who's excited because i am

DANCE MAJORS AU. (Part 1, Part 1.5, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3 finale) 
Contemporary Ballet Dancer Shiro is someone everyone admires and basically Everyone’s Crush™ but he already have his eyes set on a certain new hip-hop dancer recruit next door who’s always wearing red. He doesn’t have the guts to ask him out–at all. However, he asks if he could teach him hip-hop dancing. 

Redbubble Shop

Hopping onto that marriage train because goshdarnit I’m so gay for these two

Kobayashi is crying because Tohru is so beautiful. Tohru is crying because she’s so happy. I’m also crying

I am VERY excited about the 13th Doctor (Jodie Whittaker) - she’s going to be absolutely incredible and I really can’t wait to see the next season! So I drew some fanart for my new favourite girl.  

Also, I’m thinking of starting single character commissions soon to raise money for my placement year, so if anyone is interested message me and I’ll see what I can do!


“We’re likely to see Frank again, to give viewers a sense of the realities of his relationship with Claire. We know from some of Brianna’s comments in the finale that her parents’ marriage wasn’t particularly idyllic in its later years, and Menzies confirms that the tentative plan is for season 3 to explore the couple’s dynamic following the move to Boston, including “the disintegration of their marriage out there… it’s slightly ‘Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf’ in Boston, which hopefully will be really exciting stuff to dig into.”” Tobias Menzies for Variety

Are there more people who don’t need the Thirteenth Doctor to feel in any way confused about her gender/clothes/lack of pockets/whatever?

dear people who want to break the habit of interrupting others: when you interrupt someone and they stop talking, do not say what you were going to. apologize and ask them to continue. if they say “it’s fine, you can talk,” tell them “you were talking first,  i interrupted. go ahead.” i know that it is difficult to stop interrupting in general, but start by trying not to allow yourself to benefit from it.

guess whos birthday is coming uppppppppp

chapter eleven of nights (1k word preview) go read it here

“Even when I look away I am still looking.”

- Richard Siken, War of the Foxes.

 Andrew woke to warmth pressing into his skin. Last night’s events left him feeling languid and hazy, a feeling he was becoming well-acquainted with. There wasn’t any urgency, any requirements for the day; he could take each moment as it came, each tiny touch and quiet breath.

And because of this, he didn’t immediately open his eyes. Instead, he sunk deeper into his pillow, and focused on his surroundings. A stream of light dancing across his eyelids; the faint hush of lake water following the current; the scent of pine-wood and oil paint; Neil’s palm cupped safely against his, fingertips brushing taught skin.

It came to him, smooth and steady, that he didn’t feel exposed like he thought he might. Their explorations of boundaries and consent was usually paired with a progression into sex, but something about intimacy was different: it was being undressed on a different level, less to sink into each other and more to be seen, to be known. It was being undone with care, and somehow that managed to heighten and lull everything within him at once.

He felt the faintest brush of Neil’s thumb on his skin and he opened his eyes.

The thing about Neil was this: it didn’t matter how much time he spent learning all the details—from the light smattering of freckles covering his cheeks, to the dark lashes fanning out around his eyes—being greeted every morning with the resting image of him sent Andrew’s mind whirring and chest constricting. It felt sudden, sharp, but not like pain as much as a realisation.

This, he thought, is something I get to keep.

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anonymous asked:

hey, i just found the icons you did of keith and lance as botw zelda and link, and i was wondering if you were alright with them being used? they're really super cute and mix two of my favorite things, haha! i'll make sure to give you credit. if not its fine, i just wanted to ask to be sure! ^^;

*Pushes icons into your palms*

Treat them well

Peter Parker Imagine- The Ship

Warnings: Most likely a swear word

Everything seemed normal in a high school located in Queens, New York. It was about thirty minutes before school started for the day and several of the teachers were in the teacher’s lounge, sipping coffee and chatting about the start of the week. They were trying to make sure that they didn’t give the students too much at once. It stayed on that topic for quite some time until one of the teachers, Mrs. Pensky, mentioned how cute some of the students were together and how she wished others would take the plunge and get together.

