wow the colors are so weird in this

duuude you’re like, lowkey famous in this fandom (like, I see your posts EVERYWHERE) and wow that probably sounds so weird or came off as awkward but !! my insides are literally doing the !!! thing because I love you and your blog and I am SO FREAKIN HAPPY YOU MET TAYLOR THIS ERA at the Nashville session!!!! ❤❤ your blog is gorgeous. okay? the theme, the colors, beautiful. relaxing. I think of Tim McGraw, Mine and Holy Ground, honestly. all super calming and happy songs that convey a bit of a sense of hope (to me, at least)

Zodiac: Tag Yourself (Edition)

-looks like “fight me” but is actually “love me”
-extremely fucking smart like wut
-doesn’t care about emotions unless it’s their own
-strive for power

-seems chill but is actually savage af
-doesn’t believe in emotions
-would fight you for hurting an animal
-actually has an amazing sleeping schedule???

-emotional mess (they never feel anything the right way)
-probably knows more useless shit than you
-actually really amazing ppl
-doesn’t know what sleep is

-looks like “love me” but is actually “fight me”
-doesn’t know how to deal with emotions so they don’t
-can be extremely selfish
-lives in drama

-very one way thinking mind
-high morals
-doesn’t deny they need constant validation
-constantly naps

-looks like they want to kill you, probably does
-such a fucking nerd
-sleeping schedule so fucked it’s like wow
-has a weird book collection

-always in love with someone
-big time music dork
-over emotional
-probably doesn’t know what’s going on

-tries to be hard core but are low key cry babies
-likes dark colors but has a bright personality
-probably reads more books than you
-just wants to be loved

-ready to disappear at any moment
-has seen every strange movie on Netflix (I mean, EVERY weird movie)
-honestly forgets emotions exist
-just wants a 48 hr nap

-knows they’re better than you
-parties more than you know
-just wants ppl to stop
-will cut you off without blinking an eye

-disappears for a while w/o explanation
-probably cuter than you
-always turnt
-live in a very gray world when it comes to what’s right or wrong

-doesn’t like dealing with responsibility
-likes music more than they like you
-thrives off of attention tho
-refuses to be anyone’s #2

What Your Homestuck Ship says about you

Rosemary: You did it. The only solid 100% no ambiguity about it ship to make it to endgame. A wedding, a happily ever after, a decent amount of screen time and development; other ships wish they had what you had.

DirkJake: One of the few “big kisses” in the comic. You breath a sigh of relief that it never officially sunk and you hope they work through their problems.

DaveKat: You enjoy friends to lovers plots and that satisfaction that you ended strongly.

DaveJade: You had almost given up hope only for a small bone to be thrown at you at the comic’s end.

DaveJadeKat: You’ve got an aversion to conflict and a smart savvy way to rectify your warring ships.

JohnDave: You’re a stable individual, there’s a lot of you. You appreciate the chemistry inherent in the two leads of every story.

JadeKat: Patronshipper at your core. DaveJadeKat was a surprising victory for you.

Karezi: You probably hate the RetJohn, and the lack of a concrete conclusion bothers you.

Daverezi: They hooked up and broke up entirely offscreen. Why Hussie? Why have you done this?

DavepetaJade: The unexpected blend of DaveJade’s chemistry and JadeNep’s animal motif. A colorful and pleasant surprise topped off with a kiss; you weren’t expected, but you’re here. The color scheme isn’t tacky!

JohnVris: In the back of your mind “I will Remem8er You” is playing.

GamKar: There is a duality to you like Gamzee’s faces :o( and :o). You’re either happy for the touching moments or frustrated with how it was handled. Much like the enigmatic clown himself.

GamTav: The term cinnamon role is perhaps overused… but not to you. No matter what relationship dynamic you like, Tavros will always be one.

SolKat: One’s grouchy, and the other’s… also grouchy! Winning sitcom formula! Frustratingly little Post Act 5 interaction!

AraSol: You are hopeful. For all that’s happened in this hell comic, you are hopeful.

Equara: You watch your inbox like a hawk. Should you let your guard down… that anon will appear.

SolFef: You are sad often. You wish for a conclusion or an interaction, but there are none.

EriSol: It was a rollercoaster, and you appreciate it, hopefully. If not, wow, man that was a weird one, and I guess the Sprite reunion was cute? 

CronKri: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

EriFef: Sprite reunion FTW. There’s some feeling of conclusion to be had there at least.

SlickPaint: A ship so cute you go :) but with an ending that makes you go >:(.

JohnRose: You’ve been here a while. Anti Shippers are your bane.

JohnRoxy: You didn’t expect to be here, you didn’t expect this development; but you are thankful for it.

CallieRoxy: You like cute things, fluff, adorable au’s, etc.

