#ilu jj thank you

[crimeronan]

today's itinerary is like. i have to do PT. i have to walk two miles. i have to shower. i have to take rafi to work. i have to do paperwork. i have to print paperwork. i have to find other paperwork that i for sure misplaced. i have to run errands. i have to fix our air conditioner. i have to throw myself on the mercy of the DMV. somewhere in all of this i have to figure out something to eat. i can't get fast food because i have $12 in my bank account. if i don't get all of this done today we will be sweltering in a hell apartment while bureaucracy nips at our heels all weekend.

please god be nice to me.

[scooplery]

i'm sorry you're feeling shitty :( i love love your artwork! i know you've been struggling with it lately but it's so vibrant and full of play. how much joy and comfort you feel in the act of creating is almost always present in the work you share with us! i listened to the audiobook for The Feather Thief recently and going to look up fancy endangered birds and fishing lures was. high octane art inspo. THE COLORS... the shape! textures....

jj this made me cry a little. thank u.

[nocturne-pisces]

*holds out hand* gimme virgin!Jake Jensen content please

For Science

A/N: we're going to ignore that this took me like... way too long. ilu kink twin.

Pairing: Innocent!Jake Jensen x Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: This is porn with plot. Don't come for me.

Pooch’s son’s first birthday was a pool party in the middle of the summer, the sun beating down on everyone’s back as they tried their best to keep from getting burnt. Well, everyone except Jake, who insisted that he didn’t burn. You’d managed to talk him into a 20 spf, knowing that he only did it to keep you from hovering, but he still ended up red as a lobster come sundown. He hadn’t even felt it yet but the bright red that painted across the hard muscle of his shoulders called like a neon sign.

“Jesus fuck, JJ, can you not feel that?” Sitting around the fire pit you reached a hand out and poked him in the shoulder, the skin where you touched turned white before flooding back with deep red.

“Not really, just feels a little tight. Why, is it bad?” He tries his best to get his head to turn on his neck so he can see over his shoulder, but it doesn’t afford him much of an angle and he just ends up looking ridiculous.

“Yeah, real bad. C’mon, let me put some aloe on it.”

“Listen, I-“ Jake started to refuse, be it pride or guilt that kept him from wanting to be taken care of, you didn’t really care.

“You can either come in the house and let me put aloe on the sunburn or I can go find your laptop and send your google search history to your sister, Captain.” Jake hated when you used his rank against him. You’d been the last to join the team but you outranked him only because you’d been in a different specialized branch before the Losers.

“Yes, Major.” He threw back, shaking his head as he took another sip from the beer he held. You stood, ruffling the spiked hair on his head before turning towards the back door.

“Good boy.”

You missed how he nearly choked, the praise catching him off guard and sending a burning through his limbs and his cheeks. Pooch didn’t miss it though, a knowing smile spreading across his face as he watched the two of you retreat, calling after you, “There’s some aloe in the guest bathroom!”

You didn’t look back, waving your thanks before you heard Jake slide the glass door shut behind you. He followed you all the way up the stairs and down the hall to the guest bedroom, the attached bathroom dark before you flipped the light on. He leaned against the door frame, or he tried to, as soon as the temperature contrast hit him, he jumped back to attention and sucked a breath in through his teeth.

“Dumbass,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as you searched through the cabinet under the sink to find the bottle of aloe that Pooch had mentioned. You located it in the back of the cabinet, pulling it out and ushering Jake back into the guest room before pushing down on his shoulder so he’d sit down on the trunk at the end of the bed.

“Be nice, I’m injured. The sun beat me up.” You cocked your head at him, giving him a stern look where his bottom lip was hutted out melodramatically.

“The sun didn’t beat you up, you just didn’t put on sunscreen like I told you to.” You don’t see the smile that pulls at Jake’s lips, he loves being care for by you, no matter how much disdain you show for it. There’s something in the neighborhood of maternal that takes you over every time he gets hurt or shows discomfort, something in you that wants to wrap him up close to your chest and keep him safe. He’s large and goofy and awkward and so smart, too smart for his own good and you can’t help but want to protect all of his optimism from all the monsters you knew existed in this world. But he signed up for this just like you did and you had no idea how someone as golden as him ended up in some of the dark places the team ended up in.

You squirted the aloe into your palm, rubbing your hands together to warm it up so you didn’t shock his skin with the cool gel.

