yeah so i actually feel kind of pretty here

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Here we have a small selection of my Walter Worker cosplay, that I will be bringing to Weekend at the Asylum Steampunk Festival this year! I kind of promised someone that I would bring it, so I better keep my promise and do so~ I’ve made the dress myself, and I’m very proud of it. I actually feel very pretty in this, to be honest, and it’s really rare that I like how I look in dresses. But yeah, I just felt like uploading this. I can’t wait to wear it for The Asylum!

Stiles- I Kind Of Needed It Too

Request-  (This might be long sorry about that) could you do one where you’re Derek’s daughter but like he doesn’t know you exist because when your mother found out she kinda ran off but now you’re older you come back looking for him and you ask Scott and the pack for help (as Derek went off with Braeden somewhere) and they’re all kinda shocked and they make Stiles like babysit you one night to make sure they can trust you and you and stiles hit it off (your imagines r so great ily)

A/N- Thanks hun ily too. I really liked this request (kinda made me miss Derek to be honest) and I hope you’re happy with it!

You walked up the seemingly endless metal steps, your boots thumping in the empty stairwell. While the elevator in the apartment complex was broken, you were grateful for the long walk to the top floor. It gave you time to practice what you were going to say, the words you had been thinking about over and over for the past few days.
Hi my name is Y/n, you began in your head. No, that’s not good.
You shook your head softly, trying to come up with something better than just your name. From what you had heard about the person you were looking for, he would probably slam the door in your face if you started off with that.  Are you Derek Hale? I’m Y/n…I’m your daughter.
“Yeah, that’s great,” you muttered to yourself. “Start off with ‘I’m your long lost kid’.”
As you made a move to climb another step, your foot fell through the air, letting you know that there were no more to take. You blinked as you realized you were standing in front of an enormous, rusted metal door.
Homey, you thought to yourself, looking down at the piece of paper clutched in your hand. You had the name of the apartment complex and you knew this loft was your destination, but you hadn’t really known what to expect. Of course you hadn’t been expecting some big house with a white picket fence, complete with a brand new family welcoming you home with open arms, but still. This was a little sketchy.
From what your adoptive parents had told you, you were the product of a teenage one-night stand about fifteen years ago. You were pretty young to be going off to look for your father on your own, but you had been waiting your whole life to find your parents. When your search for your mother revealed that she had died in a car accident a few years ago, you made it your mission to find your father, especially since you had a supernatural connection.
You doubted he even knew about you, but one of his uncles had. He had been involved in the adoption when you were only a few weeks old, and when you called him looking for answers, he had given you Derek’s address. Derek Hale. Your father.
The name sounded strange on your tongue and it seemed even stranger  that a man you didn’t even know could have that much of a connection to you. The again, that was the nature of the beast you were living with, and you were determined to make the best of it.
You stood in front of the door and took one last deep breath before reaching up to knock. Before you could start, though, you realized you could hear voices from inside, shouting and laughing. You swallowed, knowing that the mood inside that apartment was about to be killed by what you would bring.
You figured you could always go back your adoptive parents a few towns over. The drive wasn’t that long to begin with and you could always come back another day, but it occurred to you that you didn’t want to. You had waited long enough to meet your father and now that you were there, standing on his doorstep, there was no turning back.
At the sound of your knuckles rapping on the door, the voices inside the loft ceased their murmuring.
“Is that the pizza?” a voice wondered aloud.
“Nah, dude, we just ordered it,” another voice answered. “I’ll get it.”
You stood there, staring at the door quizzically. The voices of the two boys you heard inside didn’t sound old enough to be your father. Maybe he had visitors?
You didn’t exactly have any more time to think about it, because suddenly the rusty door was sliding open.
“H-” a tall boy with brown hair began, but when he caught sight of you his tone turned suspicious. “Hey, can I help you?”
“Does Derek Hale live here?” you asked, cutting right to the chase.
“Yes?” the boy offered questioningly.
“You don’t sound sure,” you remarked with a raised eyebrow.
“N-no,” he stuttered. “I’m sure. Derek does live here.”
“Stiles, who is it?” a voice called back from inside.
When you looked in the direction of the voice, you saw another boy leaning over the couch in the center of the room. When he turned, the two other people on the couch turned as well, and you saw a girl with bright, strawberry blonde hair and another with short, dark locks.
“It’s a girl!” Stiles called back, paying very little attention to the other boy.
“I’m guessing Derek isn’t here,” you stated, your eyes moving down to the floor.
“Not right now, no,” he told you. “But he’ll be back soon.”
“How soon?” you asked him.
Stiles blinked. “Why?”
You sighed. “I really need to talk to him.”
“And why is that?”
“You ask a lot of questions,” you stated.
