what do you do without this in your life though

✰ * º ❛ you’re the worst sentence starters. ❜

‘  who knows their own address?  ’
‘  are we feminists? is this feminism?  ’
‘  i’m not a sidekick! i’m beyonce, not kelly rowland.  ’
‘  your cockaholism may just be about the least important thing in the world to me right now.  ’
‘  i wouldn’t call 10 a.m. ‘really early’.  ’
‘  cool! let’s add cocaine to the butt stuff.  ’
‘  you can’t leave! i love you!  ’
‘  do you even know what love means?  ’
‘  now go make me some bagel bites.  ’
‘  love isn’t about having somebody get you things. love is putting someone else’s feelings above your own. do you think you could ever do that? honestly?  ’
‘  do i look like a fitbit? i don’t give a shit about your sleep.  ’
‘  why are you yelling at me? what are you doing in my house?  ’
‘  i need you to act like a human person and pick up your damn phone when i call your skank ass!  ’
‘  you know, after i cleaned the fries off your face and put you to bed, you said something to me that was pretty dark.  ’
‘  did you wear your booby shirt?  ’
‘  if i don’t get a night off soon, i think my liver is gonna slide out of my body.  ’
‘  i’m peeing blood and i briefly forgot the word for telephone.  ’
‘  you’re right. she’s gonna hate me.  ’
‘  you think i’m an unfriendly treacherous mountain?  ’
‘  we’re adults! we can do this ourselves.  ’
‘  you’re losing your hair.  ’
‘  practicing what? dying alone?  ’
‘  i told the spice girls i was dying in order to get free concert tickets.  ’
‘  i learned blue balls were a myth when i was 12.  ’
‘  i’m not much of a cleaner.  ’
‘  you’re not much of a human!  ’
‘  did you slither out of your mothers cooch yesterday?  ’
‘  i can’t believe i finally made a new friend and i tried to bang her the first time we hung out.  ’
‘  no offense, but you’re kind of making my skin crawl.  ’
‘  i’m not comfortable about feelings.  ’
‘  aren’t we lucky we’re both in professions where we can day drink?  ’
‘  i’m glad this is a one-night thing so we can reveal all this awful shit about ourselves.  ’
‘  what do you mean you watch tv on your computer?  ’
‘  i don’t know what i’m doing here. i’m not even attracted to you.  ’
‘  you two are poison people. this is gonna end so badly.  ’
‘  if you wanna go, just go.  ’
‘  why can’t you just let this be over?  ’
‘  you and i, we’re inevitable.  ’
‘  move in with me.  ’
‘  i just humiliated myself by accepting your non-marriage proposal, i cannot now move in with you.  ’
‘  you’re just doing this as a hail mary because you know you’re about to lose me for good.  ’
‘  what i have finally realized is that the worst possible draft of my life is the one without you in it. i hate it, but you goddamn floor me.  ’
‘  oh shit… we’re gonna do this even though we know there is only one way this ends. whether in a week or twenty years, there is horrible sadness and pain coming in and we’re inviting it.  ’
‘  she stayed! you say she forced you, but we both know there’s not a person on this planet who’s ever had a good outcome trying to force you to do anything. she stayed and that means something whether you wanna admit it or not.  ’
‘  i’m not doing anything… i’m crying in my car.  ’
‘  don’t start keeping secrets now.  ’
‘  the only thing i need from you is to not make a big deal with it and be okay with how i am and the fact that you can’t fix me.  ’
‘  no, i’m mad at you because you think you can fix me! you can’t fix me! i don’t need to be fixed!  ’
‘  it’s like you have amnesia. every day you think things are gonna be different.  ’
‘  maybe you can understand this: i feel nothing.  ’
‘  i’ll be back in a couple of days.  ’
‘  you stayed? …you stayed!  ’
‘  you just said ‘boyfriend.’  ’
‘  i understand that my actions could lead you to feel a bit unwelcome and i’ll work on not being such a control freak.  ’
‘  i’m done comparing this to what normal people do.  ’
‘  normal people are terrible.  ’
‘  when i look at you, i swear i can see years years into the future with you.  ’
‘  …i love you too.  ’
‘  i’ve just heard that you’re the worst.  ’
‘  i tricked him into giving me back rubs, saying it made me horny.  ’
‘  obviously, i thought it was, like, boring as shit.  ’
‘  clearly you used to jack off to hemingway in high school.  ’
‘  i’m an irresponsible monster who burned down her apartment with a vibrator.  ’
‘  if there is even a remote possibility of breakfast and you don’t wake me up, i will never touch your dick again with any part of my body.  ’
‘  jokes on you, dummy, i’m already horny.  ’
‘  oh my god! that is so sexist and mansplain-y.  ’
‘  if ‘i love you’ is like a promise, it’s just a promise to try real hard. doesn’t mean you can’t fail.  ’
‘  i shit myself earlier and that is only the second most embarrassing thing that has happened to me today.  ’
‘  you knew who i was, you don’t get to act surprised now.  ’
‘  bam! carpe those diems!  ’
‘  i have to gone girl myself and start over where nobody knows me.  ’
‘  i’m going to have a baby.  ’
‘  i just want my kids to be sad when i die.  ’
‘  i didn’t want to kill him. i just snapped!  ’
‘  i feel guilty because of how much he suffered… and because you stabbed him on purpose.  ’
‘  you’re so getting murdered.  ’
‘  i can’t tell him my brain is broken.  ’
‘  don’t stalk me again because you suck at it.  ’
‘  back off, bitch.  ’
‘  don’t go.  ’
‘  i got your back, always.  ’
‘  you might not be useful in the radish sense, but you’re a good friend and you make people happy.  ’
‘  when i get back, you’re going to take me to a real bar and feed me cheap whiskey until i forget about that time i stopped being able to have sex with my boyfriend ever again because he took me to a bar that only served water!  ’
‘  so, would you say it’s a… problem-free philosophy? it’s like… no worries for the rest of your days?  ’
‘  did you just quote the lion king to me?  ’
‘  hey, um, so listen… i think you’re funny and cute and i’d like to take you on  a date with me for a date.  ’
‘  why did you put a murder tour on your list?  ’
‘  you even quit a rewards club because you couldn’t handle the commitment.  ’
‘  wear your stains on the outsides of your clothes.  ’
‘  see? dogs eat nachos.  ’
‘  hey, that’s your best garbage bag. you going somewhere?  ’
‘  i’ll be out by the time you get back. have fun, you deserve it… whoever she is.  ’
‘  red licorice vodka?  ’
‘  send money, loser!  ’
‘  and you date him… willingly.  ’
‘  my heart is a dumb dumb.  ’
‘  i’ve always been able to flip myself back over eventually, but… i ran out of times. this is how i am now and it’s not okay with you, nor should it be.  ’
‘  i suppose it’s good that this happened now, instead of like, ten years down the line.  ’
‘  the world is absolutely lousy with people and i hate them all. i hate everyone but you.  ’
‘  what the hell is wrong with us?  ’
‘  let’s make a pact never to feel anything around each other ever again.  ’
‘   i’ve never eaten a blueberry.  ’
‘   i’ve always had one foot out the door. with everything. especially with us.  ’
‘   so, you might just suddenly bounce out of here?  ’
‘  can we just… bail?  ’
‘  you’ve had a little too much to drink, didn’t you, buddy?  ’