A few of the other teachers overheard this conversation and one started a discussion at their table.

“If she’s talking about Y/n L/n and Peter Parker then I completely agree,” Mr. Walsh said. “Peter is a stuttering mess if Y/n even says ‘hello’ to the kid. It is cute, but he needs to just ask her out already.”

“I have them too! What is that words the students use nowadays? Ship? Yes, I ‘ship’ them as the kids would say. They both obviously have feelings for each other,” Ms. Jones sighed. A lightbulb went off in her head a beat later. “Wait, who else has Y/n and Peter?”

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I’ve been reading too much Kellex fanfiction


Alice X Lucy

All the best people are crazy/ All the best people are….
First Lines

Tagged by @phaytesworld (god I love you for this, like, you have no idea)


List the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether). See if there are any patterns. Then, tag your favourite authors.


I LOVE LOVE LOVE fic based tag games like this!! I’m am so down for any story based game things. Fuck I’m so jealous your readers send you asks and shit @phaytesworld you lucky bitch (and omfg they art for you, THEY ART FOR YOU, I am seething with jealousy over here, but also insanely happy for you because omg, just so happy for you and your success. You fuck up my feels bitch)

I’m afraid I really don’t read much, which you’ll understand seeing how many WIP I have, but I’ll just tag some of the people I know on here that write =)

@gloster @dracomysunshinechild @jadepresley @decanthrope @michaelssw0rd … okay, I know I know more writers than that, I know I chat to more writers than that, guys, I’m sorry, my memory sucks! Just do it and say I tagged you (TAG ME PLEASE) so I can be nosy =D

Okay, because I am super excitable a teasing tease who teases don’t you guys even know me, I’m gonna do the last 20 stories PLUS the first few lines of my major WIP mwahahahaha (I didn’t get enough sleep last night, I went to bed before 2am for once, but lay awake outlining a new story in my head)

Let’s get started =D (this is hella fucking long, so I’m putting it under a cut after the first 5, and really, you all follow me, you know me, you know I can’t be concise, I take a very loose definition of ‘first lines’ LOL)

Contained in this post are fics for these ships: Drarry, Pansmione, Parvansy (parvati/pansy), Ginsy (Ginny/Pansy), Victuuri, Merthur.

Last 20 stories posted/updated:

Trends/Patterns? As always, I usually just dive right into the story with minimal set-up details, which I usually intersperse later as needed. I seem to always start with either dialogue, how the character feels, or an action description. I almost never describe the setting, which fits with my biggest writing flaw of almost no background description LOL

1. Amortentia - Drarry

While Harry was studiously attempting to avoid so much as glancing towards their roommate, Ron was blatantly staring. He stood leaning against one of the end posts of his bed, arms crossed, expression cold, as he watched Malfoy unpack his things. The air was so thick with tension that Harry wished someone would say something, but he desperately didn’t want to be the one to do it.

2. Warmth - Parvansy


Pansy jerked at the sound of her name, almost spilling the contents of her bag all over her desk. Parvati caught her eye, and then nodded her head to the empty seat next to her.

“You owe me for helping you in Herbology last week. You’re partnering with me today.” Parvati’s voice was firm, and she had that glint in her eye. All of the Slytherins knew that glint. The Gryffindor glint. Not to be underestimated. And not to be messed with unless one had a plan, and an escape strategy for when it inevitably went pear-shaped. Bloody Gryffindors.

3. Board Games and Rude Awakenings - Drarry

At first, Harry had been nervous, and felt out of place. After a couple of drinks, and nothing more than some rather tame teasing, he relaxed. Blaise was pouting and arguing with Pansy about the legality of the action she’d just made on Harry’s behalf. Harry had no idea what game they were playing, and still didn’t understand the rules, even after having them explained to him three times. But there was an elaborately charmed board, little miniature characters, and a lot of violence.