“Well, can you blame me?” Stiles asked. “A pretty stranger shows up out of nowhere, asking about my friend. Don’t I have a right to be suspicious?”
You frowned and something in your expression reminded Stiles of something he had seen a thousand times before. Before he could point it out, you began to back away.
“I’ll come back later,” you stated.
“No, wait!” Stiles cried. “Look, uh, whatever it is, I can help you. Sorry if I was rude before…we just haven’t had friendly visitors in the past.”
“You’re looking for Derek?” a voice behind him asked, and you looked past him to see the other boy walking toward you.
He was a little taller than Stiles, with a tanner complexion and a slightly crooked jaw. He had warm brown eyes and he wore an expression of concern. For some reason, you felt like you could trust him and judging by the smell, he was a werewolf too.
“Yeah,” you told him. “Do you know when he’s getting back?”
“He should be here tomorrow,” he told you. “Can I ask why you’re looking for him?”
You sighed, looking out over the faces of everyone staring at you. “I’m pretty sure he’s my dad.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Stiles breathed as he sat in the chair across from you. “You’re telling me that Derek-big, gruff, never smiles ever-is your dad? That’s…actually not surprising.”
“If that’s what he’s like,” you stated with a shrug. “I’ve never actually met him.”
You took a bite of your pizza, eyeing the group of people sitting on the couch and chairs around you. The food had arrived a few minutes after you did, so you and Scott’s pack were currently crowded into Derek’s living room, talking and eating.
“And when exactly did this happen?” the boy you now knew as Scott asked. “I mean, Derek would have to have been our age, maybe even younger.”
“From what his uncle told me, his girlfriend had just died and he was trying to have some fun. He went to a party and my mom was there, and you can guess the rest. When she found out she was pregnant, she didn’t get a chance to tell him before the fire. After that, she didn’t want to dump that on him and she didn’t want to be a single parent, so she left Beacon Hills and gave me up. She died a few years ago in a car accident.”
“I’m so sorry,” Scott told you quietly.
You shook your head softly and suddenly any appetite you had was gone. “I didn’t know her.”
“Wait,” the brunette girl, Malia said. “Which Uncle?”
“As far as I know he only has one,” you stated. “His name is Peter.”
Malia huffed. “Great.”
“Am I missing something?” you asked.
“Peter is Malia’s dad,” Stiles stated.
“Wait, then that means-”
“You and Malia are related,” Lydia finished for you, picking at her nails.
“Do you…do you not like our family?” you asked Malia.
“No that’s not it,” she said with a sigh. “Peter’s not one of my favorite people. I barely know him. Derek though, he’s a good person. And I don’t really know you, but I’m willing to believe you are too.”
“Uh, thanks,” you said.
“Derek’s been gone with his girlfriend for a while,” Scott explained to you. “Things have been pretty quiet around here lately, so he took some time away. He actually called a few days ago and told us he was coming back tomorrow. We were kind of using his loft for a pizza party.”
“Yeah, don’t mention that when you see him,” Stiles told you, pursing his lips in thought. “That would not go well for us.”
You blinked, staring questioningly at Scott. He gave you a small smile, but you had a feeling Stiles wasn’t kidding. “Uh, I can’t promise he’ll be stoked to see you, but I know he’ll give you a chance.”
“So what you’re saying is, he won’t slam the door in my face, but anything after that you can’t guarantee?” you asked.
“Yeah,” Scott said hesitantly. “You never really know with Derek, but I’m sure he’ll hear you out, Y/n.”
You nodded and rose from the couch.  “I really appreciate this. Thanks for talking to me. ”
“Wait, Y/n,” Scott said. “Where are you staying tonight?”
“I’m not really sure,” you admitted. “I was going to try and find a motel…maybe come back tomorrow.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Stiles told you. “You know, if you wanted to…one of us could stay here with you until Derek shows up.”
You raised your eyebrows. “What?”
“Or…or not,” he said. “I mean, staying in some stranger’s loft might not be your thing, but…”
“Who’s going to stay with her?” Lydia questioned. “I mean, I would offer, but ever since Eichen House my mom has been keeping major tabs on me…despite my being eighteen.”
She muttered this last part, looking at the floor with a roll of her eyes. The Alpha sighed and looked from Lydia to Malia, who simply shrugged. She might have been your family, but she wasn’t exactly looking forward to introducing you to Derek. She had had enough parental drama for a lifetime and she didn’t want to get mixed up in anyone else’s.
“I’ll do it,” Stiles announced, looking at all the reluctant faces.
You frowned. “Are you sure? You don’t even know me.”
“You seem pretty normal to me,” he pointed out. “I mean, as long as you’re not going to wolf out and eat me, I think we’re good.”
“Great,” Scott said, clapping his hands together. “That’s settled then. I guess we’ll clear out in a little bit.”
You nodded and sank back into the couch as Scott and his pack chatted around you. Every few minutes, you’d feel the familiar itch of someone’s eyes on you and you’d look over to find Stiles turning away. You shook your head softly, wondering if he trusted you or not. You realized he had probably only offered to stay with you to keep an eye on you. You couldn’t exactly blame him, seeing as you were a new werewolf in a town that had been threatened so many times. Still, you hoped it wouldn’t cloud his judgement of you, and you hoped it wouldn’t cloud Derek’s either.

