#request to anyone talented with photoshop

[fuckyeah-bears]

is anyone good at photoshop and willing to make an image of a bear wearing a keffiyeh for me? I want to post it on bearotonin, but my photoshop skills are very rudimentary at best :|

#request to anyone talented with photoshop #help a girl out #please and thank you #free palestine

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Hi, I love your writing. I really want to make a request where the readers have eating disorder but works in the modeling industries. She is like dating Gerard, but they were in a super big fight because of her eating disorder, as well as her constant traveling for fashion weeks, and at the end, they make up, and Gerard is helping her getting better, and stuff like that. I really love your writing, can you please write one? THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

Title: Poisons A/N: I actually got two requests for something like these. The endings for both requests were slightly different, but here’s the first one. I didn’t really edit it, just because I haven’t updated much content in forever, but here you go! Pairing: Gerard Way (probably late Black Parade era) x Model!F!Reader Word count: 3,170 Warnings: Eating disorder, swearing, angst, drama, there’s just a lot.

Okay, so this was not what Gerard expected to come home to.

The man expected to go back to his New York apartment, shared with his gorgeous girlfriend, and for everything to be perfect. Well maybe not perfect, but perfect in Gerard’s mind.

He wanted nothing more than to just eat some chips, not having eaten in 16 hours due to his flight and partial distaste to airplane food, and curl up with his girlfriend, hugging every inch of her curves.

Instead he came home to a house that was nearly empty of any food, only a few protein shakes resided in the large fridge. This was already a huge warning sign Gerard looked out for. His mind attempted to justify itself, thinking that maybe he was jumping to the worst of the worst conclusions. No, you were probably just traveling so much that you weren’t at home enough to actually buy food.

He sighed, moving to one of the cabinets he knew the take out menus were hidden in. Opening it up, he picked up one of the cheap paper menus covered in dust, shaking it with his hand to get it off. Great, these hadn’t been touched in months.

After debating mentally between Chinese and Italian, he moved to your bedroom, in hopes to finally see the love of his life after months of being absent on tour. There you were, peacefully sleeping in bed. Jetlag, he knew.

He carefully removed his shoes, moving to his closet to change his airplane clothes to more comfortable ones. Climbing into the warm bed beside you, he placed his hands on your hips as he always had. His initial smile soon turned into a frown.

Even under the large hoodie you were wearing he could feel the painful outlines of your ribs. Grimacing to himself, he heard a small sigh fall from your lips. “Gee?” You coarsely called out.

“Mhm,” He hummed back, kissing the top of your head despite the pure disappointment towards you that coarse through his veins.

“What’re you doing? Weren’t you supposed to be gone for another week?” You asked again, still half asleep.

“The guys and I decided to cancel the last week where we were just supposed to travel, I missed you too much.” He smiled lightly, moving your hair to the side to kiss your neck.

“Mmm,” You hummed quietly, your consciousness growing back. Within seconds realization hit you, your eyes internally going wide, not wanting to show anything to Gerard, and you pulled away from him slightly.

“Babe,” He sighed, “We’re not doing this again.” “Doing what again?” You tried to pretend to not understand what he was saying.

“You’re a gorgeous, talented model,” He began with a soft smile, “But don’t go into acting, you’re not good at it.” “Gee, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You fired back.

“Take off your hoodie,” He insisted, “Now.” “Gerard, what the fuck?” You scoffed, “Take off my hoodie?” “You heard me,” He stated, “Take it off.” “Why would I take it off?” You scrowled.

“So I can confirm that you haven’t been eating like you’re supposed to.”

“Gerard, please-” You begged, now falling off your pedestal of lies. He sighed heavily, rolling his eyes.

“Why haven’t you?” He asked, looking at you, “What has caused you not to eat again? I thought we were over this.”

“I don’t think that’s your problem.” You snapped. You rarely if ever did so, but this was only further confirmation that you hadn’t eaten in a couple of days. You were cranky.

“Damn right it is my problem.” He sat up next to you, his face had gone completely serious. There were traces of anger in his eyes, his pulsing veins along his muscular arms told you all you needed to know. He wasn’t only infuriated with your habit, he was disappointed.

A word you hated. You absolutely hated. The way it sounded, the meaning, how it made you feel. “Please,” You begged him, your once bright eyes gray from the torture you had put yourself through. “Please what?” He asked, his tone still somewhat harsh.

“Just don’t be mad.” You pleaded. You could see his eyes scan over your face, looking for any signs that you were lying. He found none.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes to clear his head he nodded lightly. “Alright,” He said barely letting out a breath, “But you need to tell me everything.”

And you did. Most of it at least. You explained how your insecurities resettled themselves in your mind, starting the moment he left for Tour. You talked about how you were getting more gigs and all due to your tinier size. You explained how skin and bones was basically the new trend.

He sat and listened to you. And he believed it, because he knew it was true. But naturally, he also was a human lie detector. Especially with you.

“Okay,” He began, “And what else?” So maybe that one small part your left out was something that you really didn’t want to admit. Gerard had this strong distaste for most of your model “friends”, ya know, the ones who are naturally tiny and eat salads 24/7, never genuinely enjoying a single meal. The one’s who flashed their designer shit everywhere they went, who posted bikini photos every other day and managed to somehow photoshop themselves into complete Barbie dolls. It made Gerard’s blood boil, he never liked you hanging out with them. Because are them you were not Y/N, you couldn’t be. And that made you even more secure.

“There’s nothing else.” You lied. He looked you in the eyes, waiting another moment.

“I’m gonna give you one more chance to tell me the truth,” He sighed, “What else?” “I said nothing.” Your tone was adamant. He rolled his eyes in disbelief.

“You lied to me,” He began, “You just fucking lied to me. We’ve been over this how many times?” “I didn’t fucking lie to you,” You stuck up for yourself, moving further away from him.

“Another lie, damn Y/N.” He sighed, “We’ve been dating for three years, and you still can’t trust me.” “I do trust you, Gerard.” “Then why are you lying to me?” He asked, his tone going to a much harsher pitch.

“Ya know what?” You said, grabbing your pillow violently, getting up from the bed, Gerard looking at you with no emotion. “Fuck you.” You stated.

“Are you seriously gonna leave?” He asked, rolling his eyes, “Immature.” “No, I’m going to the fucking couch where I don’t have to sleep next to a complete dick.” You fired back, going into your closet and grabbing a spare blanket. “You didn’t mean that.” He scoffed.

“Then why the fuck did I say it?” You marched out of the bedroom, flipping him off to which you heard a sarcastic laugh.

This was far from how you had planned his return. You were gonna stock the fridge and pantry, ya know, not give him a chance to think you weren’t eating, and probably have dinner made. You would eat a small portion, making the excuse you had a big lunch with your friends, and bam! Everything would be okay.

But naturally, shit didn’t work out and after numerous insults thrown at each other you found yourself on the couch silently sobbing. You and Gerard had never gone that far, ever. This fight was beyond messy, it was a complete dumpster fire.

You wanted no more than to apologize to him, but you also wanted an apology from him. You should’ve told him everything, that was on you. But he pushed your buttons and he knew what he was doing. It only took 15 minutes, before you heard his soft footsteps coming from the bedroom, and his warm arms wrapping around you, to which his shoulder became one to cry on. His slow and soft coos calming you down, as he began apologizing over and over again, clearly more mad at himself at this point. “Sugar, I’m so so sorry,” He apologized, “I was just really upset.” “I know,” You sniffled, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have called you a dick.” You looked up at him. “Well, I was kinda being one.” He lightly smiled, to which you giggled in his chest. “Just promise me, you’ll start eating again.” “Gee-” You were about to make an excuse when you were interrupted.

“Babe, you have to.” He began, “Remember what your manager said last time?” You sighed, remembering. Yep, they would place you right in a psych ward. “So here’s what’s gonna happen. We’re not gonna tell anyone, but I need you to start eating, okay? We’ll go gradually, start small and build up. Together, okay?” You nodded, placing you head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” You smiled, looking up at him. “I love you too.” He smiled right back down.

-Six months later-

"Gee, that’s too much salt!” You scolded as he put a tablespoon of salt not a teaspoon into the cookie dough you were making.

“Oops.” He looked down to which you smiled lightly. You took a chunk of it placing it into your mouth, and he did the same. You couldn’t help but gag at how much salt was in it. “Salty.” He admitted, and you lightly nudged him.

“Yeah, ya dork.” You smiled. “That’s what happens when you add too much salt.” He lightly laughed, wrapping his hands around your waist from behind and placing his head on your shoulder.

“So what’re we gonna do to fix it.” “Nothing,” You said, “We could like, triple the batch, but that would be way too much.”

“Don’t forget we’re seeing the guys tonight,” He smiled, “They’re gonna eat this shit up.” You sighed, nodding.

“Maybe it isn’t such a bad idea after all.” The two of you spent the next half hour adding more of every ingredient, thankful that your apartment was stocked with food to use.

Carefully, you placed as many trays as you could into the oven, closing it and setting the timer. Giving Gerard a quick peck on the lips, he went off to review some emails as you checked your phone. Of course, the group chat was buzzing.

You sighed as you open the text chain reluctantly, scrolling through only to see your name pop up numerous times. “Y/N, where have you been?” “Yeah, fr, we have been out to lunch with you in forever.” “Why are you ignoring us?” “Really? Now you’re being a fake friend.” “Guys, I’m okay.” You simply responded, “Just really busy.”

“Uh huh, you’ve been doing boutique stuff for months.” “Literally nothing even big.” “Not since that Prada show.” “It’s Gerard, isn’t it.”

And just like that, you were about to light these girls up. Gerard was the only one willing, and quite frankly able, to get you out of the huge hole you had dug yourself into. And damn, now these bitches (I hate misogynistic terms against women, but I think it may fit here) were really gonna act like the good guys. “Don’t bring Gerard into this.” You simply responded. “It has to be him.” “He’s not even worth it.” “You could have any guy in the world, and you chose him.” “He’s way out of your league, and you’re still on your knees for him. Smh.” You knew damn well they were trying to get to you. None of these girls had had any true romance, only summer flings with football players, actors, and singers. Granted, Gerard was a singer, but he made good music. He was an artist at his core, singing was just apart of that art. It didn’t take you more than a moment to remove yourself from the group chat, and block all those girls. The real fake friends. The timer went off, which startled you a bit, but placing your phone down with a heavy sigh, you turned it off, to check out the cookies. The top row was done, which you were going to take out. Naturally, the tsunami of inappropriate texts from who you would once call your “girlfriends” was still flooded in your mind, and like a complete idiot, you reached in, touching and grabbing the sheet. With you bare hands.

“Shit!” You yelped, dropping the pan on the open oven and rushing to put your hand under cold water.

“Y/N?” You heard Gerard rush in. You looked up at him, and judging your hand under water, and the cookie sheet which had clearly gone through it, he took a slight sigh, first going to examine your hand. “You alright?” You nodded despite the tears forming in your eyes.

It wasn’t even the burn that hurt. It was the fact that you knew you let those girls get to you so easily, and the just embarrassed yourself in front of Gerard. You knew he didn’t find it embarrassing at all, it was an honest mistake. But still, it embarrassed the shit out of you. “Baby,” He cooed, moving your head up with his fingers under your chin to see the tears that were now slowly cascading down your red cheeks, “It’s okay.” He said lightly. You nodded, placing your head into his chest and sniffling a bit. “What happened.” “I was just distracted,” You admitted, “Forgot the oven mitt.” He nodded, holding you for a moment longer before he knew you were okay, and going to pick up the mess. “Gee, I can clean it up, I made it-” “No, no, please, just worry about your hand, okay, sugar?” You nodded, attending back to it.

The bright red mark across your hand didn’t want to budge, which you were fine with, considering it didn’t hurt as much, just stung a bit. He managed to clean up all the cookies pretty fast, putting them on the stove top to cool, and quickly going back to you. Giving you a kiss on the top of your head, it was his way of messaging he didn’t want to push the topic. But if you wanted to talk he’d be there to listen. It wasn’t but a few hours later that the guys came over. The mistake from earlier was long forgotten, other than the mark on your hand.

The guys were honestly some of your best friends, just like they were Gerard’s. They truly cared about you, just as much if not more than you cared about them. All of them knew about your struggles, and they were honestly your number one cheerleaders.

So the looks on their faces when they saw you healthy again was one that you could not pay for. It was definitely a lot of pride in you for doing it, and it made you feel even better about your decision to get healthy again.

Honestly, you loved the relaxes atmosphere of just hanging out. Sitting next to Gerard with some water, as he drank a Diet Coke, and some of the guys had beers, some opted otherwise. You could theoretically drink as well, but you didn’t want your boyfriend to ever feel alone or strange not drinking alcohol, considering his rough past with it. So you typically opted for a non alcoholic beverage.

It wasn’t until after the guys were gone and you were in the shower that Gerard figured out what was wrong. Your phone kept buzzing, going off constantly. He had never once checked your phone without your permission. There was a huge element of trust in your relationship, and he never felt that there was a reason to. He knew your passcode, you two had openly shared each others in the case one of you needed to use the others phone, but when he picked up yours and saw all those girls name pop up he scoffed.