4. Playing Along - Drarry

Harry sucked in a deep breath. There were footsteps outside. They passed. When he exhaled, he managed to mutter a spell to lock his office door. His hands gripped the far edge of his desk. The near edge was digging into his stomach. He closed his eyes, and inhaled again. Slowly.

“What happened to all that Gryffindor bravery? Scared you might get fired if we get caught?”

Harry shuddered.

“Shut your fucking mouth, Malfoy.”

There was a puff of warm air against his skin. Against his spine. Halfway down, and getting lower, as Malfoy chuckled. 

5. Crumbling Facade - Drarry

Draco tried to ignore everything around him as he organised his things the way he liked. The eighth year students were split between dorm rooms, and the houses were mixed. He’d been hoping he would be placed with Theo, or no Slytherin at all. He’d been dreading sharing a dorm room with Blaise. Perhaps if Goyle had returned the odds would have been in his favour, but they were not.

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It has been nearly two years since I started writing on this blog.

The first thing I wrote was “Feel You Smile” which was a Bucky x Reader thing.

A mere ten minutes after posting that I received an anon message that just said:

I thought this was the funniest thing ever, and I replied with a sarcastic response and continued to write “shitty fanfiction”.
That is the only real piece of hate I have ever received about my writing. And I am so, so happy about that.

It has been two years since I started this blog and I am a completely different person.

I didn’t know who I was when I started this blog, I still don’t anymore, but I am getting closer. So I know that I am not the same person who started this blog.
She was so unhappy because she was so worried about what boxes she fit in. She had no idea what Hogwarts house she was in, what her sexuality was, what her MBTI really was, all these boxes she tried to fit herself into.
And yeah, I still don’t know what my sexuality is, but hey it doesn’t really matter.
I have a wonderful boyfriend who I love very much and has helped me take huge, scary steps towards knowing who I am.
-He’s shown me it’s okay to be a Hufflepuff (even though I am a Gryffindor/Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff - okay yep still don’t know that either).
- He’s shown me it’s okay to be emotional.
- He’s shown me it’s okay to be clingy.
- It’s okay to want to feel sexy.
- It’s okay to say what I want.
- It’s okay to be me.

And in regards to that last one, I mean he’s taught me that I shouldn’t have to think about how each thing I’m doing comes across. I don’t need to worry if I’m coming off across as too awkward, geeky, smart, excited. Because that is who I am, and he has shown me that it is completely possible to fall in love with that person.

Now see, it sounds like I’m saying all you need is a romantic partner to figure yourself out and be happy.
And while it may seem that way, this has been a long time coming.

I’ve had friends and relationships since I started this blog which showed me what I do and don’t like.
I’ve been put in boxes and figured out what isn’t right in order to figure out what is.

It has been two years since I started this blog and I am so, so much happier.

I cry more.
I laugh more.
I smile more.
I sing more.
I dance more.
I feel good about myself a lot more.

I feel a lot more, in general.
I was worried I felt nothing. My mum has cancer, she’s nearly died a few times, and I didn’t cry. I didn’t feel happy for things I should have. I didn’t feel much at all.
I felt empty and alone.

I don’t anymore, most of the time.

So if you take one thing away from this note, take the following:

It gets better. You will figure yourself out. You will learn to not hate yourself. You will learn to be happy. It will take time, it may be painful, but you will get there.

I am a chronic liar. I have lied excessively for the past four years of my life. I still do lie. I’m improving, but I am still a liar.I lie for stupid reasons, I lie for selfish reasons. I lie a lot.Everything in this note? It’s true. 
Everything I tell my boyfriend? Is true. I now have two people in the world that I don’t lie to, and that feels great.
I went to therapy, a month ago. It didn’t work out. Because I lied. Don’t lie to your therapist. It’s a waste of time and money.But one thing I did get out of it, is that I was told I have Borderline Personality Disorder, Anxiety and Depression. Yay! More boxes!But hey, another thing I’ve learnt?Boxes do not define me. I define the boxes.