You walked out of Derek’s bathroom after brushing your teeth, tugging the old t-shirt that acted as a pajama top down over your stomach. You padded back down the swirling staircase and stepped into the wide open first floor, only to find Stiles laying out a sleeping bag directly across from the couch.
“What are you doing?” you asked him, raising your eyebrows.
“Laying out my sleeping bag?” he offered questioningly.
“I thought we agreed that I had a sleeping bag and that I would take the floor,” you told him.
“I think we were arguing about it,” he reminded you. “And then you said ‘This isn’t over, Stilinski’ and you went to brush your teeth.”
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well, what I said still stands. I’m not taking the couch while you take the floor.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because…I don’t know, it just feels weird,” you admitted. “I’m kind of an omega and no matter how annoying and human you are, you’re part a of Scott’s pack.”
“Well I don’t know anything about pack hierarchies,” he told you honestly. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t care. You’re a guest. Well, technically you’re Derek’s guest, and since we both agreed it’d be weird to sleep in his bed, one of us is taking the floor and it’s not going to be you.“
You sighed, looking over at the couch Stiles had already laid a folded blanket on. It did feel weird to be taking the couch, but you had never met a more stubborn person in your life. You had a feeling that you could argue with Stiles until the sun rose and still not be able to change his mind.
“Fine,” you relented, and you snatched the blanket from the couch. “But if you snore I’m going to drag you outside.”
Stiles shook his head. “You’re definitely Derek’s daughter.”
You swallowed as you laid down on the couch, pulling the blanket over your shoulders. You turned toward Stiles and watched as he wriggled into his sleeping bag, a slight frown on your face. “How well do you know him?”
“Derek?” Stiles asked, looking up at you from the floor. “Uh, pretty well I guess. All of this supernatural crap has brought everyone a lot closer, I think. I met him like two years ago. I kind of thought he was a serial killer for a really long time, but he’s really not that bad. He’s a little broody, I mean, he’s been through a lot. But sometimes he’ll laugh or smile, and you know he can be a happy guy. He just has to warm up to you.”
“Do you think he’ll warm up to me?” you asked softly.
Stiles was silent, and you blinked, cursing yourself for getting so personal. “Nevermind. That was stupid.”
“No, no,” Stiles assured you. “It wasn’t stupid. It’s just, I don’t know you very well, and I don’t know how Derek will react to the fact that he has a kid. But I’ve only known you for a little bit, and I already like you. So if you just keep being you and hope for the best, I think it’ll work out alright.”
“Thanks,” you whispered. “I just…I didn’t get the chance to meet my mom. And my adoptive parents, they’re great, there’s just a lot of us there. It’s easy to get left out and I’ve always wondered what my life would have been like if I had met my real parents. I feel like I’ve missed out on a lot, like…like they’ve missed out on a lot.”
“I know how you feel,” Stiles said softly. “My mom’s dead too. She died when I was eight.”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “And…and I know you must have heard that a thousand times.”
“Yeah,” he said. “But I know what you mean. I wish she was here to see me, you know? And maybe she can see me, I don’t know, but I wish I could have shared all of this with her. I didn’t know about the supernatural until a few years ago, but it’s totally flipped my life upside down. Some of it’s been good and some of it’s been bad, but I just wish I could talk to her, you know?”
“Yeah,” you agreed. “I know exactly how you feel.”
You sniffed, realizing that you were starting to cry. You closed your eyes, trying to will away the tears, but what Stiles was saying hit home. You could definitely understand what he was saying, and you knew he was no stranger to wishing for things he could never have. There were so many things that could have been, so many things that should have been, but life just hadn’t dealt you those cards.
You laid there in silence for a few seconds, but then you heard Stiles shifting on the floor. A loud zipping noise cut through the quiet of the loft, and you watched as he wriggled out of the sleeping bag. You sat up as he walked over and sat next to you, pulling you into a tight hug. You froze at first, a little startled, but you quickly wrapped your arms around him.
“Uh, thanks,” you sniffed, your cheeks red from embarrassment at crying in front of someone who was practically a stranger. You didn’t normally do that, but considering the situation you were in, it shouldn’t have surprised you.
“No problem,” he murmured as he pulled away. “You looked like you needed that. And to be honest, I kind of needed it too.”
You nodded and leaned against the couch, your shoulder touching Stiles’.
“And hey, don’t worry about Derek,” he told you, gazing at you with those warm brown eyes. “He might be a little standoffish at first, but he’s lost a lot of his family. Don’t let how he acts fool you. I know he’d do anything to gain some back.”
You nodded. “Thank you.”
You sighed and closed your eyes, exhaustion finally overtaking you. At that point you didn’t care that you barely knew Stiles or that you were about to fall asleep on his shoulder. All that mattered was that you had found someone you could connect with and that hadn’t happened to you in a long time. You just hoped that you could connect with Derek too.

