yes i now i have three styles

anonymous asked:

awww i'm sad the the tattoo au ended but IT IS SO GOOD AND PURE!! i love it so much ♡

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!! I’m SO GLAD you enjoyed it!!!!!!!!!!! *O*

Anon said:  but what did kala say!!!

!!!!! Kouda can’t actually talk to animals, he can only control them! But Baku is Baku and as usual his knowledge of his classmates’… everything is approximative at best haha

Anon said: omg that bakugou with cat is so cute!!! (fun fact tho! kala mean fish in finnish so its a cute name for a cat)

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s actually adorable!!!! *O* thank you for telling me!!!!

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Friends is Only One Letter Different Than Fiends


“But, Raven!”


The sight was an odd one, even for Titan Tower. Raven, surrounded by a, for once literal, black cloud of discontent, stalked down the hallway, trailed by a procession of other women. One of which was floating, in order to keep the pink, sparkling monstrosity she carried from trailing on the floor.

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anonymous asked:

Not everything is out of jealousy. Roxy your art has really sunk in quality over the years you should actually open yourself up to criticism. Blaming jealousy is a good way for you art to stay bland and flat

I take criticism Very well actually 

I don’t take “you’re an unoriginal artist” as criticism because it’s not. it’s an angry child making a comment that does nothing and helps Nothing. You’re not telling me what’s wrong or where to improve. you’re complaining. and it comes off and childish and yes, just plain ol’ jealousy. You’ve sent three messages now pretty much saying “you suck”. grow up.

I have improved a ridiculous amount By accepting my flaws and listening to criticism. I discuss ways to improve. I use references. I redraw old art and I’m PROUD of how much I’ve dropped and learned and improved. I know SO much more than I used to years ago because I use refs and take advice.

Yes, my style isn’t the same. it’s always changing. A different style isn’t a bad thing. It’s less loose because I don’t like drawing the too whacky toony style anymore.

YES I enjoy a more simple style now but that doesn’t mean I’m any less talented than I used to be. 

If you don’t like how my art has changed and you’re just going to complain about it instead of sending me a message OFF ANON offering maybe a tip, ways to improve, or what my issues actually are, then maybe you should just stop whining and make your own art. 


A;N: So, it’s not often that i would get to write a  Dylan in Britain! fic so i really hope you enjoy it! xoxo

Pairing: Dylan O’BrienxOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: 7,663 (whoops)

Listen to this. 

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#31 The Outside Scene (Harry Styles)

Hello! This is a bit different. I’m not quite sure of the response on this. 

Have you ever felt like an outsider in your group of friends, your family who you’ve been with for the past five years? I sat on the bar stool with an untouched drink, tightly held in my hand as I saw the scene play out in front of me.

“Oh man, congratulations!” I heard Jeremy tell him as he shook his hand and then, hugged him. I was here with Jeremy, as a plus one because, I was not quite sure if I was invited, today. This never happened before but, now I was never sure of anything. The invitation came on the group, and that is how he usually called everyone but, he always called or sent a personal message which I didn’t receive. I could just not go, though, he had signed his new film and was free for a week before; it started it’s shooting again in London, and he had some good news to give. An announcement which he wanted everyone to know and I thought that maybe this was the new which would clear all my doubts and give me the reasons. I wasn’t wrong.

Everyone had come around them, congratulating, wishing him all the happiness in the world and best of lucks like, his past didn’t have any. I was a part of this, too but quite invisible now, as someone else held my place. He had his hand wrap around her waist, and he held her close like he wanted her to stick to him. I couldn’t pull my eyes away. Was this the reason? How could it be?

“How are you?” Samantha came and touched my cheek with hers. I didn’t respond, I couldn’t respond. It was like my eyes and body were stuck to him and his hand around hers. How could she be the reason? Samantha shook me, and I looked at her. I knew I had a blank, poker face. It was almost like I couldn’t see her face because it was all so hazy.

“Samantha! Come here!” Matthew called her. She sighed and kissed my cheek before walking away. Could he see me here? Could he feel my eyes on him? Could he understand my need for a reason? Why did he do this to me?

I shifted my eyes to see the bigger scene. I used to be a part of this family. They were my family here. Should I go back to my home? I was sitting here, working in a different land and, I had made him my home here and, I was so easily replaced. I self-pitied myself, I was forgotten. Could no one see I was dying here? What was my fault?

“The glass will break if you hold it like that any longer,” I heard the bartender say that to me. I let the glass go, and shifted my eyes to him. He was cleaning the glass, as he gave me a slight smile. I think he understood my situation. Must have seen it play out a thousand times in front of him.

“You alright?” He asked. I didn’t reply. I turned around again, looking at the circle in front of me. I was on the outside.

No one felt shocked when he announced his new relationship. Even if it had been just four months since his last ended. His last with me, I was the ex now. I had planned my life together. I wanted a child and a family which was all gone now. I was questioning everything in my head; my relationship with him for five years, my relationship with all our friends standing in his happiness in front of me. Would anyone care if I disappear now? I thought No.

Sighing and then, breathing in, I stood up. A bit wobbly, I held the table. I looked up again, as she placed a kiss on his neck. I felt defeated. It was the only feeling I could understand right now. I picked up my wallet and turned around, walking away from the celebration.