“Shirt off, nerd,” you said, nudging him with your elbow. He reached behind his head and grabbed the back of his collar, pulling his tank top up and over his head, leaving the rippling muscles in his back in plain view. Your mouth watered, just like it did earlier when he pulled himself out of Pooches pool and his trunks clung to his thick thighs. Even that wasn’t the first time you’d been confronted with this urge to sink your teeth into him.

The initial sting of your hands on his skin is uncomfortable as he tries to squirm away from you.

“I know, I know I’m sorry, give it just a second it’ll stop,” you soothe, gently spreading aloe over his shoulder. You could feel the muscle rolling under your hands, his body reacting to your touch like your fingers were electric and his skin is conductive.

His head drops between his shoulders as the current takes over, static fuzzing at the edges of his brain and all he can focus on is your hands, the sun warmed body so close to his that if he leans back just a little bit, he might explode from the feeling of your exposed skin on his.

It takes you a few moments to work the aloe across his shoulders and back, tracing back up to make sure you ventured over the red on his neck. When the pads of your fingers slide over the soft spot under his ear you hear the low groan that rips its way through Jake’s chest, followed by a choked cough; like he was trying to cover it up, but the resounding silence lent you the acoustics to hear how hard he swallowed.

“Are you okay?” You took your hands back and Jake wanted to whine from the loss.

“I uh- yeah, I’m fine.” His tone was heavy as you watched a new flush creep over the tips of his ears and into his cheeks. You climbed off the bed and out from behind him before you stepped into his line of sight, wiping the remainder of the aloe on your old t-shirt. When he opened his eyes to look up at you, you took in the deep red in his cheeks.

“Is your face burnt too? I can put some aloe on it—”

He cut you off with a shake of his head.

“No, I just- uh,” he anchors his jaw shut and swallows again, like he either can’t or doesn’t want to say what he needs to say.

“What is it?” You kneeled in front of him, concern painting your features again as you looked up into his face. He turned his head, avoiding eye contact so that he didn’t have to see your amusement when he admitted it.

“You just uhm- I don’t get a whole lot of uh- affection, and it’s affected me.” Your eyebrows knit together when he finally spits it all out, not understanding at first, but then he squirms in his seat and it clicks into place.

“Oh. No worries, Jake, it happens.”

You didn’t laugh, you didn’t judge him, you weren’t mean. You treated it like a bodily function that everyone was prone to. Your hand rose to cup his cheek, turning his gaze back to yours so you could give him a soft smile. The dopey, love sick smile that he returns sets your heart thrumming a violent beat against your ribs.

He catches your wrist and holds your hand against his face, the stubble on his cheeks prickling into your palm. “I’m not- I’ve never,” you watch him struggle to tell you what you already know, his smile fading, and you can’t do it anymore.

“I know.”

His electric blue eyes snap up to yours, the question dancing in his pupils as he lets go of your wrist.

“You know?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. Everyone has their own timeline.”

“What if I want to change that?” He asks, anxiety laced and unsure.

“Then change it, but don’t rush it because you feel like you have to fulfill some kind of quota, or because you feel like you’re on a time limit. My best advice is to just make sure it’s something you want and that it’s something you’re ready for, usually it feels better if it means something.”

You give him another soft smile that tears open the floodgates behind his ribcage. As you stand and try to retreat from the room your pulled back when his large hand circles your wrist again and he stands himself, preparing to chase after you if he needed to.

“What if I want you to change that?”

You turn, eyes wide as you gaze up at him, appraising his words and reassuring yourself that they were rooted in truth, rooted in something deeper than physical.

When you spoke, your tone was gentle, but it was still a warning. “I would tell you to make sure it means something before you cross that line.” You could see the gears turn in his head, the careful calculations that he was making as he added up everything and then subtracted his inhibitions.

For an all-consuming moment you don’t think he’ll do it, you think you’ve scared him into inaction, but then he closes the gap between you and places your hand back on his face; right where he feels like it belongs. You’re pressed up against his still-shirtless torso when he lets go of the breath he feels like he was holding for far too long.

“It would mean the world.”

“Then get to it, Captain.”

His hands are at your waist viper-strike fast, heaving you up and against his chest while your arms wrap around his neck.

“You’re gonna have to show me what you like,” he says, panting, millimeters from your mouth.

“You’ve always been good at taking orders,” you respond, your fingers threading into the hair at the base of his skull before you kiss him.