He knew he probably shouldn’t have done it, but he opened your phone, scrolling through the messages. Some of them you had yet to block, and they were obnoxious. He went into the group chat where the messages were flooding, reading from the beginning of the day until now.

Pissed was an absolute understatement. If it wasn’t for the sound of the shower you were in keeping him aware of his surrounding, he probably would have smashed your phone. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he placed it face down on the counter right where it was, resorting back to your bedroom in some hope of calming down before you got out, not making anything too obvious.

Everything was fine, completely normal. The two of you laying in bed together, doing your typical night time routine of reading a bit, maybe watching something, it really depended. You could feel how tense Gerard was, even by your head just leaning on his shoulder. His muscles flexed together, twisted into tight knots. You weren’t sure what had him so stressed, there wasn’t a need for him to be, right? “Babe?” You asked, to which he quietly hummed, “Are you alright?” You had caught on quickly, like you always had. And now he had cursed himself for looking at those messages. Transparency, he remembered, transparency.

“Honestly,” He sighed putting his book down, “I- I- I saw those messages.” He stumbled on his own words. You gave him a confused look, “The ones the girls sent.” You let out a sigh. Oh shit, he thought, thinking the worst of the worst. “Please don’t listen to them,” You insisted, “You know you’re not the reason for any problem in my life?” “Of course not,” He scoffed, “You’re totally fine. It’s just, how they treated you that bothered me.” “Gee-” “Y/N, we’ve talked about this.” He turned to you, “I’m not a controlling person, I try my hardest not to be. But damn, those girls are complete poisons. They’re hurting you, they’re doing far more harm than good. And I hope that doesn’t make me sound like a manipulator or anything, but even you’ve admitted you’re a lot different around them.” You sighed and nodded.

“I know, I just-” You began, “I’ve spent so many years of my life surrounding myself with people like them that it’s hard for me to know what to do without that, ya know?” He nodded.

“You don’t need a bunch of model friends thought to still be a great model.” You nodded.

“I’ll cut everything off with them in the morning, okay?” “Babe, you don’t need to rush it,” He said, “I mean, sure, the sooner the better, but this is your timing okay?” You nodded.

“Do you think everything will be okay?” You asked him next.

“Well, after they very possibly blame you for everything over text and try to put you down a psychological spiral, because that’s what they do, then yes, everything should be okay.” He smiled to which you nudged him. “You’re making this so much easier.” You sarcastically said, “I don’t even know why I ask you.” “Because you love me.”

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[taegularities]

hi there! and thank you for somehow finding your way to my blog! ✧

my name is Rid, i am An Adult, i go by she/her and i’m high on nostalgia :D for those who care about star signs, i’m a scorpio; let me know what that means for me :’)

some random facts about me:

➳ my mbti is infj (used to be infp

➳ not to be dramatic, but i can’t imagine life without music and noodles

➳ a hobby writer, crazy for angst, who can neither stomach nor write sad endings :’)

➳ i prefer hot chocolate over coffee :]

➳ i really love to get to know people, so please feel free to send me a message and talk to me about literally whatever !!

faq:

➳ who’s your bias and how did you get into bts? my biasES are taehyung and jungkook, and yoongi is my bias wrecker! i first heard of them when blood, sweat and tears was released but didn’t fall into the endless pit of madness until map of the soul :’)

➳ where are you from? i’m from india, and i live in europe!

➳ do you listen to other groups? i really love txt, skz, mamamoo, bp, exo (probably more) and some solo artists! apart from kpop stuff, i also love love love zayn.

➳ do you take requests? nope! requests are closed, so unless i state it clearly or am playing a drabble game, please don’t send them in! nothing personal, i just need to be in the right mind to write and it often doesn’t work with requests :(

➳ when do you update? randomly. whenever stuff is done – i usually post on fridays, sometimes saturdays, around 8pm EST. if you’d like, you can turn on notifs or join my taglist to be notified when i post !!

➳ how do you make your banners? a lot of my banners are made by very talented, close friends of mine, but the ones that i make are crafted in photoshop or photopea! i posted about this here in detail, in case anyone’s interested 🤍 

lastly !!

➳ you can talk to me about anything – but despite this anything, there are things that i’d appreciate if you didn’t discuss with me: please don’t ask where exactly i live and do not try to guess my full name/city/other super personal stuff. i put the most important general things about myself here! also: you can vent whenever, but if you send asks with triggering content, make sure to put a trigger warning at the top of your ask !! and please no trauma dumping/oversharing; i'm just a person, too.

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➳ do not interact if you’re anyhow hateful against basic human rights/aspects (e.g. LGBTQIA+, health, skin colour, origin, etc...)!

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[redxblueihateloveyou]

Hey!! 👋🏽😄 I know you said in your last rant about SK8 and Reki and Renga that you were one of those people that always looks up and learns from others, but after your last Langa edit, I just wanted to remind you how immensely talented you are. I might have not seen your first attempts at editing, but I know how it looks like when you're barely starting something, and I'm sure everyone is proud of the progress you've made and many people looks up to you as the level of skill they want to achieve. You're doing amazing! 💖💖💖

Hi, my love!!!!!! ASDFSDFGHG that’s soooo sweet, thank you so much for saying this, it really means the world to me <3 Oh, haha I’ve deleted most of my old videos so it wouldn’t hurt anyone’s eyes lmao T_T I’m still a bit nervous each time I’m uploading my vids to the day to be honest, even with so many subs rn, but at first I really didn’t have any supporters at all and my god I sucked at this, but I guess the love for my fav ships was stronger apparently haha. So I always get silly happy at each nice comment and feedback, so thank you seriously. 

I really love love love vidding, Idk why but when smth comes out the way I wanted it’s a super addictive feeling for some reason, but many times I just looked at the final result and just threw it in the trash and started over and my god how many times SonyVegas crushed and didn’t autosave the project. I’m like Suga now, I’m pressing the save button each 2 minutes, cause don’t want to lose anything xD Being someone’s inspiration is truly an honor to me, I’ve got some messages that hit me too hard. Still feels weird bc I’m like “but do you know that I can’t even use photoshop tho, how do u like me now then?” lol.

I’m always drawn to talented characters, bc they amaze me, esp the humble ones. Like those who hate Haru or Lanaga just buffle me honestly. I understand that they’re pretty and talented and everything, but they’re also the sweetest and loveliest human beings, so like...??? And I adore those who don’t whine and get what they want. I just can’t help it. I’m a strong believer in the fact that "you can do anything if you put your mind to it”. So far it worked in real life so suck it lol.

People are also saying like Langa doesn’t deserve to win this and Haru doesn’t deserve to be in Olympics, like Langa didn’t snowboard since he was 2 and Haru wasn’t swimming every day since he was born. I’m like.. and you need to check in the mirror if your face is a shade of green. BTW I’ve also been in a professional sports for quite a long time since I was a little kid, ballroom dancing and adored it back then, and I did not get jealous at ppl who were talented than me, I was watching the tapes actually with a popcorn. And oh god those large competition events when you sit there for days and give it all, but then you’re like 296 out of 1000. Why was I proud instead of being sad? Idk xD It was fun.

So thanks for liking the vid, cause I even regretted uploading it a bit yesterday. Sadly everyone already knows that we lost this fandom to the middle schoolers being extra, so they do not care for anything each episode except for this ship, so that’s what I got for posting a just Langa vid:

And etc. and that just made me sad, cause I do not like such fandoms, like it’s not even related to the video, that I’ve been making... with love.  Also thanks for the "sama” title, I’m flattered, but editor only wants to vid matchablossom for now, so like there’s no need for any warnings. I’ve been in such horrendoes fandoms, that I’m immune to this. I also in fact didn’t know some keep ruining Langa’s page and saying that he steals Reki’s screen time... cause he’s aparently the only main character...? ...lmao? I didn’t even know Langa can be hated tbh. I wasn’t really ready for all the drama that followed me making a vid about him.

I’ve already deleted some comments, cause I’m like what this even has to do with the vid about Langa? No, I am not obliged to make a vid about Reki, too. What if I post a matchablossom vid, everyone will only start commenting “do renga”, cause fuck your efforts? I’m like... I hate such fanbases, seriously. I do not even know where this is going, but their fans are already pissing me off. I’m still trying hard for this to not affect my point of view about the ship, cause it’d be kinda unfair to them, but its getting harder each week istg.

And I maybe can’t take requests, but I love when some try to get me addicted on their ship with passion and great arguments. It happened to me with some nice ppl. But def not with agression and stupidity haha.

Cause apparently its one of the fandoms where you can’t NOT care for the main ship, even if you accept it for the only possible Langa ship (cause he doesn’t give a shit for anyone else, so like what’s the point), but it doesn’t do anything for you. I’m like... thanks for threatening. This will make me on board ASAP. Like it’s not the epitomy of love to me... I’m sorry? LMAO 

Some anon even sent me a “you’re dense” (literally thats it) ask after that Reki ask. I was tempted to write smth like “oh I’m sorry, this is the most epic love story of my life and his character is the most complex in the world and he’s the best friend and the most inspiring human being that ever hit my screen. can I become undense now? xD”. But you know I do not know if they’d realise the sarcasm and my pride sadly never allowed me to sell my life values for a bunch of 12 years olds to love me lol

My sister always laughs and jokingly says “but you’d probably get much more subs if you made a vid about this or that, but at what price that would be lmao”. Cause yeah, I never could make myself vid smth I do not like, cause I love vidding and do not want it to be associated with things I do not like, plus it’ll most likely turn out ugly, if I do not care. My mom says that she can feel love I put in my shipping vids that’s why she loves them. I really don’t think she’s wrong. But that also kinda makes me an idiot technically, cause I’m not into many of the popular ships, and some popular animes I just find really basic. 

Also I’m like 100% sure it ain’t happening, but even if they miraculously suck each other’s dicks while sitting on a skate board, I can still have the rights not to care at the end. Like did I sign some form where I’m obliged to love each and everyone canon gay ship even if it’s not what I like? Like gay is not the type of love in relationships. You can only care about his ass like Lan Zhan for example or you can only care about your ass. Like that’s different types of relationships, and whatever you like you like. So get all the way of people’s backs, please.

Also do ppl know that you do not need to be blind to the bad sides of the characters in your ships? Or you just gonna be like “I suddenly can’t see” for forever.

So really thanks for such wonderful message and liking the video and for the boosts when I need them and not being an ass to me if I’m not being obsessed with smth, when you like it. (like I think we have different ship in bnha, right? but we’re still doing great tho, thanks for being an angel <3)

I still didn’t expect this becoming a Voltron 2.0. situation tho. We in our twenties see everything differently, I guess. I do get extra about “their love is everywhere”, but I do not get extra by anonymously attacking ppl, threatening creators and yelling “queeerbating psychotic blind assholes if these two aint fucking by the end of the season I’m shaving my head and jumping out of the window and shoot the director. you do not ship it HARD? YOU DUMB FUCK. THAT’S THE BEST LOVE STORY IN THE WORLD”. Like damn, take your blinders off and see the world, kid. Firstly, it’s definitely not, secondly, ppl see love differently in general and at each age too.

Ah, also you must kill Adam, cause he’s a pedo apparently. Like he ain’t even a threat to your ship, unless you’re blind, but they’re still at it, like they do not know that this kind of age difference is literally nothing for an anime? And that there are canon ships with a huger age difference left and right, too. It’s like its their first time approaching an anime or smth. Like in anime world character can literally kill 1000 ppl with his bare hands and bathe in their blood and we can still stan them, depends on their story, ok? Also Langa couldn’t care less for his advances, so like separate Adam from your ship pls. Like, fuck off, if someone is interested in his character. Yeah, he’s a weirdo for reasons, but anime kind of weird do not apply to real life. Stop acting like you’re some purist, when later you’re gonna ship smth else and it suddenly will not apply. Also rules do not apply to animes, everyone knows they do not apply. These are not western cartoons, my god. And 24 years old flirting with 16 year old is defiinitely not the weirdest shit anyone has ever seen in the anime. Chinese BL has characters who were 14 and 30 when they met and happily married. Also FICTION is not life. Literally no one cares. If you’re scared for your saint eyes, do not watch animes, you’re gonna have a heart-attack from what you can see there. Also we’ve seen gayer bromances in animes, who are just bromances, so pls do not shoot anyone if it’s not canon.

So basically I was kinda pissed yersterday, cause fuck them for ruining the tag, but after chatting with my hommies and your ask, I’m okay again, I just have to avoid this fandom and stick to a tight community xD. I just got used to my nice fandoms and forgot for a bit about the precautions you need to take if you’re in one of those. You know. Who make a circus out of lgbt, instead of supporting it, and make other ppl hate being in fandoms.

P.S. sorry for this partially unrelated rant, your messages really always make my heart bloom, so thanks for supporting me, and I know you’re proud of my progress, too <3 and this makes me happy. LY

#answered #heavensweetheart #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #in such moments you for a moment don't even want to vid this fandom anymore #like seems more pain in the ass than joy #but then denying smth bc of stupid ppl is also dumb #so its like I need to breathe and not go to the tags or twitter #sjws ruin everything #anime #I'd rather go spend some time in my chill fandom with less ppl but more adults

[stuckyfandom]

February’s Featured Artist: Steve-n-Bucky!

Are you a fan of Steve, Bucky, and adorable chibi drawings? Then you need to follow  this month’s insanely talented featured artist, @steve-n-bucky!