“There is a new guy here today, for the position. Should I send him in?” I heard my secretary tell me. I was so knocked out. I had been working my ass off ever since that day. I got some sympathy messages over the next week.

I’m sorry that, it happened. Are you keeping alright?

Hey, how are you? Do you want to hang out? Don’t think too much about it. It happened for a reason.

Are you good? Reply man. I know what happened would seem wrong but, we have to move on right?

I didn’t understand all of this. No one said that it was wrong. That he broke up his five-year relationship with me after giving me no reason but, blaming his work commitments and then, in four months got a new girl. I was with him for five years, did it mean nothing? I didn’t reply to any message.

“Yes, send him in,” I told her.

I had removed all evidence of him from my life. It was hard. It was five years worth of pictures, memories which I didn’t want to have right now.

A knock on the door, “Come in,” I straightened up.

“Hey, good evening,” It was the same guy from the bar. The bartender, “Oh, umm hi, how are you?” He asked, recognising me.

I didn’t respond. His hair was tied in a bun like it was that night. His features were more visible now, in the light. He was very handsome. I’m sure he had girls hanging on to his last words with his vibrant green eyes staring into mine. A sharp jaw, pouty red lips, like he had been biting it and an incredible physique. Only he knew what had happened to me.

“Good evening, sit down,” I told him and opened his portfolio. He understood my answer of not responding to his last question, and he sat down smiling. “So, Harry Styles, you have an incredible CV.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. I could see he was nervous.

“You have a degree from Yale. That is amazing. How was your course?” I asked.

“It was as incredible as it is known to be. I have a degree in Graphic Design and, it has given me the correct exposure required and needed in this field,” He went on to talk about his work. He was quite accomplished and fit with our team and requirements.

“Mr Styles, tell me, you’re age is about a year or two older for this to be your second job. Has there been a reason behind this?” I asked.

“Yes, umm. You see after I graduated college. I had to take a sabbatical for three years before I started my masters. I worked around for a bit but, couldn’t get the correct job which would meet my required time. I have a daughter, she is six now, and I had to raise her myself after a fallout with her mother. That has been my delay.”

“But, you work as a bartender?” I asked, having seen him.

“Oh yes, I worked there after my graduation. We know the manager so, we lived as staff for three years until I got a scholarship to study at Yale and, after my masters in Design, I worked at another firm but, I felt it quite restricting. But, your company offers the right space for creative freedom so, when I heard there was an opening, I quit and prepared for this interview. I have a portfolio with my hard copies and others if you would like to have a look?” He picked up his file, and I took it.

“This is really good, Harry. Your work is very impressive.”

“Thank you. It means a lot,” He nodded.

“So, Harry you do fit our profile. You add a lot to it, and I have seen your work, and it would be lovely if you would like to join us,” I told him.

“Yes!” His face lit up. “I mean, yes that will be fantastic.

“When can you start?” I asked.

“When would you like me to start?” He asked.

“Next week? Since you’ll have to shift your house, I feel a week in needed. We have a position free to head the department as our last head is moving to Austria with his wife. He was an incredible guy so, you have a little pressure. I can start you with 45K a month for now. Your experience is a bit less for being the head but, your work should make up for it.”

“Thank you so much!” I could see tears forming in his eyes.

“You deserve it. Our company offers an apartment to all our heads and subheads so, we could show you the choice you have. You have two actually, and one has a beautiful view. And we can discuss your contract?” I asked, and he nodded, thanking me again.

It made me feel happy. After all the struggle he had gone through, it would all be worth it, now for him.

Harry ended up choosing the apartment right in front of me. People told me it was an amazing opportunity with two single people living next to each other but, I shook it off. I was the owner and the CEO and, had too many things to handle as it is. The company was finally doing well, and was now escalating and, I felt at least one part of my life a bit sorted. If “sorted” meant new tensions every day but, otherwise, I loved my job. We started out as nothing and look at us now.

Harry’s daughter was adorable. And, incredibly well-mannered, too. She told me all about her new school and friends once when she saw me eating alone in the cafeteria, forcing Harry to join us. He fitted well with the people.  As the head of design, our company was now wanted in the limelight, and business was good. I could tell that because our investors were very happy.

As for me, I was making new friends now. From work and they were lovely. I had my life separated from my ex and,  I finally felt as if I existed. Harry was also, a part of this new friend list. He was always catching my attention. He was lovely with his team, always funny and keeping them involved while he was incredible with his daughter. She adored him; she told me she adored him. I was getting a little more attached to her, too. Always frolicking around, she was quite inclusive in her approach. Calling me when they had their baking day together. Or calling me to watch Finding Dory with them, I felt I was a part of something but, still from the outside.

I visited my family often, but I was always the last for them. It happened, I was the middle child, and with such exciting lives of my sister as the winner of ever book prize in the last two years with her new series and my brother’s new fiancé, they forgot me. It was this reason why I shifted, too and started my business here. My problems or happiness were always sidelined, or it was what I felt.