Okay so bla bla bla. I’m happy.

I have loved the people I’ve met on here. Even if I’ve never really talked to most of you, I still remember a lot of your URL’s and I like you.

Thank you for the kind words on my writing, or my freak out posts.

Thank you for being there for me when I had no one else.

Or at least felt like I didn’t.

Thanks for everything.

This blog isn’t me anymore, so I’m logging out in a few days.

I might start a fresh, I may not. 

I haven’t entirely decided yet, but I won’t log out for a few days in case anyone has any questions or whatever.

I’m here if you want to talk, because I owe you guys.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my writing.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my personality that leaked through.

I hope you’re happy, because I sure as hell am. 

Drabble: Sick

“I just saw the drabble request thing, and I am so excited for this! I think 22 and 49 would go good together if it was about the reader getting diagnosed with cancer. Kinda sad and angsty, but idk, i think you could do a really good job with this one. Love your writings by the way!!”

22: “I know you love me and all, but could you stop threatening the doctor?”
49: “Fight like hell.” 

(A/N): You haven’t said with who, so I’ll choose because I’m excited. I am picking Dean Winchester because it sounds like him, I think. Hope that’s okay ;)
& Thank you for the compliment, that means so much to me!<3

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Falling in love was easy, loving each other was too. Fighting for each other was too, and protecting came as if it was nothing. It began to get hard when she got sick. When Dean couldn’t fight for her. All he could do was hold her hand, be there for he. He hated being this powerless. Sam was searching for help, for anything. Dean would do anything, just for Y/n to stay alive. 

“Miss Y/l/n, we are so sorry, but the cancer is spreading. We’d like to start a treatment right now.” Dean got furious, he felt angry, because why couldn’t these doctors just step up their game. 

The words he spoke for the next three minutes where horrible, he threatened to kill each and every doctor in this hospital if she died. Y/n tried to calm Dean down, but he wouldn’t listen. 

“Dean!” She yelled, and finally he stopped. “I know you love me and all, but could you stop threatening the doctor?” She said, taking his hand. 

Dean glared at the pale doctor. “I’m sorry for that.” Y/n smiled kindly. The doctor nodded and left. Once the doctor was away, Y/n pulled Dean in a hug. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He sighted. “I just hate that I can’t do anything for you.” Y/n looked up and smiled. 

“That’s not true. You can hold my hand. You can tell me everything will be okay.” 

“Then that is what I’ll do.” 

Her positive vibes didn’t last long. She soon lost her hair, he smiles became rare and she always felt sick, always had pain. It hurt Dean to see her like that. One time, he saw her break down completely. That was hard for him. Y/n wasn’t one to talk about feelings, and he wasn’t either. But then, he had to. And she had to, too. 

“Dean, I’m tired. What do I do? The treatment doesn’t seem to work. Not anymore. All it does is making me sick.” She sobbed against his chest, it was the first time she had in all their time together. 

“I’ll tell you what to do.” Dean said, rubbing her back. “Fight like hell.” He whispered. “You have too. Sam will find something, and if not, you fight until those crappy doctors cure you. You will have a long life. A full life. And I won’t leave you here. I’ll be there with you. I’ll hold you hand. Every day, every night.” 

Y/n looked up at him. She hadn’t realized he was crying too. 

“I’ll try. I’ll try and fight. But I can’t without you.” She wiped away one of his tears with her tump. 

“You won’t have too. I’ll be right here.” Dean said and smiled. 

“Oh, and just saying, but bald looks good on you.” 

anonymous asked:

omg could you rec your fave fics for those tropes?

yes! here are the tropes, and here are the fics: