. She had been the one to drag you out of your house and now she was feeling guilty.

“Let’s go and watch a movie instead.”, she proposed, rubbing your arm.

You peeled your eyes off Andre, who hadn’t noticed you and looked at her directly.

“I- I don’t think I can just pass them. What if they recognize me?”, you asked with horror in your eyes. 

You felt your lungs give out. Something was wrong. Your hands started shaking and you couldn’t breathe. Were you really having a panic attack at the thought of passing him? What had happened to you? How could he have so much control over you?

“It’s okay. We can wait a little longer. I’m gonna pay the drinks.”

Your best friend waved her hand at the bartender while you turned to look at Andre instead. His girlfriend was all smiley and happy, dancing next to him with a different girl you didn’t know. Andre himself was leaning against the wall, his eyes flashing from Ria to his friends and into the masses. He was looking around, as you quickly looked at your friend who put her money back into her purse. 

You looked up again and completely froze.

Your heart was going to bail on you. Andre was already looking at you when you looked up, locking eyes with him. He looked surprised to see you there and he didn’t look happy. Not at all. Instead, his smile fell but neither of you had the power to look away. Your breathing problems got worse, your breath got stuck in your throat. Everything you felt was bad. Sadness, disappointment, and helplessness.

You closed your eyes before you turned your head to your friend that was already watching you.

“You’re right. Let’s go right now.”, you mumbled.

She nodded at you before she started to walk in front of you. You followed her like a lost puppy, just wanting to reach the door and get out of there. Your hands were still shaking although you were already scolding yourself.

What were you even doing? You broke up! He moved on so why couldn’t you? You might be sad because you loved him but you didn’t have the right to feel like that. You had to give him up! Let it go! Both, you and Andre had basically still been teenagers when you met. You weren’t kids anymore, you had to accept that and let him go. But why was letting him go so much harder than letting him in?

Andre had his eyes on you the whole time you made your way through the club. The friends that had spotted you turned to tell him you were there, but as soon as they saw his gaze that was fixed on you, they turned back, giving him an assuring smile.

You had reached the door, practically fighting for air with every breath.

“Y/n?”, you heard someone behind you ask.

Oh god, was he trying to make this extra hard on you? You stopped dead in your tracks with your friend continuing to walk so she could give the two of you some space.

“Hey.”, you said quietly, turning around to face him. 

There was a distance between the two of you that had never been there. You wanted to reach out, hug him, kiss him. But you couldn’t.
Damn it, let go! You basically screamed at yourself, repeating it like a screamed mantra.
Let go! Let him go! Just let go!

“Hey.”, he greeted back although he had initiated the conversation.

“Leaving already?.”, he added.

“Uh yeah, we’re gonna watch a movie.”, you questioned, keeping your face neutral.

“Please don’t leave because of me.”

Your lips parted and you opened your mouth to say what he wanted to hear. But as you closed it again and cleared your throat there was this new feeling inside of you. Maybe you weren’t as broken as you thought. Just maybe you would be able to stop crying because of Andre.

You opened your mouth again, but before you could say anything he interrupted you.

“I’m sorry. I knew it was your favorite club. I shouldn’t have brought Ria here. That was a stupid idea.”

“It’s fine. You like that club too and it’s not like I’m the owner. It’s your choice wherever you go.”, you muttered.

Uncomfortable silence washed over the two of you. You were watching the ground as he was watching you, both not knowing what to say.
You were going to be fine. It might hurt like hell but you could do it. Just a few more minutes.

“Listen, Andre. It’s actually more than fine. I meant to say congrats, on the new girlfriend. As much as I hate it that we didn’t work out, I hope that you’re better with her.”, you mumbled.

You were pretty good at telling little lies to random friends, but even you couldn’t say these words without a pained expression. 

And he saw it, you knew he did. Because it was mirroring his own expression as you turned around and walked away, tears spilling over your cheeks.

About Killing Stalking

Okay so I’m making this post because we have gotten a lot of people telling us that Tonight makes them think a lot of the manga Killing Stalking - and some people even wrongly assumed that we took a lot of inspiration out of it, when… Seriously. Just ask before assuming things because that’s not true. That’s kinda insulting actually, Sounfy came up with the story by herself and I helped her build around that, so just assuming that we read something and were like “lolol how about we do exactly the same so it makes us feel good about ourselves” is pretty much like spitting in our faces.