But, Harry’s daughter, Charlie made me feel quite wanted. It was worth her ringing my doorbell at 6 AM because her dad couldn’t make her hair look pretty for the dance. Or being invited to the dance with him was the best. I didn’t know where I stood with Harry but, Charlie filled a void in my heart.

Like today, I specially bought some Finding Dory cookies, knowing she loved them. I rang the bell and, Harry opened the door. “Hey! I bought some cookies for Charlie, is she here?” I asked, peeking inside.

“Hey no, she has a sleepover at her friend’s house. Should I hold on to them and give it when she comes?” He asked.

“Yeah, they’re chocolate so, keep them outside in a jar,” I gave it to him and turned around to walk to my door.

“Hey, umm, are you doing something tonight?” He asked, making me stop in my tracks.

“Nope,” I shook my head.

“I have this carton of wine from my friend and absolutely no company, join me?” he asked.

I giggled and nodded my head, walking into his apartment.

“I have no idea?”  I giggled as we sat on the couch, drunk on three bottles of wine. We had talked about everything except our personal lives and this question in my head wanted to get out.

Harry in his shorts, looking incredibly hot, poured another glass for both of us, and I asked him, “tell me about Charlie’s mother.”

“Charlie’s mother?” he rubbed his face. “What would you like to know?”

“Everything?” I asked.

“Umm,” he leant back. “We were dating for a like a year in college, and, one night’s overconfidence got her pregnant. I don’t regret it now. Charlie is my everything. My family loves the kid and,  I love her to death. But, her mother was not like this. She left in a month after giving birth. Wanting something different from her life, not wanting it with me? I just wish Charlie had a mother, though. Even I don’t deserve her partner,” he took a sip of his drink.

“Does Charlie know?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, she met her. Didn’t like her, or that’s what she says. But Emelia doesn’t want anything to do with her. She has made that quite clear. Even signed a document saying that ” He huffed.

“Where is she? Do you  know?”

“Yeah, she is on her honeymoon right now. Got married to some billionaire, somewhere,” he sighed.

“Do you love her?”

“I never loved her. I loved her when she was carrying my child but, I always felt that we were together because of peer pressure. I just wish Charlie had her mother.” He laughed but, his face fell. “Your turn! Explain what I saw that night in the bar.”

“Wasn’t it quite clear?” I sighed, rubbing my feet. “We knew each other since college, were together for almost five years? He is an actor, you know that? So, when he signed his movie with a new banner and right when I thought he’ll propose cause he was finally stable, he broke up with me. Gave me random reasons of concentrating, distraction and four months into it, he got a new love.” I told him.

“Do you still love him?” He asked.

“No,” I replied. It was one thing I was sure of, “For a long time, I wanted a reason for him leaving me like that, I didn’t have a conclusion but, now I just don’t care.”

He nodded, I guess, he understood in some way. “It hurts?” he asked, shifting towards me, that his legs touched mine. He stared into my eyes, as I felt his warmth on the couch. My body felt so needy for touch all of a sudden.

“You are so beautiful,” I spoke before, I could think. “I’m sorry, I’m so drunk,” He giggled. “It hurts now and then. I always wanted a family but, I always end up being on the outside of everything.”

“Outside?” He frowned and touched my cheek.

“On the outside like I was in the bar. Looking in, in all the happiness. Like I was in my family, always waiting for someone to hear me out but, I still think, they don’t even know I felt like that,” His hand shifted down my neck, as I felt each of his fingers. His eyes were on my lips, and then, they travelled down. “On the outside, as I am with you and Charlie.”

“You’re not on this outside with us,” he said, meeting my eyes.

“Am I not? I’m not family and, I’m not her sitter. I’m not yours, nor I am hers, I’m just there…” I went on but, he stopped my thought process when I felt his lips on mine. They were so soft and yet, so strong against mine. He took me by surprise but, I would have lied if I had not been thinking about this for a long time.

“I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time,” He repeated my thoughts, against my lips only, they were his. He kept his lips strongly attached to mine as he held my waist and pulled me to sit in his lap. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his tongue trespassing my lips and, I being unable to stop him. I was his boss but, I wanted this so bad. I moaned his name, as he hands tightened around my hips, as I pushed myself more in his hands.  

“You taste so good,” He moaned, as I felt my entire body heat up with just one kiss. We didn’t have any intention of stopping as we kept our lips firmly attached to each other into the night.

I woke up next morning, on a couch. Sunlight from the wall windows was lighting up the entire lobby as I turned on my back, looking for the person who I was with last night. It felt weird waking up on his couch. My friends told me if he doesn’t put you on the bed, leave. And, when had they ever been wrong. All the bottles were cleared from the table, and everything was kept in its place. Only I didn’t fit. I called for Harry once, around the house but, he was nowhere to be found and so, wasn’t any note.

I felt cheap. What was I thinking?  He was a father, and I was just his boss. We were both needy, and it was just a kiss. But, was it? My head hurt from the wine consumed last night and, I hated feeling like this. I fixed his couch, wrote ‘thanks for last night’ on a note and shut the door behind me, as I felt a tear slip from my eyes.


