your tattoos are so nice

Scandalous (M) | 03

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Summary: When you meet Taehyung in a bar one night, you don’t expect to fall for him. He was different, tattoos inked along his arms and a bright smile on his face. He was the opposite of everything you were; he was free – or so you thought.

Genre/Warnings: Socialite!AU, Badboy!Taehyung. Angst + Smut; This one is a lot more tame than the others. It’s mostly angst but there’s a little heated moment thrown in at the end. Brace yourselves, kiddos, it’s only going to get angstier from here.

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A Stage Door Tattoo: The Leslie Odom Jr. Tattoo Saga as told by briana (not flan laurens)

I’ve told the Leslie tattoo saga to several different people who have asked to hear the story. It was suggested (by ronni) for me to make a master post on tumblr with pictures and details for all those interested. I thank you for being invested in my life and for adoring Leslie Odom Jr. as much as I do. I hope you enjoy!

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my mom worked as a graphic designer for our local library (i know right) when i was growing up, and she drew these black eyed susans for a bookmark project. i loved them when i was a kid and now i’ll always have them (and her) with me!!

it’s worth noting that black eyed susans mean encouragement in victorian flower language, which is perfect for a tattoo honoring my awesome mom c:

anonymous asked:

Lol I did an livet er nå tattoo on myself last week and it's fucking amazing, it's my first and probably last tattoo cause I'm bad at committing but it just seemed like the perfect one for me. (I have done tattoos for years on other people so don't worry I knew what I was doing 😂)

Aww, that’s great! It’s so nice that your first tattoo is SKAM related. :)

anonymous asked:

your tattoo is gorgeous, you're stunning and cute and seeing so many nice asks made my heart flutter. also that dress is actually rather gorgeous imo, i like its pattern specially.

Thank you sweet babe ❤️

My new tattoo guys! I love it soooo much! (Yes I realize some of the lines are messy, I don’t do well with pain, I think she did an amazing job with how much I was actually moving. That being said if you don’t like it don’t comment, it’s my tattoo not yours, I love it so unless it’s nice please keep your opinions to yourself)

No Ink?

hi so it’s been forever since i posted a new imagine hahha and i do apologise but well it’s summer and i’ve been out and about ((with a social life, for once)) so i haven’t had much time to write soooo here’s one! its a tattoo artist!luke one, seeing as how everyone is writing them and 2k15luke had got me obsessed and unable to keep my hands from writing about him! i hope you guys enjoy it and it’s probably really shitty hahah i didn’t quite know what to think of it 

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The bell dinged, alerting Calum to the entry of new clients at the front of the shop. He walked out, wiping his hands on his jeans as he put on a welcoming smile in case the newcomer was the nervous type. What he didn’t expect to see, of course, was the sight of two girls, one dark and one light, standing by the front desk, the light one looking nervously around her whilst the dark one stared expectantly at him.

“Y/N! What a surprise,” he greeted the dark one. The only reason he thought of her as “dark”, really, was because she was clothed in all black, with black combat boots tattered enough for some holes to be peeking through, and jet-black hair so dark they looked almost blue in the dim light of the shop. The other girl was all light then, in stark contrast to Y/N standing there, in a white top and skirt, looking a lot like an angel.

Y/N coughed, bringing Calum back to reality and he grinned, unembarrassed to be caught staring. “So, what brings you girls here, to such a dark part of town?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing full well that Calum was pulling their leg, since the shop was in uptown Manhattan, hardly the “dark part of town”. Her friend though, didn’t look quite convinced, and was still casting sceptical looks across the room.

“Y/F/N here needs a tattoo, and I thought you know, since you do tattoos and all that, you could help her out.” Y/N waved a hand dismissively in the direction of her friend - Y/F/N, Calum reminded himself - and he looked at her, eyebrows raised.

Y/N grinned, glancing at Y/F/N and making sure she wasn’t paying attention before leaning over the counter to whisper conspiratorially into Calum’s ear. “She’s not really as timid as she looks, don’t let her good girl act fool you.”

