you have to work tomorrow

No Such Thing

Summary: You and Bucky have been friends for a while now.  How is it that neither of you know what the other does? (Artist!AU)

Word Count: 1482

Warnings:None?

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @whotheeffisbucky AU Writing Challenge!  I picked the artist!AU because I have no self control.  It went in a little bit of a different direction than I had planned, but here it is!

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Originally posted by buckingoffthebed

You had met Bucky a year ago, just before graduation.  You guys had one of those really casual friendships where you could hang out and talk for hours, but…you weren’t sure what exactly Bucky’s job was, just that he worked with his best friend.  Now that you were thinking about it, did he know anything about your job beside the fact that your boss’s name is Tony?  

It wasn’t that you didn’t care about what he did for work, but there was so much other stuff to talk about. And to be honest, after a long week, the last thing you wanted to talk about was your job at Stark Art Gallery. It seemed like Bucky was of the same opinion, because he never brought up work either.You thought about all of this as you got ready for another day on the job.  The ringing of your phone brought you back to reality.

“Hello?”

“Hey, doll.” You felt an easy smile grow on your face at the sound of his voice.

“What’s up, Bucky?”

“Want to meet up at the coffee shop when you get off work?”

“Of course!”

“Alright, see you then, doll.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“See ya!”

The call ended, but a text came through almost immediately.  It was from Miss Potts, Tony’s fiancée.  She had been on a small business trip for Tony, visiting a young new artist to be featured in the gallery.  Apparently, he was on board and would be bringing his portfolio for Tony to view – today.

You flew into action, getting the rest of your belongings you would need for the day and hurrying out the door.  You loved your job and Tony was a great boss, but you would need to be on top of everything today if Tony was going to be discussing business with this artist.  To be a Stark Artist was a big deal. And Tony was kind of intense. So not only would you be taking care of the rest of the gallery, but you also had the task of censoring Tony so he didn’t scare the kid away.

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R.I.P. VINE 

(part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (X)

“Dude, you’re crushing on Keith? I heard from someone that he’s ace.”
“Yeah, he is. Isn’t that amazing? He’s so wonderful and he loves aliens, too.”

Because Ace Keith who loves to read is my jam. /o/ Redbubble

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Hey @happycloude-91!! I made a silly little thing based off of that Spy AU you created. I drew it as a way of saying thanks for your support and lovely messages, so I hope you like it!! ^^

things i don't want to see on my dash this era

active swiftie follow trains !!! :)))))) *made by urls i have not seen in 3 years

any type of post that starts with “IMPORTANT please reblog this and tag taylor!!!!one!!!11!!!!!” and shows up five times on my dash (you know the ones)

any post with fifty reblog comments that are variations of the same damn thing

any post that has fifty reblog comments of “@taylorswift YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS LOL”

reposted edits/gifs/graphics. make your own goddamn content you cowards

and while we’re at it don’t send me asks or messages asking me to reblog your posts when i don’t even know you either. (this is exactly why i took out “taylor follows” from my description in the first place)

EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS STARTING AT $10!

Hey guys this is probably isn’t the best way to do this at the moment but I’m taking commissions starting from $10. Prices go up depending on color, details, other time consuming ideas, etc. which we can negotiate. I’m very low on funds and I got really no one else that can offer to help me right now.

Sketches are the fastest and depending on the day of the week I will guarantee them done within hours.

I don’t have much posted on Tumblr, but you can check out aside from my #kyart #kyfanart tags.

HERE IS THE LINK TO MY INSTAGRAM FOR MORE WORK.

Commission inquiries start via Tumblr messenger and will continue through email. I only accept Paypal.

There are only 10 slots I can do for the moment!

Thank you all for your support!

After Hours [m]

pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi, angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha

word count: 16,212

warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language

a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups​ because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.

Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”

You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”

Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.

“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”

