with your yellow roses and your cuteness

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Deep Red - I’m in love with you.
Red - I love you.
Pink - I think you’re cute.
Blue - You’re amazing.
Rose - You’re pretty.
Purple - You’re hot.
Plum - I would fuck you.
Violet - I would date you.
Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours.
Lavender - You are my tumblr crush.
Orange - I want to get to know you.
Tangerine - We have a lot in common.
Amber - I wish you would notice me.
Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
Beige - I don’t know you at all.
Yellow - I don’t like your blog.
Green - I don’t like you.
Olive - I think you are unattractive.
Brown - I hate you.
Grey - You scare me.
Black - Delete your tumblr.

Color My Inbox

Deep Red - I’m in love with you.
Red - I love you.
Pink - I think you’re cute.
Blue - You’re amazing.
Rose - You’re pretty
Purple - You’re hot.
Plum - I would fuck you.
Violet - I would date you.
Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours.
Lavender - You are my tumblr crush.
Orange - I want to get to know you.
Tangerine - We have a lot in common.
Amber - I wish you would notice me.
Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
Beige - I don’t know you at all.
Yellow - I don’t like your blog.
Green - I don’t like you.
Olive - I think you are unattractive.
Brown - I hate you.
Grey - You scare me.
Black - Delete your tumblr.
White - Kik??

Bubble Bath

Request: don’t know if requests are still open, if not ignore this but I was hoping you could write something where Wally and the reader sharing a bath and the reader is being all flustered cause they never shared a bath with anyone before so Wally comforts them, holding them close and such. I need more Wally in my life and with lots of fluff please

@whovianayesha @too-many-fandoms666 @jadedhillon @melyaliz (do you want me to tag you in stuff? I remember you had mentioned it once:D)


The intense and sudden knock on your bathroom made your heart skip a beat. You of course knew who it must be. Wally was the only person who had access this far in your apartment.


“Come in Wally!”


The redhead poked his head through the door opening amd looked at you with a huge grin. In no time he was in the foggy bathroom only in his underwear.


“Can I join you?” He said with an even bigger grin. You felt your body shiver as you sank deeper into the water. Hesitantly you nodded and sank even deeper. Your head turned to the other direction and your eyes snapped closed in deep embarrassment. Words left your mouth in stutters while the heat on your cheeks was unbearable.


“W-Wally, I’ve nev-never shared a bath with anyone”


Wally looked at you with such adoration that made your heart warm up.


“Oh babe, its fine. It will sooth the heck out of you, you’ll see. And I won’t try anything funny, I swear!” He said and threw his hands in the air with the biggest smile he could muster.


“Okay” you smiled back, sweetly and swifted to make more room for him all the while he took off his underwear. Soon, you were welcoming him in the tub.


“weeeheeee” Wally squealed the moment he got in the warm waters of your tub and wrapped himself clingingly around you. He nuzzled his nose on your back as he pecked your back and worked his hands on your tensed shoulders.


You could feel slow and deep moans of satisfaction and relaxation coming out of the depths of your chest and throat. Whatever relaxing technique this was it was hella working on you.


“OH HEY IS THAT A RUBBER DUCK?” Wally squealed again, causing you to jump in fear in result, as he spotted the yellow duck near your shampoo. He immediately rose up, grabbed it and sat as to face you.


“I LOOOVEEE THEM SO MUCH!”


“Aw Wally, I swear you’re so cute sometimes” you whispered and teacher his jawline with the tips of your fingers. Oh, how much did you love it when Wally was being childish. Laughter emitted from your mouth as you threw bubbles on him, splattering his face.


“This is war” he pouted and started attacking you with the rubber duck.

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I hope you guys liked this!

anonymous asked:

could you maybe do some jeremy heere x reader headcannons ???

- Jeremy asks you out by airdropping you a really dumb meme in the middle of class.

- The meme says ‘Roses are red, butter is yellow. I don’t know how this meme works. Date me, please.’

- You try your hardest to not burst out laughing, and you notice Jeremy blushing real hard at his desk. You accept the airdrop and Jeremy looks really surprised.

- You send him a text saying ‘YES!’ He reads it and just freaks out.

- He takes you out to this cute little Italian restaurant near his house for your first date, and you think it’s absolutely adorable. (You think he’s absolutely adorable)

- After dinner you go back to his house, and you meet the infamous Mr Heere.

- He’s just really proud his son actually managed to get a date, and he just starts telling embarrassing stories about Jeremy.

- Jeremy is mortified, but you think it’s cute. You then go up to Jeremy’s room (the door stays open, per Mr Heere’s request) and just chat for at least an hour, maybe two.

