#sorry for the Absense i tried to draw something i really wanted to draw but it didnt come out right and now im thinking on how to re make it

[pikasetism]

I FINISHED THAT OTHER DRAWING HI CHAT

[azaraspirit]

Concept: making out with pop punk/emo!Tom to *insert pop punk band here* and it leads to something more 😏 because isn’t that the dream? Or at least my dream

ok nonnie you’re making me really like punk tom and im here for it and i would like more punk tom concepts in my life and im probably gonna get a bit carried away with this haha

“Okay if you’re gonna be with Tom, then I want Harrison.” Hannah said as you two drove home. 

You rolled your eyes. “Really, Haz? He seems kind of a dick...” From what you saw, Haz didn’t seem like the bf type and you weren’t sure if you wanted your friend with a guy like that.

“You can’t say shit. You don’t even like metal, remember?”

“Okay you got me there. I just don’t want you to get hurt. But maybe he won’t be so bad when we hang out later tonight.”

Hannah almost slammed the brakes. “Wait so you’re actually going with this?!”

You shrugged, grinning. “Why not? Besides Tom is pretty cute and was really concerned about my health. That shows character.”

“You just wanna bone him.” she spoke.

You dropped your lower draw and shoved her arm. “Do no!”

“Oh, so if the chance comes up you wouldn’t kiss him?” she sneered.

“I barely know him!”

“I noticed you didn’t answer the question.”

You opened your mouth but no words came out and heat rushed to your cheeks. “Yeah well...”

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Okay maybe...so let’s get something nice to wear for tonight?”

“Already on it.”

Tom texted you the info for tonight. You smiled as you texted back, Hannah watching from the side as she pulled in the parking lot of the mall. “Where’s it at?”

“Some club downtown. So nothing to fancy? Maybe wear black? He seems to like that color.” Yeah maybe you wanna impress him, just enough to show that you like him. 

I’ll wear something black you texted him.

Don’t be stealing my look now, y/n he replied.

Psh maybe I’m starting a goth phase too

We could always have another band mate ;)

funny i cant sing worth shit 

Maybe just be on the stage and look pretty

You laughed as you replied, Hannah perking her brow in interest. “What is he saying?” 

“Nothing.” You stuck a tongue at her. Pretty? He thinks I’m pretty?

“Rude.” she replied.

My friend likes Harrison btw you texted when Hannah wasn’t looking. She’ll thank me later, you thought, grinning.

Your phone buzzed, Tom already replying. Funny he likes her too. We gotta set them up tonight. 

For sure.

You and Hannah focused on your outfits, you putting your phone in your pocket. 

“I’d like something fun,” you said, checking out the racks. “Maybe like a black party dress or something.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. Maybe this?” She pulled out a gown, a bit short for your liking and had a v neck that would show too much boob.

“God, Hannah! I’m not a hooker! That’s way too low cut!”

“Jeesh, sorry Grandma.” Hannah rolled her eyes but instead of putting it back, she kept it.

“Oh my god,” you groaned.

“What? I’m not afraid to show some skin.”

“How are we even friends?” you laughed.

“Don’t question our friendship, just enjoy it.” Hannah remarked.

You laughed again, still looking through the clearance section. “Not much black here.” you murmured.

Something caut your eye from the back wall. You moved towards it to get a better look and you eyes widened. A black dress hung from the wall. It was simple yet elegant. It was sleeveless with a curved neck line designed with ruffles. You rushed over to it and grabbed your size, immediately going to the dressing room.

You came back out and your friend whistled. “Damn girl!”

“Not too fancy is it?”

She shook her head. “You look hot!”

You waved her off, scoffing. “Please.”

“You’re definitely getting it.”

“What about yours?” You both went back into the dressing room. You switched to your normal clothes and Hannah tried her dress on. 

“I look perfectly slutty,” Hannah smiled.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall. “I feel sorry for Haz.”

“Shut up.” Hannah scolded.

You both made your purches and went to a couple more shops and grabbed lunch. With a new dress, comes new shoes and accessories too. 

*

Find anything black? Tom texted.

You blushed, smiling as you replied. Yeah. We both did. 

Mind if I get a look see?

Not till tonight.

Aw man thought I could get a preview

nope

damn ok well see you soon

see ya

You drove this time, pulling up to the club. The guard blocked the entrance but Tom stepped outside to speak to him but he was too busy staring at you before doing so. 

You both giggled. “I think he likes the dress.”

“You look amazing.” he breathed.

“Thanks. You do too.” He was dressed in black also but a little nicer than when he was on stage when you first saw him, wearing a button down shirt and matching jeans. He still had on eyeliner which was really turning you on. 

“They’re with me.” he told the guard and he let you guys pass. 

“Glad you guys came. Haz wouldn’t shut up about it.”

You laughed. “Yeah well neither did Hannah.”

Tom led you to a more private area of the club on the second floor. “How famous are you guys?”