You capture his bottom lip with yours, tongue laving over it and dipping inside to dance with his when his jaw drops open with a groan. He takes a couple haphazard steps towards the side of the bed, one hand catching the back of your head so he can lay you down gently underneath him. You pull back for a moment, gently removing his glasses from his face and setting them on the mattress next to you before you hook your foot over his hip and flip the two of you over.

There’s a moment when you lean down to kiss him again where he felt like he was being descended upon by an angel, your face the only thing in focus against the blur of everything behind you. He’d seen your face so many times in so many different contexts before this moment that he believed he could write a novel, but the portrait that hovered above him was worth more words than he thought existed in the English lexicon.

He was solid under you as you steadied yourself against his chest, the rapid thump thump of his heart under your right hand. You connect your lips to his again, languid strokes of tongue on tongue, slowly memorizing the taste of the other. Big, warm hands glide up your thighs, squeezing the flesh of your ass under the fabric of your shorts. They ghost up to your hips and roll down against his jeans, delicious friction against your clit behind bathing suit bottoms that leaves you gasping.

Jake feels the intense heat creep up his neck, a carnal need to hear that hitch in breath again. Another roll leaves you under him, the assault of his lips moving over your jaw and down your neck. He wedges his fingers under the hem of your shorts and bathing suit bottoms, pulling gently as you angle your hips up to give him leverage. They fall to the floor in a pile, your shirt and bikini following.

The vast expanse of skin under him sends a jolt up his spine, a soft fuck falling out of his mouth when he leans back to take it all in. A giggle trills through the room, your soft laughter bringing his attention back to your face. You anchor a foot on his chest, a gentle shove has him catching your ankle.

“You know you can touch, right?”

“Oh, I’m gonna…”

He leaves a soft kiss on your ankle, trailing them up your calf, lowering himself down on the bed so he could leave open mouthed kisses between your thighs. His gaze trained on your face the whole time, determined to decipher the meaning behind every little sound you made. The sweet musk of your wet washed over him when he left one final hot kiss on your mound.

He wasn’t completely inept, he understood anatomy. There was just a lot of information rolling around in his brain that he had never had the chance to put into practice. So, when he spread you open with his thumbs, flattened his tongue, and licked a hot stripe up your cunt, you keened for him.

Jake loved how you tasted, sweet and heady on his lips as he sucked your sensitive bud into his mouth. He pulls another gasp from your chest, curling up to wrap your fingers in his hair and keep him in place. The tip of his tongue circled it inside his mouth, your whole body beginning to tremble.

“Fuck, Jake, waitwaitwai…”

You felt him grin against your skin, pressing your thighs into either side of his head when they locked him in place. His blatant insubordination resulted in the snap explosion of heat in your belly, your spine bowing off the bed as he swallowed down every drop you gave him. It didn’t really matter to him that he couldn’t breathe, he’d gladly go out like this.

Ecstasy verges on overstimulation and you reach between your legs and push at his head, a wet pop sounding when he released you. You stared at him wide eyed, like a new threat had presented itself.

Jake climbed back up your body, gazing up at you through his lashes as he gave attention to each of your nipples in turn, large hand cupping and kneading the one his mouth wasn’t on. Your skin goosebumped under the rough pads of his fingers.

“Are you sure you’ve never don’t this before?” You were breathless, the spark he was setting alight across your skin blazing into a rolling fire.

“I’ve done some stuff,” he replies.

“Well, then allow me to bridge the gap.” You reached between your legs and tugged on the belt to his shorts, freeing him from the confines of his clothing quickly and with precision. He stepped off the bed long enough to drop his shorts in the floor, the swollen red tip of his dick bouncing off of the cut of his adonis belt. You to let another gasp fall from you when you took in the size of him.

His eyes moved to the sound, alarm spreading across his features. “Is everything- I mean we don’t have to- I know it’s not—”

“I swear to God if you’re about to say I know it’s not much I will actually have to swing, Jensen.”

“Hey, be nice. He’s shy.” Jake took himself in hand, pumping lazily, a cocky grin replacing the insecurity.

“Jake…”

It was his last warning and he apparently knew it, too. The bed dipped when he climbed back between your legs, holding himself up on one arm.

“Last chance to back out,” he says, the pleading look in his eyes telling you he didn’t want that in the slightest.

“Stop talking.”

You hooked a leg around his hips, bringing him forward enough so you could grip his leaking cock. He let out a hiss, the muscles in his stomach going taut when you guided the head through your soaked folds before it caught at your entrance. Jake held himself above you on shaky arms, mentally fighting back the urge to bury himself to the hilt in one swift movement.