Calum nodded. “Right then, Y/F/N, what kind of tattoo would you like?” He clapped his hands together, before reaching down and pulling out a catalogue from under the counter. “Y/N, are you going to help her choose?”

Y/N shook her head, heading down the narrow hallway towards the back of the shop. “I’m going to pee, have fun!”  

As Y/N wandered down the hallway in search of the bathroom, she contemplated getting a tattoo for herself, and as her mind was sifting through various tattoo designs, she walked into a wall. “Oof,” she managed, before stumbling backwards and towards the floor. Quite out of nowhere, a hand shot out and steadied her, and she looked up in surprise. So she didn’t quite walk into a wall, it would seem.

“Uh, hey, you okay there?” The tall - very very tall - blond boy looked down upon her, his features creased in concern. Y/N nodded, well aware of the blood rushing towards her cheeks, colouring them red.

“Uh, right.” He nodded, looking unconvinced. “What are you doing back here, anyways? Who are you?” He peered at her suspiciously, as if just realising that she was a complete stranger in the back of his shop, - which meant that she was assuming he was Calum’s friend, and fellow shop owner, of course - He raised an ink covered hand and scratched the back of his head awkwardly, still looking at Y/N with a frown on his face.

“I was looking for the bathroom. Until I walked into the wall,” she started. “But then I realised it wasn’t a wall, it was you. You were the wall, not an actual…” She trailed off, looking up at the blond giants face, only to find an amused smile and twinkling blue eyes looking down at her. She nodded in mortification, repeating, “Right, the bathroom.”

He pointed down the hallway. “Second door on your right.”

Y/N nodded again, walking down the hall with her head down, the only thought running through her mind was, how am I ever going to live that down?

“Hey Calum,” Luke called out as he opened the fridge and reached for a beer. “Who was that chick in the hall? Looking for the bathroom?”

Calum walked into the pantry for a glass of water for Y/F/N and leaned against the kitchen top, grinning. “A friend, why?”

Luke shrugged, avoiding the question, choosing to instead open the bottle and taking a big gulp. “So who’s the guest in the front? New, or regular?” They had an unspoken rule, with Calum handling the new clients and Luke the regulars, since Calum was better with people than Luke ever would be.

“New, and a mighty fine one at that. All light and angelic, though her personality says otherwise. Quite a change from her friend, the girl you met back there.” Calum gestured towards the bathroom.

“The punk one?” Calum grinned. “She’s not exactly punk, is she? More funeral-garb than anything else, without all that brightly coloured hair and kohl eyeliner around her eyes, eh?”

Now it was Calum’s turn to shrug. “Don’t be so quick to judge, my friend. You’d be surprised at her punk-ness.”

Luke shook his head and raised his beer. “Man, you’re nuts. Go back out there with your angel girl.”

“So, that’s your tattoo all done and nice, how’d you figure?” Calum smiled at Y/F/N, making Y/N snort at their obvious chemistry.

Y/F/N giggled, her hand ghosting over her hip where her top rode up slightly, leaving her new tattoo visible. “It’s cute.”

“It’s cute,” Calum repeated in disbelief. “I’m a badass tattoo artist and I ink you with your first ever tattoo and you think it’s cute?” He shook his head. “Man, you chicks are weird.”

Y/F/N shrugged, “It’s cute. How much is it?”

Calum shrugged, “Only if you tell me what it’s for.”


“The tattoo, why’d you get it? Painful promise, meaningful art, the result of an impulsive decision… Declaration of love?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting expectantly.

Y/F/N made a noise in the back of her throat, clearly having no intention of answering the question.

Y/N sighed dramatically. “She’s embarrassed by the question. Thinks the reason for her getting a tattoo is embarrassing. However, a dare’s a dare. And Y/F/N’s no chicken.” She shot a wicked grin in the direction of her friend.

Just then, Luke walked in. “What’s a dare?”

All three of them jumped, heads swivelling to look at the towering giant.

