what do you do with a bottle of ink

Dating Newt Scamander Would Include...

Originally posted by ameliawilliams

I felt like I needed to get something up today so here is my own “Dating Newt Scamander Would Include” thing 

Warning:  I’m 80% sure these suck

  • Him being the little spoon
  • You being the little spoon when Newt needs a ‘teddy bear’
  • Newt being a surprisingly good cook
  • You becoming the fathers to Newt’s creatures because he had already deemed himself the mummy
  • You teasing Newt for it
  • Newt’s older brother Theseus flirting with you and making Newt insecure
  • You French kissing Newt and letting him know he’s the only man for you
  • Your parents being a bit concerned with all the creatures at first
  • But soon see how much you and Newt love each other
  • Them treating Newt like a son
  • Newt’s parents being thrilled their son had found someone
  • Them being two of the nicest people you have ever met
  • Baby pictures and funny stories of little Newt
  • “Aww you were so cute!”
  • “Am I not cute anymore???” (He was genuinely concerned)
  • “More like sexy.”
  • That really turning Newt on
  • Newt having a habit of hugging you from behind when you’re in the middle of doing something
  • “Newwwt!  My bottle of ink!”
  • “The glass!”
  • “Ouch!  I burned myself on the stove!”
  • “My book!”
  • But you secretly love it when he does that
  • You two spending hours cuddling and enjoying each others company
  • You stealing Newt’s blue coat when you’re cold
  • One time you spent an hour staring at Newt trying to determine if his eyes were blue or green
  • “What on Earth are you doing?”
  • “Trying to figure out if your eyes are sea foam green or cerulean.”
  • “…”
  • You having Newt read new parts of his book to you in bed every night
  • You and Newt honestly being the cutest couple in New York
  • Newt growing really fond of the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair
  • Newt taking you on all his trips with him because one time he left without you and realized that he literally couldn’t survive without you
  • Newt giving you forehead kisses
  • Even if you’re just passing each other in a hallway
  • Having to levitate Newt out of the case when he falls asleep down there
  • The Niffler occasionally escaping from the case and trying to snuggle in bed with you both
  • Newt getting protective
  • “You little bugger!  Have to take everything golden from me, don’t you?”
  • Blushing when he calls you ‘golden’
  • Hugs can last anywhere from five seconds to five minutes
  • Asking Newt why you can’t have a dog but can have potentially lethal beasts in the house
  • “Dogs are a lot of work.”
  • “Newt.” *points around to all the creatures and beasts*
  • “Oh.  Uh.”
  • Newt eventually giving in and lets you get a dog
  • You name him Jacob

Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

anonymous asked:

here's a thought. scream. at this ask at the wall. just scream. kick it, punch it, get all your anger and sadness out. cuz from what I can see, you're bottling it up. and if you do that, you could get even worse. I could be wrong, but I don't think Boris would have wanted you to live the rest of your like moping and mourning him. Do you?

It was almost like he was screaming, yet there was not a sound.

George Weasley x reader Yule Ball

Pairing: George x reader

Warnings: Nah. It’s just fluff

A/N: Hey guys! This is my very first fanfic, hope you guys like it. The fanfic takes place in The Goblet of Fire and feel free to request. For now, I’m only going to accept Fred and George requests. Make sure to vote and requests are open! :^) 

My breath hitched.

My heart beat faster.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped.

There I saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen; The woman I’ve been madly in love with.

(Y/N) was a girl from my year. A girl that I find myself slowly falling for whenever I see a glimpse of her beauty and when I started getting to know who she really is. (Y/N) was sorted into Ravenclaw in our 1st year whilst I was sorted into Gryffindor. At first, I didn’t really care about it because I used to think of her as just another student in Hogwarts when in reality she’s more than that. The day I first talked to her was in the library when I decided to sit next to her whilst she was doing her homework in Transfiguration whilst I do mine. Whilst I was doing my homework, I accidentally nudged the bottle of ink which spilled black ink on her paper. 

“Oh crap! I’m so so sorry” I apologized picking up the bottle and trying my best to stop the ink from going to her parchment paper but, I made it worse.

She sighed. Frustration and anger showed on her face. She looks like she will punch me in the face any second for what I just did.

“I’m very very so-” 

“It’s fine. Just be more careful if you don’t want me to punch you” she said making me chuckle.

“I’m George Weasley” 

“I know. You’re the other half of the Weasley twins famous for your pranks”

“How’d you know? So what do you think about our pranks?” I said. A smirk growing on my face.

“Well, obviously I’ve seen some of your pranks and I can overhear girls blabber on how great you and Fred are and how you guys were a hot piece of meat.” she replied rolling her eyes at the last sentence. “oh and the pranks? I’d say I’m impressed about how you guys could think of such ridiculous pranks and manage to not get caught” she added.

“Right they are,” I said winking making her roll her eyes and laugh.

“What? Don’t you agree with them Ms? what’s your name?” I said.

“My name’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and no, I don’t agree with them” she replied smiling a bit. 

We then continued our conversation; talking about our lives, interests, and sharing lots of banter. This soon develops a close friendship between us despite our differences.