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anonymous asked:

Didn't you use to really like her poetry? What happened?

i never like… super liked her poetry? i gave milk and honey two or three starts when i first read it. there were a couple of poems i liked, sure, but as a whole i found it quite boring, but i just figured that was because it’s nowhere near the style of poetry i actually like. also i tend to be generous with my opinions about books and movies within the first week of reading them that isn’t always reflective of how i end up feeling.

i’ve got more than a few plots going on right now but i can never have enough especially now that i’m off for the next three months. under the cut, you’ll find a list of fcs and ships that i’m really interested in doing. feel free to hmu or like this post and i’ll message you.

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polafuka-deactivated20170621  asked:

hey sorry for creeping on your art blog i love it! Really love yandere karma/manami. i often think about older manami bringing back lab rats from work and now karma and manami having three white haired/red eyed rat children. like manami will be on the phone talking to kanayo and here comes karma putting rat child on her head bc karma and their small children need attention.

…I only realised that you said something about her talking on the phone after I finished lol….sorry about that ;;;
and sorry for the mere sketch….
yes for rat pets!!
Also thank you so much for liking/reblogging my stuffs! I’m really glad that you like it :)

@joi-in-the-tardis said:

I suppose it would make more sense (for us, anyway) if it was a hoodie.

Hahaha!  Yes!  That would be amaze.  I’d never take it off.  …Well, except to wash it.  I do have some standards!  XD

OMG, totally off topic here, but I just finished reading a chapter to my daughter… well, it turned into three chapters, actually.  Sometimes you can’t just stop at one!  But my voice is super hoarse now.  I sound like I have a cold, LOL!  This is the first chapter book we’ve read together, and it’s been super fun.  My son never really was into having chapter books read out loud to him, buy she’s eating it up.

Daddy’s little kitten (Part thirteen)

All parts of Daddy’s little kitten


“What are you doing love?” he asked but his eyes soon went wide when he noticed what was in my shaking hands. 

“Is that my journal?”


I quickly slammed the journal shut and stuffed it back into the draw in a state of desperation and shock. “N-nothing” my trembling lips blurted out. Harry lunged forward and almost pulled the draw out of its stand. He was empowering, enraged and was the reason for my ever-growing fear.

The journal was now in his hands and his piercing green eyes were burning into my skull. I didn’t know what to do, where to look or what to even say. My intention wasn’t to get caught, nor was is it my intention to ever look at the contents of the journal. It just happened.

“Y/N, i’m speaking to you” my angry looking boyfriend bellowed. His fingers were clutching onto the bag of Chinese so tightly that it was beginning to rip. My shaking limbs carried my way through to the living area but Harry was hot on my heels.

“Fucking answer me!” he spat whilst pulling at my arm causing me to spin around on my heel. The carpet suddenly become interesting to my watering eyes. “I’m sorry” was all i could manage to whisper to the enraged man that stood before me.

“You’re sorry are you? Sorry for invading my fucking privacy and personal space” the curly haired figure shouted whilst walking through to the kitchen work tops and removing the Chinese takeaway from its bag.

My heart instructed my feet to walk after the man i was head over heels in love with as it continued to pound out of my chest. “I didn’t mean too, curiosity just got the better of me. I’m so sorry Harry” i gently cooed whilst rubbing his toned back only to be shunted away. “I don’t want to hear it” he spoke whilst grabbing his plate and storming into his office leaving me broken and confused.


Three hours had passed and there was still no sign of Harry. His office door had remained shut and i was beginning to regret my actions. Why was he so angry? It’s not like there’s anything bad written in his journal. Or is there?

I feel alone and broken. This is our moving in day, but now its been brutally ruined all because of me. Picking up my iPhone, i dialed Louis’ number. Louis is one of the best workers at Styles’ enterprise. We both  hit it off even when i was Harry’s secretary and we’ve been inseparable ever since.

“Ello love, Doncasters finest speaking how can i help ya?” he cockily spoke down the phone, undoubtedly with a smirk on his face. “I fucked up Lou” i sighed. “How, what have ya done now love?” My eyes began to sting just from remembering the awful scene from three hours ago. “Well Harry was getting Chinese and i was just in his room emptying things and i came across his journal, and i know i shouldn’t of but-”

“Oh no, not that journal. He takes that bloody thing everywhere” Louis interrupted. “Yes, thaaaat journal and guess who got caught reading it?” “Well, you’re his new bird and you’ve just moved in with him so was it you by any chance?” he joked down the end of the line. “Yes. And now he’s been in his office for three hours and wont even speak to me.” “Well i don’t blame him to be honest love” Louis chuckled. “Lou, your menna make me feel better not worse!”

“Okay okay i have a plan. Put your best underwear on and go and show him how sorry you really are. You know Mr Styles loves that kinky shit.” And that is exactly what i did.

My silk black dressing gown was tied at the waist loosely enough to reveal the silk baby doll and thong i was modelling underneath. It was one of Victoria secrets finest pieces which harry had picked out on our day of shopping. He hadn’t seen the little number in action yet however, tonight was the night.

I knocked once on Harry’s office door before taking a deep breath and walking in. If this doesn’t work i dont know what will. As i expected his eyes were fixated on the computer screen in front of him, his stubborn side making an appearance whilst he refused to acknowledge my presence. A click clock could be heard on the marble floor as my hips swayed seductively in Harry’s direction.