okay but what nobody tells you is that the symptoms of trauma keep changing as you go on, at first it might be just you refusing to think about certain things and feeling numb and dissociated and have a strong need to avoid certain issues and turn your head away and refuse to consider certain things or dismiss certain topics as if there’s nothing to talk about, and then there might be flashbacks and pieces of memories coming back and then you desperately try to push further into denial and forget because the mere possibility that those memories are real is too terrifying and nobody would believe you and there’s just no way to deal and make things right and it’s even hard to accept that for a part of your life you were ignorant and wrong of certain things and maybe you even told some really awful things to others that you believed were true and you feel guilty and then there can be entire storm of panic attacks and nightmares and shaking and re-living it over and over again, you could be getting triggered by anything and unable to feel safe or okay even for a second, there might be outbursts of anger and grief, your body might start hurting in certain areas, you might start experiencing pain and symptoms you didn’t feel during the original trauma, you might have lived your entire life feeling nothing but suddenly it’s a burst of pain and fear, you might have been feeling detached from your body and like it’s not even yours and sudden bursts of pain might remind you what was done to it and why it’s so hard to bear the thought that you still live in the body that was done to, you might have been living your life under secret rules that you didn’t even realize were there, you might have been stopping yourself from doing certain things without understanding why, just felt that doing those would be very very bad and wrong and dangerous, you might have always been alert to other’s feelings and opinions as if their thoughts can destroy you but not understanding why and worrying you’re too sensitive, you might have been living a life filled with obsessions and weird fixations that felt just normal to you at the time but looking back you now realized you were doing all that you could to distract yourself from the pain, you might have been feeling empty and senseless and like you’re a mistake and your life is a failure even though you couldn’t pinpoint just what did you do wrong and nothing made any sense whatsoever but it was all somehow your fault, you might have been feeling incredibly ashamed of certain things without managing to pinpoint why and just felt like something about you was awful and disgusting, you might have struggled getting how certain people can act the way they do and how are others able of functioning in the ways you can’t, you might have felt like you were lacking in something without being able to explain it, you might have fought for certain things without understanding why you felt so strongly about them, your moods might have been going crazy because of triggers you never realize were triggers, you might be desperate for a while for someone to help you direct and manage your life, or you might be desperate for your own control over your life, realizing you never had any before.

Even if some of those are subtle, all of these are signs of trauma, if you are not feeling the full cptsd symptoms right now it doesn’t mean you’re not traumatized, any of these is worth looking into your life and taking the time to figure out just what happened to you.

I Never Planned on You: Tom Holland

tom holland x reader

A/N: I’m sorry, i feel like this was really crappy :-( this isn’t part of my broadway!tom series, it just happens to be v similar 

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Question can you do another Tom Holland imagine where the reader is on tour with newsies and lands a role on civil war so when filming wraps up in Georgia the civil war cast go and see the reader perform on newsies and Tom falls in love with her

Words: 2000+

Warnings: does poor character development count???

summary: your relationship with Tom only comes to light when he comes to see one of your performances on Broadway

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It had been a long journey to the big screen, and you couldn’t quite believe how lucky you’d been to make it this far.

It was stressful at first, the juggling of auditions and performances every night. It had been months of self-taping audition cuts between matinee and evening shows as your fellow cast members watched from behind the makeshift tripod, cheering you on silently.

The call came in late May. Someone from Marvel had finally seen all of the videos you’d been sending for the past three months and asked you to fly to Georgia for two days to screen test with some of the actors the film.

Your decision was an easy one; all you had to do was send in your two-weeks-in-advance notice stating that you’d be gone for three days at the most, and then you found yourself in Atlanta, caught in a whirlwind of new people to meet and new lines to read.

That was the beginning of the end, you supposed. You used to just be the girl who ended up on Broadway, performing for nearly-full houses eight times a week, which you weren’t complaining about, but if you were being completely honest with yourself, you couldn’t imagine was the end of the line for you.

You had barely touched back down in JFK two days later when they called you again to let you know that you’d gotten the part, and can you start next week? And of course you said yes. How could you not? It was a minor role, but it was just the tip of the iceberg that was your future. In a span of a few short days, you had gone from the small town girl on a big city stage to a small town girl who’d soon grace movie screens across the globe.

The hard part was leaving your home behind. You’d lived in New York for four years; your parents had moved the family up to the city when you were fifteen and had booked your first show on Broadway. You spent most of your teen years busy with never-ending rehearsals and homeschooling in between.

When the show closed only months after its opening, you were fortunate enough to already have something else lined up, and from then on, you spent your time building quite an impressive resume. Four Broadway shows and three Off-Broadway were definitely worth noting, especially at your age.

When you were eighteen, desperate to feel a sense of independence, you went on the hunt for a new apartment and a couple of roommates. From there, you found Anna and Sam, two of the sweetest, most supportive girls you’d ever met, and you couldn’t be more grateful to have them in your life.

Six months ago, you booked the role of Katherine Plumber in Newsies, your first lead role, and it had, thus far, been the best six months of your life. You loved your co-workers, and you loved that you were able to do what you loved eight times a week.

That was why leaving was so hard. It was only two months, tops, but it would be two long months without the people you loved most in a city where you knew nobody, doing something you had never done before.

You had quite the send-off, though. Anna and Sam, along with your wonderful parents, surprised you with a party full of everyone you loved, which meant the little rooftop garden on top of your building was full of cast members, crew, close friends, and your immediate family, including your brother who’d come back from teaching in Korea just to celebrate you.

You complained at first, said it was too much for a two month endeavor, but everyone insisted that it was a momentous occasion (though you knew Sam would’ve made any excuse to use the rooftop garden for a party). The night ended with teary eyes and long, tight hugs all the way around and strict instructions from your show’s producer to come back home whenever you missed Katherine too much.

The next day, your roommates and your family accompanied you to the airport, all getting out to say goodbye and wish you luck on your new adventures.

“So. This is it then, huh kiddo?” your brother asked, smiling softly as he wrapped an arm around you.

“Guess so. I still can’t believe this is happening. I feel like my life is actually about to start,” you mused, leaning into his body.

“You know we’re so, so proud of you, don’t you, sweetie?” your mom asked with a watery smile.


“Aw, mom! You’re gonna make me start crying again,” you pouted teasingly.

“She’s right, Y/N. We can’t wait to see where this movie takes you. We’ve always knew you would go so far,” your dad smiled, reaching over to rub your shoulder.

