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The King (7)

Originally posted by fyeahmarvel

The King Chapter 1

T’Challa x Reader

Summary: sugar daddy art collector T’Challa

Warnings: angst

A/N: Still no smut. It’s also kind of short. But hopefully you guys like it anyway!

T'Challa heard the all too familiar sound of your voicemail starting again as he pulled the phone from his ear and sighed. He hung up then dropped the phone down on his desk and rubbed his face in frustration. He had been trying to get ahold of you for weeks now but you wouldn’t answer his calls, hell you weren’t even keeping the presents he sent you. You returned every last one of them, even the flowers. Short of actually going to your home, which he knew you didn’t want, he felt like he had tried everything.

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taswel  asked:

hey there! just wanted to ask; is there any advice you can give to independent artists on how to gain more exposure/larger audience? what kind of methods can you recommend or what has worked for you?

Yo! Right off the bat, i’m gonna say one good method of gaining more exposure would probably be putting your work out into whatever fandoms your into. It gives you a pretty decent boost when it comes to getting your stuff out there and noticed by more people! (more points if it’s something not well known probably because if ur like me and are into obscure shit chances are you’re not gonna find much in the tags AND YA GOTTA DO EVERYTHING YAHSELF which can double the chance of getting attention drawn to your stuff👍 i can guarantee u there are people like me who look through the tags and see barely any content and are like!!! where y’all at!!!!! feed me that Good Shit ™ blease… ) 

Do trades and gift art for people (who are alright with it!) People sometimes post the stuff they get into their galleries or will reblog/retweet it which helps get your name out there! As always, continuing to put yourself and your works (fandom and/or original works) out there is the key to getting an audience I think. It’s easy to get disheartened when people don’t give you much notice, but you also won’t get noticed if you don’t post often, if at all. Being an active member of a community I feel is essential for getting yourself out there!! Combine that with doing trades and gifts (or requests if you can handle it), tossing in some fanart or taking part in some memes (like the fursona ones that have been going around twitter) are a good recipe i’ve seen to getting noticed more~!

HOPE THIS HELPS!!! and was coherent dskdfslf. To be honest i’m crap at explaining this because I don’t have much experience with this kinda thing because I never really intended for my art to get as popular as it has and I always have just..drawn what i’ve wanted and shared it with people?? and they’ve liked what I put out so I GUESS I DID SOMETHING RIGHT LMAO. Sometimes simplicity is the best approach and u just gotta do u and you’ll be surprised at the audience you get from just that! But there is absolutely no harm in using fandoms as a bit of a stepping stone to help yourself get into the right direction if that’s what you’re aiming for!

I just started listening to fun home and now I’m going to have to make the decision of whether I’m going to stay awake until 2 a.m. to finish it or pause it and finish it tomorrow

ok but the Young Avengers are 100% the kind of little shits who sing Friday all the time

to the point where after Friday is the integrated AI or what-have-you Tony flat out refuses to attend Friday meetings in the tower because whenever he asks Friday to pull information up the ENTIRE YA TEAM starts going “..Friday, gotta get down of Friday, everybody’s looking forward to the weekend…Partying, partying, YEAH”

and once Friday starts to grow into a personality it gets WORSE

because Friday is flattered by this. It’s an in-joke and kind of makes Friday feel like part of the YA team and Tony is SO INSULTED because Hawkeye and that hacker and space-prince and magic boy have CORRUPTED HIS AI

and eventually the YA and Friday, will, mostly off-key or in synthetic voice, belt out Friday

(Friday’s favorite part is the part about cereal and the “Fun, fun, fun, fun” part)


Words: 1,439
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: Courtesy of traffic near London, this is out today! I actually have 2 requests relating to sammy and the impala and I was going to combine them BUT if I keep them separate we get double the fluff on different days! Good plan? I thought so too.

Request: Could you write a Sam x reader where the reader is on a stake-out with the brothers and she and Sam cuddle in the back seat of the impala while Dean hums along to the radio? And maybe the reader hums some too before falling asleep on Sam?


It had been a long day. When you actually worked it out, you’d been on your feet for nearly 9 hours solid and the more you thought about it, the more you wished you hadn’t worked it out in the first place. It was about 9:30pm by now and yet still your day wasn’t over.

The demons you were tracking hadn’t been in town for long, but they’d caused enough trouble to pop up on your radar straight away. The day had been spent gathering information around town but now came the fun part: waiting. Staring at the door of an empty suburban house was mind numbing at the best of times, but after a few sleepless nights, it was a struggle to keep both eyes open at once.

Your head ached, your calves were tight from wearing “sensible” FBI footwear and in general, your limbs felt like lead. But you had a job to do, and so it would be done.

Sam had been the saviour for this stake out, for starters, he banned Dean from chilli burritos - no one needed that in a confined space - but secondly, he had hacked the wifi of a nearby house. Stupid though it may sound, having Sam as your own personal Wifi hotspot hacker was a miracle in times like these. Obviously, you were all making sure to watch the front door, but it be able to do that whilst also doing more research for other things was multitasking at its finest.

For this reason, you had told Sam to sit in the back with you, maximum internet help… that’s what you convinced him anyway. Dean saw through it instantly and gave you a knowing eyebrow raise but you poked your tongue out and carried on. It was no secret you liked the youngest Winchester, not to the rest of the world anyway, it was just Sam who was seemingly oblivious.

“So they could be anything from 10 minutes to 10 hours,” Dean muttered, settling down in the front seat, “What music d'ya want?”

“What? We get a choice?” Sam scoffed.

“No, Y/N gets a choice,” Dean smirked as he watched his brother’s face change to annoyance in the mirror. “One time offer, sweetheart, going once… going twice-”

“Van Halen,” you said quickly, “not fussed which album, please and thanks.”

“A wise choice,” Dean smiled, reaching for the box of tapes, “see Sammy, this is why I let Y/N choose, she has good taste.”

Sam grumbled something about not turning it up too loudly and shuffled to get comfy in the seat beside you. The back seat wasn’t really designed for someone with legs of his length and he was struggling to fold them into the confined space. It was easy for you, it may as well have been a sofa, but the hulk of a man next to you was clearly flustered.

“Sam, quit fidgeting,” Dean snapped as he pressed play on the first track.

“I was just-” Sam started but stopped when you motioned for him to spread out. “You sure?” he said, eyeing the small space you’d left yourself with.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, just sit sideways, it’ll be fine,” you said with a shrug. “Get comfy, we could be here a while.”

Sam gave you a gracious smile and shuffled around until he was sat across the seats, his knees bent across the middle seat so that his boots weren’t in your space.

The three of you sat quietly for a little while and you began to flick through the Internet. You probably should have been doing research but you just couldn’t keep a thought straight in your head. After flicking backwards and forwards between the same few pages, rereading sections repeatedly and half dozing off into them, you decided to let yourself rest for a few minutes. Dean, who was still on first door watch, was just lightly tapping out the rythym guitar with his fingers on the wheel, he seemed utterly oblivious to anything other than the house and the music. It about figured, he was in his own little world at night when the music was on. You risked a look over at Sam who appeared to just be reading an ebook and decided that no one was really going to miss you dozing off for a quick few minutes.

Tucking your legs up, careful not to jog Sam, you nestled into the car door and closed your eyes. You took a deep breath and tried to make yourself drift off. The car door dug uncomfortably into your side but you were too tired to care.

“Y/N?” Sam said in a soft voice.

“Yeah?” You said, cautiously opening an eye.

“That seriously looks uncomfortable, do you want me to move?” He muttered, nodding to your tucked up legs.

“I’m alright,” you hummed, letting your eyes drift shut again.

He said nothing for a few seconds before you felt the seat shift at the side of you.

“Honestly, I’m fine Sam,” you mumbled, earning a small huff from him. Truthfully, your left foot had gone numb but the idea of moving just seemed like too big a problem to bother caring about for now.

“Look, you could, er, lean on me?” He said in a low voice, before quickly adding, “I mean, we could both lay our legs out a bit more then.”

You opened your eyes up and looked over at the look he was giving you. He almost looked sorry to be waking you, but there was also a pleading there, like he just wanted to help… Damn those big brown puppy eyes.

“Okay then,” you sighed, “how’s this going to work?”

You uncurled from how you had been and put your feet on the floor to stand up a little bit, as you did, Sam stretched his legs out over the seat under you and you looked up, confused.

“Alright, nice idea giant, now where do I sit?” You grumbled, trying not to bang your head on the exceedingly low roof.

Sam didn’t say anything, but just sort of shuffled to make a small bit of space, flopping one leg off the seat and one across the back.

“So where am I meant to sit?” You asked awkwardly.

“Oh, I, um-” Sam blushed and reached over for his coat still slung in the front seat. He folded it into a makeshift pillow and rested it on his front. You took a breath and clambered onto the seat, crashing down unceremoniously with your back against Sam’s chest. He coughed a little as you winded him, but he just chuckled and let out an, “oof-”

“Smoothly done,” Dean muttered from the front seat, not even bothering to turn around.

The pair of you shuffled around until your head was snuggly into his side and you laid down resting against his leg. If you weren’t so tired, you’d be having a mild heart attack at how close you’d entwined with him, but all you felt now was completely relaxed.

“You alright there?” Sam asked quietly.

You just hummed in response and nodded your head into his balled up jacket. He tentatively rested the arm not holding his phone against your waist, he hovered there for a moment but when you didn’t flinch away, he let it relax and you could feel him let out a small sigh. With a small smirk, you let your eyes drift closed and you slowly felt your breathing begin to deepen and match Sam’s.

The only sound you could really hear was the music quietly in the background, still on your choice, the chords of “can’t stop loving you” rang out softly over the impala’s speakers. You felt yourself starting to drift off as you heard Dean absentmindedly humming along, voice low and very slightly off-key. For all the mayhem of the hunting life, moments of complete peace like this were what made it worthwhile. As you felt the waves of sleepiness wash over you, you felt Sam’s fingers lightly tracing patterns on your hip in time to the music.

The last thing you heard before you completely dozed off, was a hushed conversation between Sam and Dean. You couldn’t pick up what was said you only vaguely noticed it at all because of the vibrating of Sam’s chest again your hand, now balled slightly in the fabric of his shirt. A soft chuckle in response to his brother and a light kiss pressed into your hair was all you needed to know that you were happy, but more importantly, you felt safe in Sam’s strong arms.


So head cannon that Remus is always lightly making fun of Sirius for smelling like wet dog. Sirius knows Remus is only joking, but he’s still secretly annoyed at himself. However many baths or showers he takes, the scent is always there.

So one day Sirius just breaks into the potions cupboard and just bathes himself in amortentia. Then he runs back to the common room, where Remus is sitting down reading, and asks him, “What do I smell of now, huh?” - hoping that he’ll finally smell of things Remus likes.

Remus just frowns slightly and chuckles. “What’ve you been doing, idiot? You smell even more strongly of wet dog. Nice job covering it up! What’d you use?”

Sirius just stands there, in front of Remus, grinning like an idiot, while Remus is super confused. He steps closer (and tiptoes a bit) until his breath is tickling Remus’ cheek and whispers, “Amortentia.”

(And then kisses him and runs away.)
The Luckiest.

Louis [ET Canada, 26/3/2012]: The reason that pushed me to go for the X Factor was because I decided to go for my school musical, which was Grease. And actually, I got the part of Danny Zuko. 

Harry [5/6/2013]

One of my biggest things with the whole Fine Bros deal is that they made this huge fuss & then tried to backtrack by saying that, for the most part, they only have people in their videos from Southern California, & they want to get input or reactions or whatever from people around the world.

Newsflash, my dudes- people all around the world are already doing that. I literally watched a random video the other day of Koreans reacting to Anaconda by Nicki Minaj. You can’t act like these videos aren’t already happening and people aren’t watching them. It takes 3 seconds to search on YouTube and you can find thousands of results for nearly any reaction video you want, from a wide range of content creators across the globe.

And honestly, if you really want to hear the voices of people from around the world- your channel is/was successful enough that you have every opportunity to travel around the world and make these videos with people in different regions & countries!!! Seems to me like you want to make other people do the work and then take the credit.

So yeah, what annoys me the most is the whole, “We want react videos from around the world.”
They already exist. You’re just not making money off of them.

People who hit up earlier Warped Tours in like 99-2003 are ridiculously lucky

You know how annoying it is to spend 45 dollars to walk in between sets and hear shitty ass screamo music left and right ?

Like I look at the band lists for those times and DAMN , I would never have had a down moment like I do now where I have to sit in the grass and plug my ears so I don’t have to hear Of Mice and Men for the 3rd year in a row

If Only Calls Could Close The Distance

Summary: Dan hates the dark, is afraid in a way. One night while Phil is away, the dark is too much for Dan.

Genre: angst

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: none

Notes: I’ll just resign myself to the corner of shame for doing something that almost every other phan writer has done this week.

Dan’s POV

I hate it. Well, maybe hate is a strong word. Saying I don’t like it would be more appropriate, but it’s more than a dislike that I am feeling.

The dark is a scary thing. It wraps around you and you have no choice but to submit to its midnight paws every night. It is camouflage for those who would want to hurt you and a playground for your imagination.

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