Knowing he wasn’t going to budge my petite frame straddled his large one and i leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Y/N is sorry baby. She’s gonna show you how sorry she really is” i purred into his ear whilst his muscular arms grabbed onto my waist. My seduction was clearly working. “Really really sorry” i whispered peppering kisses down his neck. His shirt was soon being unbuttoned by my nimble fingers causing his jaw to clench. He didn’t utter a single word, but his eyes watched my every move. The bow of my dressing gown was then ripped open by Harry’s hands and the silk material was pushed off my skin.

His clenched jaw took a visible gulp as he eyed up my body. I arched my back as his hand ran down from my neck, over my breasts and to my throbbing centre. Lifting my head i stared intently at the attractive man. “What do you want Daddy?” i asked whilst throwing his shirt to the side. “I want those pretty lips to be around my hard cock kitten. You’re going to show me how sorry you really fucking are” he commanded whilst showing his long fingers into my mouth. Sucking on them i gave Harry a preview of what was to come.

Clambering off Harry i began my task. His trousers and boxers were soon discarded and his slouched position was soon lost as his rose to his feet letting his cock spring free. I took this as my cue to begin. My hand began to pump his warm shaft, the pre cum oozing out of his tip. Harry’s hands soon grabbed my hair as he rammed my mouth down on his dick. He always was impatient. I began to bob my head up and down managing to take him all in. “Oh fuck” he grunted pushing my head even further into him. My hands cupped and caressed his balls, whilst my mouth worked its magic on his hard shaft. Inaudible moans were now being heard by Harry and i knew he was close.

Out of the blue he picked me up and forcefully slammed me down onto his desk. With one hand he spread my legs as the over hand pushed the stray papers onto the floor. He ripped my thong off mumbling a ‘i need you now’ down my ear. Harry positioned himself in front of me and thrusted into my dripping wet core without any warning causing me to hiss at the sensation. Adjusting myself i started to feel pleasured. His muscular arms were clutching onto my legs making sure they were spread apart whilst he relentlessly pounded into me.

It was as though he was taking his anger out on me via sex, not that i minded. I arched my back giving him a full view of my breasts and body. This caused him to erupt into a fit on incoherent moans. “Such a naughty little girl kitten” he grunted whilst slowly but forcefully pounding into me. “Fuck fuck fuck” i shouted with every movement.

His free hand then began to rub my clit in circular motions. The pleasure of his skillful foreplay and the relentless pounding of his cock was sending me over the edge. I ran my hands through his hair as i leaned up and kissed him roughly.

We were both close but it was a matter of who was going to peak first. “So fucking tight you little slut.” All this dirty talk was making me go insane. “I’m gonna come” i screamed, and sure enough my orgasm overtook my trembling body as i moaned out Harry’s name over and over again.

This process was then repeated by Harry as he released his load inside me. “Holy shit” he breathed out as i smirked proud of my achievement.

“Does this mean i’m forgiven?” i asked sweetly a few minutes later watching Harry put his boxers back on. “Yes, but you can clean up this mess whilst i find a lock for my journal” he smirked stalking towards me and pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

“Did you like what i wrote about you?” he asked nibbling at my earlobe as i nodded my head. “Good because i meant every word of it” he whispered. “I’m going for a shower, are you going to join me after you’ve cleaned up this mess?” he asked kissing my temple. “How could i pass such an opportunity up?” i laughed receiving a signature Harry grin. “See you in 5’ he chuckled walking out of the room as i took in the view of his masculine toned body.

A few seconds later my phone buzzed in my dressing gown pocket. Reading the message i giggled to myself.

Tommo ;) - Did it work? :P Xx

Oh you bet it fucking worked did Louis.

Haven’t updated for what seems like years but its here and bam you best enjoy it as i took my time and even included smut (not that’s its good) which is not like me but i figured you guys need it . Its my way of saying sorry for not updating. But yeah please like if you read and send me feedback. If you have a request also message me.

K xx

What I Would Like to See in South Park Season 20

Hey guys, its KrisSimsters and I think I did this already but if not, I don’t mind doing it now. Anyway, season 19 is over with and its left us with some questions, especially since since its been revealed that season 20 is a multi-arc season. PC Principal said that the town of South Park will be entering a war in season 20. Well, here’s what I probably want to see happen.

1). A TIME SKIP: I said this shortly after season 19 ended and I’m going reiterate it. I want a time skip, its time for the boys to transition from 4th Grade to 5th Grade. In my opinion, it seems very plausible by now. The dynamics are different now, especially since Garrison is now running for President and there are other changes to the town. (I think the Whole Foods will be replaced a Kroger’s in s20 but that’s a totally different thing).

2). MORE ASCENSION OF BACKGROUND CHARACTERS: In other words, I want more love from characters such as Kevin Stoley and probably Bradley Biggle. This is mainly about Kevin though lol, my Star Wars cinnamon roll needs either a whole episode focused on him or just more lines. Either would be good. I guess while we’re at it, it would be nice to see Ze Mole and Gregory again, because La Resistance might be needed again in s20.