“Thanks, guys. It’s just gonna be so weird being away from home for so long. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you guys.”

“You’re gonna go be a star, just like we always knew you were, alright Y/N? We’re sad that you’re leaving, but it’s only two months! We’re all just a phone call away, and you know you can always come home when you need us,” Anna grinned, pulling you to her and into a hug.

“I love you guys,” you mumbled into her sweatshirt.

“We love you too, Y/N. Now get out of here or you’ll miss your flight!” Sam giggled, hugging you when Anna released you from her tight grip.

You hugged the rest of your family with one last goodbye, then turned to security, getting in line before turning back around to send one more teary wave back to your family.

When you arrived in Atlanta, you were catapulted straight into shooting and nonstop work that you barely had any time to think about how much you missed home. In the rare moments that you did, though, you found solace in your young costar, Tom Holland.

You knew he was like you, that he’d started in the show business at a much younger age than you, and therefore he’d know what it was like to have a spotlight on you at all times. He also knew how hard it was to be away from home. He was from England, much farther than Manhattan, and you had to wonder how he was able to cope with being so far away from his family for so long.

He was good at taking your mind off of the matters that plagued your thoughts, like whether or not everyone was missing you, or how your replacement was doing in Newsies so far, or if your brother was alright, all by himself in Korea. With a quick wit and a natural inclination for humor, he was your beacon of light through your stressful times.

You’d finished filming much earlier than him; his role was a bit bigger than yours- who knew Spider-Man would be such an integral part to the story!- so he had another few weeks before he was done, and then the filmed bits would be off to be put together into a coherent story.

He’d gone to see you off at the airport the morning after you’d finished filming, sending you off with a big hug and a promise to come visit before he had to go back to London.

It was three months after you’d gotten back You were twenty now, and back at Newsies, playing the role you loved and missed so much. Backstage was chaotic, as it usually was at half hour, but you sat in your cozy dressing room, the eye of the hurricane, listening to Bing Crosby croon from the speakers of your vintage turntable as you prepared for the show.

You were always one to prepare early; you firmly believed that the earlier you got in costume, the more time you’d have to get in character. You breathed deeply, your essential oil diffuser letting out puffs of lavender-scented mist as you leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes for a moment of deep relaxation, one of the last moments you’d get before your fellow cast members started flocking to your room for last minute snacks or lozenges or cups of tea before the show began.

When the show began thirty minutes later, you got lost in the magic of the show, for once not worrying about what the audience thought of you. The stage lights did a great job of blocking the house from view, anyway. It wasn’t until intermission that you learned exactly who was sitting in the front row that night.

“Hey, did you see your friend out there?” Ben, one of the younger guys, asked, taking a long pull from his water bottle.

“Huh? Which friend?” you asked, distracted. You were trying to get the pin right on your skirt so it would hold the bottom up during your upcoming tap number.

“Oh yeah, that guy! The one you were filming with when you left us earlier this year,” Sky explained, stretching his leg out above his head.

“What? Who is it?” you asked, interest piqued. It could’ve been any number of  people; even though Tom was the one you tended to gravitate towards during the shoot, you’d made friends with most of the people in the cast.

“I dunno, I just know that I saw him in the trailer for the movie,” Ben shrugged, setting his water back down on your coffee table. “Anyway, they’re about to call places, so let’s go.”

You grinned triumphantly at the fixed pin, but your mind ran with ideas of who could be in the audience. You were hoping it was Tom. He had promised he’d come see the show, after all.

You made it through the rest of the show with hardly any bumps, putting a little more pep in your step now that you knew there was someone special to impress in the audience. And if imagining Tom was the one sitting in the front row impacted your performance at all, nobody had to know. .

You were back in your dressing room letting your hair out of its pin curls when you heard a quick rap on your door.

“Come in!” you called through the bobby pins in your mouth.

“Hey there, love,” a sweet, English accent spoke from over your shoulder. You whipped around, forgetting all about your hair that was half curling wildly, and half still contained under a dozen more bobby pins.

“I was told someone I knew was here. If only you’d told me, I would’ve tapped a little harder for you,” you grinned, standing to give Tom a hug.

“You were fantastic, Y/N. Honestly. I  had no idea you could dance like that. And your voice! My God, woman! Where were you hiding that all this time?” he laughed, pulling you off the ground to spin you around.

“Thank you, Tom. Seriously, I really appreciate you coming to see the show.” Your grin hadn’t slipped off of your face for even a second as he held you in his arms.

“I told you I would, didn’t I?” he asked, squeezing you tightly.

“Yeah, I just thought you meant that as a courtesy, not that you’d actually fly to New York to come see me!” you exclaimed.

“Hey, who said I was here for you? Maybe I’m here to see your pal Ben chomp on a cigar for two and a half hours straight,” he joked, eyes shining.

“Mhm, you know you love me, Tom,” you smirked, punching his arm lightly.

“Yeah,” he whispered, brown eyes boring into yours.

“What?” you asked, grin faltering.

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated, bringing a hand up to cup your face. “Seriously, somewhere between our deep midnight talks and stupid pranks, I completely fell in love with you and I didn’t realize it until you left. I knew I had to come see you somehow and tell you how I feel, but they kept me in Atlanta longer than anticipated. As soon as I was finished, I booked the first flight here.”

You smiled, reaching up to grip the the hand on your cheek with your own. You sighed, leaning into Tom’s body heat.

“You know, you have know idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that, Holland,” you smiled, then leaned up to capture his lips with your own.


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“I’m lost without you...” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

#8. Going through a crisis together.

This is not a funny story, but after all the fluffiness I wrote lately, I wanted to write something…kinda sad. Not the angstiest story I ever written but…just not just fluff. There’s still some fluffy moments though, and maybe you won’t find it sad at all, maybe it won’t touch you (and didn’t proofread because of reasons), it’s also maybe a bit (a lot) cheesy but…Oh well, hope you’ll still like it :

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-You have to choose mister Wayne.

-I…I can’t…how…how am I suppose to…

-If you don’t, they will both die. It’s as simple as that, you have to take a decision. Now. 

Bruce’s head is spinning, and he cannot hear anything else but the fast beating of his heart. Why was this happening ? Why couldn’t something go right for once ? Hasn’t he and his family suffered enough already ?

He feels light headed and sits down on the cold metal chair, in a cold and way too bright hospital corridor. His sons are here, and he just faintly feels their hands supporting him, helping him sit down, stroking his back soothingly, hugging him to try and make him feel better…But he cannot feel better.

He has to make an impossible choice.

Mercilessly, the doctor insists once more, because time is running out :

-Your wife, or the child mister Wayne ? We cannot save both of them. 

His wife, or his child.

How could he choose ?

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He wakes up with a start, and by instinct reaches for you…but you’re not here. You haven’t been here for the past month and a half. Unable to soothe him back to sleep after one of his nightmare, as you would usually do. 

Bruce felt like he was back when he was eight years old and just lost his parents. Back in Crime Alley that fateful night. 