Days, weeks, months, years, have passed. I started to feel something different when I’m with her. My heart beats faster when I stare deep in her (Y/E/C) orbs or by just simply glancing at her. The atmosphere changes whenever we talk to each other–feeling like it’s only the two of us in the room. The sadness I feel whenever she doesn’t go to our meeting spot in the library. 

That’s when I realize

That I’m head over heels for (Y/N).

I fell in love with her personality, her beauty, and her imperfections. Everything about her just seems perfect.

Now fast forward to the present.

The day of our Yule Ball.

I still can’t believe though that I had the balls to ask her out. Although I did say that I’ll only go with her as “friends” since I fear that she finds out I like her and that will ruin our friendship. 

She did say yes so the nervousness kind of lessened. My thoughts were cut off when my eyes laid on a particular person.

My breath hitched.

My heart beat faster.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped.

There I saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen; The woman I’ve been madly in love with. 

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) entered the room. Slowly capturing lots of people’s attention. Men’s eyes were widened and shocked by her beauty whilst some women gave glares and some gave her compliments as she replies a simple nod or a thank you to each of them.

bloody hell, she’s breathtaking. 

As she started walking near me, my eyes locked with hers.

Finally, she stands in front of me with a smile plastered on her face.

Today she looked different–in a good way.

She was wearing a blue, off-shoulder ball gown to represent her house color. She wore light makeup and ditched her eyeglasses. Her (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) was styled into a fancy bun. A few strands were left. (sorry if you have short hair)

“hey,” she said breaking me in my trance.

“why hello m’lady,” I said trying to sound confident as possible to hide my nervousness.

“hello handsome,” she said with the same confidence.

“s-so u-uh want a  d-drink?” I said with my confidence crumbling into pieces.

“Is the George Weasley stuttering? Wow. First time to ever hear you like that” she said chuckling. 

“Oh shut up” I replied laughing as I started to feel my cheeks heat up.

“Sure. I’d love something to drink” she said.

I walked away and when I started blending in the crowd, my speed gradually increased and finally arrived at the table filled with food. I poured wine to two glasses then I felt a weight on my shoulder causing some of the wine to spill.

“Georgie! A beautiful date you got there. Finally got the balls to ask her out, eh?” Fred said

“Oh shut up. I asked her out as ‘friends’” I replied.

Fred groaned and said 

“Merlin’s beard George! You have got to ask her out on an ‘actual’ date before someone does. With that beauty and personality, I’m pretty sure a lot of men are willing to ask her out someday if you won’t ask her” 

Fred’s right. Just when I left grabbing a drink I saw a guy from Durmstrang flirting with her. I felt a sudden wave of pain when I saw this. I’ve always hated that feeling–the jealousy and pain I feel whenever I see her chat with boys and even sometimes she’s oblivious when the guy he’s talking to flirt with her. 

“You’re right, Freddie” I sighed.

“Now don’t just stand here like a wuss! Stop wussing out! Go and get her, Georgie!” Fred said pushing me lightly. 

“Alright, alright, I will,” I said and went back to (Y/N).

I went to her and spotted her by herself. I rushed to her and gave her the glass of wine. She thanked me and took a sip.

The ceremony soon started and soon enough we all started dancing to the music with our partners. The music finally ended and was replaced by a slower one. 

I placed both of my hands on her hips whilst her hands moved to my shoulders. Her touch lingering, sending shivers down my spine and making my heart beat faster. Our foreheads touched as we slowly sway to the music. 

“Had fun tonight?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. 

We continue to dance in an uncomfortable silence.

“Come with me,” I said breaking the ice. 

“Excuse me?”

“Come with me” I repeated.

“To where?”

“Somewhere else,” I said and offered her my hand.

She took it and we both leave the room.

We both ran down the halls of Hogwarts with (Y/N) following behind.

“George slow down! It’s not easy to run with heels you know!” (Y/N) panted.

“Sorry!” I said slowing down my pace.

We then finally arrived at our destination: The Astronomy Tower.

I heard a gasp behind me so I looked at (Y/N)’s astonish face as she slowly walked next to me.

  The view from the Astronomy Tower was fascinating. The moon illuminated in the sky along with the stars and there weren’t many clouds.

I glanced back at (Y/N)  and the first thing that I noticed was how her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Her nose was in a shade of red and so are her cheeks due to the cold breeze. Her skin illuminated in the moonlight. And those lips that are tinted in a light shade of pink. Looked so soft and kissable. 

All I can say is that she’s way more beautiful compared to the view.

“So, why’d you bring me here?” she asked breaking my trance.

That’s when the nervousness came back. The same amount of nervousness when I asked her out to the Yule Ball. What should I do? Should I kiss her already? Should I make a long sweet message? Or should I- Oh no word vomit.

“I l-like y-y-you,” I said.

“What?” She asked in shock.

“I l-l-like y-y-you. I’ve always had. Ever since I spilled ink on your homework. I love everything about you. Your eyes, your hair, your smile, your laugh, and even your imperfection. Basically everything about you. I know this sounds so cheesy and all but a day without you feels blue.” I said.

She stood there. Her cheeks got redder and her smile was gone.