3). A TEAM CRAIG EPISODE: Who do I have bribe for a Team Craig episode? I don’t mind Team Stan, but they are broken right now and while Team Craig might be a somewhat broken as well, but their not as broken as Team Stan. Sorry Style fans.

4). A BETTER ENDING: This year’s season finale and last year’s season finales weren’t the best season finales. Especially when you get three-parters such as Black Friday or Coon and Friends or even Imaginationland. Call me spoiled but I’ve been in this series ever since 1997 (yes, I am old), is it too much for me to ask for a really decent season 20 season finale? Your turning 19 years old next year guys, give me a decent season finale.

5). STYLE RECONCILIATION: Things might not be good between Stan and Kyle right now and they might not be “super best friends” like they once were, but I want to see growth between them. I want Stan to apologize for Kyle and I want Kyle to forgive him. I want at least an understanding between them. I just want them to be happy again.

6). LESS RANDY: Randy caused a lot of shit in season 19 and I think well need less Randy Marsh going into season 20. I know I do…I used to like him and now I feel indifferent towards him.

Got anymore wishes for the new season? Let me know in the tags!! Stay golden, guys!!

Harry Styles Imagine - He admits he loves you.


A/N: Hi Lily !! I hoped you enjoyed your imagine and thank you for requesting. Sorry if it’s a bit long. If you would like more be sure to request me in my ask. To those who are about to read it, if you enjoyed it , please be sure to follow me and like this for more. If you would like your own or have an idea simply ask me and I would be happy to write for you. Byeee :) .xx

WWA Tour was about to begin this week and you were so excited because you will be going on tour with the boys. You had just finished packing your bag and now here you are watching tv and eating crisps. Just when you thought you can relax after packing you here a knock on your door. “I’m coming” you shouted across the room. You were greeted by your best friends face , Harry. “Hey” he said engulfing you in a tight hug. You hugged back. “So.. What brings you here ?” you ask a bit shy. You were always shy around Harry because you had a crush on him since X Factor. You both were best friends from the time you were in diapers. As the years went you started to have feelings for him but just one problem. What if he doesn’t like you back ? Whenever you both were alone at times like this you always thought about expressing how you feel about him but you never ended up doing it. “Well, I thought since the tour is gonna start soon… I thought we should hang” he said running his fingers through his hair. “Oh well okay” you said laughing and then giving him a smile.

It’s a day before tour starts, you and the boys were now sitting in the car on your way to the airport. The boys were like your big brothers well all except Harry. The boys all knew you like Harry, they always tried to make you say those three words to him but you decided against it. You were also best friends with the boys girlfriends , they also tried getting you to express your feelings for Harry but you always think against it. You should always think that maybe he doesn’t like you that way so you tend to not ask him.

You were now in Toronto for the first show tomorrow. The boys and you got mobbed while getting into your hotel but you got used to it now. Once you were all checked in, turns out you were sleeping with Harry. That’s fine with you, you slept with Harry, cuddled with him, fans would say you both were so cute though you also get haters but you didn’t let them get to you. You and Harry were now in your hotel suite, it was massive and really cosy and warm. You loved it. As soon as you entered you ran straight for the bed and before you know it, you were off like a light.

You wake up next morning to see it’s 2 pm. Shit ! Why didn’t the other boys wake you up ? Harry’s gonna get late for the show. Harry was now holding you around your waist. You struggle from his embrace, even though how much you didn’t want to let go, you had to wake up. You got out of bed, did your routine and decided to wake up Harry.“Harry wake up it’s a big show today.” you say shaking him a bit. He tossed and turned in his sleep, he didn’t here you. “Harry get up now !!!” You say pushing him to get up.“5 mins more” he mumbled. “Harry it’s 3pm and the shows in like two hours !!! You were told to get ready early now wake up.” You basically shout at him. “Okay I’m up.” He says and gets out of bed.

You were both now at the arena. Today’s the day your going to tell him those three words. You were sitting on the couch while Harry was getting dressed. He approaches you and asks “How do I look ?” he said with a wink. “Sexy as always” you say. It was normal for you to say that, it didn’t mean anything to the both of you to say things like that to eachother. “You heard that Harry looks like somebody wants some” Louis said winking in your direction. You started to blush so hard, your face probably looked like a red tomato. The boys always teased you, you and Harry always end up blushing at their remarks. Their show was about to start in ten minutes, it’s time to tell him. “Uhh.. Harry can I speak to you alone for a minute.” you ask shyly. “Yeah sure.” He replies. You both walked out of the dressing room to an empty corridor. “Harry just hear me out. You probably don’t feel the same but I need to tell you.” You say. “No. Let me. Lily I’ve been liking you for a long time, for atleast three years. I’m such an idiot for not saying it earlier otherwise you would be mine by now. But all I have to say is I love you. Will you be mine” he asks. You smashes your lips against his. He kissed back. You now had your fingers in his hair and his arms were around your waist. “I’ve always wanted to do that” you said coming out for breath. “I’m guessing that’s a yes” he said smirking.

Hide and Seek: And Baby Makes Three (#9)

And Baby Makes Three, the ninth installment in the Hide and Seek series.