“C’mon, slowly,” you encouraged. He started forward, the slow sear stretch of him filling you bowing your back off the mattress, mewling when he bottomed out.

“Oh, fuck,” he panted, taking breaths to keep himself from making this an incredibly short experience.

“Yeah? You like that?”

He answered with a frantic nod, line of vision trained on where your bodies were joined. He pulled out just as slow, opening groaning when you spread yourself open for him.

“Fuck, look at how you stretch this tight little pussy open, Jake.”

“You really gotta stop talking,” he pants, seating himself balls deep, your mouth falling open and eyebrows knitting together, “yeah, there it is. Read enough on reddit to know that look.”

Jake reaches up and yanks the pillow out from under your head, folding it in half and lifting your hips enough to shove it under your ass, a large warm hand gliding up to the apex of your thighs. He applies pressure with his fingers against your mound, finding the bone of your pelvis and then the soft spot right above it. His hips venture back again, angling his cock for an upward thrust.

“Shit!” Your eyes screw shut, the head of him punching right into your g-spot. Jake gives you a triumphant smile, hooking his hands under your knees and folding them up into your chest. Next time he would take his time, take you apart and find every little spot that pulled sound from you. Right this second he wanted to split you open and mark you as his, make you crave him late nights on missions and early mornings when you were home; wanted your thoughts consumed with him and what he does to you. Even if he’d never had much practice, he wanted to perfect the art with you.

Jake kept a constant pressure on your soft mound, pushing your spongey spot down into him while he thrust in and out of you, his own face screwing up as his spine threatened to turn to concrete. “C’mon beautiful, I gotta have one more before I let go.” Your legs shook violently around him, his thumb tracing down your slit to find that pulsing bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, Jake faster, fuckfuckfuck,” your nails bit into his forearm where it held him up next to your head, each skin slap meeting of hips punctuated with a soft grunt and sharp ah!. The strumming at your clit picked up, stealing all the air from your lungs as Jake put you right on the edge and then pushed you over. Your legs locked around his waist, keeping him seated as deep as he could go, the pulsing of your cunt milking everything from him as his own strangled moan fell from his lips.

He collapsed on top of you, the warm weight of him welcome against your rapidly cooling skin.

“Not so bad for a first timer,” you pant, hot breaths against his neck that make him shiver.

“Stop breathin’ on me or I’ll have to do it again.” He bit down on your shoulder playfully, a pained groan coming from his chest when he slid himself out of you.

The two of you laid like that for a moment, catching your breath, reveling in the contact of bare skin.

“I’d do this again. Y’know, let you practice, for science or whatever.”

Jake pulls his head out of the crook of your neck, soft smile spreading across his face as he processes what you’re saying to him.

“Yeah, for science,” he agrees, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

[clonesandmoans]

o i got it to work jus had to go on desktop lmao buTTTT jj, sweet bluejay, any vanilla hardcase headcanons bc the man's got a soft side??! ilu

you know me so well dove, hehehehehe i love him so much. my first clone love, my precious pyromaniac, he’s just so wonderful & deserves far better than he got and i will proudly die on that hill (also thanks for saving my ass by sending this in after i misunderstood an ask, ilysm rini) -jj

vanilla hardcase doesn’t happen often bc imo this man is W I L D in the bedroom on a normal day

but after saleucami where he watched rex, his ori’vod, get shot? he didn’t have the same happy-go-lucky energy to do the kinky stuff he normally enjoys when he comes home after a campaign

normally he’s boiling over with energy and enthusiasm, eager to have you again after spending so long gone

but tonight? he’s melancholic

you notice this as soon as he’s shut your front door. there’s a weight on his shoulders and it hurts to see it there, and you take it upon yourself to help bear some of its weight

gentle kisses to his lips, jaw, neck help center him in your living room, on your couch, in your arms

you ask him what he wants you to do, how he needs you to help him

his response is to bring your lips to his gently but with passion, a sincerity present in that kiss that he usually kept disguised with witty remarks

he needs you to bring him back to reality, to remind him that rex is okay and that he’s okay and he has the love of his life right here and nothing can hurt him when in the safety of your apartment

once the kiss breaks, he stands and helps you off the couch, guiding you to the bedroom. you let him move your body how he wants, this is about helping him heal from the horrors of the last mission. you’re surprised when he softly lays you on your back, callused hands so damn gentle as they remove your clothes so you’re bare to him