He couldn’t see the light, all hope had left him, all will of living slowly faded away, and he was full of so much anger and sadness. 

Angry at the World, angry at life, angry at you…but the sorrow he felt was stronger. And he couldn’t use his anger, he couldn’t be strong this time, turn his life around to be able to live with the thought of loosing someone he loved so much, he couldn’t bear to live like this…Without you. He needed you. Your support. Your presence. Holding you in his arms was all he craved for…He looked at the spot you haven’t occupied in a month and a half and sighed. 

He was almost hoping you’d open the bathroom door, and come back to bed with him, smiling…But you wouldn’t. 

Not because you died, but because he “let your daughter die”. 

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I WANT TRANS BUDDIES. People on the internet are always like “oh my trans friends do this” and “oh my trans friends do that”. I want trans buddies to be trans with. Like, not because they are trans but just to be friends and then we can relate to each other really well? I guess? Does anyone understand what I’m trying to say here?? I don’t have anyone to talk to about say… phalloplasty.. without them being like “can you get an erectile device even though you don’t want one so I can play with your dick?” No joke that actually happened. But I also want friends to talk to about dogs and star trek and power rangers and just… life. Does any of this make sense? Just… people I can relate to on more than one level; gender but also interests. I want someone who can go with me to get liposuction on my hips. Is it weird that I want that? I don’t know anyone else, who is apart of my life, that is trans, that I can relate to. This is probably hopeless… but I have kik and skype and viber and line and disney mix and all of that nonsense if anyone’s interested in maybe having a friend. Maybe we can end up creating one big trans buddy chat thing? Ah well whatever

Catch Me (Day 3)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,967

@avengerstories thank you for not getting sick of me asking you to edit things for me

Day 2

Originally posted by amjeth

The bright sun streams through a small crack in the curtains early in the morning, unceremoniously waking you up. You roll over in bed in an attempt to hide from the rude awakening but it is no use. Once you have been woken up, there’s no going back to sleep.

You open your eyes and find yourself face-to-face with your laptop, which kept you up until well past four in the morning. At the time, binge watching your favorite show on Netflix had felt like a wonderful idea. Now, due to the exhaustion that clings desperately to your bones, you realize that staying up so late probably wasn’t such a great plan after all.

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Last Dance

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

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Word Count: 1402

In your mind, a birthday should always be an excuse to celebrate and forget your problems, at least for a little awhile. However, it was no time to party and cheer over superfluous things. Once you found out the truth about how very much real supernatural creatures were, nothing in your life remained the same. Hell, sometimes you were even afraid to leave your house. Of course, after you became close friends with a bunch of vampires, witches and werewolves, you felt a lot safer. Especially because your loving and caring boyfriend was no one less than Kol Mikaelson, who was part of the oldest vampire family recorded so far.

You let a goofy smile slip and reached for your phone, wanting to read his last text to you. In the nine months you had been dating, he did not spent one day without calling, texting or doing anything he could to assure you how much he loved you and could not live if you were not alongside him. Of course, since you were turning eighteen, he wanted to make you a surprise. And, even though you hated it, if it would make Kol feel good about himself, then the whole thing was bearable.

“Why aren’t you in the very pretty dress I sent you?” A voice asked, coming from behind you. “We should be leaving right now.”

“Kol?”

“Who else could it be?”

“Well…”

The younger Mikaelson shook his head, crossing arms and leant against the wall next to the window of your bedroom. You bit your lower lip, realising that was the sexiest thing you had ever seen. Again, it was pretty obvious the effect he had on you, which put you in a very complicated position, because all you wanted to do was rip his trousers off and get him in your bed. Over and over again.

“Babe… If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t be able to leave.”

“Who says I want to? Perhaps you could give me my birthday gift here.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

You started to unbutton the pink shirt you were wearing and flashed him a sexy smile, which made him giggle. He approached you and grasped your waist, making a soft moan escape and you get his body even more glued to yours. Kol’s lips brushed your own and his hands tightened the grip on your skin.

“Now, would you mind getting dress for us to go? I promise it’ll be an unforgettable night.”

You sighed.

“Do I have another choice?”

“No, miss Y/L/N.”

“Gosh, it’s so sexy when you call me like that.”

Kol laughed and slapped your ass, winking.

“So, Damon called you?” He questioned, while you got off your skirt.

“Yes, he did. Are you still jealous of him?”

“Me? Jealous? No. Definitely no.”

You walked out of the closet, already in the fine blue dress he gave to you.

“What do you think?”

“I think I am very jealous of you.” Kol said, stroking your cheek and pecking your lips. “Can we go now?”

“We can. Make it fast, though, otherwise I’ll rip this clothes out of you.”

“Take it easy, kitten, we have all night long.”

You giggled and both of you left to his promised surprise.

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In a couple of minutes you arrived at the beach, where a majestic boat, which you strongly believed Kol had stolen, was waiting. You were completely stunned by the scene you were staring at. Yes, your boyfriend used to give you incredibly expensive gifts, but that… It was a complete new thing for you. He grabbed your hand and helped you get on it.

“This is…”

“Shush, don’t say anything just yet…”

“I have to.” You embraced him in a clumsy hug. “I love you.”

“I do, too.”

Kol took you inside, where a table, filled with what just had to be great food, was placed. He pulled the chair in order for you to sit and then made his way to the other side, accommodating himself in front of you. A small sigh escaped, while you watched him give you his best smile and serve the wine. Almost like a grown up couple.

“What are you laughing at?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head.

“Nah, it’s nothing.” He raised a brow. “I mean it! I’m just enjoying the view.”

“Yeah, let’s pretend I believe that.”

The Original laughed and snatched your hand, his thumb gently caressing the back. Soon enough your whole body was wired and a silly smile show up on your face, which made you look away, a tiny bit embarrassed by the extension of the effect Kol had on you. It was rather funny how, a few months before you met him, you thought nobody could ever win your heart over. Being in love? It is for the weak. Then he came along and changed everything.

“A penny for your thoughts, love.” Kol whispered and, again, you smirked.

“I’m thinking about us.”

“Oh, I hope it’s our good memories.”

“Considering you have been nothing but a perfect gentleman to me, I don’t think I have any bad memories.”

“If you say so… I won’t disagree.” A smug appeared on his face and you could see the mischief in his eyes. “Let’s dance.”

“What?”

“Come on! I know you love it.”

Kol stood up, going straight to a small radio that was set in the room’s corner. Shortly, a soft ballad started to play and he offered his hand, a cocky smirk painted on his face. You giggled and took it, feeling him pull you towards his own body. While both of you swayed slowly, the younger Mikaelson hid his face on your neck and nuzzled it. The first reflex you had was to stuck your fingers in his hair and bring your forms together even more.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something.” His low voice said in your ear.

“What is it, darling?”

“Klaus knows.”

You pursed your lips, not quite understanding what your boyfriend was talking about.