Word Count: 5740

A/N: so much dialogue

“I can’t have a baby, Harry! That’s insane! I finally got my feet under me and people are finally listening to my music and now I’m supposed to-“ she stopped, exhaling and trying to find her words. “I’m supposed to give it all up so I can have a baby?”

“You wouldn’t have to give it all up!“

“Yes I would, Harry,” she said, her voice deflated. “Because it’s not just anyone’s baby, it’s yours. Harry fucking Styles.”

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puffy-shirt  asked:

Okay, here's just an idea I had... But what about a historical Nala done in the style of the Broadway Lion King? Like with the lion head piece and then historical African clothing? I don't know just something that I think would be really stunning :)

A lot of people have suggested this, oddly enough! This always seems a bit weird for me to lay out, but the reason I haven’t done this (or just drawn Nala in Himba garb, par example) is that there’s no challenge in it. Or, if there is, it’s at its best an arbitrary one. If that makes sense. Julie Taymor is a costuming goddess- I feel like trying to impose particular cultural/historical context onto her costumes does a disservice to the conscious, respectful thought and design that went into that entire production.  At least for me! I’m sure others would love to do this, but I personally get no satisfaction from it. :)

This series was born out of a love for the Disney pantheon, yes, but more importantly it was born out of a love for historical costuming, and the challenge I got from breaking down a costume into its most basic elements and rebuilding it in a new, refreshed context.  I’m less concerned about being able to check characters off of some massive checklist- and oh it is a massive checklist- and more about stretching my character/costume design muscles.

This series rapidly became, and continues to be, something of an obligation for me- I’m fighting against the urge to sate people’s requests and really trying to make sure that I’m focusing on what about this series makes me happy, and makes me feel artistically fulfilled.  Esmeralda, Alice, Merida, Elsa and so many others have already been designed, but they’re just wasting away on my hard drive because I’m caught in a limbo where I’m tired of finishing these pieces in a style of mine from three years ago.  It’s very weird.

There’s a reason why characters like Captain Amelia and Princess Kidagakash are on my “not interested” list- yes, it could be fun to draw either of these characters in historical costuming, but it’s a different challenge than the particular one I’m attacking with this series. I don’t want to force myself to take on characters if it’s not what I was trying to do in the first place. Not right now, anyway. :)

Sorry to use your ask as a jumping off point for a rant, aagh! I have just been thinking this a lot lately and needed to get it off of my chest.


#5 Preference: You get pregnant after a one-night stand - Part 2 (Harry and Zayn)

Harry: Your relationship with Harry had started slow, or as slow, as it could be seeing as you were pregnant with his child.

He had been supportive and understanding since the moment you told him the news, making sure you always had what you needed and wanted. Sometimes it would really annoy you his over protection, but you just got used to it.

Around the fourth month of pregnancy, you had got used to seeing Harry almost every day, even if it was through skype when he was touring.

That’s how you developed feelings for him. One minute he was your soon to be best friend and father of your child, the next you found yourself falling for him and his ridiculous cute smile and dimples.

Lucky for you, Harry felt the same way. Of course, nothing is easy, so you only found out that he liked you back two months later.

It was your sixth month and you and Harry were going to find out the sex of the baby, who had been really ‘shy’ in the other ultrasounds.

“What do you think it will be?” Harry asked you while you waited for your doctor to start the procedure.

“A girl.” You answered convict.

“Me too.” He whispered, kissing your cheek.

The doctor turned to you and gently asked you to remove your shirt, making you blush. “Let’s see what this little baby has been hiding from us.” The doctor said as she started.

After a couple of minutes, you started to lose hope, figuring that your kid was hiding her genre again. You were about to tell the doctor that she could stop looking when she exclaimed happily that she had found it.

“Well, it seems like you two were right! It’s a girl!” she exclaimed happily, leaving the room shortly after to let you clean yourself.

You turned to Harry, on the verge of tears and chuckled. “It’s a girl, Harry. We are a having a little baby girl.” You whispered, not believing it was actually happening. What happened after this made you even more surprising.

Harry kissed you.

Just like that. One minute you two were crying happy tears, the next you were kissing.

Pulling away, you started at him wide-eyed.

“What was that for?” you asked quietly.

“I’m sorry I should-“ you cut him off by kissing him again.

“Don’t say sorry. I liked it.” You spoke. “I like you.”

“I like you too, (Y/N).” pecking you lips, he moved to your still uncovered belly. “And I love you, baby girl.”

After that you easily started a relationship, falling deeper and deeper for each other every day.

You knew everything was going to be all right and that you three would be a happy family.

Zayn: You and Zayn had gone on that date he asked you when you told him you were pregnant. That one and many more, soon staring a relationship.

You were due in one week and Zayn had you over his watch 24/7, worried about every little thing you did. He didn’t let you go to the mall alone, claiming that the water could broke any minute during the walk and he didn’t want his son to be born in the middle of the street.

So dramatic.

You two were serious about your relationship and had fallen deeply in love with each other. With that and the pregnancy, he had wanted you to move in with him for some while now, but with you two being neighbors, you didn’t see the need to.

It was dinner time and you were just making pasta when it happened. First came the pain in your bladder, then you felt water running down your legs. Your water had broken.