he lets you slide his blacks off with ease, him relishing in the way your touch is already centering him

the surprises don’t stop there; instead of getting to work on spreading you open as soon as you’re both naked, he just holds you, skin to skin. he buries his face into your neck as he breathes in your scent, it’s home to him and he needs that sense of home more than anything right then

you softly stroke the back of his head as you give him time to process everything. his adhd has him going a mile a minute 97% of the time and so when he needs moments of silence and still, by god he’s gonna get it if you’ve got any say in the matter

after a few minutes of holding you and reminding himself of where he is, the sparkle in his eyes come back and your hardcase is slowly starting to come back from the warzone

another deep, loving kiss has him kicking off more of that glumness, his tongue reacquainting itself with the shape and taste of your mouth

soon he’s sliding a hand between your hands, alternating between rubbing your clit and stretching you out for him

it’s tantalizingly slow and methodical, his long digits working you over

he’s taking his time to read your body and let it be the center of his focus, and when he’s satisfied with his work then he’ll lean over you, pressing his forehead to yours gently as he slowly pushes into you, eyes screwing shut once he’s seated all the way inside you

you lean up to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips as he groans at the sensation, doing what you can to bring him back to you as soon as possible

he gives you a gentle smile as he slowly starts to rock his hips, one hand resting on your hip gently while the opposite forearm is holding most of his weight off you

his thrusts are slow and purposeful, almost every single one hitting that spot that has you seeing stars

you whisper words of love & devotion to him as you run your hands along his chest and back, feeling the way his muscles tense and relax as he fucks makes love to you

when his pace picks up it’s only marginally but it still has you whimpering his name. it spurs him on and has you both climaxing, him buried as deep inside you as he can be

“thank you for bringin’ me back, sweetheart”

“i’ll always bring you back, my love”

goddang it’s simping hours

[cockslutpadalecki]

💜✨ beautiful person award ! when you get this, paste it in the asks of eight people who deserve it. if you break the chain nothing happens, but its sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out ! ✨💜

thank you jj, ilu! x

[weiwuxiian]

Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people you want to get to know better.

tagged by: @lachalaine​ ( ty J !!!! Ilu sm!!!! )

I tag: FEEL FREE TO STEAL AND TAG ME  ^o^/

1- Nickname(s): Light / closer friends calls me Joy

2- Zodiac: Pices

3- Height: 4′11“ / 150cm

4- Last movie I saw: Avengers Endgame. Love u 3000

5- Last thing I googled: Barium hackers on a hijacking spree ( at work lolol )

6- Favorite musician: N/A

7- Song stuck in my head: A Thousand Letters by Xandria thanks to that anon-- it also has this really medieval tone that I really liked.

8- Other blogs (not that any of them are active---but i still love these muses): 

@clericallis​ (Libra // FE)

@tacticallis​ (Narsus // Arslan Senki)

@astalis (Sion // Denyuuden)

@jinguanngyao (JGY // MDZS)

@brattywenchao (WC // MDZS)

@mrlanqiren (LQR // MDZS)

@telperinquare (Celebrimbor // Tolkien)

9- Do I get asks: I get them frequently on this blog which is so nice ;;; I love reading people’s opinion on my blog whether its’rp related or writing related or not. I tend to get at least 1 ask for most memes I reblog too and frankly I that I’m super lucky ;;; 

10- Following: 199

11- Amount of sleep: 5-6 Hours

12- Lucky number: 3 ✨

13- What I’m wearing: an oversized shirt and shorts

14- Dream job: My interest spans so vastly--let’s see. Reporter, Travel blogger, Web Designer, Editor, Writer, Web/Language developer, professional AI developer and a serial sleeper.

15- Dream Trip: My short-term dream atm is probably to travel to Europe and meet the love of my life @tenkasketches <3 <3 <3 

16- Favourite food: Anything spicy  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) You think I kid but I’m not, just ask the squad--- I literally eat spice every day. It’s for that reason I love Korean food so much.

17- Play any instruments: The piano.

18- Languages: English, Chinese, Cantonese, Malay/Indo.

19- Favourite songs: I don’t have ONE favourite song but I like 西瓜JUN，Mayday, JJ Lin, Akki, Nightwish, Linkin Park, Greenday, Xandria, and Ellie Goulding.