“I know you probably don’t like me back and I’m pretty sure I look like an idiot but I hope this won’t end our friendship” I replied. I felt a tear fell down my cheek and my heart breaking.

Soon enough I was crying. In front of the girl that I love. 

I felt embarrassed and my legs felt week. I fell on my knees as I felt her stare at me.

She came near me and sat next to me. She made me look at me by grabbing my chin with her thumb and index finger. She wiped the tears falling from my face and I felt her forehead against mine.

“I,” she said as she came nearer.

“love,” she said. Our lips centimeters away.

“you” she whispered.

I crashed my lips to her soft ones and it was the best feeling I have ever felt. I finally got to kissed the girl that I love. The kiss was cut off when we heard someone cheered from the back.

“WOOH YEAH GET SOME GEORGIE!” we heard Fred’s voice.

“Oh piss off!” I shouted looking at (Y/N) whose face is red.

“So, date at Three Broomsticks next week?”

“absolutely,” she said.

“best. day. ever” she said.

“not only did I get to wear this beautiful dress and get to kiss you, I get to see you cry too!” she added laughing.

“Oh shut up,” I said and kissed her again.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: New Valentines

By @ijustwalkintomordor

4.1K words, G rated

Scorpius knows his dad is lonely, so he convinces Albus to help set him up with the new smokey-eyed potions professor. If Scorpius has his way theyโ€™ll all have a happy Valentineโ€™s Day.ย 

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What do you do when there’s no bottle to drown in? Some days I feel like an old woman in a young girls body, an imposter in my shell. Some days I feel like a child in an ancient shell, drowning in the creases, too dark to find my way out. Liquid fire, drown my lungs, thoughts clouded by the poison in my blood.
—  Bottled thoughts from another lifetime #112

dickwelt  asked:

What kind of chemistry do you do?

I develop industrial inks and coatings. I basically make the fake leather in your car feel like real leather and I also developed the black ink on the label of your Jack Daniels bottle.

The Quidditch Kiss - Fred Weasley Imagine


can you do one where y/n is at the last quidditch game (against slytherin, if they win they’ll win the cup) and they win. then y/n runs up to the pitch and jumps onto fred, kissing him. then lee yells thru the mic, “another 100 points to gryffindor!!” since finally they kiss and y/n gets really shy and red and it becomes all fluffy ??

•Warning: Jealous and Touchy Fred!•

~(Y/n)’s POV~

I currently sat at Gryffindor table taking a quick bite of my toast before returning to my poster. I was making a poster for the Gryffindor quidditch team and for my boyfriend, Fred Weasley. Me and Fred have been dating for about 3 years coming up to our 4th anniversary tomorrow, it all happened so fast but it was the best four years of my life. We’ve had our ups and downs together, we couldn’t even spend a day without seeing each other but we always made up because that’s how much we love each other. I grabbed a little bottle filled with gold glitter ink and drew a small snitch in the corner of the poster. I felt a hand grab my ass and turned around quickly to see Fred smirking at me “What do you think your doing Mr. Weasley?” I asked pecking him on the lips “Just admiring your beauty as always” he smirked as I returned to my poster. He placed his chin on my shoulder to look at the red and gold poster I have created. “Does it need more glitter?” I asked “I think it looks gorgeous” he replied, I looked at him and found him staring at my breast “Fred! Not my boobs! Look at the poster!” I laughed hitting him on the shoulder. “I think It needs a little more glitter” he whispered.

“Where?” I asked looking at the poster with the glitter bottle in my hand. “Right on the G so everyone will know who your cheering for” he whispered kissing my neck “Fred. We’ve been dating for a while now I’m pretty sure everyone knows who I’m cheering for” I smiled “Some boys don’t get it though” Fred scoffed giving a death glare to the boy that was staring at me. Fred is the jealous type of boyfriend, whenever he saw a guy staring at me he would either grab my arm and pull me away or he would grab my ass and start making out with me roughly. I think it was pretty cute that he acted like that, plus I wasn’t complaining. “What’s wrong?” I asked “it’s that stupid ravenclaw Rogers! He’s always staring at you!” He said angrily “Hey, I’m yours and only yours. I’ll never leave you okay?” I told him cupping his face in my hands “Okay. Can I do the thing?” He asked pouting his bottom lip. I rolled my eyes “Go ahead” Fred smiled widely before jumping on to the table “(Y/n) (Y/l/n) is my girlfriend! So sorry mates! Back the hell off! And if you don’t think she loves me back you should ask her what we did last night!” Fred yelled giving Rogers another death glare.

Everyone in the Great Hall clapped as Fred sat next to me placing a kiss on my cheek “Fred! That last part wasn’t part of the deal!” I laughed shaking my head “what? I’m pretty sure everyone heard you last night anyways” he smirked “Oh my god! Fred! Go! Go to the locker rooms! I’m pretty sure Oliver needs you!” I couldn’t help but smile. “I love you” he whispered “I love you too ginger, now go” I whispered kissing him on the lips. I laughed as Fred blew a kiss at me which I quickly grabbed and placed on my lips.