When did you start drawing for the fandom and why? 

I first started drawing for Stucky in 2018 but stopped after just a few months when life got a bit crazy. I re-started again just a few weeks ago in January 2020. I love drawing for fandoms because I get to draw characters I love in different scenarios, and then share it with others who also love the characters as well. 

When did you start drawing in general? 

Oh, so long ago, lol. I mean, I finger painted in kindergarten and made a mess of my mom’s walls with markers way back. I think the first time I started drawing anything fandom related was for Sailor Moon, around 1998 I think. 

What made you start drawing stucky? 

Stucky is such a beautiful pairing. I love the dynamic of the two characters and they provide for some amusing situations (Steve the hothead and Bucky the ever-exasperated companion). It’s also tinted with bittersweetness because of what they’ve both been through. Their relationship immediately attracted me when I watched the Marvel movies (I’ve only seen 3 I think, all because they had both Steve and Bucky in them) and I really, really, really wanted to just draw them in more domestic situations without all the fighting and conflict, basically give them a happy life regardless of what canon has planned. 

What’s your preferred art method?

Digital. Photoshop is my weapon of choice, can’t handle not having that “undo” button, lol. 

And do you take requests or commissions?

I certainly do! Most of my blog is requests, anyone can send in asks for Bucky and/or Steve and I’ll draw a reply. I love the participation of others in my blog ^-^ I haven’t taken any commissions since I only re-started drawing for my blog very recently, but I’d be open to it. 

To see more of steve-n-bucky’s adorable drawings and to reblog these art pieces, check out their blog (and don't forget to follow them if you’re not already)!

#marvel #stucky #stevebucky #steve x bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #fanart #featured artist #february featured artist

[psychicprincesscreation]

NUANCE

Edit 7 (7/12): I didn't realize I kept breaking the link when I was trying to come up with a good title lol my bad.

Last two titles: "I'm not your bass-slut anymore." (That didn't exactly fit the narrative.)

"Don't fuck your idols. :)"

Since everyone is talking about accountability, let me put it succinctly: I was 22, this was consensual for me, I was a "groupie" who knowingly emotionally cheated on my then-bf with Bassnectar for months, I broke it off & moved out because I expected more from the relationship than I ever got.

As one person on IG stated: I was just a groupie whose fantasy didn't go the way I wanted it to. Lol it's true, but that isn't the whole story.

I know it's easy to focus on how I was "old enough to know better" and the harmful choices that I made, but don't forget that Bassnectar actively pursued me even after finding out about my boyfriend -- I'm sure he wouldn't have had any problem finding a single girl to talk to instead, given his stature.

He offered me concert tickets, plane tickets, money to buy an apartment, he told me to email him as often as possible, he told me to keep everything a secret and to lie to my boyfriend over and over.

He tried to "save" me with controlling advice about eating, sleeping, not partying (ironic, considering that he is a DJ) not pursuing music journalism, not hanging out with any male friends whatsoever, where I "should" work. This was all before we ever met in person.

People don't realize how hard it is to say no to your idols, especially when they are CONSTANTLY offering gifts that I considered very extravagant at my age.

This wasn't a normal affair; I had absolutely nothing to offer Bassnectar but myself, yet he spoke to me like I was a star. He told me we could "go deep" and that he wanted to "mate" with me.

Of course my dumbass young-adult drug-addled mind is going to fall in love with the idea of him.

CONSENT IS NOT DEFINITIVE. I didn't consent to a relationship as two normal people sneaking around. I became a cheating asshole who was misled by a rich & famous liar. I never said what I did was right -- in fact, I made it very clear that I did something wrong, too.

I also said that my story is NOT as bad as the other accusers'. I absolutely do NOT think that I had it worse than anyone else. I think my story is important because it shows that his behavior wasn't limited to people underage.

Hopefully my candor denotes honesty and by admitting my faults in this situation, people can see that Bassnectar's emotional manipulation was real and calculated, and most certainly did not start or end with me.

Side note: Apparently Bassnectar DOES cuddle... I guess he just didn't want to cuddle me that night. Ouch! :)

Edit 6 (7/12): Too many typos to fix so I'm just leaving them now lol. Added detail.

Edit 5 (7/12): Just because I say I'm slutty and I like sluts, doesn't mean every girl/women who was involved with Bassnectar is a slut. I'm just owning that label to change MY narrative for MYSELF. I really don't think there's anything wrong with being slutty -- it's always the rest of the world that has a problem.

I wrote this stream-of-consciousness, so I wanted to mention that sometimes my statements that involve other women may seem brusque, but I'm on the women's side. I mean to convey disdain for the way Bassnectar treated us (as a secret "harem",) rather than jealousy or annoyance toward the women. I hope it comes off that way, but I don't know who is reading this and how some might interpret my words.

Edit 4 (7/10):

Removed names. A story mentioned in this post wasn’t true. Either just a lie (to make someone look bad,) or I don’t remember it properly ‘cause it’s been so long. If it was my fault: my bad. 

Edit 3 (7/7): 

FIXED SOME TYPOS! 

Edit 2 (7/7):

I like sluts. Stop making us feel bad for wanting love *and sex, too. 

Another thought: Bassnectar probably pursued a relationship with me because I had a boyfriend. Therefore, I would be more secretive and would have to take some of the responsibility and guilt in this situation, too. And that is true. I do feel guilty about the lying and sneaking. I think that it was inevitable that I would break up with my then-boyfriend, but it really wasn’t Bassnectar’s place to accelerate the break-up by giving me the impression that Bassnectar would be my boyfriend instead. This wasn’t friendly advice given to me by someone older, this was tactical. It makes me wonder if a lot of girls/women don’t want to come forward because they are afraid that the truth will come out about their own affairs? 

Don’t be afraid to tell your story because women-hating assholes try to dissect and expose your secrets in an attempt to discredit you! Bassnectar is the one who needs to be exposed for HIS indiscretions -- this is about what HE did wrong.  Edit 1 (7/7): 

- Bassnectar told me that he was coming to NYC and because we had an online relationship, I thought that he was coming to see me. My friend told me today that Gov Ball 2013 was the same weekend, so I think he may have actually been in NYC for that reason (I don’t think he was scheduled to play on the flyer,) but I was delusional about it.  - I removed the screenshot of his phone number from the post because I don’t want to violate any doxx rules. I am still willing to compare this phone number with other women/accusers to corroborate our stories. :)  - This is my story told from my perspective. I was an adult and I’m not posting this with the intent of legal action, or revenge (although I do admit that this relationship was devastating and heartbreaking for me.) I just want people to know what kind of person he is. - My story is not as harrowing as some of the other accusers’, but that doesn’t make it invalid. - Even now, reliving everything hurts me and I wish I could say that it was real, but now that I’m older I am wise enough to know that it was all lies. - I stand with the women who Bassnectar has hurt in similar, or worse, ways.  

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My relationship was short-lived, but it was so eventful for me that I remember it clearly. I'm mentioning many minuscule details because I think that could help prove the validity of other victims' stories.

Writing in bullet points because it's easier for me to sort through the memories. I'm calling him Bassnectar because the "Lorin" I was talking to is someone that I feel hurt and appalled by now.

• I don't have social media/email screenshots because I deactivated my Facebook and Twitter years ago. Bassnectar asked me specifically to delete our emails because his "girlfriend had caught him" and asked me to get rid of the evidence because she was "demolished." (I will go into a bit more detail about that later on.)  • I don’t have a “smoking gun” that skeptics are looking for, but that’s what happens when someone asks you to keep everything a secret and delete everything that shows you were communicating.

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• This happened in 2013 over many months, plus Bassnectar texted me a few times about once a year after our "relationship" ended. • I was 22 at the time. I'm from NYC and frequently went to clubs, shows, events, and festivals with my then-boyfriend (who I lived with) & the same group of friends. • Bassnectar was one of our favorite artists and we'd seen him perform several times in several states. • My friends had a private Facebook group where we'd tell each other about shows and make arrangements to travel/meet up/stay over each other's places. • I was very interested in music journalism at the time and occasionally wrote show reviews for my friend's online music magazine. • I actively used Twitter. I basically tweeted at every DJ we liked, and always posted reply screenshots in our private Facebook group to share with my friends. • Things became complicated with my then-boyfriend, but we still lived together. We had recently gotten back together around the first time Bassnectar DM'd me on Twitter.

• Bassnectar responded to a Twitter pic I posted of our mini-fridge with a Bassnectar logo sticker and said that he "liked my fridge" or something. • I screenshotted this and posted it in my group because he was the biggest artist who had responded to me at that point. • I thought I could use this as an opportunity to interview him for my friend's mag. • After I already posted the screenshot in my group and had responded to his DM, he sent another message asking me not to screenshot him because he "hates that." • I deleted the screenshot from the friend Facebook group. I stopped screenshotting and sharing our conversations with my FB group immediately after he asked. • I continued to chat with Bassnectar via Twitter and said that I was a big fan of his merch and that I bought several things at all the shows I've attended. • I asked to interview him at some point in the conversation, and he skirted over the request.  • Instead, he gave me his email (bassnectar2012) and asked me to send him merchandise ideas. • I slapped together a few simple, quick ideas on Photoshop or something and sent them to him.

(I don’t know how to embed a picture on Tumblr lol -- will update.)  • You can see that the image I sent is no big deal, and all the files were similar, but he responded as if they were the greatest things he had ever seen. He definitely made me feel special and talented. • We emailed regularly and relatively frequently for days. • Emails are exchanged back-and-forth and eventually I asked to interview him again and he agreed. • I gave him my number and he called me. My then-boyfriend was aware that I was in contact with Bassnectar, with my original intention of interviewing him. • My then-bf was in the room when Bassnectar called me for the first time. • Bassnectar didn't want to be interviewed; he wanted to get to know me. I agreed to just chat at first. • He told me not to call him Bassnectar because that was his "band" and that I should call him Lorin. • At some point he asked if I had a boyfriend and I told him no, even though things were complicated with my then-bf and we were technically together.       > I know I'm going to be chastised for doing this, but I've learned years ago that I made a bad choice. Honestly, I still wanted an interview, and I am well-known for leading with my sexuality. This is when I started becoming deceitful with my then-partner. Simply put, I was just more enticed by the idea of advancing my career, and eventually the allure of potentially being Bassnectar's girlfriend, so lying seemed best. Just because I’m flawed, too, doesn’t mean Bassnectar did nothing wrong. 

• My then-bf confronted me about not saying that we were together. I felt guilty and the next time I spoke to Bassnectar, I confessed that I was back together with my then-boyfriend and I wasn't single. (I don't remember if it was via text or voice call.) • Bassnectar was upset that I lied, but continued to talk to me nonetheless through text and email.

• He made me feel like my writing was profound and touching, and that we were falling in love. • He would tell me that he wanted to "bring me the sun," or "get me a puppy." He said things that were romantic and poetic and I felt heartened to respond to what I thought was love. • He said he had $10,000 in his mattress and he wanted to get me an apartment in NYC, so I didn't have to live with my then-bf anymore. • He would text me before and sometimes immediately after he played shows then say he was going to sleep by like 12am (typically.) It was easy to keep up with where he was playing via social media.  • He offered to fly me to his show in Red Rocks so I could attend. (I didn't accept.)

• He called me from time-to-time and told me not to tell my then-bf who I was speaking to. • One day he had me call a different phone number, which he said was his "home phone." • He told me a story about a beautiful girl named (removed)? Who he had a falling out with because she mentioned that Bassnectar told her that he didn't like Steve Aoki. (I don't remember that story in detail -- I think he was telling me so I wouldn't tell other people when he talked about other artists.) > Edit (7/10): This person messaged me to say that’s not what actually what happened between them. • One day I was speaking to Bassnectar on the phone and didn't answer when my then-bf called on his way home from college classes (I always answered right away.) He asked who I was speaking to and I admitted "Lorin."

• When I called Bassnectar back, he became annoyed that I told the truth and said that I should tell my then-bf that I meant my girlfriend Lauren instead. • I began to sneak around more, lie more often about who I was speaking to on the phone, and texted or emailed Bassnectar almost every single day. • He said we should skip Camp Bisco 2013 and just spend time together. (Obviously anyone who attended Camp Bisco knows that didn't actually happen lol.) • He was flirtatious, charming, and always offered me tickets to events, or sometimes to fly me to where he was. I didn't accept any of this then.

• He told me that I shouldn't do any drugs, not even smoke weed. All of my friends were casually experimenting back then, and I was equally as candid as I am now about everything I did. He told me not to do drugs at his shows, or any shows, and especially not around guy friends. • Me and my friends traveled to see a show in Philly and stayed with friends. When I texted saying I was mostly with guys (my friend group was mostly guys at the time,) he asked if I "felt safe" and offered to get me a hotel. I thought it was unusual because I always felt very protected by my male friends. • He told me that I shouldn't hang out with guy friends, or have guy friends at all. • He told me that guy friends all wanted to sleep with me and I didn't realize it. • He told me I should eat healthier and exercise regularly -- it was very weird and controlling. He just didn’t want me to be myself.  • He told me that he had a girlfriend who had two abortions. I think because we were talking about relationships?  • He told me that he grew up in a hippie commune and was Christian and he questioned his priest and that his mom was a poet laureate. It just seemed like he wanted me to get to know him at the time. • He told me I was co-dependent with my boyfriend and that I needed to become independent and move out. • He told me I should make lists of my life goals as an independent person and email it to him. • He told me not to tell anyone about us talking. I told all of my girl friends, but it was a "girl code" situation and none of the guys or my then-bf knew what was going on. • We talked A LOT and often, but all of this only happened in a matter of months.