“What the hell is this?” you awoke to hear a voice snarling. “Stiles!”
You blinked awake, your eyes going wide as you caught sight of the tall, enraged-looking man standing in front of the couch. You immediately pushed away from Stiles, whose face had been buried in your shoulder as he slept.
“Stiles,” you hissed, shoving him in the shoulder.
“Huh-what?” he mumbled, opening his bleary eyes and looking up at who you could only assume was Derek Hale. “Oh, hey Derek…Derek!”
He suddenly bolted awake, sitting straight up against the couch. “Hey, uh, I know this looks-”
“What the hell are you doing in my loft?” he demanded, his green eyes filled with anger.. “With a girl?”
“See, it’s a funny story,” he began to explain. “I was here last night with Scott and the others, and Y/n here knocked on the door. She was looking for you, but she didn’t have anywhere to stay, so…”
Derek’s icy gaze flashed to you. “You were looking for me? Why?”
“I…” you began as you stood up, suddenly finding yourself at a loss for words. “I, um, I needed to ask…I needed to tell you…”
You swallowed, realizing that Derek was staring at you like you were stupid. His eyebrows were raised, his gaze was accusing, and you suddenly realized you never should have come here in the first place.
Just as you were beginning to doubt your decision, you felt a warm hand on your back and you looked over to see Stiles staring at you with a reassuring smile. You took a deep breath, remembering what he had said about not letting Derek fool you. You didn’t know how he was going to react and you didn’t know what would happen, but as Stiles rested his hand on your back, you realized you had at least one person rooting for you.
“I’m Y/n,” you stated as you looked up at Derek’s face, the one that, now that you thought about it, was quite similar to yours. “And I’m pretty sure you’re my father.”

anonymous asked:

hey! I love your prompts and i want to ask if you got some prompts in a zombie apocalypse AU where Person A is a protective sentient zombie (they cant talk in full sentences but they manage to say some words here and there) and Person B is a smol survivor trying to live. Thanks <3

Thank you, and I actually find Zombie Apocalypse AUs kind of interesting, and well, having a word limit for one character also gives me something to think about..so let’s see what I can do: 


1. B:”Hey, what better to protect yourself from zombies then with another zombie. I mean, fight fire with fire, am I right, buddy?” 