Before we started this comic, neither of us had even heard about Killing Stalking, and after a few people told us about it, I thought it would be good for me to read it to know what they were talking about. Now. I’m happy I did it instead of Sounfy, because she needs her eyes intact in order to draw, and after reading it, I had to bleach mine. Several times.

No, we do not intend on making Mo into a psychopath who wants to rape Cat after breaking both his legs because he makes him think of his mom whom he killed. Spoiler alert btw. But yay, that’s to say, both Sounfy and me found this manga pretty traumatizing and disgusting. xD

Now, if you did tell us that it made you think of it, please don’t feel attacked, it’s not our goal, we’re not mad at you at all. :3 But it’s simply that we heard it a lot of times now, and it’s beginning to sound like people are telling us that Tonight has nothing original and is just a pale copy of it, even if that’s not true and that’s not what you meant at all. So basically, the goal of this post is to say : thanks a lot for telling us, we looked at it, so now we know, no need to tell us about it again. :3

We just felt like this was an issue that needed to be addressed. Now back to the gays ! Yuu out /o/


Something banged hard on the other side of the door, shifting it slightly in its frame, causing the shelf stood against the wall to rattle and the pictures hanging there to swing. Something else made noise on the other side of the door, on the outside of the darkened room; the clattering of metal on metal. There was a pause, then the door swung open inwards at speed, and right behind it came two forms, though to look at them it would be easy to confuse them for one.

Deeks held Kensi close to him, their chests pressed as close as it was possible to be as he carried her across the threshold and into the cabin. Her legs were up, wrapped tight around his waist, her hands desperately in his shaggy golden curls. Their mouths were crushed hungrily together, and frantic heavy breaths tried hard to force themselves around the corner of the pair’s lips.  They tracked thick layers of loose snow onto the heavy carpet as they stepped further into the dark cabin.

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Before The Grumps: Dan interviews Suzy (14:10)
  • Dan: Would you say it's been a challenge or like a beautiful thing as you've become completely different people over the decade plus you've been together?
  • Suzy: Oh it's been a beautiful thing yeah. It sounds so douchey but like I loved Arin from the first time I saw him, I knew that we had a big future together, and seeing him go from a guy who worked at Blockbuster, to a guy who was making cartoons on Newgrounds and making, y'know, very little money making that, but getting by and being happy doing something he loved. It really inspired me, and like I owe Arin everything I have, he literally changed the entire course of my life.
Swamp Witch Honey Jar Spell to sweeten a friend who's done you wrong.

This spell was inspired because I had a big fight with a best friend and I wanted to talk it out but she wasn’t having it and so I did this so she’s come around and wanna make up, we’re back to being our usual selves so I think this worked well!

Ok things you’ll need

- a small jar

- honey (I used orange blossom honey for friendship)

- bay leaves

- ground cinnamon

- paper with their name, also a picture, something belonging to them any taglock that connects them to you really.

- ground nutmeg

- sea salt

- Florida water

- a red candle

Ok lets get started on this honey jar!

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ok so first I’d recommend cleansing just because I always do before any spell work no matter how small but that’s just a personal thing.

First take your jar and put in some Florida water in the bottom, just a tad like enough to cover the bottom and imagine the water cleansing away all the nasty words you or they may have said.

Then take the sea salt and imagine all the pain it’s caused you dissolving within the bit of water.

Then take the name of your friend (or picture or whatever you’re using as a taglock) and place it in the jar, if you’re using a name on paper or a picture make sure you fold it 3 times toward you because you want the friendship you had to come back to you as healthy as before.

 Next take some of the cinnamon and nutmeg and sprinkle it in the jar.

Place some crushed bay leaves inside as an offering to the jar for helping you.

Finally cover everything in honey, don’t be sparing the more honey the sweeter the feelings.

Close the jar with all the contents inside and hold the jar, telling it how much you want your friend back even if you’ve both said regrettable things and were mean, tell it how none of that matters to you now and how you’d love it’s help.

Now take the red candle and rub honey on it from top to bottom so you’re drawing everything back. Doesn’t have to be a lot just a drop or so.

Then put some honey on your tongue BUT DON’T SWALLOW THE HONEY NOW and ask the candle to bring your friend back to you and to make them feel the same way about you as they did before the fight that upset you both. 

Next drip the wax on the jar top and seal the jar so that it cant open. Keep doing this until you think it’s enough, the jar shouldn’t be able to physically open after you seal it.

Then if you have a candle left after sealing let the candle burn out on top of the jar.

Leave this jar to sit somewhere either sunny or important to you where you won’t forget it, I have mine on my altar where there is a sunny spot

So I had recently put up the first chapter of a new story I’m working on. And one of the comments I had received was about an anon complaining how this would be another story I wouldn’t finish.

Now, honestly this hurt me and upsets me. This was something I didn’t need to wake up to (especially on a Monday) this had caused me to start feeling anxiety and make me unfocused. 

Writers are allowed to start a new fic even before finishing on. Writers are allowed to take time off from a fic if they feel they have no inspiration for it. 

Us writers have a life outside of fanfics and fandoms in general. We write fanfics because it’s something we like to do on our spare time. Sometimes as life goes on, we rarely have time to write. And when we do have time, we want time to relax and not do anything. 

Writers don’t need to have the feeling that writing fanfic is a job. We writers can’t force words onto a page, and when we do, it’s shit to us and we want to make sure readers get good quality content. 

So if you have a problem with a writer starting a new fic before finishing one they already have out. DON’T SAY ANYTHING! Sometimes when this happens, writers will start to lose passion for writing. 

We want to keep writing fanfics for our fandoms. We thrive for comments/reviews on our stories. When we get comments/reviews, we know we’re doing our job keeping people entertained. And when we don’t, we sometimes feel like we’re failing. 

anonymous asked:

Hey, I noticed that "Button eye" is also on the thing that surrounds your profile pic. Who exactly is Button eye? Was he just something you came up with?



ButtonEye is one of my oldest OCs- he’s seven years by now. I quite literally grew with him and we both had gone through many changes.

He was created shortly after I saw Tim Burton’s ‘Coraline’ (one HECK of a movie, will totally watch again.), however he wasn’t made as a character back then; the movie inspired me to try sewing and making myself a doll.

‘What sorta doll can I do?’ I asked myself when I was 12, and then I thought. ‘It would be cool to bring some character from my sketchbook to life!’

Believe me, it was harder than I thought- I knew I had ZERO experience with sewing and less making something like a doll so the design had to be simple yet ‘special’… in a way, and I made maaaaany drawings to try and find just what I could do. 

After a day, I finally made a design I was satisfied with. That drawing was my very first sketch of ButtonEye. (Had I know he would become such a big part of me, I would’ve kept it…)

The next thing I know I’m sitting in pretty much anywhere during two months (Yes, it took me that much because it was SUPER hard for me back then.) to create this doll. The day I finished I was very pleased with myself.

And my family (mainly mom) during this whole process became super interested in this little guy and kept asking me about him, and I thought ‘Why not?’ I started to create his own story and I have been working on it ever since then. To be honest I didn’t know what to call him at first, and he was nicknamed ‘Sir Button’ by my mom until I finally settled with ButtonEye.

ButtonEye became something that’s… just mines, like, in school one could talk about me and some way or another ButtonEye would be mentioned; EVERYONE in my class knew about him, and about my many ideas and concepts that I had of him, even the teachers and they LIKED HIM TOO. It was really crazy, but my friends and my family loved ButtonEye so much and wanted to know more about him it made me very happy and encouraged me to keep working on him.

Because HECK, I STILL love him to the moon and back and wish nothing more but to make something big with him.

The reason I came to care about him so much… I believe it was because I was going through some bad times- my mother and my older sister fought a lot, and it was super stressful and it just got worse by the years; during that whole time I had ButtonEye- I slept with him every night and took him with me everywhere because it made me feel secure to just hold him and see him. 

He became what I call a ‘relief doll’, and man is he still great at his job to keep me calm when anxious.

Just look at him, how can I not feel better?

Currently speaking I’m going to start a project that will be officially about him! There’s still a lot for me to do, but until then I wish you friends could take a look when it’s up!

And that could be all! 



Fox Miraculous! Here the prompt was “jumpsuit,” which could actually be male or female, but Reyna and I talked it over and thought it ought to go male, to make it an even number of male-female models, but also because we thought Marinette would want to design something that didn’t smack of Volpina. This was the hardest design of the guys, because I mean really. Have you SEEN jumpsuit fashion for men? They all look like mechanic coveralls. I dare you to Google it, and if you find something that doesn’t, please send me a link because I came up with nada for inspiration. In that respect, I am quite proud of this piece because I had so little to start from and I really like how it finished.

I tried so very hard to keep that chest exposed, but it just didn’t look right without a t-shirt underneath. T_T

Can you spot Marinette’s signature? ;)

Please do not repost. Do not remove my signature. Do not take credit for all my hard work. This is traditionally drawn and painted, folks, mistakes and all. I don’t do digital art, so this took way longer than you might think.