• Time passes and our emotional affair eventually becomes physically intimate when he says that he is going to fly to NYC. This is JUNE 2013! He played at Electric Zoo 2013, but that wasn't until Labor Day, so I'm not sure why he really needed to go to NYC, but it definitely wasn't for a show because me and my friends would have been there. > NOTE (7/7): My friend read this and mentioned that Gov Ball 2013 was the weekend before, so there is a good chance that Bassnectar was already in NYC for some reason and didn't actually come to see me personally like I was led to believe. lol.

• He alleged that he would see me again around Labor Day when he came back for EZoo, too.

• I am from Staten Island, and wasn't totally familiar with Manhattan's layout at the time, but I think that the hotel he was staying at was in Midtown. It's been 7 years since this happened, but I tried my damnedest today to figure out exactly which hotel it was -- there are soo many in that area alone.  • If Bassnectar says any of this isn't true, then he's lying because there will definitely be a plane ticket or something with his name on it to NYC in JUNE 2013. > NOTE (7/7): I thought he was there to see me specifically, so the dates he told me was staying in NYC are probably not 100% accurate, but there is definitely some proof somewhere on his end that he came to NYC for whatever reason. The lies he told me are just coverup to make me lose credibility if this ever came out. 

• He said he had a hotel for three days. I think it was a Mon-Wed? I took off work those days so I could see him everyday that he said he would be in NYC. If he has no record of checking into a hotel around the time I'm citing, then his manager probably did it for him. I believe his name is Carlos. (I'm going by the memory of what Bassnectar told me.)

• Bassnectar met me in person at the Staten Island Ferry (Manhattan side) and we walked to Battery Park and sat on a bench and talked. • I felt extremely shy and awkward because I knew that by meeting up in-person, I had given up with my now-ex. The whole thing was conflicting and unfair to so many people, but it was too late now. • Bassnectar frequently complimented me in person. He said things like, he was dying to smell my neck, that he loved my wrists because they were delicate like a bird's frame.  • He said that he felt self-conscious that he would be recognized because he's used to being recognized in crowds. • He would pet and caress me, but didn't try to kiss me in public. • He told me that he got his hair washed at a hair salon and he gave the hair dresser a ($50 or $100?) tip and looked in the window to see her reaction and she was crying because she was so happy.  • He convinced me to go back to his hotel. We took a cab there. It didn't take that long, which is why I'm convinced it was Midtown. He never told me which hotel it was, but I didn't realize it was actually because he didn't want a trail back to him. I guess it worked.

(I'm about to get very detailed about my memories, so trigger warning for making people feel uncomfortable.)

• When we got to his hotel, he became physical with me very quickly, but he said he wouldn't kiss me first. That I had to do it first. So I did. • It progressed into kissing, cuddling, him touching me all over in bed with our clothes on. He dirty-talked a lot. I also remember that he moaned and grunted a lot, and I wasn't used to any of that. • At one point, I untied his hair and let it down and he joked that I was making sure he was really Bassnectar and not his assistant that I was meeting. • He told me about his go-go dancer friend who had fake boobs. I can't remember why. • I remember him kissing me against the wall, and he said something like, I want to fuck you against the wall and hold you up with only my dick. It was way too specific to forget. (It didn't happen, though.) • We inevitably had full-on sex after the on/off touching/kissing/talking. • He said he didn't want to wear a condom at first, but he thought he should. We did, but it felt like a test to see what I would say. • I remember that he wanted me to have an orgasm, and I instructed him which position worked best for me. • He orgasmed by having sex with me from behind and asked me to look back at him. I remember him draping his long hair over my back. How could I forget that? -_- • One of my girl friends texted me ("How are you plants doing?" was our code phrase) to check in and make sure I was okay because she knew where I was. It was monumental for me, so I told her it was great. • I sat on his lap while he looked at his laptop. • We had these deep conversations about life, and love, and the future and it seemed so real to me at the time. • I remember that I told him I was unsure if we could be boyfriend/girlfriend because he was so much older than me (I think he was 35 at the time?) • He told me about about a girl he loved named X who was also around my age. I didn't think it was that weird because I was convinced he still really liked me best, but he probably had so many "Xs" and I was just another one. • At some point, he commented on Facebook (or Twitter?) in response to someone saying he was Illuminati. Honestly, it was like we were two people hanging out because of how normal everything felt after the sexual tension was gone. 

• I remember having dinner with him at the restaurant across the street and talking about wanting to be a writer and he said I CAN'T WRITE ABOUT HIM EVER. (So it wasn't normal after all.)

• I remember, back at the hotel, he asked me perverted questions like, can you show me how you make yourself orgasm? He asked me to just demonstrate on his hand so he knew what to do next time. • I don't remember much more because I wasn't planning to stay. • My other girl friend had a job interview that day and we decided to meet at the ferry to take it home together. • On my way out, he walked me to the elevator and he gave me $50 to take a cab to the ferry and to use for a cab when I came back to see him tomorrow. (For my fellow New Yorkers who doubt this story, no, that wasn't enough fare for both trips, so the amount is definitely the truth lol.)

• I went to see Bassnectar again the next day. When I asked him for the hotel address or name, he wouldn't give it to me directly. He said it was because of people stalking him or something. I don't fucking know but it was obvious confusing bullshit and I think he gave me an address that was about a block away. I think he even said he would tell the cab driver the address over the phone. There was a lot of runaround to avoid saying the exact address. (Now the reason why seems obvious.)  • My details are a bit fuzzy at this point because I remember meeting him outside the hotel and going up together, but I forget why we met outside and why we were both confused about which street the other person was standing on. • We went up to the hotel room, he worked on music on his laptop, while I sat on his lap and read Trainspotting on my Kindle. • He let me listen to what he was working on, but I don't remember it. I just remember that he was working with female vocals. • He told me he had to meet his guy friend in Williamsburg because his friend was making him lobster. Looking back, it was probably another girl.

• I asked to stay because I wanted to spend more time with him. I texted my now-ex-bf (who I still lived with) that I was staying with my friend. • Bassnectar said that normally he would say no, but for some reason he agreed and left me in the room with the room key and all his stuff. He either really trusted me, or really trusted how much control he had over me to leave me with his laptop. • I left at one point to get pizza, and came back. I watched TV, but couldn't sleep. He got back some hours later and he was drunk off wine, but I just wanted to cuddle and sleep. • He jokingly thanked me for not stealing his things. • Apparently Bassnectar DOESN'T cuddle and made that a point, but he did sleep in bed with me for a bit, before moving to the other bed in the middle of the night. (There were two beds in this hotel room.) • For anyone else who had sleepovers with Bassnectar, you know that he sleeps with his own fans for the white noise. So we slept in separate beds with his own personal fans on. It was all very bizarre. • We didn't have sex this day at all.

• The next morning I went to Duane Reade while he was still sleeping so I could get toiletries and shower since the sleepover was impromptu. • He had a meeting with someone (manager?) who was supposedly coming to stay in the room later that evening? (It was probably another girl though? idk)

• When he got back, he made me go over the list of accomplishments and goals he asked me to email to him. • He told me that I shouldn't be worried about finding someone to be in love with and it should be a lower priority on my list. • He told me that I should get a job at a restaurant or American Apparel or something and get a shitty starter apartment with only girls. • He said that finding an apartment that was pet-friendly shouldn't be a priority at all. I had a pet cat so if I moved out, that meant I would have to leave my cat behind, but that didn't matter to him. • He told me that if I wanted a serious boyfriend, I shouldn't let him see my legs or have sex with him for a long time. • When he finished life-coaching me, we watched a movie together. • He chose Spring Breakers because he was supposedly asked to do the musical score for it and turned it down (that's what he told me.) • At one point in the movie, Vanessa Hudgens jokingly gestures to her friends that she's giving a blowjob, and Bassnectar said he "didn't understand why girls sucked dick." • We had sex once more, more quickly than the first time and with much less romance. I can't remember much because I just remember feeling sad about leaving soon and like he was blowing me off suddenly. • We took a shower together after.

• I packed up my stuff and before I left he gave me $1000 in cash without warning and told me I could use it to help put a down payment for an apartment or something, but I should pay him back because it would be "good for me."    > Looking back, when he left for a short while that    morning, it was probably to take out cash to give    me when I left. • He didn't walk me to the elevator this time and he sat on his laptop while I left feeling very cheap, stupid, and crushed.

• Time passes and we talk less and less. I'm heartbroken, but still make moves to find a job and move out of my ex's ASAP. • I email Bassnectar a diatribe saying I'm feeling hurt and abandoned. I say that I felt betrayed that he made me think we were essentially going to be together after I left my boyfriend and it turned out to be all lies. • I'm having lunch with friends when he calls me and is angry saying that he told me what I should do to make my life better and that he can't just give me a job or do anything for me and that I need to do things for myself. • My friends walk over to the car where I'm on the phone and when I say I'm ready to go, he asks who I'm speaking to and I say, "my friends." • He yells at me and asks why I'm talking to him on the phone when my friends are around (he asked if he could call and I said it was okay, I didn't know we were supposed to be alone.) I tell him I will call him back. • I text him and ask to call back and his mood flipped and he's suddenly super kind and apologetic and tells me he just wants me to be independent. He reminds me that I'M the one who told HIM that he was too old for me and we can't be boyfriend and girlfriend. • I am heartbroken all over again, but I move on with my life and move out within the next month or so.

> I actually did get a waitressing job as per his suggestion and saved money from that + the grocery store I already worked at and moved to BK by August 2013. I didn't use the money he gave me at first because I thought it was a reason for us to see each other again, and I was afraid to spend it in case I couldn't earn enough to pay him back by the time I saw him. (I never saw him again, though.) > In case you're wondering, I did spend it eventually when I started to resent him for blowing me off.

• I speak to Bassnectar very rarely, and only via text. He doesn't call anymore, even when I ask. • One day while I'm at work, he sends me a video of a beach he's supposedly vacationing at. • When we DO speak, he asks for nudes, usually. • When I send them, he says he feels guilty since “he has a girlfriend” and that we should stop. • Contact is so infrequent, when we catch up about my life, he gets annoyed if I mention I'm seeing any guys, but I never think he really cares because he stopped caring about me a long time ago. (If he ever did at all.)

• I still tried for months to maintain any kind of relationship with him because I truly thought we had something special, but he was always too busy for me. It fucking sucked because he was always in the back of my mind now that I was *~independent~* like he said he wanted me to be so many times.

• One random day when I was too busy to chat with him, I remember he actually DID call me because he said he lost a sound file and wanted me to record myself saying "I really like it." A few times to use on a track. I guess I took too long to get back bc 15 mins later, he texted to say he got it from someone else. I couldn't do it anyway because I was dealing with some other personal stuff. I forgot about it soon after. • I didn't listen to the album NSVB for a long time after it came out bc I was still hurt, but when I did.... I heard that fucking sound bite in whatever song it's on (I really don't care to know) and it fucked me up. • I was conflicted thinking, shit, did I blow my last chance for "us" ? I was still hung up on this asshole as if he were just some ex because of that emotional manipulation. • Would that have solidified what we supposedly had? Or would that have just been another way he used me? I began to resent him.

• Fast forward a few months and I'm drunk with my girl friend at home and text Bassnectar for the lols. I say that I should ask him for tickets to BASSLIGHTS 2013 in VA to make up for him being such an asshole. • Surprisingly he agrees on the condition that I only go with girl friends, don't do any drugs, and say that the Tix are left for me because I interviewed him. (Don't forget that no interview ever happened!)

• Before Basslights, he texts me and even asks me what songs he should play and I don't realize he's just stringing me along. Presumably it was just another plot to hook up. • Before we leave for VA, my friend who is driving admits that one of her OTHER friends secretly knows Bassnectar so we might be able to get into some party or backstage. Sooooo I guess she was another one of his "harem" that he was having a secret relationship with. (I don't mean anything negative towards that girl/woman, just that Bassnectar probably saw us this way and was playing *at least* the two of us at this time.) • My friends and I drive from NYC to VA and miss Bassnectar's set the first night because we arrived late, but the Tix were waiting for me at the box office. • If you get Bassnectar's guest list for Basslights 2013, my real name is on there. I'm sure a lot of other girls he manipulated are on there, too. • Bassnectar texts me and asks what I think of the show and I say I missed it. • He says he was thinking of me a lot during the show. • He texts me saying I should let him "vroom vroom in my girl power." Obviously he's alluding to sex, and I show the text to the friend who was at my place when I asked him for the Tix. He won't send a cab to get me at my hotel when I say sure, though, because he "has a girlfriend" again and he would feel bad. Maybe he was annoyed that I missed his set, maybe he picked someone else, maybe he actually was with his gf? Whatever. • I told him I didn't feel comfortable texting like that anymore because he said he had a gf. • He tells me I'm a good person.

