your and you're are different words

Deep Ass Starters.
  • Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!
  • "What's holding you back?"
  • "I'm not comfortable with this conversation."
  • "Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"
  • "Let me in sometime!"
  • "It's not that easy, you know."
  • "Help me understand."
  • "It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."
  • "Why are you always so cold?"
  • "Why are you always so happy?"
  • "Are you really happy now?"
  • "Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"
  • "What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"
  • "Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"
  • "It's a problem, I get it."
  • "This is all kinds of messed up."
  • "That's not exactly a good coping method."
  • "So what happened, with your parents, really?"
  • "What was your childhood like?"
  • "Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
  • "My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."
  • "You were bullied? What for?"
  • "Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."
  • "You can't just run away all the time."
  • "You can't just hide all the time."
  • "Are you still thinking about them?"
  • "I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."
  • "Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"
  • "How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"
  • "You never talk about it, why?"
  • "How come you're so different around them?"
  • "It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."
  • "You seem so perfect. I don't get it."
  • "What was your ex like?"
  • "I don't think I was ever good enough for them."
  • "Are you not comfortable being intimate?"
  • "Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"
  • "Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."
  • "Are you scared of being hurt?"
  • "Have you ever been taken advantage of?"
  • "Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"
  • "I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."
  • "You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"
  • "You use people to make yourself feel better."
  • "I'm scared of being used again..."
  • "Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."
  • "How long has it been since you lost them?"
  • "You're too attached."
  • "I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."
  • "Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."
  • "Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"
There’s nothing that bothers me more than hearing you say the words “I am a mistake”. I’ve chosen you out of all the people in the world. Doesn’t that tell you something?
—  Poets Love Her
The Signs as All This Bad Blood by Bastille
  • ARIES: Things We Lost in the Fire // I was the match and you were the rock, maybe we started this fire? We sat apart and watched all we had burned on the pyre
  • TAURUS: Overjoyed // Oh I feel overjoyed, when you listen to my words, I see them sinking in, oh I see them crawling underneath your skin
  • GEMINI: Weight of Living part i // There's an albatross around your neck, all the things you've said and the things you've done, can you carry it with no regrets, can you stand the person you've become?
  • CANCER: Sleepsong // Oh you go to sleep on your own, and wake each day with your thoughts, and it scares you being alone, it's a last resort
  • LEO: Laura Palmer // Summer evening breezes blue, drawing voices deep from you, lead by a beating heart, what's the air and what's the night, what terrifying final sights, put out your beating heart
  • VIRGO: Haunt // The wisdom we learn, as our minds they do burn, all the ties to naivety and youth, as adults we'll grow and maturity shows, oh the terrifying rarity of truth
  • LIBRA: Poet // Your body lies upon the sheets, of paper and words so sweet, I can't say the words, so i wrote you into my verse, now you live through the ages, I can feel your pulse in the pages
  • SCORPIO: Of the Night // Won't you teach me how to love and learn? There'll be nothing left for me to yearn, think of me and burn and let me hold your hand
  • SAGITTARIUS: The Silence // Tell me a piece of your history that you're proud to call your own, speak in words you picked up as you walked through life alone, we used to swim in your stories and be pulled out by their ride, choking on the words and drowning with no air inside
  • CAPRICORN: Skulls // When our lives are over and all that remains are our skulls and bones let's take it to the grave, and hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms, I'll be buried here with you, and I'll hold in these hands all that remains
  • AQUARIUS: The Draw // Are you drifting way beyond what's normal, 'cause round your mind rings the words that they would say, and when you go home, everything looks different, and you're scared of being left behind
  • PISCES: Laughter Lines // I'll see you in the future when we're older, and we are full of stories to be told, crossing my heart and hope to die, I'll see you with your laughter lines

Originally posted by kinqtop

— I am not the main vocal in BIGBANG. I am in charge of TOP. 

— Because TOP is a baby, I always protect him. 

— TOP is lonesome; BIGBANG’s baby.  I keep watching over his back. 

— I, we will always be by your side looking at you and taking care of you. I love you. 

TOP: There is this side of Daesung. When I felt depressed, I would call him and ask him to talk to me, then he would come to my house. Why did you come?

Daesung: Because when you are feeling depressed, I feel like I should be there for you.