A:”….”

B:”Yeah, right, limited word thing, okay, we’ll get there.” 


2.  B:”You know, it’s nice having you around. It feels pretty good to finally have someone to talk to… I just wish you could talk back…” 

A:”…Sorry…” 


3.B:”Okay, stay calm, we’ll be fine, we just.. We just gotta think of a plan.. Okay? Okay. What should we do…” 

A:”You… Run…” 

B:”Yeah, running, running is good. Wait, what? what about you!?” 

A:”…Find… later….Run…Now…” 


4. B:”You shouldn’t have to sacrifice yourself every time we come across a bad situation, just so I can escape…”
A:”..Okay…” 

B:”No, no it’s not okay. I need to learn how to fight, I need to help you just as much as you help me..” 

A:..Dangerous..” 

B:”Yeah, well, if you haven’t noticed, our entire world is pretty dangerous right now. I need to do something.” 


5.B:”I hope… I hope when this is all over…they find a cure for you…” 

A:”…why…” 

B:”Because it’s not your fault this happened to you, and all you have done is protect me and be nice to me. You don’t deserve to die.. Besides…It would be nice to know you, and spend time with you, without you being half dead and without the rest of the world trying to kill us…” 


I hope you like them, and if you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask! 

anonymous asked:

Keep reporting in. At least one stranger would prefer you remain alive.

i’m so grateful for your kindness, thank you babe and i hope you’re well, wherever you are! ❤️

yeah so far most of the pre-impact has been tons of really bizarre tornado activity and massive freak lightning and storming and rainfall since the actual hurricane hasn’t gotten to us quite yet, takin its sweet time, but the worst impact is supposed to be starting early this morning

no power of course bc that went pretty immediately, but i do still have cell service and everyone here has means to charge all their phones w/ backup. really scary spooky apocalyptic-feeling stuff and my mind is reeling but somehow still safe for now thank god

I feel like nobody really cares of me and sees! me. Yeah, I’m here. Why are you not talking to me? I’m not as bad as what you’ve been told. I promise. You don’t have to be afraid of me. So why everybody always is? Hello guys, I won’t bite you. I’m actually pretty kind if you come closer.


[ After the guests left ]


Zoe: Mmmph, babe these kebabs are so good.

Scott: Really? 

Zoe: Yeah, did you use more cayenne?

Scott: Yeah. So…I know that chat was kinda rough but…how are you feeling? You’re kind of acting like…everything is fine.

Zoe: Everything is going to be fine so I’m not worried. There is uh…one more thing.

Scott: Hmm?

Zoe: I think I’m pregnant.

Scott: I’m pretty sure you are.

Zoe: How do you always know before I do?!

Scott: We went over this with Fawn. You actually like my cooking, not to mention you shouldn’t had your period a few weeks ago, you’ve been on my dick incessantly since we moved here, and uh…you’re showing?

Zoe: Really?!

Scott: Yep.

Zoe: Well then…you get the dishes I’ll put the kids down?

Scott: Deal.

4/27/15 Upd8: National Treasure

I don’t have much to say in the way of a preamble here, other then Hussie certainly came through on that ‘tons of dialogue.’

Reaction and speculation below!

So, Vriska knows exactly what’s going on. With the retcon, and John and Roxy means to come from the alt timeline. For some reason, I’m not surprised.

Also, check the Dave-Vriska interaction. It’s…about what I expected actually. Here are a few other gems from this upd8:

Dave is all ‘Yeah you go ahead with your whole ‘leader’ routine I literally don’t give a fuck.’ He is not impressed, and is fairly apathetic (And Vriska is frustrated with said apathy lol). Vriska is the kind of person to go ‘Hey! Look at this!’ Dave pretty much goes, ‘So? Who gives a shit?’ At which point Vriska literally goes ‘ARGH!’ It’s fairly amusing.

Something feels off about this. It’s probably just Tavros being a doormat again. Remember, this guy planned to *marry* Vriska while they were in the dreambubbles:

Next:

Hey, ‘penis ouija’ still happened!:

LIGHT-DORKS, fuck yeah! :D Also confirmed Rose and Vriska nerded out together over the course of the meteor trip.