• I am so hurt that I don't answer his texts at all anymore. • We go to Basslights night 2 and I get suuuuper fucked up with my friends (because fuck him) and have an awesome time and disassociate Bassnectar from his controlling bullshit. • I ignore him all the way back to NYC and just text to say I'm home. • He sends me an URGENT text saying that his gf suddenly found out about his gross infidelity and begs me to please delete all of our emails and texts. • I'm stupid and kind and fucking over him so I do it. He knew I would because he knew I was too nice of a person not to. • Bye bye evidence, though. :(  I regret deleting those emails even now because I knew this misconduct shit would come out eventually with him.

• LOTS OF TIME PASSES. Now and again, Bassnectar would text me just to say what's up and I'd barely respond. This only happened approximately once a year. • I'm pretty sure this was just to make sure he was on my good side and there wasn't a chance that I was going to expose him. • I think the last time he texted me first was all the way back in 2016.

• The last few times we spoke were when he had a cancer scare and I texted to say sorry. • When I went to Moonrise Festival, I asked if we could meet and he blew me off. It's been so long, I didn't really expect him to say yes, but it was worth a try. • When me and my friends went to Electric Zoo and he closed, I texted him saying that we couldn't hear well from where we stood and left early. I think he was offended because he replied saying that no one else complained. • The last time I spoke to him, I knew he was playing at an event near me and asked for tickets again so I could see him and he said he would be with his girlfriend. It was a one-off thing and I thought it was worth the try. •There were no cordial conversations in-between the times I contacted him at all. Just me being lonely and single and still hanging on to this idyllic version of him that never fucking existed in the first place. 

• I'm much older now and I know that a lot of this happened because of choices I made, but I was 22, starstruck, in a confusing relationship, partying, and desperate for an ethereal love that I sought in that music scene.

• I bet Bassnectar specifically targeted girls like me because (at least in my case) I was depressed, pumped full of mind-altering chemicals, pretty, and lonely. He acted like I was a unique, artistic, lost soul and he made me believe that he was the only one who could save me.

• At 22, you don't realize that a man 13+ years older than you shouldn't be asking you to keep your conversations a secret from everyone, asking you for nudes, asking you to lie to/break up with your boyfriend, inviting you to hotels, offering you gifts, and straight up giving you cash that you didn't ask for.

• But that man DEFINITELY knows he's doing something wrong, otherwise he wouldn't be sharing that hush money with you, or asking you to hide and delete everything.

• Because he would text me once in a while saying something like, "You cross my mind all the time," it would be enough for me to hang on to this hope that *maybe* there was still a chance. I couldn't see that it was just another manipulation tactic that worked well on me because I was still feeling the effect of the emotional annihilation from so long ago. :(

• I loathe how he made me feel for so long and it breaks my heart to know that there are so many other girls who were taken advantage of in worse ways by this egotistical LIAR in his position of power. Seriously, Bassnectar, fuck you.

ALSO: not sure if this was his burner phone or what, but here are the last two digits of the # he always contacted me with (sent in the DM). If any other victims want to corroborate by comparing numbers... Let me know.

(I REMOVED THE SCREENSHOT OF THE PHONE NUMBER IN CASE IT VIOLATES ANY DOX RULES, BUT I CAN SEND IT TO YOU DIRECTLY IF YOU ARE CONTACT WITH ME!) :)

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#eab #bassnectar #metoo

[bililireinhartarchive]

Hi everyone!!!! People seemed to want this, so I’m doing it!

I recently started giffing via an alternative method from photoshop, so I’m opening up Riverdale gif requests! The kinds of requests I’m currently taking are character, ship, episode, and ships and/or characters within an episode. I am not taking super creative gif set requests at this time, as I’m still learning :))) Please be as specific as you can, if you want a certain scene, because I am a dumbass :)))

You can send me a request for any of the main ships, except for f*alice, unless it is from the flashback episode, than please do send that my way. This includes Bughead, Varchie, Choni, Cheronica, Beronica, Jarchie, Barchie, and Jeronica, I legit do not care.

Tagging some mutuals under the cut, if anyone wants to send a request or you can use it as blogs that you should most definitely follow because I love them and the gifmakers I’m going to tag are so talented!!!!! And obviously, if I tag you, you don’t have to feel obligated to send a request, but a signal boost would be nice!

@jugheadjones @trixiehoe @awkwardteenwrites @kyloren @carlos-reyess @theheavycrown @oryoucouldstay @elizabethjughead @sweetwaterprincess @sweetsfuckingpea @tk-strand @strangenightsofdaydreams @sabrinas1d @jugheadsbetty

#p's creations #riverdale #bughead #varchie #choni #cheronica #bettysource

[durandtm]

TIMOTHEE CHALOMET, 19, NONBINARY, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, CAMPBELL “CAMP” DURAND! according to their records, they’re a SECOND YEAR, specializing in ADVANCED ENCRYPTION and DRIVER’S ED; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (dark circles under eyes, the scent of eucalyptus, running late, looking disinterested or confused, constantly writing). when it’s the (aquarius)’s birthday on FEBRUARY 18, they always request FRIED PICKLES from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ kara, 26, she/her, pst ⍀

HIS STORY.

+ Home is on the southwestern side of France where the scenery consisted of salt farms and old windmills. Many of the village's buildings were whitewashed, and some, even the farmhouses, had ornamental towers reminiscent of the 16th century. Their town of Ars-en-Ré was a commune on the Île de Ré in the Charente-Maritime. Whitewashed buildings there would often accent their buildings with grayish blues and whatever flowers they could grow. + Campbell Durand lived with his mother, Camila, and father, Hal, in a quaint guesthouse belonging to a fish and lobster farmer. + Boats went in and out of the harbor all day via a long channel between the marshes, and that was where you could find Hal from dusk to dawn. + A distinct feature of the town was its strange black and white church steeple. It had been a useful mariner's way-finder for centuries. Camila Durand would often go out to the steeple. She enjoyed the quiet walk over, the feel of the water’s breeze against her skin, and proudly overlooked her boys at work. Campbell would wave violently toward her, smile brightening his face, stomach rumbling for dinner, as she silently guided them home. + If Campbell was not in school, he was in and out of the harbor with his father. He would do at least one run in the morning before school and two after. On days with higher run expectancies or days when men would not show up due to poor weather conditions, Campbell would miss school, much to his and his mother’s dismay, to work with his father. + “Camp,” he began to be called. It was easier to shout one syllable than two over the deafening sound of the waters and men working. + The boy’s scent was slightly fishy, mixed with saltwater and sweat. Regardless of whether or not his peers’ families were in the same industries or higher middle class, this was unique to him and often kept him from experiencing close friendships.   + Once a year at most, Camila Durand went into the city. The trip’s purpose was to collect necessities, and despite her desire to take her son, Hal insisted Camp remain in Ars-en-Ré. + When Camila was pregnant with their second child, Camp was finally allowed to accompany his mother to the city to carry things for her. He stopped at a street vendor whose wooden display was covered with beautiful flowers and bottles filled with perfumes and oils. When the smell of eucalyptus grabbed his attention, Camila smiled; eucalyptus grew plentifully in Southern France and was the base note of her everyday perfume, a luxury item she was able to pick out for her wedding. She bought the eucalyptus oil for her son, a secret to be kept from Hal. Camp would use it when he got to school and hoped it wore off by the time he left. + Camp’s hair was a hectic mess of curls. His mother liked to wrap them around her index finger mindlessly, creating a sensitivity and exclusivity around the act. While he had an affinity for it and could often be found with a hand in his hair, he would never let anyone but his mother touch it, remaining true even into young adulthood. + Eventually, Camp’s curls grew long and people would tell his parents that he was such a “pretty girl.”  Camila tucked his long curls behind his ears like she did her own for as long as she could, but eventually, his father’s ego got the best of him. It was like Campbell’s masculinity was meant to be a reflection of his own. If Campbell was not masculine enough, Hal felt it meant he wasn’t masculine enough. + This led to the desire, manipulation, and force-of-hand Hal had in having another son. + Getting pregnant again was a long, hard road for Camila. Her first miscarriage was found out by Campbell climbing into her bed to find a mess of blood. Hal reprimanded Camp for screaming, even though it was the sounding alarm that saved her life at the time. Hal rushed out the door with Camila in his arms, slamming the door shut behind them. Things were never explained to Campbell, leaving him confused. When his mother arrived home safely, he quickly held to the relief and asked no questions. It wasn’t until she began to show, two pregnancies and one miscarriage later, that he found out his parents were still trying. + When it was time for the baby to come, delivery was even more difficult than the act of getting pregnant. The complications took her life. + After his mother had passed, there was nothing tying Campbell and Hal together. He fell into a quiet, depressive state and spent his entire earnings at the harbor on a laptop like the ones all of the kids at school had. + Camp barely tried at school, though he succeeded with flying colors. + When he got home, he would remain tucked away in his room, playing video games, coding, learning and unlearning algorithms, and the like. He often would stay up all night, sleep becoming less and less of a priority as his eyes remained glued to the blue light of his screen. + His father began drinking when he got home. The two sat at the dinner table together. They didn’t talk. If anything was to be said, it was Hal, telling Camp that he would waste his life away on that computer and never make anything of himself. + Camp began hacking. It started out as a result of having beaten all of his video games and having no money to buy more. It became his own sort of game. It started small, the computers of classmates, then teachers, then strangers, then businesses, then local government, then banks, and eventually, secret intelligence branches. + The boy had no ambitions, no goals, no ulterior motive, no end game. He was told that there would be very serious consequences for his actions, but the agency was in America, a country in which he was not legally adult, and he felt untouchable. His 18th birthday wasn’t far so they did with him what they would have done with any juvenile delinquent in his position and offered him a “bright future” that started with Gallagher Academy. The Fall semester would begin in September of 2019, and along with it, would begin Camp’s new life. + He packed his bags, gave his father a reluctant hug, ignoring his proud ramblings of how he would make something of himself after all and that his mother would be so proud, and was on his way. He would wake up and go to sleep missing the quiet safety of the home his mother had once occupied. He would miss the certainty of his father’s mundane routines and joining him for quiet dinners of cabbage and meat stew when he got home.

HIS PERSONALITY.

(insightful, patient, weird, rebelling, lone wolf, great listener, always running late, 1000 moods, needs space)

+ Kaiju films are they’re favorite (Kaiju is a Japenese genre of films featuring giant monsters that are usually attacking major cities) + Also loves Ghostbusters + Always has a movie they want you to watch + Barely sleeps, leaving dark circles permanently under their eyes + Computer is so old it glitches. + Dreams of a car with a neon under-glow, though they don’t know where they’d drive it + Included a major of driver’s ed because they have never driven a car, nor has their family ever owned one, and driving fast sounds cool + Ends up using it as a coping mechanism. some people punch things when they’re mad, others cry, he drives. fast. dangerously. recklessly. but it’s okay because technically they’re studying + Drinks absinthe as a way of remaining close to their father, who they think they’re destined to be regardless of what fancy school invited them to the states and thinks they’re “talented” and “genius” + Listens to Mariana’s Trench in the background of whatever they’re doing + Has tattoo ideas, but no tattoos: UFO, bermuda triangle, third eye, a mask, illuminati symbol + Talks to you for hours about conspiracy theories + Writes poetry + Likes feeling the breeze with their eyes closed (it reminds them of their mother doing the same at the church steeple, looking over them at the harbor) + Keeps a notebook separate from their poetry, meant for deep thoughts, connecting thoughts and ideas, and inspiration + Photoshopped your head on a meme and sent it to you at 3am + Gets heartbroken 30 times a week by falling for people they look at + Has trust issues + Often unmotivated and disinterested + Feels like they have to adapt to every person they meet to be liked, so they’re often silent at first, figuring out how to mold themselves into the kind of person they need to be around you + Labeled themselves as nonbinary as soon as they were no longer under the strict rule of masculinity presented by their father + Wants to use they/them pronouns, but is too scared to ask. Feels like it’s a “burden” to ask people to go through the trouble of being thoughtful. They don’t want people thinking about them at all + Figuring things out takes them a little longer + Only comes out of their shell around people that are gentle and easy-going + They are tolerant and composed to balance their intense energy when it gets to be too much and needs people to do the same + Can not flirt if their life depended on it + Can be social but born a lone wolf + Only clingy when having the time of  their lives with you, trust you with their heart and soul, or realize they can help you drastically with something and wish to focus on their effort to help you + Need people to sense and feel where the lines between “seeming” and “being” blur and that can figure out who the person is behind the anonymous mask + There’s always some kind of mask to see through + Cognitive AF + Come across emotionless because it is hard to allow themselves to be seen as vulnerable by other people + They hide from their own self + Highly selective and self-aware + They find it hard to ask for help + It’s not all fun and laughs + They adore someone who will inspire confidence in them and the courage to be in the moment and embody their own complexities. Someone who takes them seriously enough but will also keep the conversation light and free-flowing. They will only crush their own walls if you literally allow them to go ahead and ask for the help they deserve + They want people who can allow them to escape and be an actual human anchor for their souls + They do not like to be forced when it comes to sharing what is important to them. They will only do that on their own time or not at all + They know the difference between who is a friend vs. who is a best friend vs. who is a mere acquaintance vs. who is a person they view romantically. These lines do not blur or cross + Once on that level, it’s like having a secret language of communication + Harsh with their words. They are not polite because their words happen outside of emotions + How they communicate with others often has nothing to do with how they’re feeling on the inside + Come across as senseless and illogical and absolutely nuts + Likes to say “I told you so” + Get in their head while you’re talking, so they sometimes have to pretend that they understood

#gallagher:intro #intro

[jokerous]

Would anyone like to admin @dailyheathledger with me? That blog is currently being neglected 😩 because all the members either left or are simply being MIA and I due to a hectic work and life schedule don’t have enough time to create original content for it or fulfill gif requests (which I’ve gotten quite a number recently) like I used to :// no member applications needed just message me if you’re interested. There are very few active Heath Ledger related blogs left and today @dailyheathledger is the only fansite/network on tumblr dedicated to that incredibly talented actor who left this world too soon... So it would be a shame if that blog slowly became inactive and I really don’t want to let it happen and the blog needs a fresh breath. Normally I’d do a promo but my laptop is currently broken and I don’t have an access to Photoshop while this is quite urgent.. enough rambling, just IM me, or if you’re not planning to apply, reblog this post to signal boost it or tell a friend who might be interested. I’d really appreciate that.