TOP: I feel so touched…

todae habits [28/]: Daesung’s quotes about him protecting TOP. Different years and words, but the same meaning.

  • THE HOGWARTS HOUSES WHEN THEY TYPE ON A COMPUTER/LAPTOP...
  • Gryffindor: The moment you guys sit down you open the page you're writing on, Spotify or some kind of music, three different social media accounts, and another blank tab just because. You will multitask with all of these tabs and finish with five other tabs opened. Two of those being YouTube videos, one is online shopping, and the other just being memes or something. Basically, you finish your writing and manage to keep your social life alive.
  • Ravenclaw: You always have a music tab open. You have a music tab and a "research tab" along with your writing page, but we all know that after a thousand words or so your research page really becomes your "let's sit and do nothing for a long while" page. But you do get a lot done, probably a bit more than what you set out to do.
  • Hufflepuff: You tell yourself you are going to write a couple hundred words then give yourself a five-minute break or something. This works really well and you get a lot done, although the revising process slowly kills you inside so you just choose to not do it, or do it really fast so that it takes like 0.1 seconds. The next day guilt eats at you so you have to go back on, and as you revise you change literally everything you wrote, but you only get halfway done because what started out with you trying to figure out the proper use of the word 'subjunctive' turns out to be three different tabs. One that has really corny jokes, another one of those websites with Personality Tests and stuff, and a YouTube video of 'Honey Badger Don't Care' or one of those 'Try Not To Laugh' videos.
  • Slytherin: This can go one of two ways, but it's usually the later. Either you just get it out of the way, or you turn on your music and try to make it interesting. You open a YouTube for your music which is mistake #1. Then, like a paragraph in, your listening to your music and you realize you haven't seen the music video for this song and then go on a hunt in YouTube to find it, eventually looking at sewing or cooking tutorials even though you can't do either of those things.
  • THE MORAL OF THE STORY, YOU ASK? JUST OPEN ONE TAB AND GET THAT WRITING DONE. DON'T EVEN TRY TO DO RESEARCH.
MELANIE MARTINEZ LYRICS RP STARTERS
  • "You've seem to replace your brain with your heart"
  • "Everyone thinks that we're perfect"
  • "Smile for the picture"
  • "Go back to being plastic"
  • "Kids are still depressed when you dress them up"
  • "He doesn't think I'm that fucking dumb, does he?"
  • "You call that ass your own, we call that silicone"
  • "All the makeup in the world won't make you less insecure"
  • "It's all fun and games 'til somebody falls in love"
  • "You already bought a ticket and there's no turning back now"
  • "Mr. Houdini, you're a freakshow"
  • "You build me up like building blocks just so you can bring me down"
  • "Fuck your degree"
  • "You think you're smarter than me with all your bad poetry"
  • "Why do I always spill?"
  • "God, I wish I never spoke"
  • "I'm sick of all the games I have to play"
  • "I love when you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do"
  • "It's not like I'm asking to be your wife!"
  • "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to!"
  • "I'll cry until the candles burn down this place"
  • "I'll cry until my pity party's in flames"
  • "He chased me and he wouldn't stop!"
  • "Tag, you're it!"
  • "I'm fucking crazy"
  • "Do you like my cookies? They're made just for you"
  • "A little pit of sugar and lots of poison, too!"
  • "Honey, do you want me now?"
  • "Someone told me 'stay away from things that aren't yours' but was he yours if he wanted me so bad?"
  • "Pacify her! She's getting on my nerves"
  • "You don't love her, stop lying with those words!"
  • "Loving her seems tiring"
  • "Don't be dramatic, it's only some plastic"
  • "No one will love you if you're unattractive!"
  • "Is it true that pain is beauty?"
  • "Will a pretty face make it better?"
  • "Do you swear you'll stay forever?"
  • "Baby soft skin turns into leather"
  • "We paint white roses red, each shade from a different person's head"
  • "This dream is a killer!"
  • "I really hate being safe"
  • "The normals, they make me afraid"
  • "The crazies, they make me feel sane"
  • "I'm not! Baby, I'm mad!"
  • "So what if I'm crazy? The best people are!"
  • "Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong"
  • "You like me best when I'm off my rocker"
  • "All the best people are crazy"
I loved you.. I really did. But love wasn’t enough for you and I.. Maybe in a another world, under different circumstances, we could’ve work out.
— 

-take care of yourself

-m.t.t.

anonymous asked:

How about telling him that you're pregnant? I'm a sucker for dad Shawn

You’ve seen those super cute videos of women telling their husbands or boyfriends that they’re pregnant, and you had always wanted to do that, especially since you and Shawn had been trying. You thought about different ways to tell him when the time finally came, but when you missed your period and took the pregnancy test you were just too excited. 