- By like 10, you tell Jeremy that you have to go home. He immediately offers to walk you home, bc you live pretty close to him.

- You walk home together, and you actually hold Jeremy’s hand. He’s freaking out about it because ‘oh my god, a cute girl is holding my hand. Holy crap, holy crap.’

- By the time you’re at your house, Jeremy has slightly calmed down. He awkwardly waves goodbye to you, and you respond with a slightly less awkward wave.

- Just as he’s about to walk away, you grab the collar of his shirt and kiss him. Jeremy’s mind just goes into total shut down mode, because MY GOD YOU’RE KISSING HIM! Y/N Y/L/N IS KISSING HIM.

- He texts Michael every detail when he gets home.

Imagine: Killian sending you cute but bad poetry (Drabble)

Written by Admin Maisie~

‘What the…?’ You thought to yourself as you picked up the single red rose that lay on the floor outside of your door. It only took you a moment to realise who had sent you such a lovely gift and you couldn’t help but smile at the gesture.

“Oh Killian…” You sighed and brought the flower to your nose, inhaling it’s sweet scent. That’s when you noticed the other item that lay at your doorstep. A brownish, yellow envelope that upon closer inspection appeared to have name lovingly written in ink on the front.

You picked it up and opened it with great interest as you wondered what else your Pirate could have sent you.

My beautiful (Y/N)

Rum is red,

The Sea is blue.

I’m not much of a Poet,

But I know I love you

Killian

You felt yourself blush as you giggled and grinned like the lovesick fool that you were.

He may not have been a poet, but he was words still warmed your heart.

True love… It truly was a funny thing.

Send A Color To My Inbox
  • Deep Red - I’m in love with you.
  • Red - I love you.
  • Pink - I think you’re cute.
  • Blue - You’re amazing.
  • Rose - You’re pretty
  • Purple - You’re hot.
  • Plum - I would fuck you.
  • Violet - I would date you.
  • Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours.
  • Lavender - You are my tumblr crush.
  • Orange - I want to get to know you.
  • Tangerine - We have a lot in common.
  • Amber - I wish you would notice me.
  • Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
  • Beige - I don’t know you at all.
  • Yellow - I don’t like your blog.
  • Green - I don’t like you.
  • Olive - I think you are unattractive.
  • Brown - I hate you.
  • Grey - You scare me.
  • Black - Delete your tumblr.
  • White - Kik??
Mine / Chapter 4

Music blasted in Baekhyun’s ears from the headphones as he scrolled through his music playlist on his phone. He checked the time again and sighed, wondering what the hell was taking you so long.

A small smile formed on his face, thinking about the last few days he spent with just the two of you together. Going out to cafes drinking coffee, playing in the woods, watching you smile at everything he did just to see it on your face.

He got a whiff of the scent he was waiting for as he whipped his head to the side to look down the road you were on, knowing the wolf inside of him was wagging its tail happily.

 Except the smile on his face quickly turned into a frown as he watched you walk down the road with a stranger by your side. A growl rumbled deep in his chest by the sight of a male next to you, laughing with you as you both walked down the street together. He wore the same school uniform as you did, his backpack slung on one side of his shoulder.

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Leave a color in my ask

Deep Red - I’m in love with you. 
Red - I love you. 

Pink - I think you’re cute.
Blue - You’re amazing.
Rose - You’re pretty.
Purple - You’re hot.
Violet - I would date you.
Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours.
Lavender - You are my Tumblr crush.
Orange - I want to get to know you.
Tangerine - We have a lot in common.
Amber - I wish you would notice me.
Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
Beige - I don’t know you at all.
Yellow - I don’t like your blog.
Green - I don’t like you.
Olive - I think you are unattractive.
Brown - I hate you.
Grey - You scare me.
Black - Delete your Tumblr.

How you met Calum:

Coffee had always been your saviour first thing in a morning before your classes. You hated it until you realised that it had magical powers that helped you finish essays at 3am. Although your classes had officially finished for the summer, you hadn’t managed to break the habit.

You smiled at the barista. “I’ll have a large Americano please.”

“What name?”

You told her yours and she told you the price. You reached into your pocket, expecting to find your purse. But you didn’t. You patted your pockets and hunted through your bag frantically. Shit. You must have left it at your parents’ house that morning.

“Let me get this,” the guy behind you said.

You reluctantly accepted his offer and thanked him. The coffees were quick to arrive and you mixed in your usual milk with two sugars.

“You must have had a hectic morning,” the stranger said.

You nodded as you breathed in the rich smell of the coffee.

“Do you want to talk about it? I hear talking to a stranger helps.”