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Liberal Arts College Gothic
  • You need another English credit. You already have thousands of English credits. They fill up your room and chase you down the street. You are drowning. You need another English credit.
  • You have an essay due tomorrow. You always have an essay due tomorrow. Tomorrow never comes. You must keep working on the essay. It’s due tomorrow.
  • Everyone is getting undercuts. Under what? You are never sure what lies Beneath. But sometimes, you see the Void.
  • You need classes in different areas for a full education. You go to these areas. Your feet are blistered and bleeding. You must find all the areas. 
  • There is a Party In The Woods. It is exactly like the last one. You fear you are stuck in a time loop, but by then it is too late. Someone sells you a plastic cup of PBR for five dollars. 
  • You know everyone on campus. Their faces, their tattoos, and their souls. You start walking with your eyes closed: you do not want to see. 
  • There are sports teams. They whisper restlessly around the edges of campus. If you look directly at them, they disappear. But once in a while, you can hear them scream. You do not know if it is celebratory or scared. 
  • Straight boys feel alone. There are so few of them. There are straight boys everywhere you look. They feel so alone. 
  • “This way is more environmentally sound,” they say. You can hear the environmental sound. It sounds like Nicki Minaj. 
  • School is not The Real World. Objects crumble under your touch. Your professors are translucent. Your books are in an ancient tongue. This Is Not The Real World. 
Don’t Leave Me

Request: Hey! Just found you’re account a few days ago, and I was just wondering if I could request? I honestly love your write so much. ❤️ if you could wright a newt scamander imagine where Newt leaves the reader for Leta (set in hogwarts) and they don’t talk until like some point? Idk. please make it angst but with a happy ending? Thanks!

Word Count: 2,288

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


You spot Newt’s lanky frame curled up in the grassy spot near the lake, knees against his chest and hands around his knees as he stares out over the water, His shaggy hair blows like the waves in the breeze. You can’t fight your smile as you watch him absentmindedly brush his hair from his eyes. You reach into your pocket, forgetting that your gift is back in your room, hidden between the pages of your transfiguration textbook. You remind yourself that it’s only one more day before you can give it to him. One more day.

He doesn’t hear you approaching, jumping at your voice when you call out to him.

“There you are.” The words are a routine, a joke from nearly a year ago when Newt had approached you with shaking hands.

Newt starts to stand, but stops when you shake your head and toss your books onto the ground, plopping down next to him. “Here I am.” He says, scooting over as you take his hand.

“Studied any amazing creatures lately? It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

Newt’s smile is small. “It’s only been a week and a half.”

You raise your eyebrows and lean back. “Sure feels like forever.”

Newt stares at your joined hands. “Maybe.”

The breeze slows, leaving only the warm sunshine to brush your face. “It’s beautiful out. I hope it stays this way for tomorrow.”

“About tomorrow…”

You don’t notice the change in Newt’s tone as you chatter on. “Wow, can you believe it’s been a year? Isn’t a picnic the perfect way to celebrate a year together?”

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…cannot be killed or swept aside. now fill the world with music, love, and pride.

based on this post where lardo and shitty are accidentally pregnant

She was five weeks in and nothing was showing, but she’d been puking almost everyday and had refused Bitty’s pumpkin pie yesterday. Lardo hadn’t told her mom yet, and Shitty refuses to tell anything to his father, but she knows that his mother knew. Jack had called her immediately after Shitty freaked and told him a week ago, before freaking out himself and telling Bitty, who had broken into their apartment in order to make sure she was okay.

“I’m okay, people should stop asking me if I was okay, I’m pregnant, not sick.” She complained to Jack, who only answered by giving a silent nod.

“Shitty’s freaking out,” Jack said instead.

“I know.” She groaned and put her face in her hands. A moment of silence passed between the two before she lifted her head again. “I don’t want to chain him down like this or jerk him around emotionally. I know he wants me to keep it.”

“He wants whatever you want,” Jack said.

She knew that, but she could also read Shitty well enough to know that he was ecstatic and wanted nothing more than to have her keep it. And the scary thing was, she could also feel herself being as excited as he is.

“How are the two of us even remotely qualified to be parents? He’s just starting his job, and I have my job.” And Lardo wasn’t sure that her bosses would let her take a maternity leave. And even more terrifyingly, she just realized that she wasn’t on the life track that she had envisioned for herself with this job. Sports management paid a lot, and Lardo knew she was on the fast track to a good promotion, but now this forced her to look at her life, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend it all on picking up after athletes. But she wasn’t sure if she could provide proper care if she didn’t have this high paying position. And it was a downward spiraling mess of disaster.

It was as if Jack could read her mind, or at least the mood in her mind, because he puts a hand on her shoulder and leaned back on the sofa that they were sitting at.

“Maybe you’re thinking too much,” he said. “Just concentrate on whether or not you want to keep it, and trust in your friends to help you no matter which choice it is. We’re a team.”

She sniffed, and suddenly Jack found himself with an armful of Lardo. She let her tears and snot stain his sweater, and he held her through her trembling. When the two of them extricated themselves from their situation, Jack extended a fist, and Lardo bumped it.

“Got your back,” they said together.

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