~The Game~

“WELCOME EVERYONE! TO THE LAST QUIDDITCH GAME OF THE SEASON!” Roared Lee Jordan through his microphone, the stadium was filled with ear-splitting screams and shouts as both teams were announced and took their position on the field. Once the captains shook hands, Madam Hooch stepped on to the field to begin the game. She told everyone the procedures and what’s expected of their behavior, then she threw the quaffle high in the air. “THE QUAFFLE IS UP! THE GAMES BEGIN!” Lee yelled as people screamed at the top of their lungs “SPINNET NOW IN THE POSSESSION OF THE QUAFFLE! PASSES IT TO JOHNSON! SHE HEAD TOWARDS SLYTHERINS SIDE, SHE SHOOTS! SHE SCORES! TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!” Lee screeched jumping up and down. I screamed in excitement and raised my poster even higher “Let’s go Gryffindor!” Most of the stadium chanted jumping high in the air. Everyone was on the edge of their seats for the rest of the game, it was Nerve-racking.

Gryffindor scored, then it was Slytherin, then Gryffindor again, then Slytherin! It kept going on like that until Lee shouted through the microphone again. “OW! FLINT HIT HARD IN THE FACE BY A BULDGER! HOPEFULLY IT BROKE HIS NOSE - JUST KIDDING PROFESSOR! SLYTHERINS SCORE! Oh no.” Lee said nervously. Gryffindor and Slytherin were at a tie right now with 40:40 points, lots of people who were terrified watched as the Gryffindor seeker and the Slytherin seeker chased a small golden ball also known as the golden snitch, just catching it will reward the team 150 points. Everyone gasped as they watched Harry and Malfoy disappear in the clouds above, a few seconds later both of them are coming down slowly. One with their head hung lowly, the other one smiling broadly with his hand held high in the air showing the golden snitch. Guess who caught it? It was Harry, it’s no surprise really. Harry was said to be the youngest and fastest seeker in Hogwarts history. “HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT IT! HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE GOLDEN SNITCH! ONE-HUNDRED AND FIFTY POINTS WILL BE REWARDED TO HIM! GRYFFINDOR WINS THE QUIDDITCH CUP!” Lee shouted making the whole stadium scream and cheer loudly.

I screamed at the top of my lungs and dropped the poster on the floor. I ran past crowds of people and made my way to the field, once I spotted Fred I ran to him as fast as I can. He turned around and quickly caught me in his arms, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and kissed him roughly. He kissed me back with the same amount of passion and lust, it was amazing. “WOAH! ANOTHER 100 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY (Y/n) AND FRED!” Lee shouted as everyone clapped loudly and wolf-whistled. I pulled back my face a little red, whenever me and Fred kissed like only ten people would watch but the whole school was watching. “THANK YOU!” I yelled to Lee as I hide my face in Fred’s neck “Don’t be embarrassed baby, they love you” he chuckled placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Okay! Everyone backup, my girlfriend is getting a bit flustered!” Fred yelled shooing people away. Lots of people went on talking and left the field, however all the Gryffindors went back to the common room to party. Me and Fred sat on the couch tangled in each other’s arms just watching everybody laugh and dance drunkly. “I love you so much” Fred whispered in my ear placing kisses on my temple and my forehead “I love you too” I whispered placing a light kiss on his lips but right when I pulled back, he cupped my face and brought it closer to him. He first placed a kiss on my forehead, then on my nose, then on my lips softly “I - Love - You” Fred said again in between kisses “your drunk” I whispered and smiled. “Maybe. But I still love you.” He grinned “Well, I love you too Weasley” I smiled before resting my head on his chest and just slowly drifting off to sleep.

💕OMG! Thank you Thank you Thank you for 2,000 Followers! I can’t thank you guys enough! But I want to thank all of you who have been with me ever since I started this blog!💕

Donโ€™t you dare let him ruin your favorite song. Do not turn on the radio and when the first note comes out you change it. Scream the lyrics as loud as you can.

Do not let him ruin your favorite panties. The navy blue ones with the white polka dots and the lacy edges. Donโ€™t think of the times heโ€™d run his hand up your thigh and tell you absolute sweet nothing just to make you fall for him. Wear those panties, you spent a little more money on them than you would have ever on a pair of panties.

Do not let him ruin your favorite perfume. Donโ€™t think of the times that his lips were in the crook of your neck taking deep breaths, inhaling every bit of you. Wear that perfume, overdo it. Do whatever the hell you want. But donโ€™t throw that 75 dollar bottle of perfume away.

Do not hate your passenger seat. Do not hate where he stopped you midsentence in the parking lot of a diner to give you a kiss. Do not hate that seat, someone else will sit there and hold your hand and sing along to the radio with you one day.

Keep your head held high, baby girl. It takes time. Do not hate these things, they are what are YOURS. Not HIS.

Attention [Sinbad X Dragon-Human! Reader]

Sometimes you hated the duties of a queen, main reason being, was the paperwork. Unlike, your slightly childish husband, Sinbad, you always got your work done instead of having poor Ja’far deal with it. You went as far as to take some of Sinbad’s paperwork to do yourself, knowing he wouldn’t get it done since he had everything else to deal with around the island.