“Her tattoo is the result of a dare,” Calum explained.

Luke nodded as though it was the most logical reason for getting a tattoo in the world. He looked at Y/N. “No ink for you?”

Y/N shook her head in horror. “No thanks.”

Luke laughed. “What, too cool for a tattoo?”

“No, it’s just that I don’t believe in having to have tattoos and piercings and brightly-coloured hair and kohl eyeliner to be punk, y’know? I could be wearing a checkered skirt and a sweater and still be punk,” she shrugged.

“Besides’ a tattoo is too much of a commitment for Y/N to make anyway, she’d have trouble breaking up with it.” Y/F/N interrupted with a peal of laughter.

The two boys looked confused as Y/N proceeded to whack her friend lightly in mock annoyance. “I do not have trouble committing to getting a tattoo!”

“Right,” Y/F/N nodded knowingly.

“What do you girls mean she’d have trouble committing to a tattoo?” Calum finally voiced up.

“Oh you know, Y/N here has serious commitment issues. She can’t commit to anything, at all. It’s why she’s a compulsive shopper and has about a hundred shoes of the exact same designs, but in different shades of colours.” Y/F/N laughed again, this time right in Y/N’s blushing face.

“Well then, she’d make excellent friends with Luke, wouldn’t she?” Calum broke in. He draped an arm over Luke’s broad shoulders. “Our Luke here too has commitment issues. You’ve never had a proper girlfriend, have you?” He directed the question at Luke, who shook the enquiry off, shaking his head and changing the subject, albeit not very subtly.

“So, are we closing up? I need to grab dinner, I’m starving.”

“Actually, we were going to get dinner together. All four of us.” Calum interjected, Y/F/N shaking her head vigorously at Y/N to say no, obviously to get some “alone time” with Calum, seeing as how it had been barely an hour and they were both already smitten with each other.

Luke was in the process of agreeing, before Y/N made her decision - what was probably her worst decision ever, when she thought back to it - and grabbed Luke’s arm, pulling him out of the shop. “We’re having dinner together,” she called back to the pair of them, who had already linked hands and were walking down the opposite side of the street after Calum had locked the shop up.

“Hey! What was that for?” Luke pulled his arm away, rubbing at the spot where Y/N’s fingers had circled them.

“Are you really that dense? They obviously wanted some alone time, and you were going to join them and third-wheel?” Y/N shook her head, unsurprised.

Luke shrugged, seemingly uninterested in the fact that he had almost ruined what was becoming a first date. “Well then, can we go grab dinner now? I’m really starving, I haven’t ate since breakfast.”

Y/N laughed. “What? No, I’m not having dinner with you. I have a pizza date waiting for me at home, and I don’t believe in eating with strangers. Especially not ink-filled strangers whom I’ve barely met for ten minutes.”

“I’m not a stranger! I’m Luke! And besides’ you’d eat with Calum,” he protested.

Y/N nodded. “True, but then I’ve known Calum since we were kids and he tried to stick his pencil into my lunch.” 

“Well, can’t you at least pretend I’m Calum? I don’t have my car, Calum took it.” He pouted adorably but Y/N merely laughed, getting into her car. “Sorry Lukey, but some other time. Go get yourself dinner before you starve and die.”

She started the engine, winding down her window and putting a hand out to wave at him before pulling out of the car park, leaving a bewildered and confused Luke staring after her.

“Rowan looked into her eyes, into the very core of her, and said, ‘Fireheart’.”  - sjmaas, Heir of Fire

another semi-realistic portrait, this time of darling rowan (aka one of those characters I did not expect to like as much as I do now) hope you don’t mind linneart but I based his tattoos off your design as they looked so nice n_n

Our Little Secret (Part Five)

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As you looked up at the guy next to you his arm wrapped around your waist, and the biggest smirk across his face.