#heath ledger #dailyheathledger #filmedit #pls pls pls i need help with that blog this is a real shame

[petertingle-yipyip]

Saturday Nights - Peter Parker

//Requested by @mixed-fandoms-girl: Peter Parker x reader Peter Parker x Smart! girlfriend! reader she’s the smartest kid but doesn’t go to midtown and when flash is making fun of Peter at Liz’s party and talks about his imaginary girlfriend, she shows up and proves flash wrong //

//Warnings: Language. Pairings: Peter x reader//

You laid in Peter’s bed and read over your math assignment, waiting for him to get home from school. Dating someone who was as smart if not smarter than yourself was great. The only thing that made it a struggle was going to different schools. Your parents wanted to send you to Midtown School of Science and Technology, but you were adamantly against it. You had nothing against Midtown or the kids that went there. It would’ve been a great fit for you academically. You just liked being at a normal, public school that had a little bit of everything, not just the typical “smart” subjects. Your current school was a more social environment, more lax and fun.

Often, you went to Peter’s after you got out of school. You ended school about an hour before he did, but after picking up snacks for you two to study with and the walk to his apartment, your arrivals were only about twenty minutes apart. Aunt May always welcomed you in, joking that you might as well get a key. She absolutely loved you being with Peter, saying it made him so happy.

“Hey!” He said happily as he entered his room and tossed his backpack by his bed. You rolled over, pushing yourself to sit up and tossed your assignment aside. “Working on homework?”

“Nah, just looking at it.” You shrugged. “You know Calculus kills me and I avoid it for as long as humanly possible.”

“I can always help you, you know.” He offered, dropping to lay in his bed with his head in your lap. “I’m actually really smart.” He said proudly.

“I never would’ve guessed.” You teased, tugging on the Midtown sweatshirt he was wearing. “Besides, I’m pretty smart myself in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“What’s the topic?” He laughed.

“Derivatives.” You said, handing him your assignment. “Literally the worst part of Calc.”

“I always thought logarithms were worse.” He countered.

“Don’t even get me started on logs!” You said with a laugh. “Those are literally the devil of mathematics. Honestly, why do they even exist? But derivatives are torture. Who say around and thought that derivatives needed to be a necessary concept? What do they prove? They prove how useless they are, that’s about it. And then there’s anti-derivatives and those really make me wanna hit myself in the face with my textbook.”

“But your face is too cute to hit with a book.” He said with a stupid grin and he reached up with his other hand and patted your cheek affectionately.

“You are so cheesy.” You laughed.

“Maybe.” He shrugged, letting his hand drop to his chest. “But you like it. You find it endearing.”

“Your vocabulary is astounding, my dear.” You nodded. “But have you ever stopped to contemplate the philosophy that I, as a female, was just so infatuated with your virtue, your true innocence, that I could not help but swoon and give my heart to the lovable virtuoso that is, Peter Parker?” You said, using your best scholastic voice.

“Yes, Ms. Y/L/N. I have gone over the possibility oh so many times.” He said with an exaggerated sigh. “Alas, there is not enough evidence to prove such a theory. Being that this virtuoso you speak of can only attract someone with a similar talent and aptitude, what else would be so outstanding about one, Peter Parker?”

“An interesting question, indeed.” You stifled a laugh. “Maybe it’s the suit.” You winked.

Of course you knew Peter was Spiderman. He didn’t mean for you to find out. He did everything in his power to hide it from you. You found out by accident. You had been staying the night at his place and restlessness had taken over. You couldn’t sleep and had rolled over to find an empty bed. You figured Peter had gotten up for water or needed to use the bathroom so you paid it no mind. But once his window opened and he crept through it carefully, your mind tried to convince you it was a dream. The next morning, you asked Peter flat out if he was Spiderman, and his stammering and lack of excuses proved you right.

“Oh, is that right?” He raised an eyebrow as his cheeks turned a slight pink.

“Yeah.. I mean, have you seen yourself in the suit?” You laughed.

“Have you seen yourself in that denim skirt?” He replied with a cocky smirk.

“Touche, Parker.” You nodded with a smile still.

“Hey, are you busy this weekend?” He asked suddenly, dropping your work on the floor.

“Actually, yes.” You nodded, gently running your fingers through his hair. “But I can easily cancel my plans for you. What did you have in mind?”

“No, if you’re busy it’s okay.” He shook his head. “I just thought you could use something to ease your stress..”

“Peter, what did you have in mind?” You repeated your question with a soft smile. “I’d cancel plans with anyone to spend time with you. Plus, I only made these plans cause you and I didn’t have anything planned. Besides, there’s a few different ways you can help with my stress. ” You winked. His cheeks flushed pink again.

“It’s just.. Liz is having a party this weekend and I was hoping that you would want to come with me..” He said with a small shrug, as if it was out of the ordinary for you two to do things together. It reminded you of when he asked you out for the first time and it brought a soft smile to your face and a warmth to your heart.

“Liz, isn’t she the girl you liked before me?” You questioned.

You had no issues with Liz. She never made you feel insecure in your relationship or with yourself. In fact, you were rather curious in regards to her. You never met her, but had heard all about her. You knew Ned and met Michelle on a few occasions. But never Liz.

Peter jumped up quickly, causing you to jump slightly. He turned to face you, taking your hands in his tightly. “Not like that! Not like that at all!” He explained quickly. You were still surprised by his quick actions and you couldn’t stop your laughter.

“Pete, I’m not worried about Liz. I never have been.” You explained with a smile. “Of course, I’ll go with you. I finally get to meet her.”

“Wait, you want to meet her?” He asked in shock.

“Yeah, I mean why not?” You shrugged, letting go of one of his hands to lean down and pick up your math work. “I can finally see who you liked before you met me... Now, help me get through these derivatives and we’ll talk more about it. Or we can start a different stress reliever.”

“You don’t need my help and you know it, Y/N. Except maybe for the stress relief.” He laughed, taking his own backpack off the floor. “You’re the smartest girl I know.”

“Maybe...” You hinted. “But it’s cute when you explain things for me. I mean, you are pretty smart after all..”

The night of Liz’s party, Aunt May offered to pick you up. You told her it was fine and your mom could take you since you needed a bit more time to get ready. You texted Peter, telling him you’d be there soon as you hopped into your mom’s car.

At the party, Peter and Ned wandered the crowd.

“She’s gonna be here soon.” Peter assured his friend as he checked his phone and saw your message.

Leaving right now. mom’s dropping me off but i’ll probably go home with you if you dont mind. be there soon xx

“What are you gonna do till she gets here?” Ned asked. “Everyone doesn’t believe she’s real. Everyone even thinks the pictures you have are photoshopped!”

“I’m just gonna be myself.” Peter shrugged slightly.

“Peter, no one wants that.” Ned said in return.

“Hey!” Flash announced on the microphone. “It’s Penis Parker! Hey dumbass, where’s your girlfriend? Is she studying for this ‘other school’ she goes to?” He tormented.

“Told you.” Ned sighed and Peter rolled his eyes.

“She’ll be here.” Peter assured. “She’s on the way, I swear.”

You stepped out of the car in front of Liz’s house, the bass hitting so hard you could hear it on the street. Your mom asked when you needed to be picked up, but you waved her off, saying you would go home with Peter. You pulled your phone out to call him as you entered the house.

“Did your imaginary girlfriend bail on you? When I say Penis, you say Parker. Penis!” A boy said, the crowd following his instructions.

“That must be Flash.” You muttered as you pushed through the people. You saw Ned’s hat over the top of the crowd and made your way over there.

“Hello, Lover Boy.” You smiled widely as you finally found your boyfriend. You kissed him quickly before greeting his friend. “Hey, Ned. Nice hat.” You wrapped an arm around Peter’s waist and his arm came around your shoulder. You leaned into him slightly and used your other hand to reach up and lace your fingers together.

“Thanks Y/N!” Ned smiled.

“So, I’m guessing the asshat on the mic is that kid Flash?” You asked the boys, glancing to the DJ booth.

“Yeah, that’s him.” Ned confirmed.

“He’s a bitter little boy, isn’t he?” You joked. “Oh! Sorry I’m late, by the way. I couldn’t decide between the blue and red stripes or the black and green stripes to match the denim skirt.”

“The blue and red is nice.” Peter said kindly.

“Like Spiderman!” Ned exclaimed.

“Uh, yeah... I guess.” You replied with a smile.

“You have a crush on Spiderman!” Ned said in amusement. “So does she..” He nodded to something behind you. Before you could question, you were greeted by a friendly voice.

“Peter, Ned!” A girl said as she came up and joined the group. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“I told you we’d be here.” Ned said happily. “Oh, Peter. Introduce her!” He said quietly.

“Right! Sorry.” Peter laughed slightly. “Y/N, this is Liz. Liz, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Girlfriend? Wow. Hi. Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that or anything I just didn’t know Peter had a girlfriend.” Liz said with a smile. It was a sad smile, as if she was upset Peter had a girlfriend. Maybe she was harboring some feelings for him.

“From what I can tell,  no one believes he does.” You laughed and nodded towards Flash. “Apparently, I’m imaginary.”

“You look pretty real to me.” She laughed. “I’ve never seen you around before. Are you new or-”

“No, I actually don’t go to Midtown.” You shook your head. “I had the option before this year started but I didn’t want to. It’s too... focused for me, I guess is the best way to put it. I just like the range of classes a regular high school offers.”

“But she’s a genius!” Ned interjected.

“I wouldn’t say that but I’m alright.” You said modestly.

“Alright? Y/N, you’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met!” Peter countered.

“Really?” Liz questioned with a bit of bitterness in her voice. “That smart, huh?”

“So they say.” You shrugged. “Sorry if this is weird but you are really pretty.” You complemented honestly.

“You think so? Thank you! I love that top. Red and blue look so good together!” She replied. “Well, I have to make my rounds so have fun. Drinks are in the kitchen, if you need anything.” She nodded with a perfect hostess smile before leaving.

“I don’t think she likes me very much..” You commented as she walked away.

“I thought I was the only one picking up on that.” Ned agreed.

“What are you guys talking about?” Peter questioned. “I think that went okay.”

“Okay, but Peter, there’s an unspoken rule between girls that when a girl compliments you, you compliment her back.” You explained. “It’s a whole thing focused on women supporting women.”

“But if it’s unspoken, how is every girl supposed to know?” Peter questioned.

“They just do. It’s practically in our DNA. I’ll show you.” You said, turning to see Michelle not to far away.

“Hey, Michelle!” You called for her attention. “That dress is cute!” You smiled.

“Huh? Oh, thanks.” She said casually. “Your skirt looks good.” She nodded.

“See what I mean?” You said to Peter.

“I can’t believe you guys are at this lame party.” She told the boys.

“But... you’re here?” Ned replied, just as confused as the rest of us.

“Am I?” She said before disappearing into the crowd.

“She’s interesting...” You thought out loud. “I like her.”

“So wait, is there an issue between you and Liz or...” Peter asked.

You giggled slightly. “No, not an issue. I just don’t think she likes me.”

“Well, Liz has a crush on Spiderman.” Ned explained. “But it kinda seems like she has a crush on Peter, too.”

“Alright, how much is he paying you?” Flash asked as he suddenly stood in front of you.

“Excuse me?” You said in offense. “Fuck out of here with that.”

“How much did Parker pay you to show up and pretend to be his date?” Flash clarified.

“He didn’t pay me, you ass. He asked cause I’m his girlfriend.” You laughed in annoyance. “Which I’m assuming is more than you have based on your immaculate personality..” You added sarcastically. “You’ll catch more flies with honey... I��m just saying.”

“So you’re Y/N Y/L/N?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“The genius that doesn’t go to Midtown?”

“Yeah.”

“Prove it.” He challenged. “Or are you just some above average public school kid that actually has more than three functioning brain cells?”

“What do you wanna know, dickwad?” You said confidently.

“What is the most abundant protein in the human body?”

“Duh, collagen. 25-35 percent of the human body is collagen, which forms connective tissue like the ligaments, tendons, and skin. Next.”

“What’s the anti-derivative of a cosecant squared?”