You weighed up your options. It was either you went home and faced the music or sat in a coffee shop with a very attractive stranger who bought you coffee. You gestured to the seats and he eagerly followed you to them. Once you had settled, he waited for you to start talking.

“My sister’s getting married this Saturday and she nearly screamed the house down this morning because she found out I’d supposedly forgotten about the dress fitting last week. So she’s out for my head and my mum is equally as unimpressed with me.”

He sipped his coffee and leaned forward onto the table.

“Why did you miss the appointment?” he asked.

“I had a doctor’s appointment at the same time, I was supposed to get Rose to change dress fitting but I forgot because I hate going to the doctor and I had a final deadline for my coursework.”

You sighed.

“I get it.” The stranger smiled at you. “It’s all piling up against you.”

“Exactly,” you agreed. “But I can’t say anything or Rose will say I’m trying to steal her thunder. She’s turned into a Bridezilla. She screamed at her maid of honour last week for drinking a chocolate milkshake.”

You noticed the guy had a cute smile; he laughed a little then lifted his cup.

“I suggest you go home with bags filled with chocolate and tell her you’re preparing for the wedding.”

“She’d either cry or rip my face off.” You took a mouthful from your cup. “I’m hoping for the latter. The bridesmaid dresses are awful. They’re bright yellow halter necks with full skirts. We’ll be walking targets for every bug outside.”

“They sound interesting. So have you rearranged the dressmaker?” he questioned.

You nodded and looked at your phone. “Rose is apparently sending me a new time.”

Message from Rose:

Rebooked the dress fitting, Mary is charging me extra for this! Be there at 10am or she can’t do the alterations by Saturday. Miss this and I swear I will divorce you as a sister! :) Love, Rosy.

You looked at the time. You were supposed to be there in five minutes.

“Shit,” you muttered.

“What’s wrong?”

“She’s only made it for 10am. The place is across town, I walked here. God, she’s going to kill me,” you fretted with your hand on your forehead.

The stranger stood up and checked his phone. “I can give you a ride there?”

You either accepted his offer or your sister was going to kill you on the basis of you ruining her wedding.

“You are my saviour!” you said.

“I do like to help a damsel in distress every now and again,” he replied.

You followed him out of the coffee shop and he took you to his parked car. You hesitated before getting in.

He frowned at you. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t even know your name but I’m about to get in a car with you. You might be a murderer or something.”

“I’m Calum,” he informed you. “And I promise I’m not a murderer.”

You told him your name before adding, “And I’m not either.”

You climbed into the car and he drove to the address you gave him. You talked on the way to put yourself at ease.

“Tell me one thing about yourself,” you said.

“What?”

You saw he was confused. You’d always had this thing as a kid that if you knew one thing about a stranger, they wouldn’t be strangers anymore. It was a strange logic but it helped put you at ease.

“It helps me. It comforts me when I meet new people.”

He nodded but still looked slightly confused.

“I’m in a band with my mates, we’re trying to make it big one day,” he told you. “I play bass. What about you? I want your one thing.”

“Oh?” Nobody had ever asked you before. Usually they just left it in hope that you’d go away.

“Yeah, I want your one thing.”

You nod. “I write poems, songs and stuff. I don’t mention it to anybody because it’s a load of crap mostly.”

“I write songs too.”

He pulled up at the side of the road, outside of the dress shop and got out of the car.

“What are you doing?” you asked him.

“Coming with you to the appointment? I’m guessing you haven’t got a ride home.”

You shook your head. “My car’s in for a service.”

“I don’t mind waiting with you. I haven’t got band practise until later away.”

You smiled at him. “Thanks, Calum.”

“And I want to see how awful this dress really is.”

Send A Color To My Inbox

Deep Red - I’m in love with you.
Red - I love you.
Pink - I think you’re cute.
Blue - You’re amazing.
Rose - You’re pretty
Purple - You’re hot.
Plum - I would fuck you.
Violet - I would date you.
Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours.
Lavender - You are my tumblr crush.
Orange - I want to get to know you.
Tangerine - We have a lot in common.
Amber - I wish you would notice me.
Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
Beige - I don’t know you at all.
Yellow - I don’t like your blog.
Green - I don’t like you.
Olive - I think you are unattractive.
Brown - I hate you.
Grey - You scare me.
Black - Delete your tumblr.
White - Kik??

momswap is super cute but if you’re going to make steven rose’s kid instead of yellow diamond’s there is literally no reason not to give pearl jasper’s role, like, not in terms of being the muscle, I just want her wearing a shitty cape and being unimaginably gay while everyone else on the beach is weirded out