Surprisingly, shawn was home when you took it. He was in his music room downstairs, working on a song. You took three tests, just to be sure, and when the last one showed the word pregnant, you knew it had to be true. Before you could even think about a cute way to surprise him with the news, you were already grabbing the three tests from the counter and running down the stairs and through the hallway all the way to his music room. 

You burst in without even checking to see if he was in the middle of recording something, and he’s still playing his guitar when you shove the three tests at him. He’s so confused at first, and it takes him a minute to process that you just shoved some sticks you peed on at him. But when he notices what it is and reads what it says, a huge smile crosses his face. “You’re pregnant?” He asks, eyes wide. 

You’re on the verge of crying from happiness, so you just nod. 

He takes the tests from you, not even grossed out about the pee at all. He stares at it, almost like he can’t believe its true, finally he puts them down on the table next to him and pulls you into his arms. “You’re pregnant.” He repeats, “We’re going to be parents!” 

anonymous asked:

I know you kind of just did something like this but it'd be really cool to see a story where genin Sasuke and Sakura get to meet their future selves, when they're married. Also I love your writing, it's really detailed and very well written. You're my favorite.

i definitely started this three different times because i accidentally deleted it, but i hope this is okay! thank you for requesting, anon and your sweet words are appreciated! ♥

Sharingan eyes stared into their surroundings, searching for any type of movement. Sasuke glanced back at the girl who’s back was pressed to his, arms coated in blood, yet tiny hands held a kunai in each.

He could feel the trembling of her body against his, and it made his palms sweat and his mind race. 

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Sasuke was generally scared that he and Sakura wouldn’t make it out of this battle alive. His blood red eyes scanned their surroundings, the rogue ninja around them concealing their chakra to remain hidden.

“Sakura,” he spoke quietly. She jumped at his voice but turned her head slightly, soft pink tresses brushing against his shoulder. “Stay calm, we will be all right.”

He felt out of his nature, comforting this girl that was head over heels for him, and now they might’ve been facing their last minutes of life together. Sakura didn’t say a word though, only nodded and turned back to facing the opposite direction as he.

Damn you, Kakashi, he swore inside his head. Their sensei had sent the two of them ahead while Naruto and Kakashi fought back the remaining shinobi, and unless they had back up coming to help out, the end would be near.

“To your left!” Sakura’s shrill scream tore him from his thoughts and just in time, he caught the shinobi by the arm and slashed, tearing through skin and bathing himself in the enemy’s blood.

A sharp inhale cut through the air and the pair of Leaf shinobi were left alone again, scared and fighting for their lives.

When another shinobi cut through the brush, aiming for Sakura this time, Sasuke couldn’t round in time to protect her from her attacker. Instead, a wild fire rushed through Sasuke’s system, heating the core of his body like molten lava, and sending his mind to another dimension. The air from his lungs vanished, and a pull at his stomach made the scene clear.

A man with dark hair, longer than his own, stood in front of Sakura with the rogue ninja pressed against his sword. His face was pale, aristocratic almost, but the smallest of smirks played on his lips, while an onyx eye and violet eye were revealed from the quick movements.

Sasuke stood next to this tall man as he loomed over the couple, the cloak over his shoulders almost covering Sakura completely as he pushed their enemy off, and made crystal clear hand signals. 

But the one thing that threw Sasuke off was that this man only used one hand, and the entire forest in front of the two were set in a curtain of flames.

“Oh, no you don’t!” The shout from behind the Uchiha made Sasuke whip his head around, dark eyes wide with fascination as he watched a woman crush her fist into the side of another enemy’s face; the body was sent flying into the dense greenery, and a small chuckle sounded from this woman.

He couldn’t think, couldn’t feel. His stomach churned inside his body as he watched these two adults completely pummel their enemy’s like they were yesterday’s trash. Their teamwork struck him, causing his lips to part and his jaw to hang there in fascination.