You heard the door open to your office open but didn’t bother looking up, thinking it was Ja’far here to drop off more paperwork. In seconds, you could tell it was Sinbad because of his alcoholic scent and he knew, you knew, it was him.

“(Y/n)….*poke*…….(Y/n)…*poke*” Sinbad wined and continued poking you. He stayed in the same place for a minute before starting to poke you all over and it was getting on your nerves.

“Sin, stop.” You growled and he poked you again.

“I’m not going to stop poking until you give me some attention.” He demanded. You put the pen in the ink bottle then turned towards your mate.

“Did you finish doing your work?” You asked. Sinbad looked at you innocently, and you already knew the answer. “Then you’re not getting any attention.” You turned back to the papers, only to have Sinbad pull the chair away from the table.

“I’m kidding, I finished I promise.” You looked the king in the eyes and you could tell he was telling the truth.

“Fine, what do you want?” Sinbad grinned and picked up you, throwing you over his shoulders. “Sin!? What the hell are you doing?!” Your question was soon answered when he arrived at your shared bedroom.

“I’m getting the attention I desire.”

anonymous asked:

Should I buy the TWSBI Eco in EF or save up for the super thin Pilot Vanishing Point? I can't decide! A thin line is a must for me, and I don't have any bottled ink at the moment so if I buy the TWSBI I'd have to buy some ink as well. I just don't know what to do! What do you reckon? :D

Hmm. This one is tough. Generally speaking you can buy a TWSBI Eco for about $30 and a Vanishing Point for about $150, so that’s five Ecos before you get into VP price range. An Eco certainly has a nice Extra Fine nib, but it’s definitely not the same thin line as the VP. Have you ever used a fountain pen before? If this would be your first pen I would go with the Eco, you’ll want to get a feel for writing with an extra fine nib and bottled ink and if you like it then I’d start saving up for the VP. The VP has a gold nib, and while it is fine to jump right in with a gold nib, some people prefer to start with steel nibs first and work their way up. Hope this helps! Message me if you want to talk more!


Series: Soul Eater
Main pairing: Soma
Genre: Romance, humor
Setting: AU: Soul Mates
Rating: T
Type: Multi-Chapter.
Read on: FF.net., Ao3
Read other chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven

Synopsis: In which the first sentence your soul mate will speak to you appears tattooed on your skin once you turn 18, and Maka discovers that not every sentence is romantic. (based off of this post)

A/N: (Edited)
Since itโ€™s been almost a year since I published this, I decided to go back and edit it since I wasnโ€™t very happy with it. Iโ€™m also adding to this for SOMA week 2016, so there should be eleven chapters total by the end of it!

Watch where youโ€™re going, Tiny Tits.

Maka stares at the words printed on her wrist in complete and total horror.

โ€œThis is not happening,โ€ she whispers. She tears her comforter off of her, sprinting to the bathroom. โ€œThis is not. Happening.โ€

She hunches over the sink, pouring half of a bottle of soap on a loofah and nearly screaming as she begins scrubbing.ย 

She accomplishes nothing.ย 

Well, almost nothing โ€“ sheโ€™s managed to give herself a raw and bright red wrist first thing in the morning. But as she stares at the tiny, six-letter Sentence written on her left wrist, she refuses to believe that this is happening to her.

There is no way that Maka Albarnโ€™s soul mateโ€™s first words to her will be โ€œwatch where youโ€™re going, Tiny Titsโ€.ย 

Nope. Thereโ€™s no way she will let that happen. And thereโ€™s no way in Hellย she will be seen in public with those words written on her wrist.ย 

This is unacceptable, and Maka is furious.

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darvolia  asked:

- She is sitting front of her last victim, who freed her from the Ink Bottle - Hahah. What a fool... - She's watching the dead body - That's why I love this place in the recent AND present. - spooky laugh - What should I do with you, Buddy? You don't fit into the bottle, like me. - grin - But we can do a try later. - stands up and tries to walk awkwardly - Oh-uh... it's... it's so... strange. - stops suddenly when she notice someone - Uhm. Hey? Who's there?

*looks at her, then looks at the floor, and then looks at the demon again, pointing at the corpse* Madam, you have lefted a body in the floor.

โ€œWhat do you do when the person you love doesnโ€™t love you back?โ€ She asked. She was holding a burning cigarette in her fingers, and she tilted back a bottle of wine.
โ€œYou keep loving them.โ€ I said. โ€œBecause love is like a disease. You donโ€™t get to decide when to stop. You donโ€™t get to make that choice.โ€

I knew she was thinking about him. But I was thinking about her. And my disease was terminal. The worst part? I knew she wouldnโ€™t be at my death bed.

—  excerpt from a book i’ll never write // whenpoetsbleed
Happy Little Clouds

Request: Then maybe where y/n is painting and then Jack comes and tries to ruin everything? (lots of fluff pleaseeee) :3

A/n- I’m really glad it was an art related request bc I’m an art ho and actually have some knowledge of that kinda of stuff. Unfortunately, I don’t really know that much about Jack, but I bingewatched some videos so hopefully this isn’t too bad. My writing as been progressively getting worse so I’m sorry if this isn’t what you’d hoped.

Art is expression. Art is work. It’s is a versatile interest that spans class and country better than most hobbies. While you can spend thousands on supplies from oil paints to conte, Bristol to newsprint; you can do with just a pencil, paper, and an open mind.

As you sat at your desk, multimedia paper frog-taped to a small length of drawing board to keep it flat, you could feel a wave of pure serenity fall over you. This piece was just for you. Not for an art teacher or exhibit. There wouldn’t be a crit. This was your journey and yours alone.

You dipped a fan brush into the well of light pink acrylic paint, figuring pink clouds would be more fun than white. As you began to dab at the paper, you heard the door creak open.

“Oh, well what’s this?” Sean asked, coming up behind you to look over your shoulder. “Well, if that ain’t the loveliest fuckin sunset I’ve ever seen-”

“Oh no!” you cut him off, blocking the paper with your arms, “Don’t even try it!” 

He acted hurt. “What? I wasn’t going to do nothin!”

You turned to him, pursing your lips with eyebrows raised.

“That was one time!” he conceded.

“Sean, I literally told you ‘This is India ink. Be super careful because it goes a long way and there’s no covering it up with acrylic’ but what did you do? You picked up the uncapped bottle sideways and spilled it all over me and the painting I was doing for my show. I’m sorry if I don’t trust you after that,” you side eyed him.

He stepped next to you, one hand leaning on the desk while the other quickly snatched a flat brush. He examined it as much as one can examine a paintbrush. “Oh, c’mon, y/n. I just wanted you to show me your godly ways when it comes to art!”

You moved to take the palette but quick as a flash he dipped the brush up to the metal in deep purple.

“Sean…” you trailed off. He was now a threat. There was no way you could carefully untape the paper and run off with it before he did anything stupid.

“What?” he sounded offended. “I promise I won’t paint on your painting.”

You were slightly taken aback though you felt yourself relax, not having realized how tense he made you. You knew he hardly ever made promises so he could be trusted.

He rushed the next sentence. “But I’ll sure as fuck paint you,” he swiped the brush across your chin with a cheeky grin.

“Sean!” you grabbed a round brush, loading it with blue before standing up to face him. He backed away into the middle of the room where and empty space made a perfect place for a duel. You approached him warily, stopping two paces from him. You both held your brushes like swords waiting for the other to strike.

You made the first move, swinging wildly in the direction of his neck. He sidestepped and grabbed your arm, pulling you into him. You struggled to free your sword-hand while he bopped you on the nose with purple paint.

You stopped fighting and gave him a simmering bitch face. As soon as his grip loosened, you pulled away and managed to catch him on the cheek.

You both jumped back. Sean nodded in approval. “Just about even now, are we?”

You feigned surprise, filling your voice with concern. “Oh my God! Sean, it’s on your mouth! You can’t ingest this, it’s toxic!” He looked incredibly confused as you stepped forward and cupped his face in your hand. Before he could react, you used the remaining paint on the brush to color the rest of his cheek. 

“Now we’re even,” you said, throwing your hands up in mock surrender.

“You motherfucker! You got me!” he tapped his fingers against his cheek and checked to see how much paint came off. “Alright, let’s be done before we make a mess. We should probably get cleaned up.”

“I don’t know. You look quite manly in that paint. It really highlights your cheekbones. I knew you’d look good in blue,” you pretended to admire your work.

Sean shrugged in response. “Well, I always told you purple was your color.”

“Maybe I’ll just have to get this tattooed on my face.” 

He licked his thumb and started to clean the paint off your nose. “Why ruin such a pretty face with an amateur’s first work? The next one will be much better…”

Things To Know Before Getting Inked

I’ve been getting some questions recently about my tattoos and advice that I have for people getting their first tattoo, so I figured I’d break it down for you guys! 

  • Learn how to cover the tattoo (in case you ever need to). There are many, many products that claim to cover a tattoo, so I suggest doing some online research before choosing a product that will fully conceal your ink. 
  • Do your research on the tattooing process. Know what will happen before, during, and after the tattoo. Make sure you are aware of what is going to happen, and the different steps to applying a solid tattoo. 
  • Eat before your tattoo appointment! This will prevent you from possibly fainting/passing out during the tattoo. It also may help to bring a bottle of water.
  • Bring distractions. You are less likely to be able to sit through your first tattoo if you are sitting there focusing on how badly it hurts. A book or an iPod can be a miracle in these situations. 
  • Pack snacks, a phone charger, and cash. You may want to take a break somewhere in the session, and that will give you an opportunity to charge your phone if you’ve been using it to distract yourself. Bring cash to tip your artist (tips can range between 15%-25% usually). 
  • Dress comfortably. Don’t go in a super nice maxi dress, or tight clothing. Don’t go in baggy clothes either, obviously; but wear something you’re going to be okay sitting in for hours. 
  • Look up tattoo shop etiquette. If you’ve never been in a shop before, chances are you probably don’t know how to act in one. Do some research and familiarize yourself with the typical environment you’re going to be in, and if possible, visit the shop beforehand and get the feel of things. 