ROSE… WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT…… DON’T YOU REMEMBER ME?? ROSE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR BOOBS THEY’VE BEEN HAUNTING ME FOR THE LAST FIVE THOUSAND YEARS. YOUR HAIR USED TO BE SO NICE ROSE. IT SMELLED LIKE A FIELD OF A THOUSAND FLOWERS. ROSE WHY

Send A Color To My Inbox

Deep Red - I’m in love with you.
Red - I love you.
Pink - I think you’re cute.
Blue - You’re amazing.
Rose - You’re pretty
Purple - You’re hot.
Plum - I would fuck you.
Violet - I would date you.
Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours.
Lavender - You are my tumblr crush.
Orange - I want to get to know you.
Tangerine - We have a lot in common.
Amber - I wish you would notice me.
Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
Beige - I don’t know you at all.
Yellow - I don’t like your blog.
Green - I don’t like you.
Olive - I think you are unattractive.
Brown - I hate you.
Grey - You scare me.
Black - Delete your tumblr.
White - Kik??

Send A Color To My Inbox

Deep Red - I’m in love with you.
Red - I love you.
Pink - I think you’re cute.
Blue - You’re amazing.
Rose - You’re pretty
Purple - You’re hot.
Plum - I would fuck you.
Violet - I would date you.
Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours.
Lavender - You are my tumblr crush.
Orange - I want to get to know you.
Tangerine - We have a lot in common.
Amber - I wish you would notice me.
Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
Beige - I don’t know you at all.
Yellow - I don’t like your blog.
Green - I don’t like you.
Olive - I think you are unattractive.
Brown - I hate you.
Grey - You scare me.
Black - Delete your tumblr.
White - Kik??

Cute Jacob imagine

It was a friday night and you where sitting on your couch having a Drake and Josh marathon. Why? Because Jacob, my boyfriend of six months was on tour traveling the world and i was just sitting alone in my house in possibly the smallest and most boring town in the whole world. I mean- you could have gone out to the movies with your friends, but all their boyfriends where going so you’d just be the third wheel. 

So that is why, I Y/N, am spending my weekend at home doing absolutely nothing.

Jacob was supposed to be coming home Sunday and you where beyond excited. He’s been gone for almost a month now and you missed him like crazy. Even though he face timed and called you whenever he could, it wasn’t the same as actually being with him in person.

You missed his warm hugs.. You missed the cute laugh he’d do whenever he was nervous or embarrassed.. You missed how he’d always tease you about your height.. You missed everything about him.

You where half way into the sixth episode when you heard something outside in the bushes.

You carefully paused the TV and stood up off the couch. You tip-toed over to the door and swung it open revealing the person you’d been waiting weeks to see.

Jacob. He was holding some yellow roses (your favorite) , two boxes of the water mellon sour patch kids, and a red box movie.

“JACOB!” You yelled jumping into his arms.

He set down the items and engulfed you in a big hug.

“Y/N… i missed you so much baby.” he said burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you more.” you smiled.

Jacob shook his head, “impossible,” he smiled.

“What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be back until Sunday.’

"I couldn’t wait any longer. Now come on- Ive got Two boxes of your favorite candy, The Notebook and a Netflix account thats calling my name.” Jacob said stepping inside and handing you the flowers.

“its good to have ya back Whitesides.”

“its good to be back Mrs. future Whiteside.”

anonymous asked:

Sorry if this question was asked already! What is a good way to describe a new house for the main character, the one he's going to live in from now on? It's been a while since the last time I wrote a detailed description, so I'm not really sure how to not make it boring. It's pretty important for the story, and I'm stuck on it :\

When describing anything - a house, a person, etc. - one of the best things to keep in mind is not to try and describe every single detail. Instead, pick out a few key details that make that particular thing unique and use your “zoom lens” to focus in on those details. Drawing comparisons to other things that most people can use as a point of reference is also a good way to quickly create an atmosphere in your work. 

Ex: “The wallpaper in the living room was a faded yellow patterned with white roses. It brought to Claire’s mind her grandmother’s house, which had remained unchanged from the 1950s until her death. Even the white-washed bannister and the mirrors in their gilded gold frames, arranged side by side in the hall, brought back memories of that place.”

These three details - the wallpaper, the white-washed bannister, and the gilded gold mirrors - along with the comparison to her grandmother’s house are enough to bring to mind a very cute, small, old-fashioned house. 

So, basically, give your house a few key details (very large windows, an unusual paint scheme, plain brick facade, uneven stone facade, sleek metal fixtures, etc…) and “zoom in” on those to paint a clear picture in your readers’ minds.