JaneRoxy: DirkJake shipmates for life! A cute color balance for a cute ship.

Fefeta: You like Roxy. You search for appropriate puns. 

Vriska/Terezi: You are either happy as hell for this ship or annoyed that the finale snubbed you. 

JohnKat: There’s “that” meme going about, you think it’s funny. You are a Promstuck fan.

VrisKan: Your interest in Homestuck ebbs and flows, but you’ve also been here a while. Even if you’ve moved on, some part of you will always remember that elongated heart from when Vriska got decked.

KatNep: Nepeta’s convo to Jaspersprite is one of the most powerful moments in the comic and nobody can tell you otherwise.

Johnrezi: The ship you never knew you liked.

Les8fins: You have complicated feelings towards Aranea and even more complicated feelings about who Meenah should end up with. You like angst.

Meowrails: You are legion for you are many. All fans have been touched by this ship.

DaveRose: You are a game developer. Homestuck’s future is in your hands.


Read the next rules to be able to participate if your interested in the raffle °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

-Must be followers cause It be so weird to do it for someone who just rebloged with no interest in it and just did it for fun and I had to waste time on that.

-Reblog to enter (๑꒪▿꒪)*

-No nsfw no them deng “sausages or winnie the poh drawing” here

-Go nuts on the colors the more you add the more I love it ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

-Simple mecha, furries, anything CRAZY lookin is very enjoyed so ask if you wish that but not complex mecha 

1st Prize  1 Winner :

-Background of their choice if you want something complicated I’ll try my best but warning I dont have much practice with it

-Full colored character, 1 or 2 max can be in the drawing

-Can be colored in to techniques black shadow or the other one your choice

2nd Prize 1 Winner :

- Full colored character with no background 1-2C. (same technique to choose From the 1st one)

3rd Prize 1 Winner:

-Up from hip perspective 1-2 characters (Same choice from the 1st one From technique)

4th Prize 1 Winner:

-Chibis 1-2-3 characters with no background

Winners will be choosen the 15th of november, I’m also probably going to be busy with school Work, and other events (mangafeeeeest) so the drawings might take time BUT they will be done dont worry about that, the winners will be choosen randomly im literally just gonna go poking around the reblog section and find someone, blinded.  Thats all, thank you very much for 1000+ followers!! and good luck ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*✰

Originally posted by myriad-galaxies

Ain’t no prince waiting for me

Soulmate AU
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Summary: In spite of her tattoo, Y/N Y/L/N has given up this soulmate thing. She simply doesn’t believe it, she’s convinced that she’s doomed to never find her true love. But will an unfortunate event change that?

Warning: Eddie’s still alive!! He’s not going to die in my AU either;))

A/N: OK, so I have always wanted to do a soulmate-AU, I simply find the clichés adorable! In this one, the soulmate thing is the partner’s first words the first time they meet each other, but hey! If you liked this, and want m to make another soulmate-imagine, send me your idea! Enjoy:))


“I’m telling you, Blaise, I just don’t believe in it!” Y/N was yet again arguing with her best friend about the idiotic soulmate thing. 
“How can you not believe in it? This is how life works, how God have made it easier for us to find one another!” It was almost pointless to continue. The two had two completely different ideologies. Blaise: the girl who believed in fate, in God, in the stupid tattoos. And then there was Y/N: the one that believed in science, in random happenings and that were convinced she would die alone.

“You will never understand, B, I will never have what you and Hunter have,” this provoked Blaise, how could her almost perfect, best friend think so little of herself?
“Of course you will, your wrist is proof of that, now stop the bullshit talk, Y/N,” her tone short and sharp. 
“But Blaise, I swear I’m cursed or something! My younger siblings have met their partners, my whole family has always found their soulmates at a young age. All of my friends have their partners, heck you and Hunter have a kid, Blaise!”

“You’re not cursed, Y/N,”
“Just look at this Blaise, it’s pure evil, my tattoo says ‘wow’! That can be anyone, it can be a creep, a jackass, it can be any guy on the planet!”
“You need to stop being so pessimistic, Y/N, it doesn’t suit you,” Blaise kept her mouth in a thin line.
“The complex is weird and unnatural,”
“You can’t just say that!”
“Watch me!” Y/N challenged, and shouted at the top of her lungs, which made Blaise just want to disappear. So she dragged her friend through the park.
“Don’t wake Amos, Y/N,” she excused, and their discussion stopped there, the next talking-topic being how Y/N was doing at work.