Between the cracking of knuckles from the woman, and rapid swinging of the man’s sword, he couldn’t keep up with exactly what was going on. Sakura was apparently in the same trance as he was, and when she brushed shoulders with him, he didn’t even move.

“Who are they?” Sakura asks, her voice small and face coated in dirt and sweat. Evergreen eyes stared as the two shinobi finished up the job and stood in silence.

The woman’s hair was short, curling in towards the bottom and a lighter shade of pink than Sakura’s. While her green eyes were darker, her face wore a much more stern expression and her body was toned from head to toe in pure, lean muscle.

When she glanced back at the younger shinobi, she smiled gently before walking gracefully towards them.

“You’ll be okay,” she reassured, her lips painted in a pale red, almost as dark as the tank top that she wore. Her white capris had light smudges of dirt and blood on it, while her light skin wore small scrapes. While she was like life, resembling spring and everything colorful, the man next to her remained quiet with half of his face hidden.

His dark eye stayed on Sasuke, and Sasuke’s eyes remained on his. Neither of them spoke, until Sakura broke the silence. Her small voice evened out once she finally cleared her throat.

“Excuse me,” she piped up as she wiped the blood from her arms. “Who are you two?”

The older woman - who looked much like Sakura, but Sasuke wouldn’t say such a thing - laughed lightly before slouching over a running a hand over Sakura’s beat up arms. The cuts vanished instantly, and the blood dried up within seconds.

“You’ll find out someday when you’re older,” she winked with a bright smile, her light eyes shimmering with happiness. 

“Hn, let’s go,” the man ordered, a small smirk playing on his lips once more.

Sasuke only glared at the use of his word, Sasuke’s word, and this man was using it. When they began to walk off, they were only a few short steps away when the familiar pull at his stomach and the heated sensation in the pit of his gut appeared once more.

In a whirlpool effect, the two older shinobi disappeared in a swirl of black, leaving Sasuke and Sakura to themselves as Sasuke’s eyes scanned over the remaining bodies of the rogue nin.

“That was… weird,” Sakura muttered, her emerald orbs staring at her healed arms in fascination. Sasuke only smirked at her reaction as he placed his kunai back in its holster and buried his hands deep inside his pockets.

“Hn, I could’ve handled it all on my own,” he smirked, his mind still feeling fuzzy from the show that had just played out.

The thing that remained engraved in his mind was how close that woman resembled Sakura. And, the symbol on her back as they walked away.

The Uchiha symbol presented neatly and proudly, placed in between her shoulder blades on the back of her shirt, and matching the one that was placed on his own back.

Whatever, he thought, clearing his mind from the thought as he began to walk away, Sakura in tow.

I told him, “I don’t believe in planning for the future”

He replied with, “why not? It’s beneficial”

I responded with, “no matter how much you plan, you’ll be planning for yourself only without considering other factors, like a science experiment, if you don’t consider the other factors your whole experiment becomes shit. The only difference? In life , you don’t know what these other factors are, I never planned to meet you neither that you would be such a huge fucking part of my life or that you’d be the first person I’d need for help. So no matter how much you plan, no matter how precise, the most unexpected things will change these plans. One of them just happened to be you.”

—  11:23 P.M

practicallyinnocent  asked:

Hi and thank you for reblogging all things hilarious and cute and informative and everything inbetween. I stumbled upon your blog at random and have since become curious about your writing, but money is tight and I can't afford buying piles of books, and apparently you're not too well represented at my local (Swedish) library </3 So - where do I start? At your first publication or somewhere else?

There are so many free short stories online!  So many!

Try the archives at Lightspeed Magazine and Nightmare Magazine and Uncanny Magazine and my website.  That will let you decide whether you like the way I put words in a line.  If you do, the first book to snag is probably Rosemary and Rue.  It was my first, and there are things I would do differently now, but it tells you whether you like the way I put words in a very long line.

And then the world’s your mollusk.

anonymous asked:

reaper, mccree, and hanzo finding out s/o doesn't know how to blow up balloons and teasing/teaching them? (i saw this ask on a different blog and it was rlly cute, I think you're writing would make it even better c: )

Edit, there’s post with this premise, just with Roadhog, Junkrat, and Reinhardt right here.