“(Y/N), this is Michael, and this is Calum.” Luke introduced you two a black haired, tattooed guy, and a more tanned skinned tattooed guy. Both reaching out and shaking your hand.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you guys,” a smile forced across your face, “but if you could excuse us for a moment, I have to steal my amazing boyfriend for a moment.” you said grabbing Luke’s hand and dragging him to the first room you could find, slamming the door behind you. “WHAT THE HELL HEMMINGS!” You yelled. “How could you do that?! I did not agree to this!” You said walking towards him the anger evident in your face. “What the hell is so funny Hemmings?” His smirk still placed across his face, arms crossed against his chest as he leaned against the dresser next to him.

“Nothing really, you’re just really amusing when you’re mad,” he said pushing himself off the dresser and walking towards you. “I mean I have never seen a girl so angry about pretending to be my girlfriend before.” He said stopping in front of you arms still folded and his eyes locking straight on yours. You held his gaze not backing down. How could he be so full of himself? Seriously? All you wanted to do was focus on finishing the year with good grades, and enjoy your time with your friends.

“Maybe that’s because I’m not one of the hundreds of girls on campus who fawn over you and plan my life around which parties you’re hosting or going to be at?” You stated firmly.

“Is that so baby girl? Because I do think that I’ve seen you at a few of the parties I’ve been at and hosted, and that can’t be just a coincidence now can it?” his cockiness, and all you wanted to do was slap that stupid smirk off his face, but you refrained. Trying to collect your composure before saying anything you would regret later. Deep breath.

“As a matter of fact it is coincidence, I mean our school may be big but the only parties ever thrown on campus are by the frats, and I don’t even go to that many, so it’s not that surprising that we’ve been to that same parties, even though that may seem to shock you.” you snap back with a confident smirk of your own. “I mean I know it must be hard to believe that a girl like me, doesn’t plan my life around you, but I mean here I am.” you shot back hoping to at least wipe the smirk off his face a little bit, but of course there it was still sitting there looking back at you. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” you snap.

“Because as hard as it might be to believe you are really starting to interest me, baby girl.” he stated simply. “Plus for now you’re stuck with me so I better get used to your feisty attitude.” he said placing his arm on your shoulder. These statements causing you to roll your eyes.

“Fine,” you sigh, “But lets get some things straight here, I don’t do a lot of PDA, I’m not into constant partying, and my grades actually are important to me.” as you began to list off a bunch of things, you could still feel his eyes on you. “What are you looking at?” you asked getting slightly self-conscious now, beginning to feel the alcohol wearing off.

“Sweetheart, let’s get something clear, I may have gotten you into this, and you may think you have some control, but we’re playing by my rules,” he stated, “if this is going to work, I need to make the guys think that you are actually my girlfriend, which means you have to do as I say.”

“Oh do I now? because it’s your fault that we are in this situation, if you weren’t so worried about your fratboy image, then we wouldn’t be having this problem now would we?” you say smugly.

“Yes, but if you hadn’t found my little hide out you also wouldn’t have had to worry about this now would you?” he retorted.

“Ah, so true, because I was just out hunting for the infamous Luke Hemmings in the basement of the library where no one goes.” you replied sarcastically.

“Oh I know that is exactly what you were doing, as much as you hate to admit it, princess,” he said nudging your cheek.

“Oh my gosh how are you so full of yourself all the time?” you said finally having enough, “I am actually going to help you with this and you’re going to act like an asshole? That’s not really making me want to help you out. And I’ve had enough of your shit for one night so I’m going to get going. Goodnight Luke, I’ll see you around.” You said finally making your way to the door.

“See you tomorrow baby girl,” he said firmly.

“Excuse me, tomorrow?” genuinely taken aback by his blunt statement.

“Tomorrow you and I are going out for brunch with the guys,” he said simply, “Like I said we have to sell this relationship now, and we’re playing by my rules.” He said grabbing the door handle behind you before leaning down and whispering in your ear, “Plus its time that everyone on campus knows that I’m off the market.” he said sweetly, before kissing your cheek and exiting the room leaving you speechless, at the events that had just taken place.


Part six? Let me know.