“It’s so cool,”
“It’s not that cool, Cisco,” Barry chuckled. His friend, teammate, and colleague had not stopped looking at his wrist in awe.
“But it is! I mean, come on! The damsel falling in love with her hero – it’s a classic!” Cisco referred to the words ‘Holy crap, it’s him!’
“You know, it can also just be a girl that doesn’t like me or something, or-“
“Nope, this right here, my man, is a line said in adoration,” Cisco patted Barry’s back, and they went back to their work. 

Y/N sat on the Haydens’ couch as her friend walked around her apartment.
“He gets to bed at-”
“Seven, you know Blaise, I have babysitted Seany before, I know the drill: Dinner’s at 5, so that’s out of the way, if he’s hungry I can give him some fruits, bedtime’s at seven, but it’s no crisis if it gets closer to eight, and there’s food for me in the fridge for me to take whenever I want. I’m not the teenager neighbor you had to book last minute, B,” It was Blaise and Hunter’s date night, and as usual Y/N was there to babysit ‘lil Sean.

“Of course, of course! I’m so sorry, just a bit nervous,” Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend, this was what happened each time, and Blaise would always start excusing herself for not 'trusting you enough’. This time, the difference was that Y/N managed to make that part take less time, and she pushed her almost hyperventilating best friend out the door to her husband.

“…And the Flash saves the day yet again,” Y/N closed her laptop and looked over to the other end of the couch, where the Flash’s biggest fan of the age of 3 laid with a clear view to her feet.
“Kiddo, that was the last article, sorry bud,”
“Have you checked Iris West?” What that still amazed Y/N about Sean, was that in spite of his lack of abilities when it came to naming the alphabet, and counting to fifteen like the other kids, he had this huge interest in The Flash – which made him speak of certain journalists as if he knew them.
“We just read Iris West, Seany, I’m sorry,“

“What does yours say, aunty Y/N?” Sean looked at her wrist, which Y/N huffed at. 'What is it with this world? Why are everyone so eager on those stupid tattoos?’ But she pulled herself together and forced a smile.
"You see, Sean, aunt Y/N isn’t as lucky as all the other ones, her tattoo doesn’t work,”
“It doesn’t?” The little boy looked up at her with big, worried eyes, which by some way made Y/N feel bad for him.
“No, but I’m sure yours work! Mommy’s and daddy’s worked, I’m just a bit less lucky,”

“Do you think the Flash has a tattoo?” Sean asks, which make Y/N laugh – if those words had come out of any other’s mouth, she would have rolled her eyes.
“I believe so, yes,”
“You are very pretty, aunty Y/N,” right there was one of the many reasons Y/N loved Sean. Sure, he wasn’t the best at keeping a conversation – that boy was more distracting than any kid Y/n had ever met. But in the end, Sean was this great, funny, bubbly guy that Y/N loved hanging out with.
“Thank you, that was a very nice thing to say, you’re very handsome as well," 
"What if Flash is your soulmate?” Y/N almost choked, but before she could say anything, Sean continued: “Or maybe Patrick, he’s very cool, he works with the big kids,” exhaling, Y/N was relieved her little random, darling duckling was back.

The all too familiar sound of metal meeting glass rang through the room, and so Barry tried his best at not sinking deep into his chair.
“I would like to make a toast…” It was his beautiful best friend, Iris, and her fiancé Eddie’s engagement party, and even though he couldn’t be more happy for the two, he couldn’t shake off the sad feeling in his heart. His parents, his friends – it even seemed like the little kids that were running around had found their partners for life. Barry couldn’t take one step anywhere, without being reminded that he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. 

“You know, I met my mate at the age of 13,” the drunk next to Barry stated.
“I heard the most regular age to meet is between 9 and 23,” Was it Eddie’s cousin that said that?
“How 'bout you, Terry? Found the love of your life yet?” 'How did I even end up here?’ Barry smiled at the old man.
“No, but I-”
“Gary! His name is Gary, grandpa!" 
"I’ll just go and find Iris,” Barry enlightened to the little party, and then left to do just so.

“Barry! Hey, I haven’t seen you at all tonight!” Iris had clearly gotten a few glasses, but when she saw right through the fake smile of Barry Allen, her tipsy state disappeared right away. 
“Uhm, babe, I’ll just go get more ice,” once Eddie had given his wife-to-be a kiss in acknowledgment, the two best friends found their way to the porch.

Iris had a feeling what had caused barry’s light frown but had let him talk out about it anyway. 
“Barry, you’re going to be fine. Look, I’m sure your girl’s just right around the corner, whomever up there would be a real ass if she’s not,” her last comment made Barry smile.
“Yeah, of course,” he nodded, regretting that he’d taken his best friend out of her own engagement party.