Reaper


You quickly became flustered under his masks blank stare and could almost feel his judgmental stare.

“Sh..shut up!”

“I didn’t say anything,” his head tilted slightly, amusement coating his words.

“You didn’t have to,” you murmured, hands still on the empty balloon, “I know what you’re thinking.”

“I would never,” he watched as your pressed your lips to the opening again and began blowing, “It’s just that I know that you’re good with your mouth.”

You sputtered and the little air that you got into the balloon hissed out. Pushing down the redness in your cheeks you took a deep breath again and your aching cheeks puffed out once more.

Reaper pinched the neck of the balloon and your eyebrows scrunched together in anger.

“You’re going to pass out doing it that way.”

He raised his hand at your protests.

“It’s clearly not working.”

He slowly walked you through the steps, surprisingly not as mocking as you assumed. Making sure you that you stretched the balloon before and the plastic quickly stretched with air. Holding the full balloon over your head you gave a small cheer. 

“Now you only have to fill another forty nine,” he rasped, hand on his hip as your face fell, “Good luck, I’m going to do anything else.”

“Noo,” your hands leaned forward, “stay with me I’ll get lonely.”

He watched as you quickly filled the remaining balloons, smile hidden underneath his mask. His chest grew warm at the way you seemed to crave his presence.

McCree


Despite his easy-going persona he presented to distract people from his self loathing, McCree was sharp eyed. Knowing when people where hiding things from him was a crucial skill that he picked up when he was with Deadlock and was honed in his time with Blackwatch. 

And every instinct in his body was telling him that you were hiding something. He just couldn’t figure out what it was. The two of you were decorating the rec room for Tracer’s birthday and when Mei had handed the colourful balloons to you, you quickly delegated the task to McCree.

Now he just stared at you, face being covering by the expanding balloons, and his eyes narrowed. He was quickly going through the pile while his mind raced, what was it with balloons that irritated you. Noticing your boyfriend’s thoughtful glare you gave an awkward chuckle. 

“Is there something on my face,” your hand reached to touch your cheek and he tied the last balloon.

Dropping the blue balloon in the pile that was around his feet he walked towards you, careful not to step on any. His metal hand reached out and you pulled yourself into his arms.

“I give up,” he murmured into your neck.

“About what?” giggling as he pressed a kiss delicately there.

“I can’t figure out what you’re hiding about balloons,” your body froze and your cheeks began to burn with embarrassment.

Covering your face with your hands, your muffled voice rang out, “You’re going to make fun of me.”

“Darlin’, you know that ain’t true.”

Taking a deep breath you looked McCree straight in the eyes.

“I can’t blow up balloons.”

He began chuckling and you got a little upset, trying to struggle yourself out of his grip. He tightened the grip and you pushed at his chest.

“You said you wouldn’t,” you pouted, looking away and he gently pressed kisses across your face.

“Puddin’, it’s just that you could have just asked me to teach you,” he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I guess it is a little silly,” smile slowly crossing your face and he pulled out an empty balloon.

“Ain’t no time like the present,” he handed it to you and quickly ran through the steps.

Five minutes later you held a tied balloon, it drooping slightly in your hand, and a proud smile on your face.

Hanzo


He tenderly ran his fingers through your hair, nails scratching gently at your scalp. Practically sprawled across him, you gave a murmur and pushed into his gentle touch. Hanzo chuckled and your heart grew warm at the carefree way he was showing affection in public. 

“You’re acting like a koneko,” slipping into Japanese as he forgot the word, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember the word, “a small cat.”

“A kitten,” your eyes stared lovingly at the lines in his face, knowing that it bothered him slightly when he made mistakes.

“Oy! Lovebirds!” you shot up to be hit in the face by a dozen empty balloons.

Hanzo stared annoyed at Tracer, who just appeared in the room, who just waved it away.

“We’re gonn’ fill Soldier 76′s room full of balloons as he’s away on mission. So if you could fill those up that would be great.”

Blinking out of the room as Hanzo grumbled at the carefree attitude of the British woman. 

“I’ve never filled balloons,” you whispered picking one up.

He quickly stretched one and you mimicked his motions.

“It’s not that hard,” before putting it in his mouth and quickly filling it up.