Also, I’d like to point to the ‘double-handedly’ comment Vriska makes. She’s doesn’t say ‘single-handedly’ to take credit for things. She specifically says Rose deserves as much credit as she does in helping the team.

Another note, looks like Vriska and Kanaya are getting along again:

Next:

Character development, right here. At long last, Vriska has made amends for all the things she’s done.

Hey, look a possible reference!:

Looks like someone might still be a Nic Cage fan!:

I now have a headcanon that Vriska burned through Nic Cage movies during the meteor trip much like Karkat watched Dane Cook movies in the old timeline:

…WAIT A FUCKING SECOND.

The thing with the triangles in [S] MSPA Reader: Mental breakdown was a fucking “National Treasure” reference! God DAMN it Hussie!

What weirds me out more is that whenever I came up with JohnVris fanfic where they watched Nic Cage movies, I had National Treasure be Vriska’s favorite. With ‘ancient puzzles’ and ‘exploration adventure’ it seems like it would be more up her ally then Con Air (John’s favorite). But that’s a bit of a digression.

Also Dave just called Vriska ‘Vris’ as a what I assume is a friendly nickname…What!? There’s a ton of absolutely GOLDEN character interaction here, like hell I’m not going to bask in it!

Wait, WHOA! What do you mean by that!?

Something is going to be happening soon…And it’s sounding like Vriska won’t be around for this ‘huge battle’? Why?

Ah, so that’s what he’s doing. I guess ‘just removing the tiaratop’ wasn’t an option for some reason. Ah well, I trust the literal part super-computer on this.

I can hear all the calls of ‘NOOO Fefetasprite!’ now. But Vriska brings up a fair point here. Erisolsprite was *miserable.* And he specifically called Fefetasprite an ‘unholy combination’:

We never saw Fefeta speak, so we can’t say how she felt about being ‘mixed’ like that. For all we know, she was actually as miserable as Erisolsprite. Yeah, sorry Fefeta fans but I think Vriska is making the right call here.

Speaking from experience, Vriska? See, [S] FLIP.

Hey, look, Vriska’s being NICE. And watch all her haters go ‘Oh she’s being manipulative!’ becuase of course NO ONE, especially Vriska, can possibly be nice without some sort of ulterior motive.

No comment. I was wrong about the fridge.

A reminder to everyone that Karkat actually gave up on leadership in the original timeline too:

Karkat doesn’t *want* leadership anymore. Not in this timeline, and not in the original timeline either. So his ceding leadership to Vriska doesn’t come off as a surprise here.

Again, what are you talking about!? Where are you going?

Look, Vriska has one of the those crab-thingys:

Though it looks like hers is a watch, in contrast to the ‘phone’ Karkat’s is.

And there they are! John and Roxy! Oh man, the next upd8 is going to be good!…Unless there’s a sudden perspective change thought I can’t imagine to what…Calliope and the others, maybe?

(Stiffles JohnVris screaming.)

There was a lot of lampshading of how ‘A bunch of important stuff happened offscreen that we never saw’ as well as ‘Yeah, Vriska’s the leader.’ But really, this is nothing new in terms of Hussie’s storytelling. Hell, he lampshaded this himself in Homosuck!:

We’ve had a bunch of important stuff happen off-screen before. The Vriskagram upd8 did a good job showing us what we needed to know otherwise. I’m saying this because people are complaining about how ‘abrupt’ and ‘out of character’ this is and I’m like ‘Uh, this just seems like Hussie’s typical storytelling to me…’

Anyway, phew! I’m blown away by the ‘National Treasure’ thing, I mean *fuck.* In any case, this was a lot of dialogue as promised. Probably going to be more as this continues. This is going to be fun.

Hope you enjoyed!