Hope I answered any questions. Thanks!

I Fell In Love With The Guy At The Rock Show

A/N: Someone pretty much begged me to do another punk fic and then I had this really awesome idea and I had to write it straight away. Worked hard on this so I really hope itโ€™s okay! Also if you know the title inspirationโ€ฆI love you.

Title: I Fell In Love With The Guy At The Rock Show

Genre: Punk!Dan/Romance/AU

Warnings: mentions of suicide, alcohol, anxiety, drugs and swearing.

Description: Phil is saved from a mosh pit by a man whose life is written on his pale skinned arms in a swirl of deep blacks and rainbows. And he just had to get to know him.

Word Count: 3300

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Move A Mountainย add-onsย  โ†’ย ย #eternalmam
ย โ†ณย polaroids

โ–บ Christian Walz - Wonderchild

Stiles used to think Laura was exaggerating when calling Derek a dinosaur, but that was before she asked him to buy a new camera and he came back with a Polaroid.ย 

Derek doesnโ€™t see the problem. It does the jobโ€”it takes picturesโ€”and you only need to wait a couple of seconds before getting the pictures printed. Laura complains about not being able to edit them or get copies or the quality, but Derek just shrugs. He doesnโ€™t approve of Erica teaching his sister how to โ€œcheatโ€ using Photoshop and insists that itโ€™s much more practical to just stick the pictures on the board in the office right away.

To support his boyfriend Stiles snaps a picture of Derek bending over one of the bikes in the garage the same afternoon and puts it up next to Derekโ€™s schedule. It stays up.

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Calum Hood- Tattoo

Request: can you do like a Cal smut where he’s a tattoo artist and you get a tattoo by your boobs and he gets really turned on and ends up banging you in the tattoo shop or something like that

Hope you guys like it! :)


The bell dinged as I walked into the familiar tattoo parlor. The same tattoo place that I’ve gotten all my tattoos and piercings done, but I don’t have many tattoos or piercing for that matter. I have a few tattoos on my both my arms and a couple on my back, but that’s it. The worker at the cash register smirked at me, “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, is John here? I have an appointment for a tattoo and he usually does them.”

“Sorry, he’s out for the rest of the day. But I’m a tattoo artist, so I can do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, no one else is here, it’s no problem at all.” He walked out from behind the register and I couldn’t help but stare. A grey beanie sat on his head, his black hair poking through. His black shirt matched his black jeans and converse. Wow, he must be new here. I would definitely remember someone like him. He was tall and his dark eyes were mesmerizing. “You just have to fill out some forms.” His voice broke my thoughts. He handed me a clipboard and I shook my head before taking it from my hands. I sat down on the couch as he went behind the register once again.

“You must be new.” I said and began to fill out the form.

“I started a couple months ago.” He said, “My name is Calum.”

“I’m Y/N. I come here a lot.”

“Oh, you’re Y/N? John was saying you were coming in soon, but I didn’t really pay attention to what he said you wanted done.”

“I want something done on my chest area.”

“O-okay.” His voice cracked a bit and I held back a laugh.

I signed the bottom of the paper and walked over to Calum and handed it to him, “Here you go.”

He took it and looked it over, “Alright, come with me.” He began to walk towards the back of the parlor where the tattoo and piercing rooms are held. The tattoo rooms are on the right and the piercings are on the left. We walked a few doors down before we walked into a room on the right. “Sit down, I’ll be right back.”

I nodded and sat down in the chair and sat back waiting for Calum to return. I hope he knows what he’s doing because I’m not used to having someone else do my tattoos. Calum returned minutes later with a few bottles of ink and some latex gloves. He pushed his chair closed to me and he sat down, slipping the gloves on.

“Okay, do you have a picture of what you want?” He asked.

I reached into my pocked and pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

He unfolded it and smiled, “I stand for something. I like it.”

“It’s one of my favorite lyrics.”

“A Day To Remember?”

I smiled and nodded, “Yeah.”

“Awesome. So where do you want it?”

I leaned forward a bit and reached out and took my shirt off. I threw it on the ground and then reached behind me and unclipped my bra. I watched his eyes widen and my bra fell to the ground, revealing my breasts. “I want it right under my left breast.”

He cleared his throat, “Okay. Do you want to hold it up or-“

“You can do that if you want.” I interrupted him.

He nodded, “Okay.” He flattened out the paper onto his little desk and looked over it a couple more times. His eyes glanced over to my breasts every once in a while and I couldn’t help but smirk. He then picked up the needle before facing me and grabbing hold of my breast. I bit my tongue to suppress my moans and he held it tightly. He put the needle down and grabbed a sanitary wiped and wiped the skin under my breast. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply as I leaned my head back against the chair. His touch ignited a fire inside of me and I had to fight off the moans that threatened to spill from my mouth. I suddenly pictured him on top of me, pounding in and out of me. I squeezed my thighs shut and mentally moaned at the thought.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“What? Yeah I’m fine.” I lifted my head up.

“You just moaned.”

“I-I did?”

He chuckled and nodded, “Yeah.”

“Oh um…sorry.”