He shrugged. “Enough to have our own club.”

“I told you about this before. But you weren’t listening.” Hannah informed.

You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, they made it!” Haz said, a little too excitingly, as you guys approached them.

“You okay?” he asked you.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine now.”

Haz looked over at Hannah, and smiled. “Wow you look gorgeous.”

“Thank you, you too.”

“Wanna dance?”

Hannah nodded and Haz took her hand, leading her off somewhere. “Well that went well.” you told Tom.

“Haz is a ladies man, what can I say?”

“What about you?”

“Not as easily impressed.”

“Darn. Cause I kind of like you.” you blurted out, before you could stop yourself.

Tom stepped closer to you, resting his hand on your back. He nipped at your ear lobe. “I like you, too.”

Your entire frame shuddered, goosebumps flooding your skin. You had no self control as you kissed him, pulling him close to you. His hands found your waist and kissed back, heat building between you. You didn’t care that everyone could see. You didn’t care that you barely knew him. You just didn’t. Care. All you wanted his lips against yours and his hands all over you. 

You pulled back, blinking out of surprise.

“What?” he grinned.

“You have a tongue piercing?” 

“Oh yeah.” He stuck his tongue our, revealing the silver stud. You nearly cummed on the spot.

“Damn, that’s hot.”

“Wanna know how it feels?” he asked.

You nodded, gawking at him.

Tom kissed you again and after a few seconds, you let him slip his tongue in your mouth and good god! It was such a turn on feeling the little round stub against your tongue.

You moaned as you kissed, sucking on his tongue. Tom held you even tighter. You pressed him against a black column and gripped his hair.

After that, it was all a blur. You forgot about anyone else and you wanted your clothes to be anywhere but on your body. Tom managed to tear away from you and led you to some dark room where things continued to heat up.You weren’t sure what happened. But it was damn hot and you were still coming down from your high as you slipped your dress back on, Tom zipping you up.

“You think they noticed our absense?” he asked.

“Please I bet they did the same thing we did.”

Tom laughed. “Maybe we can stay for a while then.”

“Hm, I think that’s a good idea.” You pulled him into another heated kiss, Tom moaning. You could not get enough of that tongue piercing. 

“You’re so hot.” you moaned. 

Tom smirked, licking his lips as he gazed at you with darkened eyes. “Funny. Was gonna say the same about you.”

[peachesnnndreams]

What do you do when you feel like your whole world is crashing down upon your shoulders? When you've tried to get someone toxic, but you love anyways, out of your life, but they keep pulling you back in? How do you get the fuck over it?

hey anon im sorry things are going badly for you rn and if you ever need someone to talk to you can always hmu either here or on pm. 

that being said the world is probably falling apart, maybe you lost a support system or maybe this was a long time coming, either way just bc the world is crumbling doesnt mean that its ending. talk to some friends see if you can shift some weight around and make it so that the world isnt on you all the time (which is p exhausting if you dont want it). take some time solely for yourself, and who knows, maybe the world will right itself in your absense. as for the toxic person part, i cant give you any solid advice on that. a lot of times when theres toxic people in our lives it’s so hard to lose them, not for any other ulterior reason than you love them, and that love doesnt vanish even tho you realized how bad of a person they are. you have to kinda stick w your guns and leave them, if they arent something you want in your life you need to stay strong and keep away from it. again, hit your friends up, talk to them about what troubles you, see if theyre willing to help you through this. if not you can always hmu. as for getting over it, honestly getting over people it takes time. feel hurt, cry, mourn, grieve, but at some point you will move on. 

things to do by yourself or when you need a breather

- voltron season 2 just came out on netflix

- so did a series of unfortunate events (watch these two under a really warm blanket and cry it’s great) 

- do something creative, sing, write, draw, paint, anything it really helps 

- if it’s raining where you live try singing in the rain (as cliche as it sounds) a really good friend of mine once told me that singing leads to screaming and screaming leads to crying or sometimes it goes in that complete opposite order, either way it makes you feel better

- theres quite a few playlists floating around for when the world gets you down 

- youtube.com is never at a loss for cute animal videos or your fave youtuber or something to make you smile

sorry if this didnt help much and i hope things get better for you 

[fallenfiction]

Hello! Sorry for the long absence. I’m not sure if I actually posted an entry here or if I just did on my FB/Twitter pages, but I was gone last week on vacation. While I had my computer with me, I found that writing was exponentially more difficult away from home, and I didn’t have the focus (or the time for a lot of the vacation) to actually get any solid writing done. I did a few paragraphs on two of my WIPs, and I did some internal plotting for my NaNo (8 days? When did that happen?), and I think I came to a realization over the week.

It is much much harder to write effectively if you don’t have your own space to do so.