“Huh?”

“About us. Running away.”

“How did he find out?”

“I have no idea.” Kol looked at you and his eyes had lost the happy gleam. “Just know, no matter what happens, that I’ll always love you.”

“You can’t possibly be doing this to me, Kol.”

“Do I think I want do it?” He licked his lips. “But Klaus won’t allow me to live my life freely.”

“Then let’s run away now. Without further warning.”

He chuckled, leaving your embrace and just sitting on the floor. You sighed, feeling the warm tears roll down your cheeks, and took place on his lap. Both of you exchanged an intense look, trying to find answers on each other’s eyes. It was useless, though. Nobody could go against Klaus, he would not accept it.

You grasped his shirt and pecked his lips, wanting to make that night last forever.

“I don’t think I’ll make it without you.”

“Love… Promise me you’ll be happy.”

“Without you?”

“I’ll come back to you.”

“Kol, I’m just human. I don’t think I’ll be alive when your brother decide to release you.”

“Become a vampire.”

Your eyes widened to his proposal.

“Right now?”

“Yes! Then Elijah will take care of you while I’m gone.”

“Do you really think it’s a good idea?”

“Only if you want to darling.”

“I want be with you, forever.”

Kol smiled and then bit his wrist, making thick blood come out of it. You did not think about it and swooped his arm, attaching your lips to where the red liquid was flowing and felt the metallic taste in your mouth. It was definitely not the wrong choice for you. Even though you were about to be brutally separated from the love of your life, you knew you would be alive to get him back and that made every bad choice worth it.

“I have to kill you now. Are you really sure you want to do this?”

“Like never before.”

“I love you.”

“So do I.”

He pushed your hair aside and sunk his sharp teeth into the delicate skin of your neck. You grasped his hair and, while you felt the life run away from your body, you knew you had made the right choice just by staring deep into his eyes, where you found nothing but a pure and great love. Your true happiness.

I just received an absolutely horrible message and want to address it without publishing it.

These are fictional characters, and though I’m not claiming them to be mine, making them rather ooc to comfort people, be funny, or help make someone feel better is what I love to do. Those with depression are fighting it best they can, and if I can help these REAL PEOPLE cope by drawing a FICTIONAL CHARACTER giving them a SIMPLE HUG, you bet your cowardly self I’m going to do it, anon.

As someone who has a close friend suffering from depression, it was very concerning how you, anon, felt I should’ve addressed a prior ask. Please rethink your life choices, find out what kind of person you want to be in life. Your obvious insecurities shouldn’t be targeted at other people. I guarantee, if you’re anything like the ask you sent, it’s about time you change your ways.

Don’t send messages like that again.

Pete Dunne NSFW Alphabet

Originally posted by pinknights

I thought I’d do one of these for Pete Dunne because I currenly have a love /hate crush on him and i thought it was about time that i wroe something about him. His character reminds me so much of one of my ex boyfriends so I kinda took some of his things and adapted them for Pete!

I try and write these to fit my own head cannons so y’know! I hope you can picture him the same too!

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@theelitevillian @blondekel77 @thatonegirloncealways @jellybelly300 @ashleymarie2021 @imnobodiesbitch @morgancorbin @alexahood21 @georgina019 @alyneve @alyhull @angstliveson @kelstenkiara @akihikothekitsune @wub419 @logandemico @kelstenkira @msgem @princess3733 @lanalizzytho @simplisticworld-x @lilmisscrisis @behindthesesilvereyes @writergrrrl29knits @hardcorewrestlingtrash @randonfandompenguin @artemisapalla316 @itzelrollins @thedeboniardevistation @tooweirdforlifex @little–alphabet–boy  @akihikothekitsune  @scarlettequinn 

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Taiwanese Magazine Interview - Vernon

(trans.):

Q1: What kind of existence do you have in the group?

Without a doubt, in charge of english.

Q2: Describe yourself!

I’m a person who drags time well, haha, I live my life very calmly.

Q3: What are your charms in your opinion?

Even though i’m a teenager, I still look like a child (?).

Q4: When do you feel the most happy?

As long as i’m spending time with the members, it’s the happiest!

Q5: What do you do during breaks?

I’m usually at the gym, or practicing my pronunciation.

Q6: Fashion/clothing style that you like?

Although I like casual outfits, I like them to have some memorable/stand out details.

Q7: Before your debut, what kind of student were you?

I was a normal student. After school, I would meet friends to play games at LAN cafes (PC bang). However, I was scouted by my company at the subway station while on the way home. And thus, my life changed. I hope that fans who are still students study hard, but also find what they’re truly passionate in.

Q8: If you were a carat now, which member of seventeen would you be a fan of?

I want to be my own fan, I really love myself.

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Bad Dream (Joji)

Anon Request: An imagine where Joji has a nightmare and he wakes up all freaked out and u have to calm him down? You can really do anything u want with this whether it be spice it up and make it NSFW or just add fluff or neither of the two! Just whatever u see fit :D


Y/N’s POV
Sitting in bed and reading through my book with only the bedside lamp as my source of light was my nightly routine. It would normally take place after Joji fell asleep, which was usually before me. I flipped to the next page in my book and glanced over at Joji, who lightly turned in his sleep. I watched him for a few moments. Looking at Joji while he slept was a typical thing that I always found myself doing. He was peaceful whenever he was in such an environment, always calm and his breathing was steady, but tonight was something rare. Joji began groaning disturbingly, making me furrow my brows at him. He frantically moved about, his arm centimeters away from hitting my face unexpectedly. Murmurs escaped his lips softly as I tried shaking him awake. The shaking seemed to make things worse; he started sweating and turning his head from the left to the right as he kicked his legs everywhere with his eyes still shut tight. I straddled him, having no other way to get him to stop kicking.

“Joji!” I shouted.

He shot up quickly, his face nearly bashing into mine. I took his face into my hands, he was lost and out of breath. Joji wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tightly. I embraced him. Never having witnessed this type of situation before, I was confused and a bit panicky. I climbed off of him, putting my hand on his thigh as he wiped off the sweat from his forehead and rubbed his eyes. George sighed and cleared his throat.

“Wanna talk about it?” I whispered.

Joji stayed quiet for several minutes as he adjusted his breathing and looked around the room, as if to avoid my gaze.

“I-I didn’t save you.” he let out in a mutter, his voice was raspy and dry, “I tried but, I couldn’t. I’m sorry-“

“Babe, it was just a bad dream. I’m right here.” I ran my fingers through his hair and placed a kiss on his temple, “It’s okay, baby. It wasn’t real.”

I grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen where I opened the fridge and took out the pitcher of water. He pulled out a cup from one of the cupboards and handed it to me. He watched me with some difficulty due to his tired state as I poured water into the cup and handed it to him. Joji gulped down the water quickly, earning a slight laugh from me, he smiled and kissed me quickly.


