weekend in bed

so i’m a trans dude right and i’m home from college for the weekend and laying up in bed and i just heard my sister in the kitchen say to my mom “yeah well i’m your favorite daughter now because i’m your only daughter and now you don’t have a choice”

i’m crying i’m laughing so hard

DON’T WORRY YOU’RE NOT HAVING A STROKE this doesn’t make any sense because I was just messing around trying to figure out how manga studio works lmao. But I’m posting it because every victor that graces this earth is beautiful and needs to shine. anyway results: I really liked it and want to learn more but I am terrified of anything that isn’t photoshop. I spent ten minutes trying to figure out how to un-select something

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you’re so naïve

things that make me happy:
  • listening to my favorite song after school ends
  • starting a book and knowing it will  be great
  • taking the time to write my notes again with my favorite stationery
  • starting a new notebook with thousands of ideas
  • looking at my freshly-taken polaroid picture and seeing that it looks great
  • anticipating the release of a new book/album/video game
  • spending the weekend curled up in bed with Netflix
  • searching for new beautiful study spots
  • getting nice new messages on my blog
  • finally getting that A I worked for
  • when my new amazon delivery package arrives after weeks of waiting
  • starting a great new project or self-study course

In a Lover’s Eyes

Author: @neonlightwood on tumblr

Pairing: Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland

Word Count: 4,500

Summary: Soon after they get together, Jace offers to let Simon drink from him. Simon says no. And keeps saying no, even when he needs it to heal himself.

Simon’s whole experience being a vampire has frankly been a series of bizarre and unacceptable events, but even he thinks he caught a lucky break never having tasted blood straight from the source. Nothing good could’ve ever come from it. The one and only exception was that time with Jace-Clary-Jace, the life draining from Simon through the slit at his throat and – well, that whole experience just supports Simon’s theory of having dodged a bullet. Even though he was mostly delirious at the time with the only visual recollections being flashes of Clary’s frightened face and Valentine’s smug one – he recalls with startling clarity the feeling of his fangs piercing the thin skin on Clary’s – Jace’s – wrist and the sweet, metallic rush of blood traveling down his throat.

Having a direct tap of heroin in his veins would be less exhilarating, the way that first taste seemed to fire his neurons all at once, sending electricity crackling up his spine and down his veins. Simon’s sure that it’s only the extraordinary trauma of everything else that happened from the moment Simon wrenched his mouth away is the only thing that stopped him becoming an addict.

That, and remembering how afterward, Jace had looked straight into his eyes and said with the kind of seriousness that could crack an iron heart: I would’ve let you.

Months later, having Jace pressed up against him in lonely hallways has become an incredible, unexpected norm. Better still is when they’re in the privacy of Simon’s room back home, during the sacred hours of one and four in the afternoon when they’re the only living – ha – creatures in the house and Jace’s mouth is hot on Simon’s and his hands burn where they splay against Simon’s back, just under the hem of his shirt.

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Not My Girl (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

Originally posted by cynicalsunset

Word count: ~3,930 

Request: Anon- Jeff request please! “She’s not my girl”, could you make it like something reader overheard? For example she passes her friends, the jocks, on the way to class. But not before she heard Justin say something like, “look Atkins, it’s your girl” And she get’s upset because they’re not dating, but they’re not not-dating either. And she’s upset and mad at school, but he’s her ride home. Then in the car, could reader be petty at first like Jeff asking, bad day at school/practice? And she’s like nope! And he puts his hand on her thigh when he’s driving as she pulls away so he’s like “oh so you’re mad at me?” And he won’t leave until she tells him. 

Warnings: None I don’t think. A little swearing, Justin being kinda pervy, Jeff being too adorable for words. I think that’s it. 

A/N. Thanks for the request! I’m sorry this took me so long, but I loved writing this one :) I summarized the request, but I feel like I got the gist. I should be answering requests a little more frequently now that I’m getting back in the flow so feel free to keep sending them in. Alright guys, you ready? Enjoy!


(Y/n) hummed to herself as she walked down the hallways, practically skipping as she made her way towards her second period class, weaving through the crowded hallways that usually angered her without a care in the world. She had crashed at Jeff’s last night, after a Fast and Furious marathon had run late, and had skipped first to go home and shower. She had been thinking about skipping the whole day, but she had a chem test in third and couldn’t afford to miss it.

Even the thought of covalent bonds couldn’t dampen her good mood. Things had finally happened between her and Jeff last night. The movie marathon had begun as a friend thing, with Clay, Hannah, and Tony over as well to spend the rainy day watching television and hanging out. As the day had changed to night, first Tony, then Hannah and Clay had excused themselves to finish the last of their weekend homework and get to bed early, leaving (y/n) alone with Jeff. He had merely shrugged once the others had left, flashed a breathtaking smile, and asked if she wanted pizza or chinese for dinner.

The two had been casual friends forever, the way kids in small towns all knew each other, but over the last few months (y/n) had noticed things start to change between her and Jeff. He was no longer the awkward, gangly kid with braces who collected baseball cards, and she was pretty sure he had felt the shift too. Suddenly there was a lot more touching, a lot more teasing, late nights spent texting and lunch periods spent sharing inside jokes. It was amazing. Everyone else had begun to notice too, teasing the both of them about the flirting and the ‘eye sex’, which they both resolutely denied. If anyone asked, they were just friends. But obviously (y/n) wanted more. And she was sure Jeff did too.

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Reggie x Reader: Shape of You (One Shot)

The title really has nothing to do with the story but I was listening to it when I got this idea and also while writing it so enjoy xxx (ALSO I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE SO I DID MY BEST IN EDITING IT BUT TELL ME IF YOU SEE ANY ERRORS

Plot: Reggie watches you a lot.

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

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