20- Random fact: Once, I wanted to take the bus to an interview in another town. I’ve always driven so I literally don’t know how to take a bus at all. But that day my dad was using my car so I have no car to drive to the interview and was forced to take the bus. In the end, I almost went to another state on that hellish bus and thankfully I got off somewhere with a commute station, took the train back to the nearest stop at the interview destination and take a cab there.

21- Describe yourself as aesthetic things: old books / feathered pen / bunny plushies / cute things / pink flower / literature books / medieval scrolls / headphones / black jacket / jeans shorts and skirts / pendant / silver necklace and earrings / tattoos / a huge back pack / round animals / furry animals / play station / laptop and coffee / a lonely corner in a quiet cafe / smiling to myself.

[millennium-elephant-foundation]

Happy Birthday Shuhail! ❤🐘🎉 • Happy birthday to our star guide Shuhail! Thank you for your dedication and caring so much about the elephants! • We hope you have a wonderfull day ❤ • #srilankanature #visitsrilanka #exploresrilanka #sosrilanka #wonderofasia #elephanta #elephantorphanage #elephantjournal #elephantvoices #loveelephants #walkwithelephants #elephantwalkexperience #wildlife #wildlifetour #wildlifesrilanka #wildlifeaddict #volunteerabroad #globalvolunteer #elephanttrunk  #happy #amazing #repost #smile #igdaily #jj #ilu #likeme #animalsofinstagram #animallovers #petsagram (at Sri Lanka) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNovnL4h9I0/?igshid=1kij9c4xpd8r6

[freersounds]

Freer Sounds July 2020

30 tracks in 75 minutes. Glorious Ambient, Luscious Soul, Dank DIY, Comforting Indie, House of the Deep and Euphoric kind, Bug Eyed Techno, A D&B Banger, Psyche fun and a classic of classics to finish thing off.

Diane Barbe - Enclosed Garden Rehearsing Pedro Vian - Medusa Fred und Luna - Zyklopadie Nummer 28 Dean Blunt - Rejected Kelela Remix Teasury of Puppies - Ljug Mig Ut Blundetto - Feel The Cold Bryony Jarman Pinto - Day Dream Genevieve Artadi - Hot Mess Rotary Connection - Black Gold Of The Sun Blundetto - Pais Azucar Angvista Pop - Estoy seguro hay un Monstruo Freelove Fenner - Pineapple Hair JJ Ulius - Era Javla Maner Starry Eyed Cadet - Slow The Reds, Pinks & Purples - Half-A-Shadow The Stance Brothers - Resolution Blue (Teddy Rok Mass Appeal Edit) Lightning Head - Ilu Baje (Sick State) Soho - Hot Music (Jazz Mix) I:Cube - Ding Ding Ding Adam Goldstone - Alternations The Beloved - The Sun Rising Oscar G - OG Groove Foals - Late Night (Solomun Remix) Jessie Ware - Save A Kiss (PS1 Extended Mix) Two Lone Swordsmen - Rico's Helly (Muzique Tropique Remix) Detroit Grand Pubahs - Thanks For Coming (Steve Bug Remix) Vladimir Dubyshkin - MILF Stalker Roni Size - It's Jazzy Kawaguchi Masami's New Rock Syndicate & Kryssi Battalene - Two Hearts Mr. Fingers - Can You Feel It

LISTEN HERE

[99centthoughts]

wait is that last JJ art u posted is for the yoi zine??? or did u make another piece for the book? *^* lof u

OH NO It isn’t, it was just a print I did for cons last year!! I’M DOING A DIFFERENT PIECE FOR THE BOOK (though it also is JJ HAHA)

more ASKS

1) LOL ANON IS THAT HIS TITLE NOW THATS SO CUTE HAHAHAH he needs to be put in time out

2) I DO I love shinee most!! omg I don’t think Fay would listen to Kpop but I think Tyler and Emmett would LOVE IT THEY’D LEARN THE DANCES AND EVERYTHING 

1) DONT CRY ANON YOU ARE TOO SWEET !!!! IM GLAD I CAN MAKE U HAPPY THROWS MORE ART AT U

2) PRINCE ANON ILU I always smile at your messages u will always have a special place in my heart omg 

AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY YOUR KIND WORDS THANK YOU ANON I HOPE U HAVE LOVELY DAYS AHEAD FOR MAKING MINE

[hope-mikaelson]

@ anon: fuck off?? just because you don't like the color doesn't mean other people don't?? bye now. keep making beautiful gifs jj

bold of this anon to assume i give a fuck ?? anyway ilu thank you