It wasn’t an everyday thing for Y/N Y/L/N to go to Tiffany’s to eat her breakfast. Thing is, she always had a wish to do so – let her inner Audrey Hepburn shine. So today, she could happily cross it off her bucket list. What she hadn’t thought of though, was Central City being a slightly criminal city, with many jewelry-loving evil metahumans. So in her little black dress, matching gloves, big dark sunglasses and pearl necklace, Y/N witnessed the first robbery in her life. It will be fine, Y/N. What’s the odds of anyone coming and ripping off your grandmother’s pearls in the middle of the streets? Oh God, what have I ever done to deserve this?’ Y/N thought of her earlier words to herself, almost shaking by the thought of the scene she frightened happening.

She waited for the alarm that never came and looked around herself. One babysitter strolling with a toddler, a man in a suit, and herself – that meant two witnesses if anything happened. When the nanny and the businessman soon disappeared, Y/N decided to try her breakfast at Tiffany’s another time. 'Time to use those ninja-skills you brag about to Sean,’
“Oh hello,” A not-too-friendly voice spoke up behind her. 'Oh merde,' 

Deciding to pretend she hadn’t heard him, Y/N sped up her pace, walking as fast as a girl in heels could. Suddenly she felt her necklace get pulled backward so hard she got troubles breathing, making her whole body follow.
“That’s some lovely piece of woman your jewelry got there,” that must have been the lamest, creepiest pick-up line Y/N had ever heard. With no one in sight, she tried her best to distract his attention away from robbing her. But instead of saying: “The pearls were my grandmothers”, whimpers escaped her lips.
“Flash,” the meta behind her seemed both tense and annoyed. If she could, Y/N would have breathed out in relief, but that being difficult, she tried her best just breathing normally.

Usually, when Barry went into Flash-mode, he didn’t notice the ones around him that weren’t in danger. His eyes were on the metas, and the metas only, so when he was done defeating the telekinesis, had sped him off to the old particle accelerator, his next task was at hand: Double check on the wounded. Though when he did came back, there weren’t many people at the crime-scene.
“Wow…” Barry said quietly, taking in the rich girl’s appearance. Her hair was sat up in a weird, kind of snobbish way, but that suited her in a way. And her lips! Her beautiful, pink lips, parted a bit because of the shock probably. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the color of her, most likely, stunning eyes. The pearls were placed against her collarbones perfectly, and along with the black dress she looked very put together: Very higher-class: Very not the kind of people Barry hung out with – or were in his league.

At that same time, Y/N had just thawed from her frozen state: It was actually the Flash. He was in front of her. And before she could stop herself, the words spilled form her lips:
“Holy shit it’s him,” All she could think about was the face behind the mask. Would his smile match the warm, green and kind eyes? Would his personality do as well? Would he be a stuck up jerk, or the nicest guy possible? She wanted to see him, the real hero under the suit. Though just when she saw a blurred picture of him opening his mouth, Y/N lost control of her now numb body, and passed out.

“Now that’s one fine looking lady you got there, Bar,” Joe said, looking over to the other room at the rich girl. 
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” Cisco sucked on his lollypop while following Joe’s gaze. She’d been unconscious for about an hour, and Barry still hadn’t moved his attention from the sleeping beauty.
“Yeah…” He had answered, hoping for just that.

Y/N had found out, the hard way, that it was a terrible thing to pass out. Not only the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to see for seconds before she lost it, but also losing control of her legs. When she heard unfamiliar voices around her, Y/N decided it was for the best not to open her eyes completely just yet.
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” 'Oh dear God. I’m in my Holly-costume,“
"Yeah…” 'This honestly can’t get worse’Y/N kept thinking about the endless choices of near futures she had. Her rescuers could be kidnappers. The kidnappers could jury her in many ways, and considering her choice of outfit, robbery didn’t seem impossible. 'Oh please God almighty, please say they’re not rapists!’
"Hey, is it normal for unconscious people to have nightmares?” 'Crap, Blaise was right, I really need to work on my poker face! God dammit Y/N!’ Deciding her little act didn’t hold, Y/N opened her eyes, the first thing she saw being a wrist with black ink.

“Wow…” That was the second time that day. Barry just couldn’t stop himself, her eyes… They were the absolute perfect shade of Y/E/C. 
“Shit,” the stranger girl’s words were almost impossible to catch, but Barry did, and saw her eyes glued on his tattoo. His eyebrows furrowed, what was she doing? But once their eyes locked for what had to be the third time that day, he understood.
“It’s you,” he stated. His soulmate nodded.
“I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,” She whispered, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Barry Allen,” at that he closed the gap. They kissed. Her on the bed, and him hovering over her. It didn’t take may minutes before Cisco made a big deal out of it.
“I told you, man!” He outed right after a wolf whistle. And the happy couple smiled. They had finally found each other. After all that time.