Joji’s POV
Y/N sighed heavily and made a comment about how tired I seemed and how she’d never seen me this alert before due to a bad dream…or any dream, really. Putting her hand in mine, she guided me back to bed where she tucked me in like some kind of five year old. It was well needed though, I couldn’t imagine my life without her.

“Joji.” she said in a soft voice as her finger brushed my cheek.

I turned my face to look at her, “Yeah?” I muffled.

“Why do you shy away from me at times when it comes to your dreams?” she asked as she looked elsewhere.

“I don’t.” I protested as I unstuck my arms from my mummified body under the sheets. I leaned my head on my arm and grabbed her hand, “Hey. What do you mean?” I whispered.

I tiredly reached for her face, grabbing her chin and making her eyes meet mine, my thumb brushed against her lower lip. She softly pressed her lips to my finger, delicately pressing kisses on it, her eyes never leaving my gaze. She casually took my thumb in her mouth and sucked lightly, pulling away and leaving me in astonishment. Y/N leaned in and pressed her lips against mine fervently. I placed my hand on the back of her neck, leading her mouth as it tangled with mine. After minutes of making out, she pulled away, panting. Y/N slid her hand down my torso and abruptly stopped at the band of my boxers. She removed her underwear and tossed it somewhere across the room. I was too befuddled to even grasp what was going on. Her smile hid so much mischief and trying to guess her next move hurt my brain, but she definitely knew how to make me feel better. Y/N compelled me onto my back by straddling me. I looked up at her; the light hit her just the right amount, she looked like a goddess on top of me. I assisted in the removal of her shirt, tossing it across the room like a fucking frisbee. I wanted her now. I grabbed her tits in my hands, a moan left her lips, making me hard.

“Fuck.” I whispered.

She agonizingly teased me by slowly grinding on me. I could feel how wet she was through the fabric of my briefs. Removing my hands from her tits, she placed my hands on her hips as she lowered my briefs exposing my dick. She was moving too slow for my liking, I groaned under her as she purposely teased me by rubbing my tip against her wet core then sliding herself on me, letting just the tip in then pulling back out. I was tired of her teasing me and when she went to do it again, I gripped her hips and slammed her down onto my cock.

“Shit.” she moaned as she titled her head back.

I watched her ride me like she was some kind of fucking miracle. The way she felt around me was pure bliss. She took her tits in her hands and squeezed them as she bounced on my cock. Her moans became louder and louder; she leaned back a little, placing her hands on my thighs. This gave me more control over her.

“G- George.” she gasped, “I’m gonna cum. Oh, fuck.”

I gripped her waist tightly and slammed her onto my dick harder and faster than before.

"Shit.” I breathed as I let my head fall back onto the pillow. I shut my eyes for a brief moment as I continued pounding her; her moans drove me insane.

I felt her contract around me, closing me in on my high. She let out a string of inaudible swear words as she placed her hands back onto my chest. Her small yelps and loud moans were brought to make me cum after her. Seconds after, I rubbed my face with my hands as I tried catching my breath. I looked up at her, she dropped next to me with her eyes fluttering shut. I let out a small laugh, she ‘fell asleep’ after a good fuck. I moved the hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Grabbing the blanket, I tucked her in and brought it just under her chin. Stumbling out of bed, I turned off the light. The room became a dark void. I couldn’t see shit. I somehow managed to make my way back to the bed after tearing up the whole room in hopes to find the fucking mattress. I slid under the covers and laid my head on her shoulder. I yawned and kissed her forehead, “I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you.” she spoke in a quiet voice, “Maybe you won’t have another nightmare.”

“If I do, will provide the same treatment?” I chuckled.

“Go to sleep.” she giggled.

Sam Drake: NSFW Alphabet Challenge

Summary: An NSFW Alphabet Challenge, listing the A through Z’s of sex with you and Sam.

Relationships: Sam Drake (Uncharted) x Reader

Word Count: 2,430

Trigger Warnings: nsfw/smut (obviously), BDSM, public sex, dirty talk

Authors Note: I’m considering making separate imagines based off of each letter (a full length imagine for each letter), so please let me know if that is something you would all like! Make sure to like or reblog if you liked this, and as always, feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy!

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Awkward & Apprehensive (Matt Murdock x reader)

Request: 30. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” With Matt Murdock, please? :)     (I’m using this request to carry on this storyline)

Awkward & Accidental

Matt’s plan was to stop living the hero life once the two of you were married, or at least, once he had worked up the nerve to actually ask you, but on this night, he found himself sitting high above the city on a random rooftop, listening for anything that gave him that feeling. That feeling was the rush of his blood as his pulse began to race, his lungs pulling air from around him faster and desperately to counteract the surge of adrenaline that left him just a little dizzy.  If he could be honest with himself, he would understand his addiction to it, but he would never admit that aloud to himself or anyone, not even you.  

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anonymous asked:

YES! Then can you do a peter parker (spiderman) x reader with a soulmate au?