Inspired by the easy way he did it you quickly followed suit, lips pressing forwards to blow air into the plastic. Your cheeks puffed up and began to turn red from the force of air refusing to go into the balloon.

Hanzo choked down a laugh as you kept blowing air into the balloon. It was when spit flew out of your mouth and flew onto the floor that the laughter burst out of him.

You gave him the stink eye and he laughed even harder at that.

“I told you I’ve never done this before,” your pride hurting as you slowly shuffled away on your butt.

“I’m sorry,” his hands gently pulled you back into his arms, “Don’t go.”

You settled into his arms but still grumbling until he pressed an apologetic kiss to your shoulder. With an apologetic air he quickly filled all of the balloons that Tracer happened to come back for right after he finished the last. He rested his head against your back and just listened to your body fill with air.

“I can’t believe you can’t blow up balloons.”

Mystic Messenger Reset Theory
  • 707: We know you're real. Even though we live in different worlds, you treated us kindly. However, we do know that someday, you're going to find someone 'real', someone who doesn't reciprocate your feelings behind a screen. Someday, we'll part ways when you delete this app. Before you go, we want to say . . .
  • All RFA members: Thank you.
  • Zen: Thank you for your words of encouragement.
  • Yoosung: Thank you for your sense of humour.
  • Jaehee: Thank you for listening.
  • Jumin: Thank you for what you've done for the RFA.
  • Everyone: Thank you for changing ourselves for the better.
  • 707: Even though we had our insecurities, you stayed.
  • We hope you're happy with your special someone in the real world. Please remember us, do not reset.
I can’t explain how I feel about you. It’s so different from what I’m used to. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so desperate, so intrigued, so drawn to someone. I’ve loved people who didn’t love me back, who couldn’t love me back, but for some reason you’re different. I’ve never had to break someone’s walls down. I’ve never had to try and get someone to let their guard down. It’s always just happened naturally.
—  But for some reason, you’re different
Soulmate AU: You're Born Knowing Your Soulmate's Biggest Secret III

When your parents believed you were old enough, they asked you what your soulmate’s secret was. You may have been old enough to speak, but comprehending why your parents would turn white at your revelation still escaped you. After stumbling around their words, their initial intentions on talking sweet words of encouragement took a completely different turn.

And that’s how you learned what an Obscurial was.

In hindsight, it might not have been a good idea. You were overcome with a vile cocktail of feelings: fear of what their capabilities as an Obscurial could mean; anger at your luck and at the world for hurting them so much that they became a host to an Obscurus in the first place; but most of all, an overwhelming sadness. Obscurials didn’t live beyond 10. Your soulmate was going to die soon, likely before you’d even find them.

What was more was that there supposedly hadn’t been Obscurials for centuries so you didn’t have the first inkling of where to focus specifically on to find one. And even beyond just that, your soulmate probably felt trapped and scared of their own selves; what pain had they known?

You felt almost like a failure for not being there to comfort them.

By the time you reached 10, you had to be placed under close watch to assure that you didn’t cause any harm towards yourself at the awareness that your true love was likely dead by now. To your parents’ surprise, you instead provide yourself a code to live by: to be happy for both you and your deceased soulmate.
From then on, you took care to take on a happier approach to life, to be as helpful as possible to those in need and developing a tremendous soft spot for those who felt trapped. You felt it was your calling and for as bittersweet as the surrounding situation was, you couldn’t help but feel thankful to your dead soulmate for pointing you in such a direction.

So when a destructive, black mass appeared and began to reek havoc upon the city, you couldn’t help but feel an odd breed of happiness upon the realization of what it was. You didn’t care that you looked like a looney, running towards the destruction rather than away from it. You’d spent years thinking he was dead before you even got to meet him and now that you knew how to care for others, you sure as hell weren’t going to let him go for real!

anonymous asked:

Hey! Do you have any tips or pointers for developing an art style? I just love your art so much and you're a huge inspiration !!

IM SOOOO BAD AT WORDS BUT IM GONNA TRY JUST FOR U

I feel like the one thing I can give you as a tip is to not restrict or limit yourself when it comes to trying out new things! From my experience, when I was trying to develop an art style, I’d always be like “I’m only gonna draw hands BOXY so that people can distinguish my art when they see it,” but it’d stop me from like. Playing around and experimenting with different things, y’know? Like what if I draw more realistic hands instead of boxy ones, what if I put fingernails on them instead of not, what if I play around with the density of the lines instead of having them at 100%, what if I color this way instead of that, what if I use more straight lines instead of curvy lines, what if i find a way to use BOTH??

as time passes, you kinda just develop an art style on your own, and even then, an art style isn’t something that stays permanent – imo, it’s something that’s always changing w/ the little decisions you make along the way! 