A/N: The hard part of writing such clichés as a soulmate imagine, is that it’s almost impossible to write good! SO I hope the cuteness (hopefully there’s some cuteness in here…) made up for the bad writing and crappy ending:))


Kakashi requested by raikis (︶ω︶)

Even Angels Sin

Originally posted by visual-17

Pairing: JoshuaxReader
Genre: Smut. Smut. And more smut.
Summary: He behaves like an angel when you two are around other people, but when you are alone, his personality changes. Nobody knows his true colors, but it is only a matter of time before his secret is released.
Warnings: Daddy Kink, public sex
A/N: Wow I felt weird writing this about my angel. But hey, I write what you guys want.

“Ooh, Ooh, I’m just tryna get you in the mood. Ooh, Ooh, baby just show me what it do. Now blow it like a flute. Ooh ohh. Ooh ooh oooooohh” You sang, making subtle eye contact with your boyfriend Joshua. Through the years, you had become very close with Joshua and all the other members. So anytime they have a group outing, you are always invited. Tonight, Seungcheol decided to treat everyone to a night in a karaoke room, and you being the extra person you are, you had to choose the most sexual song in the song bank when it was your turn.

Your turn was over and you took your seat next to Joshua. As for relationship, he usually took the “I’m a pure innocent child of Jesus” role and you usually took the “lol you said the number 69 I am dying of laughter” role. But when you two were alone, those roles did not apply. None of the other members new how twisted his mind was, the perverted things he constantly thought, or how fucking kinky he was. Yes, Joshua Hong, the pure Christian boy who went to church every Sunday was actually an avid sinner. In front of everyone else he would only go as far as to wrap his arm around your shoulder or hold your hand, but when you were alone, he had no boundaries.

“That was a very suggestive song you chose up there.” He said, cracking open a cold one.

“Yeah it was. I can tell you liked it though. And since when do you drink in public?” You asked him.

“First of all, I don’t approve of a young lady singing such a song in front of men who are older – and younger – than her, and second of all, I am not drinking liquid sin, I am drinking a Fanta Orange Soda.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Alright.” You said, making yourself comfortable as he wrapped his arm around you. 

“GUYS!!! JOSHUA AND ____ ARE HAVING SEX AVERT YOUR EYES!” Minghao screamed at the top of his lungs. The rest of the guys broke out in laughter while Joshua’s face turned red. To further your boyfriend’s embarrassment, you began to sexually moan as loud as you could.

“Uhhh…Oh Josh….Oh yes….Uhhh!” You sang out as the boys fell over with laughter once more. Joshua looked at you, his eyes were dark. 

“You’ve gone too far, babygirl.” He thought. He was going to wreck you. But not tonight, he knew you would be horny after this, and in order to punish you correctly, he needed to hold off.

“Well, I think that is enough for tonight. ___ and I will be heading home, I’ll see you guys before the concert tomorrow.” Joshua said, standing up. He firmly grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room and shutting the door. 

“Man…Josh must be on his period.” Jun joked after the door was abruptly shut.

“What the fuck were you doing in there, ___?” Joshua said, shutting his side of the door. You fastened your seatbelt, you knew you were in for a talk.

“Sorry! Is it a crime for a girl to want to joke around with her boyfriend and his friends in a casual manner? I don’t know why you act like such a fucking prude around them, because that is not who you are. Its actually kind of frustrating, you know that? God.” You huffed, crossing your arms and looking out the window.

“Are you talking back to Daddy?” He asked you. You did not respond and continued looking out the window. 

“Oh you are ignoring Daddy now? Look at me.” He said, turning your face towards his. 

“You are already being punished for what you did in there. Unless you want me to fuck you senseless while everyone watches tomorrow, I suggest you start listening to Daddy.” Joshua said sternly.

“What are you going to do, tie me up and fuck me on stage in front of all your fans?” You asked with a tinge of attitude.

“I will if I have to babygirl, so don’t test me.” He said, putting the car in gear. The ride home was silent. He was thinking about what he would do to you tomorrow and you were thinking about him fucking you when you got home. 

“Daddy,” you said, breaking the silence, “Are you going to punish me when I get home?” You said, wanting to know everything he was going to do to you.

“No princess. When we get home, we are going straight to bed.” He said, pushing down harder on the gas pedal. You huffed and looked out the window. Why was he always like this? One minute he is a pure angel, the next minute he is so dirty and sinful. He only shows his true colors to you, his best friends don’t even know what he is really like. It is only a matter of time before they find out, Joshua can’t keep himself hidden for much longer.

You woke up the next morning to the sun shining on your face. You sat up and looked around, Joshua must have left for rehearsal already. You checked the time, it was 1:00 pm. “Fuck.” You said to yourself as you hopped out of bed. You took a quick shower and got yourself ready in a matter of minutes. Joshua would be so mad if you were late to his concert. Rehearsal was already half way over, you needed to get there quick. You got in your car and began to drive to the stadium, only to be met with typical Seoul traffic. “God fucking dammit! I’m in for one now.” You said, as you looked at the never ending line of cars in front of you. The show starts in 2 hours, and you were 45 minutes away from the stadium. You picked up your phone and began to text Joshua. 

Me: Hey, I’m stuck in some really bad traffic. I might be late to your concert.

Joshua: Babygirl I don’t wanna have to keep punishing you. Get here before the concert or you are in trouble.

You sat in the traffic for about 45 minutes before it started to clear up. And as soon as the cars were moving at a decent pace, you made it your mission to get to the concert as fast as you could. You became one of those assholes who dodged and weaved through the traffic, it was almost time for the concert to start. 

You arrived at the stadium with 15 minutes to spare. You ran backstage to see Joshua, to show him that you hadn’t failed him.

“Babygirl! You made it on time!” He whispered in your ear as he gave you a hug. He pulled away and grabbed your hand, “Follow me.” He said. You were lead inside of the wardrobe closet, when you were both inside he closed the door. 

“Pants off now.” He said. You obeyed him and undressed your bottom half. He stuck his finger in between your legs, testing the waters. 

“Alright babygirl, here is whats going to happen. I’m going to fuck you here, and you can’t make a single sound, okay?” He said, voice deep and full of lust. You nodded your head. You heard his zipper unzip and you felt his tip teasing your entrance. Suddenly you felt a sharp slap at your ass, you let out a moan. Joshua’s hand covered your mouth as he pushed into you with one thrust, stretching you out. 

“I said no noises.” He said, roughly pounding into you. Your hands slammed against the wall as he mercilessly fucked you. One of his hands made a fist in your hair and pulled your head back. His pace quickened along with his breathing, you could tell he was close. 

“I’m just getting another bowti- OH MY GOD JOSHUA AND ____ ARE HAVING SEX!!” Minghao screamed as he opened the door. Joshua instantly pulled out and you yanked your pants up. 

“Minghao you used that one last night you can’t use it aga- OH MY GOD.” Seungcheol said as he was met to Joshua’s naked lower half, your messily pulled up pants and both of your red cheeks. Joshua and you were frozen in fear as the other members rushed over to see what the fuss was about. After about 30 seconds of pure terror, Joshua pulled up his pants and briefly exited the closet with you while the other members laughed. 

“Man, looks like we were wrong about Josh. By the way he was holding her by the hair I bet he is pretty kinky.” Jun said. 

With a red face and a hard dick, Joshua walked on stage to perform. You were going to have a long night ahead of you, but that is okay. At least his friends knew his true colors now, but god you would never hear the end of this.

Thank you so much @kpopadmin for the request!


Damon: “If I’m going to feel guilty about something, then I’m going to feel guilty about this.”

Elena (in her head): *I have lost the ability to speak. Also, WOW. I’m glad my knees are shaking so badly otherwise I’d be running after him*


“You just don’t get it!” Patricia yelled. She threw up her hands in disbelief as she stormed out the room. Honestly she was right, Sean didn’t get it. “Just buy a non-slutty costume. Like it’s that fucking easy.” She was still busy mocking his suggestion.

When Sean went to buy his Halloween costume he didn’t even realize what he picked up. He just wanted a police costume for the party. But when they got home Patricia noticed that he’d bought a sexy police man’s costume, only to be more annoyed that it looked exactly like the non-sexy policeman uniform.

“Guys are so fucking lucky. They don’t have to worry about things like this. They can go however they want and no one says shit,” she was still storming around the room. Sean had realized long ago just to let it slide. It was so much better watching her throw her stuff at the walls than at him.

But as he kept his mouth shut he couldn’t help but remember the person selling him the costume saying something weird. Something about it being a magic costume shop or whatever. It was pretty close to Halloween so why wouldn’t the owner try to add a little fantasy to his day. When Sean bought the costume the owner told him to enjoy being what he’d chosen. All Sean could do was smile at the older man. Something that older man was really getting him into the spirit of Halloween.

He felt really good until he actually tried the costume on. It was at least a size too large on him. Even after working out for the last year he knew that it wouldn’t fit him right. Despite it’s large size, he didn’t seem to mind too much. There was a part of him that had to admit he felt a little sexy in it. Sean wasn’t sure where that thought would have come from. Normally he never thought of himself as a very sexy person but this costume seemed to really be doing it for him. He looked down at his lightly muscled arms but they looked a little different, fuller.

He stepped back to get a better view of his body. The costume seemed to be fitting him differently. His body was starting to fill it up. Sean grunted, for a second he felt a strange wave come over his body. He jerked forward feeling a surge of energy fill him up. “Fuck,” he swore gripping the sink in front of him. The wave of energy hit him again forcing him to hump the air. “Shit!” he cursed again. But with each thrust he could feel his body getting bigger. He was stronger. It was so weird watching the muscles form in front of his eyes.

His shoulders broadened while his chest pushed its way forward. His upper body filled the uniform out. He could feel his skin pushing against the fabric threatening to tear it at any moment. The blond shaggy hair he let cover his ears turned dark and styled itself on his head. He watched as ink filled his bare arms filling the solid color with an array of designs.

“Wow…” he let out a solid breath that turned into a chuckle. He really did look like a sexy policeman. His firm muscles were eye catching. He was built like a rock and could easily tackle someone if need be. His glare caught him off guard though. The stern serious stare that looked like it looked into people’s souls. He had to take a picture.

Patricia however walked in and let out a groan. “Fucking really? Everything makes guys look sexy!” She left the room still complaining. However as Sean reexamined his body, he couldn’t help but feel that he’s what made the costume look sexy.

Don’t You Get It? (Tim Drake x Reader)

Request: “31 with Tim from the x prompt please.” from anon

Prompt: “Jealousy is an ugly color on you.”

A/N: I’m a slow writer i know.

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“Tim, what has gotten into you?”

Tim rolled his eyes and ignored you, flipping through the tv channels. You sighed and pursed your lips. He’s been acting this way ever since you arrived home after your date, which sucked big time.

The next five minutes, you just kept trying to make him talk to you. You stood in front of the tv, but that didn’t bother him, he treated you like you were a transparent ghost. No matter what you did, he still ignored you.

You sat back next to him on the couch and started poking his shoulder, “Why is you like this?”

He glanced at you for about 5 seconds and looked back at the tv. Your jaw dropped, “Stop ignoring me, Tim!”

He rolled his eyes again, “Why wont you call that idiot date of yours since you want attention so much?”

You raised an eyebrow, “Tim…are you jealous?”

He scoffed, knitting his eyebrows together and turned his body to finally face you, “Why would I be jealous of a guy who looks like his hair got licked by a cow?!”

You couldn’t help but laugh. He was so right. Even though he was right, you can tell he’s still totally jealous, “Wow…jealousy is an ugly color on you.”

“I’m not jealous!”

Unwanted memories started flooding your thoughts, making you cringe in disgust, “My date tonight was so weird, beyond weird.”

He turned back to face the tv, “How weird?” He grumbled.

You sighed, “He ordered milk for dinner, Tim.”

Tim bursted out in laughter, “He what?!”

“Yup, you heard that right.”

Tim held his stomach as he kept on laughing. You grinned, feeling accomplished that he’s back to acting like himself, “I still don’t know why you’re jealous, I mean it’s not like you’re in love with me or anything.”

Tim’s laughter faded. He gulped and turned off the tv, “You…you just don’t get it, don’t you?”

“Get what?”

“I am in love with you, (Y/N).”


@afterhoursanimationschool Inktober Prompt 6: The Low Point

Black and White would be very happy together if Color Wheel Society didn’t tear them apart. As it is, they’re good Frenemies who would never hurt each other…

…until they’re inevitably forced to choose between the color they care about and the right thing to do.

ML Fluff Month Day 28 || I Got This For You, But...

When Chloé accidentally causes Nathanaël to drop his sketchbook in a puddle, she goes a bit overboard when trying to replace it.

Rated G || 726 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

After a Rainstorm

Nathanaël was pissed. After The Great Sketchbook Fiasco of 2017 that had occurred the previous day, he had some choice words for one Chloé Bourgeois.

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i need u: japanese || korean 

dodie clark originals | sentence meme.


  • ❛ i feel like a six out of ten. ❜
  • ❛ i gotta get up early tomorrow again. ❜
  • ❛ what goes on behind the words? ❜
  • ❛ can you see the panic inside? ❜
  • ❛ i’m making you uneasy, aren’t i? ❜
  • ❛ i’ll close my mouth, i won’t say a word. ❜
  • ❛ i know that you don’t want me here. ❜

a non love song from nashville.

  • ❛ it’s time to go back to you know where. ❜
  • ❛ stop, no, you’re not allowed to think that. ❜
  • ❛ don’t imagine what could have been. ❜
  • ❛ just a memory now. ❜
  • ❛ you fool, how dare you trust fate! she’s not that kind. ❜
  • ❛ you stepped off the edge but you didn’t check where you’d fall. ❜
  • ❛ and now look at what you’ve done. ❜
  • ❛ this will all just end in flames. ❜
  • ❛ where’s that self control that you preach? ❜

dear happy.