“I hate calculus. Negative cotangent of x plus the constant, k. Don’t insult me by asking kindergarten questions.”

“Definition of antiestablishmentarianism.”

“Not much of a challenge. EVen though I doubt you can even spell antiestablishmentarianism.” You laughed. “It’s a political philosophy that views a nation's or society's power structure as corrupt, repressive, exploitative, or unjust. It’s basically opposition to the conventional principles of society.”

“Who introduced the theory of punctuated equilibrium?”

“Obviously, Gould and Eldredge. And that’s all the time we have for today on How Can This Random Asshole Ruin This Date With My Boyfriend featuring This Random Asshole.” You said in a gameshow host type voice.

“And you’re seriously dating him?” He pointed to Peter.

“Obviously.” You sighed in annoyance. “And you go to Midtown? Maybe I should transfer that way someone can actually challenge Peter on an intellectual level and not compensate by being a physical challenge. I mean, who does that anymore?”

“Are you blind or something?”

“No, cause I can see exactly how ugly your personality is, but then again I’m not a genius, remember? Above average public school kid that actually has more than three functioning brain cells, I believe is what you called me.”

“How did you even meet? He’s a total loser.”

“What’s it to you?” You laughed. “Your dumbass didn’t believe I was real five minutes ago. Plus, you’ve been getting on my last nerve so if we’re done here, you can leave.”

“Why would you even consider dating him? You’re hot enough that you could date like, young Leonardo DiCaprio or something.”

“Who wouldn’t wanna date Peter?” You said as if it was obvious. “He’s peak boyfriend material.”

And to you it was. Peter was beautiful. He was sweet, kind, smart. He held the door open for you and stayed up late on the phone with you until you fell asleep. He offered help with your homework and asked you to stay with him almost every other night. He made cheesy jokes that you couldn’t help but laugh at. He was shy and awkward. But that’s what made him so perfect to you.

“Are you convinced yet, cause I’m growing rather uninterested with you.” You said plainly.

“You’re lying.” He crossed his arms, refusing to believe you. “There’s no way Penis Parker scores a total babe like you.”

“Tell me then, Flash, since you seem to know my life. If I was lying, would I do this?” You said slowly, turning to face Peter.

“What are you doing?” Peter whispered, slightly nervous.

“Just trust me.” You said in the same hushed tone with a small chuckle.

You took his face in your hands and pulled him to you. Your lips met softly at first, you pulling away a few times to tease him. He smiled against your lips as his hands fell to your hips and gently pulled you closer. You two kissed each other deeply, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. When you were out of breath, you pulled away and smiled. Peter’s cheeks flushed a bright red, a shy smile graced his face.

“See? I told you to trust me.” You winked before you turned to face the bully who stared at you two in shock.

“So not only are you Peter’s alternate for the academic decathlon, but he has a girlfriend before you do.” You laughed. “You talk a big game for someone in second place.”

“I.. But you’re- And he’s-” Flash stammered.

“Bye, now.” You wiggled your fingers and Flash slowly walked away, still muttering an incoherent response.

“That.. was.. hilarious!” Ned said loudly. “I’ve never seen Flash look so flustered!”

“It’s what he deserves.” You shrugged with a proud smile. “Now, why are we standing around still? This is a party after all! Let’s dance!” You said happily as you dragged Peter to the dancefloor.

“No, Y/N I- I don’t- I don’t really dance.” He said nervously.

“No one really dances at parties!” You said over the music. “Everyone just jumps around or find the closest person to grind on. No big deal. Just go with it, Pete.”

You spent the rest of the night on the dancefloor with Peter. Ned came and went but you were focused on Peter. His hands on your waist. Your hands on his arms.

“This is cute.” You tugged the top of his flannel that he left unbuttoned. “You always look cute in a flannel.”

“Thanks.” He smiled, a red tint finding his cheeks again. “Hey, thanks for coming.”

“Anything for you, Peter. Anything for you.” You said softly as you leaned in to kiss him gently.

#sm hoco #sm ffh #spiderman #spiderman imagine #spiderman homecoming #peter parker #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #peter x you #peter x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #spiderman far from home

[peter-b-starker]

i love your moodboards so much! how do you get the colors to match so perfectly?

Hiya! Sorry, tumblr is super annoying and I totally didn’t see this until now!Thank you so much for the love, omg I so so so appreciate it! I use a combination of web editors like befunky’s collage maker, ezgif.com for gif editing, but mainly photoshop to mess with the images. (hue/saturation edits, black & white, colorization, burn/dodge tools, etc.Some moodboard makers are really really talented at picking images that fit together super well, but for the ones I’ve posted on here, I’ve just kinda.. smashed ‘em together and edited them to work, lol.Once again, thank you, and (to everyone as well) feel free to send me requests for boards you want to see, or themes/lyrics C:Also, if anyone wants a more detailed post on how I edit things/make my moodboards, I can certainly do that too!

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#not starker #Anonymous #thank you for the ask! #asks #love- nova

[themelaninmamifiles]

Changing Perspectives & Embracing the WAHM Life

Long before I was considering having children or getting married, I used to always say that I never wanted to be a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM). It just seemed boring and anti-climatic after having spent a lifetime studying towards a career to do something. Don’t get me wrong, being a mom is a noble and essential profession, and this is in no way a diss towards SAHMs, but it just wasn’t for me.

Fast forward to about 10 years ago and I shifted positions slightly. This was also around the time that I realized that corporate life was for the birds and I was tired of working for other people on a full-time basis. So, I can be honest here and admit that part of the reason I wanted to work for myself was that I was tired of working for tyrants. Small businesses might be the backbone of the U.S. economy but many of them are run by nut jobs who lack people skills. And I had managed to work for two such companies back to back.

Anywho, in 2009 I decided to step out on my own and just work as a freelancer/consultant. It gave me the flexibility to work with the people and on the projects that I wanted to, and it allowed me to primarily work from home. And let’s face it, even though there are real benefits to working in a collaborative office environment, having a “morning commute” that’s just a few steps from the bedroom to wherever I keep my laptop is hard to beat. So, I’ve been a freelancer/consultant for 10 years now.

And when I first got pregnant in 2017, I had plans for a three-month maternity leave and then to return to a company I was consulting with at the time. I had this mindset that I would get bored being home non-stop with my child and would welcome the distraction and outlet of getting out of the house and interacting with others. So fast forward to the summer of last year, and my technical maternity leave was up. But I wasn’t interested in returning to my marketing work. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to work, but I wanted to pivot to something that offered more flexibility. And this was for a number of reasons:

Childcare is Expensive

I live in North Jersey, and can literally see One World Trade from my house. It takes me all of 25 to 35 minutes to commute to Herald Square (Macy’s where they do the Thanksgiving Day Parade for those of you not in the tri-state region). Depending on where you go between North Jersey and NYC, daycare can range from $1,000 to 4,000 a month. When I tell you, that shit is expensive, I’m not lying. That’s essentially my husband and I paying rent twice.

Once I ran the numbers, I realized that in order for me to go back to any consulting role where they expected me to even spend half my time in Manhattan in their offices, I’d need to be making six figures or kissing up to it as close as possible. Why? 

Because on top of that daycare cost is the price of getting in and out of the city. And now that I live in Jersey, I don’t just pay for the NYC MTA, but the Path, and the NJ Transit. So three separate monthly commute costs, paying for lunch in the city, plus daycare plus all of our other expenses. Can I get six figures? Certainly. But those aren’t the roles where you get an offer the same day you pitch/interview. From my experience, once you pass the 60K mark, it takes multiple rounds and a bit of romancing to get companies to loosen their purse strings.

Tay Tay is My Focus

One of the things I’ve always hated about working for others or working on long-term consulting projects where you’re technically an extension of the client’s company is that business owners want you to make their company a priority over yourself. 

It’s happened. At. Every. Long-term. Company. I’ve. Ever. Represented. 

I’ve been expected to drop everything and fly around the world to rep clients at their partner factories. I missed Thanksgiving one year because I was in China in a factory coordinating designs and patterns for a clothing collection. I’ve been expected to attend conferences to network with businesses on behalf of a client who ultimately had no interest in partnering with them. 

This induced eye rolls before TayTay came along. Every damn company knew I had my own consulting work, that I’m an influencer, that I like to travel, etc. Yet all of them would have this ridiculously unrealistic expectation that I was supposed to pause my life and make them the most important thing at the peril of all else. Meanwhile, some of them wouldn’t return that favor by doing things like say...pay their invoices to me on time.

When TayTay was born, she literally became my focus. My priority is on raising this little human to be well adjusted, confident and a productive member of society. So, yeah I take the job of “mom” very seriously. But this also meant that I had a serious talk with myself and realized that although marketing is my love, I wasn’t going to be able to devote the focus to that type of work right now. Maybe once TayTay starts school, but for now, I need something less demanding. Okay so I knew my limitations, but I still had to make money. We can’t be a single income family.

So I Pivoted…

Lucky for me, I’m not a one trick pony. I’ve always had a variety of talents, one of which is writing. I’ve worked as a copywriter off and on for years—mostly as a side hustle to supplement the marketing consulting. But towards the end of my pregnancy, I started taking on more copywriting work through agencies...and I love it because:

No Commute: My commute is from the bedroom to my living room or desk where I can write til my heart’s content.

No childcare expenses: For now, we’re not putting TayTay in daycare. At some point when she’s two, we’ll put her in a half-day program for socialization. But for now, I’m the primary caregiver.

I don’t take my work home with me: I know, I know, I work from home so technical sticklers will say this isn’t true. Clients reach out and ask me to write whatever content is needed. But once the content is submitted, no one’s giving me the side eye or trying to berate me. There’s no “we need a real team player” or “someone who’s committed for the long-term”. (side eye). Once I finish a project, that’s it. Maybe there’s an edit request, but that’s pretty rare (yes I’m that great at crafting content).

No scope creep: Anyone who’s worked on projects as a freelancer knows why this is a big deal. I’m not expected to be a Jack or Jane of all trades. Once I get the project brief, that’s it. No one comes back and asks me if in addition to writing I can also do some Photoshop work, oh and maybe also manage the social media, oh and maybe also handle the press releases, oh yeah and also work as a hiring manager.

Flexibility: I’ve literally been able to do this work while on vacation or en route in the airport because it’s that easy for me to write. While I was in San Francisco and Miami earlier this year, I worked on projects and it was a painless experience. No one was texting and harassing me, demanding I get on a call to listen to them drone on about nothing. And even on the day to day, I can take a break in the afternoon without getting frenzied texts or emails from people expecting me to be chained to my laptop.

Timely pay: Now granted, you can still come across slow/no pay bums in the copywriting world, but I’ve been blessed in this department. I work with a number of great agencies/platforms that pay well and on time.

I can prioritize myself: One of the biggest wakeup calls I had in the past two and a half years was working on an extended client project that left me little time for myself and made me feel like a horrible person for having my own passions outside of their business. And just as I found out I was pregnant, lack of pay caused me to step back from them. 

I was forced to pause my passions/budding entrepreneurial ventures and rework my timelines because I literally didn’t have any money and everything fell on my husband. I had prioritized a client who saw fit not to pay me. Serious learning lesson! :( Fast forward to today and I have more freedom and am able to pursue my ventures again because I’m not a one-trick pony financially.

I’m happier: Not taking on other people’s unnecessary stress can do wonders for your own mental health. I’m not carrying someone else’s baggage or trying to split myself in a thousand different directions. I feel more focused now than I’ve ever been.

So I wrote ALL of this to basically say, if you’re pregnant or thinking about being pregnant, be open-minded to what your work life might look like once the baby comes. Right now you might think that being home is horrible, but then you hold that bundle of joy and your perspective changes. Maybe it’s not you, mom. Maybe it’s a SAHD or WAHD instead! Whatever works for your family—just be open to change!

#wahm #wahm life #sahm #mommy blogger #black moms blog #mommylife #parenting #working parents #workfromhome #women in business #life lessons #child care

[dontshootmespence]

Lean on Me

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the reader suffers with depression and was on the upswing, but recently has been hating herself again. She has no idea how to tell Spencer how badly she’s feeling, but him being who he is, he can see it. He goes to talk to her about it and she breaks, telling him everything, while he’s there to comfort her.

Warnings: Self-loathing.

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How can someone feel so alone when they’re surrounded by people that love them?

Why couldn’t your brain just fuck off for a while? 

For so long, you’d been fine. You’d been getting better. You were starting to look in the mirror and find things you liked. You were focusing on them rather than the things you used to hate. And it was working! The things you didn’t like started to fade away into the background. 

And then your brain had to go and fuck you again.

So here you were, lying in the fetal position on the couch wishing you were anyone but who you actually were.

Why couldn’t you be the beautiful people you saw on the street, or the people on the magazine covers. Sure they were photoshopped, but even before that they were miles better looking than you. They were probably just better than you in general. You just wanted to be anyone but yourself. Why the fuck had you been born into this fucking body of all the bodies on the planet? It was bullshit.

You couldn’t even talk to anyone about it. How did you go up to people that loved you and say ‘Hey, I hate myself. I wish I were someone else.’ Because those people love you, they see something you can’t see in yourself. 

For some fucking reason, Spencer Reid actually loved you. You believed it through and through - that he loved you with his whole heart. You just had no idea why. You weren’t particularly pretty or smart or kind. You were just kind of there. 