He turned off the needle and removed his hand from my breast and I mentally whimpered at the loss of touch. He set the needle down and took his gloves off. I gulped and leaned back in my chair as he turned his body towards mine. “You don’t need to apologize. I can help you take care of that.”

“W-what?” I stuttered.

“I said,” He pushed my legs apart, “I can take care of that.” He walked directly in front of me and then knelt down. He reached up and unbuttoned my pants. My breathing hitched as he dragged my jeans down my legs painfully slow.

“What if someone walks in?” I asked.

“No one else is here, don’t worry. Just relax.” He grazed his finger over the soft material of my underwear. Usually, I would be punching a guy in the face if he touched me like this. But something about him makes me want him. Makes me need him. I want this so bad. Calum slowly slid my panties down legs, leaving me completely nude. His eyes flickered up to mine and I nodded, encouraging him to go on. He looked back down at my throbbing core and slipped a finger between my folds. I shuddered at his touch and he repeated his actions, sliding his fingers up and down my core.

“Stop teasing.” I said through gritted teeth.

He chuckled and pulled his fingers away. I was about to tell him to do something when I felt his lips attach to my clit. I moaned and threw my head back in the chair. His tongue slid up and down my core before dipping in and out of me at a fast rate. He sucked harshly on my clit while his tongue worked its magic. The feeling was sensational; indescribable. This isn’t the first time I’ve been eaten out, but it sure is the best. I reached down and gripped my fingers in Calum’s hair which caused him to let out a deep, throaty moan. The vibrations of his voice made my legs shake with pleasure. I moaned loudly as I felt myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. I bucked my hips up, but Calum used his free hand to pin me down to the chair. I started whimpered, muttering out random words that probably don’t even make any sense. He sucked harder and hummed against me causing me to cry out. I was on the brink of my orgasm just as Calum hummed one more time. I came undone, screaming out Calum’s name and arching my back off the chair. He sucked hard on my clit one final time before pulling away from my heat. I was still breathing heavily trying to catch my breath.

He wiped his mouth and stood up and he walked towards me. I sat up and grabbed the belt buckle on his jeans and started to undo them. Once I pulled his belt off, I pulled his pants down his legs, his member springing out. He slipped his shirt off his head and threw it somewhere on the ground. His tip was red and a few drop of pre-cum leaking out of it. I grabbed hold of it and started stroking him up and down at a slow pace. He groaned and slumped his shoulder back a bit. I leaned forward and liked his tip, swallowing his pre-cum. I put more of him in my mouth and began to bob my head up and down. He opened his mouth and let his head fall back in pleasure. I pumped what couldn’t fit in my mouth with my hand while my other had reached down and cupped his balls. He hissed at my touch, but I took it as a sign to go faster. So I did.

“Christ, Y/N.” He hissed, “Stop.”

I pulled back and looked up at him with confusion. Was I doing something wrong?

He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, “You were doing fine, don’t worry. I’m just not going to last very long.”

I chuckled, “Oh.”

He kicked his pants off his legs and then walked over to a drawer and pulled out a condom. I lifted an eyebrow in curiosity and he chuckled, “Don’t worry, it’s not mine.”

“So, people have had sex in this chair before?” I asked.

“Not this one. The one next to this one.” He said and opened the packet.

“Okay then.”

He walked over to me and stepped over the chair so he was hovering over me. He rolled the condom onto his member and then he leaned down and aligned himself up with my entrance. “Ready?” He asked.

I nodded eagerly and then he pushed himself inside me very slowly. I moaned and let out a deep breath and let myself fall back onto the chair. He eased out of me, but then slammed back into me. He started a rhythm and I felt the familiar feeling start to rise in the pit of my stomach. He mumbled a few words I couldn’t comprehend as he pounded in and out of me. He reached down and lifted my leg over his shoulder. The new angle make me cry out in pleasure as his tip brushed against my spot over and over again.

“God, are- ah, are you close?” Calum asked between moans.

I nodded. I was so close to my second orgasm, but not quite over the edge yet. He reached down and began to rub circles on my clit and I hissed in response. I lifted my hips off the chair and started to meet Calum’s thrusts with mine. Eventually, the pleasure became too much and I was sent over the edge. I screamed and reached up and scraped my nails down Calum’s back. He kept slamming in and out of me until he stilled and his legs shook. His head tiled back in pleasure and he let out a loud sigh in relief. He collapsed on top of me as we both fought to catch our breath. After a few minutes, he stood up and threw the condom out in the garbage. I lifted myself up on my elbows, “So should I put my pants on for the tattoo or keep them off?”

“Well, if you put them back on, then we won’t be able to do a round 2.”

- Brooke XD

hey you, yeah the beautiful you—

Title: hey you, yeah the beautiful you (#002)
Pairing: Wonwoo/Mingyu (Meanie), side Seungcheol/Jihoon (Jicheol)
Words: 4,508 words
Notes: also know as that florist and tattoo artist au that no one asked for and is terribly written. it started as a whim back in september and it grew to be 4k words long. wtf but yeah. i had no idea how to end it so itโ€™s abrupt and awkward and weird but yeah. unbeta-ed piece of writing but i hope you will enjoy/enjoyed it. ย 

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