  • ❛ i missed you dearly. ❜
  • ❛ is our time fleeting? ❜
  • ❛ is even meeting a healthy idea, or am i getting too near? ❜
  • ❛ don’t try to fight it. i’m here for tonight. ❜
  • ❛ and i’ll be waiting for you until we meet again. ❜
  • ❛ i know it’s scary, but don’t be wary. ❜
  • ❛ if we don’t have that long, let’s not waste it feeling wrong. ❜
  • ❛ this isn’t the end, i’m your lifelong friend. ❜
  • ❛ sure, it’s been a while, but i’ll be here when you smile. ❜
  • ❛ would you mind staying? ❜
  • ❛ it’s getting late, but i will visit you soon. ❜
  • ❛ so just try to get through. ❜


  • ❛ i wanna pick you up and scoop you out. ❜
  • ❛ i want the secrets your secrets haven’t found. ❜
  • ❛ paint me in trust, i’ll be your best friend. ❜
  • ❛ call me the one, this night just can’t end. ❜
  • ❛ will you share your soul with me? ❜
  • ❛ unzip your skin and let me have a see. ❜
  • ❛ oh, i’m so human. we’re just human. ❜
  • ❛ lean for me, and i’ll fall back. ❜
  • ❛ you’ll fit so nicely, you’ll keep me intact. ❜
  • ❛ i want to give you your grin. ❜
  • ❛ so tell me you can’t bear a room that i’m not in. ❜


  • ❛ you and i, safe from the world. though the world will try. ❜
  • ❛ oh, i’m afraid of the things in my brain. ❜
  • ❛ but we can stay here and laugh away the fear. ❜
  • ❛ you create a rarity of my genuine smiles. ❜
  • ❛ can you drink all my thoughts? cause i can’t stand them. ❜
  • ❛ i’ve pinned each and every hope on you. ❜
  • ❛ i hope that you don’t bleed with me. ❜

one for the road.

  • ❛ well, you moved on ridiculously quick. ❜
  • ❛ so much for hopeless romantic. ❜
  • ❛ don’t get me wrong, i’m happy you found someone else to screw around. ❜
  • ❛ just goes to show, i’m better off without you. ❜
  • ❛ leave me alone, but i’m not alone. ❜
  • ❛ i got friends to help me through. i’d rather be with them than you! ❜
  • ❛ how weird to see your true colors show. ❜
  • ❛ i didn’t think you’d go so low. ❜
  • ❛ don’t you dare think you cause me stress. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll rip our letters, you rip her dress. ❜
  • ❛ remember when we kissed that night, remember when you held me tight. ❜
  • ❛ remember you and me, oh wow. that’s all out the window now. ❜

sick of losing soulmates.

  • ❛ god knows where i would be if you hadn’t found me sitting all alone in the dark. ❜
  • ❛ watch how a cold broken teen will desperately lean on a super glued human of proof. ❜
  • ❛ brave face talk so lightly, hide the truth. ❜
  • ❛ cause i’m sick of losing soulmates, so where do we begin? ❜
  • ❛ cause i’m sick of losing soulmates, won’t be alone again. ❜
  • ❛ i can finally see, you’re as fucked up as me. so how do we win? ❜
  • ❛ we will grow old as friends. i’ve promised that before. ❜
  • ❛ time and hearts will wear us thin, so which path will you take? ❜
  • ❛ cause we both know a break does exactly what it says on the tin. ❜
  • ❛ i won’t take no for an answer. ❜

Prequel Star Wars baes<3 <3 <3

Quick WIP test run sketches. I struggle so much with bearded men, i’m so sorry Obi and Qui ;A; But at the same time, this feels oddly surreal, I absolutely COULD NOT draw people when last time I was in the SW fandom…

The One Surprising Thing Top Models Have in Common

Ten years ago, Kloss booked her very first campaign with Olivier Theyskens, then a rising young star who was transforming the house of Nina Ricci. “Mario Sorrenti was shooting, and I had these big, crazy shoes on and was dancing like I was a ballerina,” she recalls. “They thought I was some tall, skinny girl from the Midwest, so I don’t think they were expecting me to do all these weird, cool shapes. But they were clapping by the end.” And she remains loyal to Theyskens, who after turns at Ricci and Theory is launching a signature collection this spring. “I love working with new designers,” says Kloss. “There’s a lot of pressure - you have to be really responsible if you’re going after a big job and at the same time still be able to dream and not color inside the lines.” Her own style walks a similarly fine line between the restraint of classic silhouettes and the wow factor of playful accessories. “I’m obviously enormously tall,” she says, “so I like keeping a casual look but edging it up in certain ways.”

(Kloss wears Olivier Theyskens dress, blouse, and sandals; Jennifer Fisher earrings; Cartier ring) (x)