Now, of course we all venture out and write somewhere new every now and again (most likely – I’m sort of making a broad statement here and obviously there are exceptions). Maybe you like to head to Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts or your more local quaint little coffee shop and sit at a table with your notebook and pen or your laptop, or sit in a park or a playground, or whatever you may do that starts your inspiration or rejuvinates you. I thought I was going to have one of those instances while I was at my best friend’s house over this past week. What I found instead, while I sat on her couch with my computer in my lap, was nothing. Being surrounded by unfamiliar things that while it made me totally comfortable and welcome, did nothing to help my thought process.

It was the same when we went to my boyfriend’s dad’s for a couple of days later in the week. I sat on the couch with a blanket and my laptop and all but forced myself to write. It wasn’t as though I didn’t know what I was writing about, or that I didn’t want to, but the absense of my comfort zone was one that I wasn’t used to.

I will say that this didn’t stop me from writing at either of these places, but instead of letting the words kind of just come out of my hands like they normally do, I actually had to force them onto the page in front of me. It was a really weird experience for me since I don’t usually experience problems like that. The only thing I could think when I asked myself why I wasn’t writing like I normally did was “I don’t know, I’m not really…where I’m used to.”

I hadn’t really ever thought about the importance of a space that I felt comfortable in to do my writing. I’ve moved around plenty in my life, and I know that while I’m capable of writing anywhere, I definitely produce more and at a higher quality when I’m somewhere that I’m used to or comfortable with. The ‘featured image’ is a picture of my office. It’s my work office too so I tried to keep my work related stuff (the weird moniter, the phone on the right side and everything onthe other half of the L desk) out of it, but this is where I do my writing. The wall there is my writing stuff. Quotes from friends, pictures of friends, a coloring page that someone from work once colored for me, and a slew of other things that help me push on when I feel like what I’m writing is complete garbage.

I also know that in my own space, no one can sneak up behind me and read the garbage that is my first draft, there won’t be any spontaneous plug coming out of the wall, people tripping over it. I don’t know. Something about writing just feels better when I’m in my own space. Whether it’s the spot I always sit in on the couch or if it’s in my office, something just works better in my brain when I’m in my own space. I’d never known what having a special, dedicated writing space could do for my production capabilities until I was able to see the obstacles that were in front of me when I was taken out of it. Sure, they may not be so detrimental that you can’t carry on, but it’s always nice knowing that you have a place to call your own, and I’m honestly really glad that I had the challenges that I did while I was away because that just goes to show me that 1) no obstacle will stand in the way of writing and 2) I’ve learned to appreciate the space that I do have where I’m super productive that much more.

And now, a little bit about my actual vacation!

Last weekend (Oct 14-15) I went down to my old college in Bennington, VT, for some sight seeing and remiscing. I’d forgotten just how pretty a place it was, or I hadn’t really given it a thought once I got over the initial “omg I’m going to college in a mansion” reaction that draws people in.

Back of the manion, courtyard

Fountain. How cool is that?

It’s hard to take good pictures of the mansion as a whole, but there are a lot of pretty overhead/sky-taken pictures online. Search “Southern Vermont College” and behold all its beauty if you want to. I took a few pictures of the grounds, and a whole bunch of pictures of the inside both to use as inspiration for a horror story I’m writing and also becuase that’s where I spent basically four years of my life.

I might have made friends with this little skunk plush

We walked around Main St. while we were there, too (I say we because like I said, a friend from college and myself made the trip together. We visited the South Street Cafe, the first place I ever took my laptop and sat down with a hot chocolate and wrote away from my own space. We went to a little art shop, where my first (terrible) fountain pen came from. I looked at the art supplies, and the artwork they had displayed, and we moved on. We stopped at the chocolate shop which smelled divine and had the little skunk that I had to take a picture with. Unfortunately I didn’t have enough money to take him home with me, but we did stop for some frozen yogurt while we were out and about.

New hair courtesy of my bestie/hairdresser, Jessica

After the amazing weekend in Vermont, I headed down to New York with my boyfriend to see my best friend and to visit his dad. While there, I got a so much needed haircut, and some Halloween hair (the lighting is poor, but it’s purple, orange, and green). And it’s UV reactive…in theory. We actually never tested it. I went to dinner, spent too much money, saw my best friend’s super awesome daughter, and went to karaoke.

As much as I would have preferred some more writing time on my vacation, it was a much needed rest and much needed time with my best friends/family. I’m feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the rest of his submission project I’ve been working on, gearing up for my first rejection, trying like hell to get through Damned, and mentally preparing myself for the hell on earth that is going to be NaNoWriMo 2017 for me. Overtime is coming back at work so it looks like there’s going to be some 50-70 hour work weeks ahead of me, on top of writing and posting daily NaNo updates. I’m super glad there’s a bed in my office since I may very well end up needing it.

New #blogpost. My vacation update, as well as the importance of #amwriting space. Hello! Sorry for the long absence. I'm not sure if I actually posted an entry here or if I just did on my FB/Twitter pages, but I was gone last week on vacation.