Spencer was going to be home soon, which meant you had to put on that face that said I love who I am and I’d never want to be anyone else even though it was a big fat lie. With that realization, you sunk deeper into the couch with no desire to move, angry at the universe for making you who you were while giving everyone else exactly what they wanted. Your limbs were heavy and the material of the couch was grating on your already sensitive nerves, but you couldn’t move. As a tear fell down your cheek and onto the couch, you embraced the crying spell. Might as well get it out now before Spencer got home. 

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When they first go together Spencer knew of the inner battles she faced. He didn’t really understand them because he thought the world of her, but she felt them and that was enough.

Every chance he got, he told her how amazing she thought she was, and when she wasn’t feeling it herself, he stayed, arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace. 

She’d been on the upper end of the bell curve lately and it had been wonderful. To see her embracing herself and her body and her being as a whole was everything he wanted for her. But being on a bell curve meant the inevitable downswing - she was all the way at the bottom, unable to climb up.

He didn’t know how to bring it up. Every time he had before, she’d avoided answering. But he desperately needed her to know that she wasn’t alone, that even if he couldn’t understand why she felt the way she did, that he could still be there and listen. Y/N was the love of his life - he would be there. Forever if she’d let him.

As he walked up the stairs, he prepared to see her exactly where she’d been the previous five days he’d come home. She got home from work and took a seat on the couch. 

Opening the door, he sighed softly. He could tell she’d been crying without even seeing her face. There was something hanging in the air. “Hey, love,” he said.

She shot around, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. It was obvious she’d been crying but she tried to cover it up. “Hey, Spence.” She gave him a weak smile that broke his heart in half.

“Can we talk?” He asked. “Like really talk?”

She glanced away from him and out of the window, but she nodded. “Sure.”

“I need you to know you’re not alone,” he started, lacing his fingers in hers. “It’s pretty obvious to me that you haven’t been yourself lately. Please talk to me - so you don’t have to suffer by yourself.”

“You don’t get it, Spence-”

“That doesn’t matter! You’re right, I don’t. I don’t get how you can see anything other than the beautiful, talented, intelligent, kind, funny woman in front of me, but me not understanding doesn’t matter. All that matters is that the woman I love is in pain.”

Tears sprung to the corners of her eyes. “You already have so much to deal with. Why should I pile on top of that with my trivial bullshit?”

“It’s not trivial,” he said swiftly. “Your pain isn’t trivial. And I love you. I’ve chosen to be here in the good times and the bad. I want you to tell me these things because I want you - and I want you to be at your happiest.”

She closed her eyes against the tears and leaned into him as they fell. “I just can’t control my brain. I look at myself and I hate what I see. And then I spiral. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve you. It just goes around and around.” A sob escaped from between her lips and he hugged her tighter.

“Then we can work together to figure out a solution. It could mean going to therapy again. It could mean tweaking the dosage of your medication. But we have to talk to figure out the right path. Okay?” He grabbed the sides of her face and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Looking up, she nodded slightly. “I’ll try. You have to bring it up for a while, because I don’t think I can.”

“That’s okay. That’s why I’m here. So you can lean on me.”

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#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid imagine #dontshootmespence #lean on me

[smittyryker]

Rumors (Will Poulter)

Requested anonymously! I know this is on the shorter side, but I wanted to have it out as soon as I could! Enjoy!

Famous!Reader and Will Poulter go on a date.

Acting had turned Y/N into a complete workaholic. It was her outlet in which she was able to express herself, but damnit if it wasn’t exhausting. Yes, she loved what she did and wouldn’t wish for any other job, although it became too much at times.

Still, it was hard to complain when she was so much more fortunate than other actors, those who are struggling with their career. She was doing just fine. It seemed like a cakewalk, despite the countless amount of hours rehearsing, memorizing, and practicing lines; and even, on bad days, sifting through comments.

For the most part, she was adequate at ignoring them. Being in the spotlight rarely bothered her— it was an obvious requirement for the profession— but it had its cons. Lots of rumors began to form around her as she grew. And, her being a female in the industry, many were obsessed with one type of rumor in particular. Dating rumors.

In truth, she wasn’t dating anyone, but that wasn’t why it bothered her. She had met wonderful people who performed on-screen like herself, whom of which she didn’t want to get the wrong idea of her. But these tabliods were everywhere, absolutely everywhere.

A magazine was briefly crinkled at the corners from her soft hand’s grip before she smacked it down on a wooden table on set.

“Who is it this time?” Her co-star, Kaya, asked. She had known about Y/N’s vendetta towards dating rumors when she confided in Kaya about them.

“Does it matter?” Y/N sighed, a slight smile gracing her face. Picking up the thin paper, she flashed her the cover. It was a photoshopped picture of Y/N and a well-known celebrity she had never met before.

Kaya chuckled, taking the magazine from her grip and quickly examining it before setting it back down. “It’ll pass, I’m sure, but they’re always going to see what they want to see.”

“No shit,” Y/N mumbled, and Kaya scoffed.

“I wouldn’t worry.”

She simply hummed in response, not looking to find words to answer her. It was too stressful to not worry. Every known actor is aware that it isn’t that simple, but fronts about it constantly, without even realizing. Maybe it was all the interview questions that squewed with their perception of normal life.

A new voice sounded her ears before her mind could run too wild; luckily. “Hey.”

Y/N tilted her head up to face Will Poulter. Since her first appearance in the Maze Runner film universe was in the Scorch Trials, this year was the first time she had met him, and by god, he was lovely.

“Oh! Hi, Will,” she greeted, distracting as she flipped the magazine over and slid it across the table and out of his peripheral. Truth was, Y/N always found Will incredibly handsome. In the original Maze Runner movie, she favored Gally’s character over the others. What could she say? She had a type.

Shooting wrapped up only ten minutes prior to his approach, so he had a hoodie pulled on, covering but not completely hiding his muscles. She cleared her throat, trying not to be too looksy.

“I kind of, wanted to...” he trailed off.

Her mind instantly ran to the worst. “What? Was I out of character?” She asked in reference to her performance today. To be honest, her stomach wasn’t feeling the best; had it shown on camera? God, she knew it would.

A beam spread across Will’s face and he shook his head quickly. Oh. “I wanted to... ask you out?”

A grin appeared on Y/N face. “A date?”

Will’s cheeks were truly flushed. Him being a teddy bear was evident, so she expected nothing less than some visible nerves.

He nodded slightly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I-if, only if you want it to be. I’d never—“

“Okay. Of course,” she cut him off, and the corners of his lips turned upwards. Damn. That smile.

One would think actors have a big wardrobe, but today Y/N’s felt painfully small. Everything she had tried on seemed to be unflattering, on this specific day. She sighed until a piece caught she eye. Putting it on, hopeful, she checked herslef in the mirror, a content sigh leaving her lips.

“Good,” she muttered, finally satisfied with a for-the-most-part casual outfit.

Shortly after, a knock on her apartment door was audible.

Y/N pulled the door open. “Will,” she greeted upon seeing his face. He was dressed in a red tinted button-down and jeans with his glasses adorably adorning his face.

“Y/N,” he smiled, pulling a single flower from his back.

Although the gesture was sweet, she rolled your eyes, giggling. ”You did not,” she chuckled, taking it from his fingers into hers; fingerpads brushing against each other briefly. Her heart thumped. “I’ll put these in a vase. But, are you ready? Do you need something to drink?”

Will shook his head, gently slapping his hands on the tops of his thighs. “N-no! I’m good! I’m good, thank you.”

The actress chuckled at his politeness. “Okay,” she replied, setting the flower in an empty vase that held minimal water; but it would do for now. She then proceeded to lead Will outside, shutting the door behind the two of them. “There’s a coffee shop right by my place, if you’re up to go?”

“I told you I wasn’t thirsty,” he said in an artificial bummed-out tone, then cracked a grin.

“Yep,” Y/N said shortly. “That performance was worth an Oscar,” she inquired, laughing.

Once they arrived, Will pulled the door open and let her through first, then following after her.

He put his hand in his pocket, fingers grazing his wallet as his date gazed at the menu. How did he convince Y/N to hang out with him? She was everything he had expected her to be; the good without the bad, it seemed. She was talented yet humble.

People often say the same about Will, too.

“Everything looks good,” Y/N piped up, gazing at the extensive menu.

Will couldn’t help himself. “Including you.” He stumbled over awkwardness, but it didn’t make him refrain from telling her how attractive he found her. “You look beautiful.”

A rush of blood went to the actress’s face. “Stop...” she mumbled, silently hoping he wouldn’t. Butterflies erupted in her stomach.

“I mean it,” Will inquired, a smile playing on his shapely lips. “Everyone with eyes can tell.”

Blushing, she gave her order as well as Will did and left the store with their drinks.

“Shit,” he mumbled, coffee in his mouth. “This is good.”

“Right?“ she asked.

Then, she saw a bright flash from the corner of her eye. No, she must have dreamt it. Could this really be happening? Now?

Another bright flash, and this time she heard the camera’s click.

Will could visibly see her uncomfortability and reached down for her hand.

“They’re never gonna stop twisting stories, so let ‘em talk,” he smiled and Y/N squeezed it.

She never imagined being this relaxed with someone, even when he was inviting for rumors to be created by holding her hand. However, this time was different. She realized that having people think her and Will were in a relationship wasn’t such a bad thing.

#will poulter #will poulter imagine #will poulter imagines #tmr gally #tmr gally imagine #tmr gally imagines

[putschki1969]

Art/edit request (♥ω♥ ) ~♪

Hello my lovelies, I have a favour to ask of all my talented, creative and Photoshop-savvy followers/fellow Kala-fans o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

I am thinking about changing my blog theme a little. I have been using the same header/avatar/background for a VERY long time and I feel like an update is in order. Plus, my 30th birthday is right around the corner so I think it’s the best time for some major changes. I want to add a personal/unique touch to my blog. On the one hand I would like to personalise my blog header (and possibly my main avatar) and on the other hand I thought it would be nice to include some cute kala-chibi art here and there (maybe even one or two Sarah-chibis but I am not sure about that XD). I am just a huge fan of Kala-chibis (for many years I have admired the works of talented artists such as @imo on twitter,  @comuzca, @sakurahibiya or @kalaboh)

Here are some general points I have in mind:

I would like to use a cute Kala-chibi blog background and I would love to incorporate Kala-chibis in my description side bar and in various other places (like my Navigation/About Me box or my Lyrics Page)

On a side note, I am considering using avatars of chibi-Sarah for my Putschki Holmes and translation posts (and maybe for my About Me box)

Speaking of avatars, I am still undecided when it comes to my main-avatar, my current pic is ancient and Hikaru is super tiny in the back so something new and more unique would be nice. But I have no idea what it should be. Should it be a picture with a special design? If so, which one? Should it be a cute piece of art (with chibi-Kalafina/chibi-Sarah/chbi-everyone)?

I’d love to see Kala-chibis in trademark outfits (you know I am a sucker for that!) , doing typical Kala-activities, using typical Kala-items (cake/candy/sharks/books/etc)

Group Kala-chibis, pair Kala-chibis, solo Kala-chibis, Sarah-chibis randomly thrown in somewhere, they are all welcome

As for the background: It should be a single transparent and colourless piece of art (with various chibis) that can be put next to each other to create a seamless and natural-looking background (I hope that makes sense?). I don’t want the background to be too overwhelming so I guess it’s best to keep it as simple as pssible

All other chibis can be standalone and coloured (although I guess the colour palette shouldn’t clash too much with the pinkish look of my theme and they should have transparent backgrounds too)

As for the header: This is where Photoshop skills come in I guess. I would like to use the final image of their 10th Anniversary Pamphlet for my new header (because it’s just too freaking cute). Unfortunately I can’t tell you exactly what I want the end result to look like. It’s difficult to explain but I would like the final graphic to look pretty, classy, fancy and I guess, Sarah-like? Also, I want it to be borderless/frameless (??).... how do I put it? It should kinda look like my current header which is blending in seamlessly with the background (if you know what I mean). The ratio should be somewhere around 430 x1060. I also want to include some text. First of all my nickname and the name of this blog =>「Everything Kalafina © Putschki1969」And if possible I would love to have this quote by Wakana somewhere => "It was destiny that the three of us met" - Wakana

Would anyone be interested to help me out with this? I know, it sounds like a LOT and my requests are all over the place and super vague but you would do me a HUGE favour! Obviously I would credit your art/creation as part of my theme. I’d also be willing to pay you for your efforts (sort of like a commission).

Did I make any sense at all? I hope so! Everyone, feel free to comment on this post! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o Or just message me or send an ask.

#kalafina #personal #theme #art #kala-chibis #header

[lunarhayn]

Edit Requests, Anyone?

So, for those who don't know, I'm pretty decent at picture/video edits. Or, at least I like to think so.

Anyway, I currently just went onto Christmas break and was wondering if anyone had any edit requests they would like?

Here's what I can do (obviously my talents lay beyond Lilly, but she is really the only one I'll typically edit as I run a fan account on Instagram):

Photoshop

Lockscreens/backgrounds

Random crap

Videos (may take longer - some limits apply)

And some close ups:

So, would anyone be interested in some edit requests???

#sfw #edits #picture edits #video edits #requests #edit requests