BUT ANYWAY. as hard as it may sound, dont worry too much about getting an art style right off the bat!! use neon colors!! use pastel colors!! draw extremely lanky and out-of-proportion legs!! bottom line is, kick ass and have fun and it will come to u eventually!! U GO, BUDDY!!!!! 

anonymous asked:

Just saw your post about Drive not getting the attention of Winter Song, with that in mind.... Honestly? I love it, lovelovelove it's sweet and just the right balance of feels to angst to keep me reading. You're doing an amazing job and deserve all of the lovely words. Your fics are gorgeous, and I love them :)

Thank you! (And I don’t mean to come across like I’m complaining. I appreciate every comment and kudos I get and would never expect anything more than what people feel like giving.)

I like Drive. It’s a lot of fun to write. I’m writing it because I skipped the events of Episodes 1-7 in Winter Song and wanted to explore Victor and Yuuri falling for each other, though in a different way than what we saw in canon.

My original concept for the fic was Victor just showing up in Japan and surprising Yuuri, but the story worked much, much better with Christophe and Phichit there.

Also, I like road trip and urban/city aesthetics. I wanted to write a fic that had a lot of that imagery in it.

Music Video

Request: Can you do a imagine where Y/N is a famous R&B artist and is dating Peter Parker and has a music video to do (Do U Dirty by Kehlani) so she invites him to be in the music video as the love interest where she’s grinding and teasing him leaving flustered and he doesn’t know how to react because he’s so sweet… 💕💕💕

You sat in your biology class waiting for the bell to ring. You were so very uninterested in the words being said. You and your boyfriend had already studied and read the chapters the test was going to be over. It was in preparation for you to be out for a week doing a music video. There were plenty of people with bands in your high school, you happened to land a solo career. It was luck mixed with talent, you just so happened to be singing in the right spot at the right time for someone very important to hear you. Since then, everyone wanted to be your friend, which was fine and all but you were a nerd before all of this. You were just a girl who’s boyfriend talked her into an open mic night. Before that night you were just Peter Parker’s girlfriend, people knew you were the weird-nerd-behind-the-camera’s girlfriend so you didn’t see why now all of a sudden you should just accept all of these new people into your life. As the bell rang, signaling the end of class and the end of the school day you found Peter waiting at your locker. You grinned at him and immediately hugged him. You loved the way Peter smelled, and if you hugged him long enough that smell would linger on you.

“How was your day?” he asked as you let him go. You gave him a look of pure exhaustion.

“I have been rehearsing choreography for four days straight, and then the actor that I my manager wanted me to use well he is like twice my age! Mom put her foot down, thank god! But now… no actor,” you sighed, and grabbed the last of your books before closing the locker.

“I’m sorry. Is you biology teacher going to let you take that test early?”

“Yes, and thank you very much for helping me study.”

“No problem, whatever you need.”

As he said that the wheels started turning in your head. He walked with you out of the school, he usually rode with you home. Well most of the time the driver would take him home.

“Peter, would you be willing to help me with something?”

“Uh yeah, sure.”

“Call Aunt May, you’re gonna be home late. Tell her it’s for me and she won’t care.” you advised. It was true though, Aunt May adored you. Peter liked to joke that she liked you more than him, you weren’t always so sure there was no truth to that statement. You entered the apartment you and your mom had moved to once you got popular. It was a nicer place with a dance studio… or rather an extra room you used as a dance studio. The floors were sprung hardwood and the wall was covered in mirrors.

“I would like you to be my music video boyfriend too,” You said.

“What?” Peter asked.

“I know you can dance,” you teased, that’s how you met, Aunt May put him  in dance and he was the only boy there. For some reason the two of you hit it off.

“Well yeah, but for one of your music videos?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun. I’ll teach you the choreography all these next two weeks, and then we’ll shoot.” you assured. He looked apprehensive so you whipped out the puppy dog eyes, “Pretty please, Petey?” you asked.

“Fine, okay,” he agreed, “Stop making that face.”

You surged forward and kissed him excitedly, “Oh how did I get so lucky? Especially with all the fuckboys swarming in that school.”

“I wonder how I got so lucky. I mean you’re a star.”

“I’m still the girl you pushed out to go to open mic night. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“I’m sure you would have been found on your own. You’re too talented to stay hidden.” he smiled sweetly.

“I love you, Peter.”

“Love you too.”

After weeks of grueling choreography, mostly just you showing Peter his moves with the help of your choreographer, it was time to shoot. You found it easier to keep on a persona with your music, sure the sexy, cool R&B persona that people knew you by was a part of you but it was a small previously well hidden. Peter had gotten peaks of it, especially in your teasing, but you planned to give him a full show. You were happy that the choreography didn’t ask much of him, just to be in the right place at the right time. The music started up once you were all in position. Peter was absolutely bewildered as you dance on and around him. He barely made it to the right places. He didn’t know if he should touch you or not.

You pushed and pulled at him rolling your body against his, then leaving him all together in favor of the camera. The words of the song fell from your lips effortlessly while you went through the choreography for the first location. You did multiple takes of course, and by the end of it the two of you were absolutely pooped.

“You did great, Pete!” You grinned giving him a warm hug. This embrace was very different from the ones he had been receiving all day.

“Really? Because I felt like a meat ball. You're… you’re gorgeous in front of that camera,” he complimented earnestly. He shifted his weight on his feet nervously, “I didn’t even know what to do with myself.”

“I’m sure it’ll come out perfect.” you assured, “I thought you handled yourself well, better than half the professionals, and I wouldn’t have even minded if you wanted to grab a little something,” you winked, teasing him. Peter just wasn’t the type to do something like that without your permission and even then it was dicey. His face was red at your words and he seemed to be struggling to get out a sentence.

“You are just too sweet, Peter Parker,” you sighed pinching his cheek.

“Hey!” he complained batting your hand away, “I can be macho… and grabby.”

“Nah, but it’s fine, I love the way you love me. My mom ordered pizza, how about we chill, get comfy and watch a movie, and you can see how grabby you can persuade yourself to be.”

Peter loved just seeing you in your sweats and a random t-shirt that probably belonged to him at some point. He looked at how soft and warm you looked and set upon wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close while you focused on shoving pizza in your mouth.

“This is your definition of grabby?”

“Mmhm,” he answered.

You settled into the position. It was nice, you liked his definition of grabby.

Skylar Grey Sentence Starters.
  • You showed your cards
  • No ones who they say they are
  • And I'm not who you thought I was
  • This angel has lost her wings
  • I'm building a monster
  • You see the signs, but you can't read
  • You're runnin' at a different speed
  • Your heart beats in double time
  • Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind
  • You can't be saved
  • Oblivion is all you crave
  • If there's some left for you
  • You don't mind if you do
  • Nothing can take my breath away
  • My lungs are empty anyway
  • Do what you like
  • Don't surprised or terrified
  • There are no more tears left to cry
  • You will make me commit murder
  • Baby, I'd kill for you
  • In my bed I believe every word that you've said
  • Just a kiss and you make me forget
  • All the bad, the battles we've lost, the bodies we hid
  • You don't know, just how far I'd be willing to go
  • You put the cracks into my moral code
  • So you can count on me to always be there

anonymous asked:

Dee you're amazing, even till this day I can't imagine how you can describe all those different scenarios so realistically in your fics, I feel so immersed in them when I read them, and I can relate to a character that's most likely the polar opposite of what I am, or think I am. That's why you're amazing (besides other things I can't describe rn because word limit) and I thank you for choosing to share with us the time you could be spending doing other things. We appreciate u very very much. <3

usually I am a silent reader (but always reblog your chapters!) but today I wanted to send you a message first to thank you for taking the time to bless us with an update and a long chapter within your time off! Second thing i want to say is that I really love Sin City, I admire the way you can come up with such a good plot for the story and how you describe your characters, i wish i could do that! you are one of my favourite writers! pls take care and have a nice day <3 -sinfulmochi

ily, eveything you do got me snatched from head to toe and I hope that spark in you that has the ability to write as you do never dies <3

I love you guys !!!!