+ soulmate au where the one thing that they are thinking most about in that moment is tattooed on your wrist
+ peters tattoo was always vague
+ it was either ‘family’ or ‘art’ or ‘what do i want to do with my life?’
+ sometimes, though, they made him laugh
+ ‘what happens if you put a werewolf on the moon?’ or ‘what do you mean, a burrito without beans? what is this sorcery?’
+ part of him would always wonder what was on his soulmates wrist
+ and quite often, on your wrist it would just say ‘soulmate’
+ it made you feel good inside, that your soulmate was thinking of you
+ but at the same time it would make it even more difficult to figure out who your soulmate was
+ when you got to middle school you would see those kids that found their soulmates, and on peters wrist, it would say ‘when will i meet my soulmate?’
+ peter felt bad, like he was letting you down, which was an odd feeling because he didn’t really know you
+ it was at those times when you would look at your own wrist and see things like ‘i let everyone down’
+ it hurt you
+ then the two of you started high school, having no idea you went to the same school
+ during english, peter would see a math problem scrawled on his wrist
+ sometimes, if he wasn’t doing much of anything, he would do the math problem too and think only about the answer
+ when you were in math class, you would see the correct answers on your arm occasionally, and it didn’t take long for you to catch on
+ but, when you were in p.e. and peter was at lunch, you would see things like ‘is that a new skirt?’ or ‘she looks really cute when she laughs’
+ sometimes you’d even see ‘i wonder if she’s my soulmate’
+ of course, you were in p.e. so it couldn’t have been you wearing designer shoes and curling your hair differently
+ after a while, you noticed that your soulmate spent way more time thinking of ‘soulmate’ and less of anything else
+ then, one day you were eating breakfast and you noticed something different about your tattoo
+ it was a name
+ liz allen
+ at first, you didn’t know who this liz character was
+ but one day one of your friends mentioned a liz allen and you had your friend point her out
+ from what you had been reading about your soulmates favorite pastime, you couldn’t help but notice that the slightly older girl fit the bill perfectly
+ but you convinced yourself otherwise
+ liz is a popular name
+ allen is a pretty common last name
+even still, you started to put on makeup to cover up the words that would wrap around your wrist and betray you
+ of course, it wasn’t always liz that your soulmate was thinking about
+ a lot of the time it was his uncle or aunt
+ and then it transitioned into spiderman
+ you knew this because you still looked at your tattoo
+ you only covered it up at school where someone might notice that your soulmate had eyes for another
+ every thought of every day (besides liz) was spiderman
+ you didn’t think much of it
+ by this time you were used to your soulmate thinking of other things besides you
+ and one time, you actually got to see spiderman in the act of saving someone
+ and from that moment on, peters wrist was often occupied with ‘spiderman’
+ thoughts of liz being his soulmate had died long ago when he had gotten close enough to see that her wrist had said ‘going vegan was the best idea ever, soulmate!’
+ he knew that plenty of people talked to their soulmates through their wrist, and peter had never gotten an invitation to go vegan
+ so when he saw that his tattoo was talking about spiderman, he flipped out
+ he told ned, and during p.e. they would have peter think ‘what would tony stark look like with long hair’ so that they could check everyone’s wrist
+ however, you had lunch during that time and found it very odd that your soulmate thought of avengers with interesting haircuts
+ but it made you laugh, and peters wrist would be branded with the words ‘my soulmate is the best’
+ this happened all year, and it wasn’t until the summer when you would finally meet
+ peter was just about to settle down for the night after saving queens when you looked at his wrist and noticed that it talked about a tiny bookstore on the corner of his street and an author with a very odd last name
+ still on a high from saving the world, peter jumped up immediately and headed towards the store that was about to close
+ you bumped into him while you both made your way in, but neither of you thought much of it
+ you recognized peter from school although he had no idea who you wee
+ peter apologized profusely as he helped you off the ground
+ you blushed a bit and told him it was fine
+ peter went to the back of the store
+ you stayed at the front
+ peter looked down at his wrist and saw ‘peter is really cute up close’ 
+ you looked down at your wrist and saw ‘she was thinking about this store’
+ the two of you started to walk towards each other and met by the fiction section
+ “Hey…again.”
+ “Hey, Peter. I, uh…well, I… I’m (Your Full Name).”
+ peter was obviously shaking as he pulled him his sleeve and he showed you the two words on his wrist ‘peter parker’
+ you looked down at your wrist and held it up for him to see
+ ‘(Your Full Name)’

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♡fanfiction writers appreciation day!♡

Yes, you probably already know it’s this time of the year again! A day to show your favourite writers that you truly appreciate what they do! Even though i’ll always try to do my best to show some lovin’ to the people creating those little universes where i can escape to when real life tends to, you know, suck. Without further ado, here are some of my personal faves!

@onlylovekpop​ ♡ @xhixtape​ ♡ @gukvory​ ♡ @floralseokjin​ ♡ @jheartseok​ ♡ @tayegi​ ♡ @workofteaguk​ ♡ @roseok​ ♡ @inktae​ ♡ @ricepot-jisung​ ♡ @jungblue​ ♡ @kookingtae​ ♡ @baeseoul​ ♡ @yoongihime​ ♡ @trbld-writer​ ♡ @thules​ ♡ @dailydoseofdia​ ♡ @hobibliophile​ ♡ @btssmutgalore ♡ @versigny​ ♡ @1honeypot​ ♡ @taesthetes​ ♡ @wonhopes​ ♡ @youmakemebacon​ ♡ @jiminniemouse​ ♡ @chimdeer ♡ @infireation​ (i will never get over serial killer tae istg) ♡ @lthyl ♡ @seoulscapes ♡

unfortunately i don’t read as much as i’d want to (and lbh same goes for writing which i hope will change very soon after my last presentation) so this list is relatively short… i also plan to change that!! 

furthermore, a big BIG thank you to all writers who pour their hearts and souls into their writing, or even try to crank out a drabble a day to practice even though you get little to no feedback. Thank you for not giving up, and keep doing what you love. You are just as much appreciated, thank you for selflessly giving to this fandom. You are loved, all of you <3

Allāh gives to whom He pleases, and constricts whom He pleases. He is aware of His servants and knows them well. Allāh blesses them with constriction even though its hard, people of Allāh will see the constriction as a blessing. There are people that can do without, and people that can’t do without. Allāh knows exactly what to give you to help you return to Him. The events in your life are purposeful, appropriate and non random.
—  Shaykh Ḥamza Yūsuf – Jewels and Pearls of the Qur’an lesson, Rihla 2011, Bursa, Turkey (Paraphrased)

Revision Needed

Looking back on it, I can’t really say for certain what it was like.  Something is obscuring my vision.  So it’s hard to answer when you ask me: what’s it like to have transformed so much, so fully? 

To me, yesterday is just like today.  Is just like the day before.  Is just like the day before.  There’s something in the way, when I look back.  Kind of like driving a car with no rearview mirror.  All that I can see is straight ahead - if I’m lucky, maybe a little off to the sides, but my attention is through the windshield.  I live in the moment. 

Every once in awhile, a billboard goes by, boasting glimpses of the future.  I see a muscleman, sometimes wearing nothing, prominent and strong, on that flat white surface.  His gaze is slightly blurry, a little foggy.  He is looking at something without quite looking at it.  Through it, maybe.  But one thing is for certain, is as opaque as paint, he is a muscleman.  Another billboard has the same muscleman.  He is closer now, there is more focus on his abs, his pecs.  I can see, if I look hard enough, the glistening of sweat, hard, work-earned sweat, on his skin.

But, like anything else along the roadway, attention must be paid to the road going forward, and those flashes from the future occur mostly on a subliminal level, something glimpsed just out of the corner of my eye - yet the full depth of that imprint is unknown to me. 

The radio is on.  That, too, is something I perceive out of the sides of my ears.  It trickles in, carried on a stream of music that tickles my memory patterns, slides up them, and then latches on tightly.  It is so easy to sort of hum along with the words, even though I do not know or remember what they are.  Just another thing you do, when you’re driving down a long highway and just sort of go on cruise control.

It’s difficult in this life to make changes without someone noticing.  And now, in these times, there are so many more of us in the world, and we stand all just a little bit closer together than we used to.  It is difficult, now, to do anything that someone can’t see.  Eyes flicker over your face, your body, what you choose to wear, what you might be looking at.  What you believe you choose to look at.  How you believe you prefer to speak, even down to the reasons why you choose to believe how you prefer to speak.  Is what you do one-hundred percent your choice?

This is the lip of the rabbit hole.  You can see the dark, quivering down the chute.  You bend in a little closer to see it more clearly.  You think you are careful not to bend too far, to fall in.  You promise yourself as if in a dream that you won’t fall in, and then you fall in, and you fall fast, hard, nearly at warp speed, can feel the wind rushing by your face,

And then it all stops.   Someone is reassuring you, someone is whispering closely into your ear, a voice that’s half-hidden by the shifting shadows.  You can feel the warm, wet pressure in the curves of your ear, and for some reason, focusing on that obscures the words - everything but the reassuring tone.  Muscles unknit, panic unwinds.  You even smile a little bit.