“Zayn!” you yelled, going full panic mode. “Zayn!”

You were supporting yourself in the counter, crying with the pain of the contractions when Zayn entered the kitchen.

“What happened?” he frantically asked, looking around until his eyes dropped to the ground where he saw the water around you. “Is that- is that the- the water?”

He was panicking and so were you, but someone was going to calm down and it wasn’t going to be you. You were going in labor, for God’s sake!

“Grab the keys, Zayn! GO!” you yelled and Zayn snapped from the state of shock he was in.

The next few hours were a blur.

One minute you were yelling at Zayn and the other you were yelling in pain, pushing the baby out of you.

“I can’t do it!” you cried, sobbing.

“Yes, you can, babe. You are doing so great.” Zayn whispered, calming you down and encouraging you to keep going.

“One more push, (Y/N).” the doctor spoke “I can already see the head.”

Yelling one more time, you were almost sure you had broken Zayn’s hand. Not that you really cared at that moment. All you cared was that little sound, so low that you almost couldn’t hear it.

Your baby boy was crying for the first time and suddenly your world seemed a little brighter, a little more complete.

“C-can I hold him?” you questioned, tears already streaming down your face. The nurse placed him in your arms and it was like the world had stopped. It was just you and your little boy. “Hey, babe.”

Zayn’s fingers traced his little cheek and he smiled at you. “We made that.” He whispered in awe.

“Yes, we did. We created the most precious and handsome boy in the world.” You stated. “My precious, Isaac Malik.”

The nurses came in and took him away from you, saying that they would just give him a bath and a check out and soon he would be in your arms again.

“(Y/N)…” Zayn called.


“Will you move in with me, now?” he whispered, caressing your cheek.

“Yes, Zayn.” You chuckled, pecking his lips after it.

*I don’t have time to finish this today, but I promised so here is Zayn and Harry! Tomorrow I will post the other three! Hope you like it, because I didn’t :(

Masterlist / Request

#19 - His Wedding Vows

Liam: “I promise to always hold doors open, and push chairs in for you. I promise to go out and buy you your - uh - girly supplies, even if it’s four am and I just got home three seconds ago. I promise to give you cuddles when you’re sick, or not sick. Whenever you need them. I promise to always make bad jokes that make you smile, just because I love your smile. I will always love your smile, and I will always love you. I promise to do all the little things that make you smile.”

Niall: “I promise to share food with you. I know everyone will gasp at this point, so let me make something very clear. She’s my wife, so sharing means I get her food too. Anyway, I also promise to do all the other things. You know, uh, love you forever and never forget how much I love you, no matter what. But food, I promise to share it. I promise to share everything. I’m forever yours, (Y/N). Never forget it.”

Louis: “I’ll listen to you when you talk, and talk when you want to listen. I’ll give you anything you need in a heartbeat, unless you don’t want to be spoiled. Then I’ll stand back and watch you earn it yourself with pride that you’re my girl. I promise to make you smile when you’re crying. I promise to treat your heart with the respect it deserves, and never, never break it.”

Zayn: “I promise to protect you from whatever comes your way. Whether it’s Louis attempting to tackle you or a bus on the road, I’ll do whatever I can to keep him - or it - from attacking you. I promise to work hard to make you happy. I’ll keep that beautiful smile on your face. I promise to stop bugging you when you’re trying to study and give you the space you need sometimes. I promise to never forget about the love we share.”

Harry: “I promise to remind you everyday of how beautiful you are, makeup or no makeup. All dressed up our lounging around in sweatpants. I’ll do my best to stop getting so jealous when other guys look at you because they’re only human, but I can’t promise you that. I promise to always be proud to call you mine in front of everyone because I am, I’m so proud and happy to be here right now.”

A/N: I’m sorry that this is so awful but I really did want something up and I have a busy week coming up so I don’t know if I’ll have much time. I’m not doing a Part 2 to ‘You Were Pregnant, He Left and You Meet Years Later’ because I like it as a cliffhanger x)

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Do you wear glasses?: yes
Do you have any tattoos/piercings?: Yes, only my ears
What would you classify your style as?: I don’t have style. :P
Which Celeb do you look the most like?: I don’t think i look like any celeb. When I was younger I was told that I looked like three different actresses who didn’t look anything alike and I’ve forgotten their names now. 
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Least favourite feature: my third nipple
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SkraxSeidr’s 500+ Follower and Icon Give Away!

{That’s right! I’ve somehow managed to get 500 of you despite everything and for that I am ever so grateful. If I could interact/rp with all of you- believe me, I would!}

As you can see- this is not just a Follow Forever- it is ALSO a GIVE AWAY! I know I may not be the best at Icons or Promo’s, but I’d still like to give back to all of you in some way.So here are some simple rules.

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okay the three most popular choices were muffet, cecil palmer and the Other Mother so i decided to do some quick practise makeup for all of them! which one should i go for?? the Other Mother one might be my favourite but the only downside is i canny see a fucking thing 

(also yes i know cecil has been confirmed to dress like a jumble sale reject but i need to look vaguely recognisable, something something handwave shh. i have a white wig to wear for him as well. can’t be bothered to style it right now but it’s there)