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Alrighty, so after deliberating whether or not to write about my night last Friday, I think I’m going to go for it. I hope this doesn’t come across as bragging cause it’s not meant to be, although I don’t know if anyone will even care or read this 😝

So my friend and I got there early, so we had a chance at getting barrier (our venue only held a couple hundred people so we didn’t have to go that early) anyways we ended up getting right in the centre first row, and the barrier was only like a foot away from the stage (we could touch the stage). Anyways they were amazing. And Matty was jumping all around the stage and people were putting their hands up to try to get Matty to grab their hands etc. the only person who’s hand he grabbed was my best friends and he serenaded her while holding her hand and it was adorable. He grabbed her hand also later in the night and like stroked his own arm with it and was like “oooh yeah I like this” and Jess (my friend) was just like yeah Matty do whatever you like 😝

Anyways later, during me, my fave song Matty came and sat right in front of us. (The last picture is just that) and I was filming cause he was so close, and it was my fave song, and in the middle of it Matty grabbed my phone and started filming. I almost started crying cause the song means so much to me, it’s actually saved my life. He just smiled at me, then filmed a bit more then gave me my phone back. (video is posted on my page if you’d like to watch it you can click here). He realized my phone case had him and the boys on it midway through and had the cutest and funniest reaction. Later, after that song Matty was jumping around and he was still had his wine, and as a joke I yelled “Matty give me some of your wine” and I didn’t think he heard me but all of a sudden he came back to me and was like “were you the one wanting wine?” And I said kinda embarrassed “uhm yeah?” And he was like “here” and gave me the bottle and I drank it and gave it back to him. Pretty much made out with Matty right there 😝, still can’t believe I actually yelled that though 🙈 but yeah for some reason my friend and I were the only ones he interacted with in the crowd and I still have no idea how or why but I feel so lucky.

After the concert we stuck around to meet them, and Matty came out first in his fluffy coat. He was really good with everyone, and signed and took pictures with people. I went up to him and got him to sign my phone case, and told him I had a gift for him and to give me a second to find it (I had gifts for all the boys and had to find his) and he was like “oooh what is it what is it? I love gifts I love surprises!” And I gave him a photo book, a letter & a bag of skittles and his smile and reaction was the cutest 😊 he then boarded the bus, and George came out shortly after. I gave George this photo collage I had made for him as well as Hanns and Ross’s in case I didn’t meet them. I also gave him a bag of red vines and he had a right laugh bout it and said “let’s take a picture” and I got a selfie with him &signed my ticket. We waited a bit then Ross and Adam came out but Adam went right to the bus. I gave his Ross his gift which included maltesers and he smiled and then I asked for a selfie and he obliged and signed my ticket. I asked him if hann would be coming back out or not, cause then id give Ross his gift, but he said he would probably be coming out cause otherwise he’d be rude 😝. We waited an hr after but hann never came out he was probs too tired which I totally get, Matty went for a smoke and asked if we were alright, and we just told him we were waiting for Adam and he seemed shocked haha. After his smoke he went back on the bus, and thanked us for coming. Around 230 we gave up on hann unfortunately and went home but it was still SUCH an amazing night and I want to relive it. The guys are such sweethearts.

PS: more pics of the night can be found here and here if you’d like :) 

anonymous asked:

(Does drawing non-porn make us children no matter how old we are? O_o) THIS anon has been following you since the days of your lovely Amon/Li smut! The Undertale fanart was just a nice addition. And I feel the same, I love porn, but I never feel desire to see it in Undertale. It doesn't feel like that kind of story to me.

i don’t know! i guess! or maybe it’s just tumblr - i guess most people here are pretty young so everyone assumes that everyone is (what is that sentence)? but anyway yeah, seeing people go “oh gosh i had no idea you drew/liked dirty things” kinda makes me go “uhhhhhh” because -side-eyes non-undertale art that isn’t even that old- uh it’s hardly a secret

but yeah, i have like zero desire for undertale porn. i got nothing against anyone who does like/draw/write it and honestly? it actually kind of upsets me how people rail against it so much. like come on, every single fandom has porn - some of it weirder than others - and i don’t see why people would expect undertale to be any different. and it’s 100% okay to not want to see any of it and even to be weirded or creeped out by it, but i hate the way some people act like the porn-liking/making fans are somehow fundamentally worse fans than the ones that don’t like/make it. this whole “i don’t like it therefore it’s objectively bad and should not exist” attitude is just…horrible. all around horrible. (and it usually goes hand-in-hand with the “i like it therefore it’s objectively good and unproblematic and no one is allowed to dislike or criticize it” attitude which is also horrible but let’s not get into that right now)