I digress.  You ask me: what’s it like, to transform?  To become so fully something other?  I cannot help but to answer that it is like looking two ways into a one-way mirror.  I cannot see my reflection, but I know that you can.  And you can.  And he can.  One of me looks one way, the other of me looks another. 

I do different things now.  I spend what time I have differently - which means I choose differently.  Or I believe differently how I choose.  And when I choose, I am reassured that I am making the right choice.  I do the things that feel right, that feel like warm pressure in my brain when I do them.  I may choose pink socks today.  Bright, pink socks.  I have been seen looking at them.  That guy on the subway.  That guy in the ad, the athlete in shorts shorter than I’m used to, in the sneakers I got just yesterday.  I have been seen looking, and my eyes look where they are told to see.

And every time I look different, I see different.   If I keep looking, the more changes I see.  Which means the more changes you see.  I might choose to drive to the gym.  I might choose shorts shorter than I’m used to, to show off my muscles, because it’s leg day.  That’s why I chose them.  Those are the reasons.

I see myself in the mirror.  In the sneakers I got yesterday, and in the shorts shorter than I’m used to.  In a tank top that’s brighter, just slightly, than I’m used to.  And the me I see is the me I am, and the me I will be stares back.

(((Ignore the awful graphic, I made it in 5 minutes and it looks terrible)))

So I recently hit 500 followers and this is crazy, I started this blog a few months ago and the support I have received has been amazing, I love you all. I have met some pretty incredible people in this short time who I love with all my heart.

Before I get into the follow forever I’d like to just express my love for a few people (everyone should go follow them cause they are all wonderful and lovely and I honestly have no idea why they follow me):

@catharinaloss ♥ JO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE! Even though you can be problematic I still love you (yes even I am calling you problematic now, you crossed a line by putting milk in before the cereal). You always manage to cheer me up and put up with me in my varying moods and for that, I am so grateful. You are amazing, you bring people together and make so many people happy (even if we don’t always show it ;) ). You manage to put a smile on my face each and every day, you’re a lil ball of sunshine and ilysm. You are just so wonderful and lovely and thoughtful and kind and funny and talented and I am so glad I met married you.

@alexanderglghtwood   ♥ Eli, where do I even start? You know I love you so much honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you. Have I told you how much I love watching you narrate your life to me over Snapchat? It’s my favourite thing, and I still love your voice okay. I just opened a Snapchat from you and I just need to remind you of how much I love your hair cause omg it’s amazing and I’m still not over it. I love reading your fics so much, even though you always manage to kill me with them. I always love our conversations, it feels weird if I haven’t talked to you in a few hours I can’t even find the words I want cause you are just so incredible and lovely and funny and I just can’t do you justice.

@magnificentbane  ♥ Meg, our friendship began when I decided to scream at you about my malec headcanons, isn’t that beautiful. We were talking for hours I didn’t even realise how long it had been, then you introduced me to Jo and for that, I will forever be grateful. Can you believe that our first conversation led to so many group chats lmao. I love reading your writing, you’re so talented and more people need to read your work. You’re such a fun person to talk to, you and your blog are perfect and ilysm <3

@thirstyalec  ♥ Dani, the love of my life, the most beautiful goddess to ever live I love you to pieces. I don’t even remember how we became friends… I think it was me just coming into your inbox and calling you out on your icon addiction lmao. Have I mentioned how proud I am that you have managed to keep your icon for this long, cause I am. Your posts are always amazing, you brighten my life and I’m so glad I met you. You are honestly one of my all time favourite people, seeing you on my dash makes me so happy you are amazing ilysm.

@softshumjr  ♥ Marta, killing you with Harry is my favourite pastime, you are my go to for quality Harry content. You are one of my favourite people, I still can’t believe you follow my ass. (The fact you have an ‘abi tag’ still has me dying okay ilysm.) Your tags always give me life, I like how I even know they are your tags before I see your url. Your posts are always amazing, seeing you on my dash makes me smile, you are an actual ray of sunshine and I feel so blessed to have you as a mutual. <3<3

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering how you're able to pose people in such dramatic and natural ways. I'm just such a huge fan of your artwork and I can never get mine to look as fluid n natural as yours. (I hope you're having a wonderful day today mann ^-^)

Thank you! I recommend you try to do some gesture drawing, or just figure drawing in general!
Balance that with random poses from imagination, and do your best at making them look like they could work in real life. That of course means lots of nonsense, struggle, and redrawing the same limbs over and over because you just can’t figure out what exactly you’re doing wrong.
The end result though, will be that you don’t have to rely on reference that often anymore, and can just scribble out poses without having to concentrate that much, because you just know where the lines need to go to have them suggest what the body looks like

But how I view it in general:
dramatic
: twisting, diagonal, opposing, asymmetry, tense-but-fluid, draw like there’s a clear expression in the body language

natural:  know where to have hard shapes and where to have soft shapes (rough anatomy knowledge helps) observe real life, observe own body, reference your own body, try to imagine what bodyparts you’d need to tense up for the pose you’re drawing, would the pose you’re drawing be comfortable to stand in? (if no, is it intended to be uncomfortable? in what way? Or what would you need to change to make it more comfortable looking?)

Here’s some videos:

On gesture drawing:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvjB0rj6yAc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74HR59yFZ7Y <-Proko videos are very good if you want some extra knowledge on anatomy as well

On constructing poses:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uFQ25_LOPQ

If you’re more interested in such art channels, I have a personal playlist of videos that I’ve found to be helpful or motivational in some way, though just so you know, it’s more specifically Ahmed, Proko, Sinix Design and Sycra who do the tutorial kinda videos.
Playlist of stuff:
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLEFKK1ywgVCDPDR9RhgxU0SojdWpUZAiD

Apology

Note: I’ve been going through a little bit of a writer’s block lately, but I hope this one came out okay.

Request: Hey!! Can i request a Daveed x reader where they get in a big fight and he finds her later in the night drunkenly confessing all of her insecurities about their relationship to someone in the cast and then he takes her home and make up in the morning? Lots of fluff maybe slight angst? I might love your work a little too much😉 thanks so much💙

Word Count: 2066

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Warnings: some angst, hurtful words, language

Daveed had been stressing all day because he had to finish three songs by the end of the week. He had absolutely no ideas or inspiration. He had writer’s block at the worst time he could ever possibly get it.

He sat on the couch with his macbook as you sat next to him, suggesting ideas. He only gave short or one word answers.

“Write about something you’re going through. Or an experience.” You suggested.

“Can’t think of any.”

You gave him another idea. “Okay…write about getting drunk. Partying.”

“Done it.”

“Take a break, then.”

“Can’t.”

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