not to mention when people hold the existence of undertale porn against the game itself, like “ugh i don’t want to play undertale because people draw weird porn about it”, it’s like ???? that’s got nothing to do with undertale??? it’s just how fandoms are??? like if you’re only going to play/read/watch things whose fandoms are completely devoid of dirty things then hoo boy you won’t get to play/read/watch anything. (and i know that, while irrational, it’s a completely human reaction that people should be allowed to have, i just wish people would also recognize it as irrational and not hold the actions of a fandom against the original thing that really has no control over the fandom) and then of course some fans hold that attitude against the porn-making people, like “it’s your fault that people don’t want to play undertale! it’s your fault that undertale didn’t receive this or that award!” and it’s like christ, no, chill

why did i go on a rant again -sweats-

(also i’m by no means saying that i will never with 100% certainty ever draw any nsfw undertale stuff, just that right now at least i’m definitely not feeling it at all)

You know who else hasn't...

…said how they feel out loud yet?

RILEY.

She has been no more explicit about her feelings than Lucas, really.

We go from:

“I like Lucas, don’t I?”
“Front of the notebook or back of the notebook?”
“Maya won’t tell me how I feel!”
etc

To Texas. Then Riley bro-zones Lucas and you know what? As awkward as she was about it at first? I BELIEVED her. I thought maybe she’d finally realized it was the back of the notebook. Like, yeah she was obviously sad because it’s a bittersweet thing, but I didn’t think she was lying. I don’t actually think she’s “lying” now.

I think she STILL doesn’t know.

I think she’s letting Farkle tell her how she feels because Maya wouldn’t. And Farkle…well, we’ve talked about that. Even if he’s right, he should have AT LEAST talked to Maya and Lucas before putting Riley in this position. His inability to answer when Riley asked “Do you [know what you’re doing]?” was pretty telling. But I digress.

Honestly? Until I hear RILEY speak for HERSELF and say, explicitly, “I love Lucas and want to date him”?

Until that happens…I think Riley still doesn’t know which side of her notebook is how she really feels.

Maya on the other hand? She’s clearly overwhelmed by the ENORMITY of her feelings. But she’s not confused about WHAT she feels, she’s confused about how MUCH she feels it. She’s scared. But she knows:

“Of course I like you.”
“How can you not like him?”
“I’m glad you’re standing here.”

And as for Lucas…well actions speak louder than words, but “Wow. That kinda makes up for everything” is pretty loud.

So yeah.

It’s not actually a triangle until RILEY knows for certain how she feels. (Or until Lucas says, “Yeah, I like you both the same in kind and quantity”) And quite frankly, Riley’s been oscillating for a while. I think she’s still oscillating now, but she’s also dealing with all the ways she’s spotting the difference. But the point is: she hasn’t actually spoken for herself yet, except to just agree with Farkle.

I’m just saying. Because her ACTIONS (or lack thereof) prior to this arc? Well, they speak as loud as Lucas’s really. But more on that later.

Graphic T-Shirt Friday: Fast Friday Five

Does this shirt make me look fast? 

Busy day ahead so Friday Five and GO:

This shirt actually makes me feel kind of like an asshole. My mom got it for me a couple of years ago. It’s a really nice tech tee but I almost never wear it running because.. yeah. You know?

Running has been SO solid this week. Another seven in flat flat flat Rehoboth on Wednesday morning and then I was back home for my run on Thursday morning and took it to 5.5 here. Didn’t sync my Garmin yet and I don’t have the cord with me so…no pretty snips of the data. Sorry kids.

Last of the Lost Dog 5ks tonight! It’s probably going to rain, which is a bummer. But we have had amazeballs weather for the last few weeks so I can’t actually complain. It IS August. We’ll see how it goes. I’m tempted to go balls to the wall and just go for a sub-23 but I’m not sure yet.

Speaking of dogs and running: I loved running with my friend’s dog this past week. You guys, I want one. But the time isn’t right for me. The kitchen renovation should be starting in a month or two and then the holidays and travel after that. It just wouldn’t be fair. But maybe in the New Year…crossing my fingers!

I totally overslept this morning. Turned my alarms off and slept for an extra hour. Whatever, I still got to work on time AND a solid eight hours of sleep never hurts!

It’s been a good week: cheers to the weekend! Happy Friday Tumblrinos!