#through this project tehe

[limielle]

Another memory found on the trail of the former Inquisitor, Astra Lavellan. The last of those found in the Hinterlands.

(memories series, part 2)

[littleyarngoblin]

Finished my art book project for a class! Not the usual thing I knit, I’ll admit, but I’m so proud of how it turned out.

First, the charting was fine but the actual duplicate stitching was a NIGHTMARE to get right. I had to rip out ל so many times 😭

Making the scroll poles was a Learning Experience involving wood stain and super glue. Sewing on the canvas back was somehow the easiest part! Anyway, I’m super pleased with the result and I’m excited to present it to my class.

Skip the read more if you’re not interested in hearing about my artistic decisions :)

Part of this final assignment was to create something based on items in the library collection at my workplace. There’s a beautiful, giant 19th century Torah that I’ve viewed several times and haven’t been able to forget the sheer comfort and awe of being able to sit down for an hour or two and just read the Torah.

But there are rules to interacting with a Torah (both Jewish and archival rules): do not touch the text. Do not touch the parchment. Do not unroll without assistance. No, we can’t repair the holes and whatnot in this manuscript because 1) she’s super old and 2) we have no idea how to do it (which makes me sad!! She needs a good cleaning)

I also got to view a teeny miniature Torah from the library’s EXTENSIVE miniature collection.

So I decided I wanted to make a representation of the Torah that encouraged touch, and interacting with a text through another sense. This one only has the Shema stitched in it (funny, because no one is going to be reading this aloud to a congregation so no one is technically going to hear it). I made the first word blue in the Jewish manuscript illumination tradition, which wouldn’t illuminate just one letter, but rather the whole word, so as not to place one letter above another in importance. The blue is also reminiscent of tekhelet, a probably-blue dye mentioned in the Torah.

I also did not write out G-d’s name because Obviously Not. I’m not an official scribe and I also don’t want smartass or ignorant goyim viewing my art book and going “tehe I know how to pronounce that” when they see the tetragrammaton and just. Saying the Name.

All this to say, I’m so happy with my final project and I hope I get an A.

[kentopedia]

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 ! !

the people of this town love halloween so much they celebrate it twice a year!

and wouldn't you know ... it's today ! a series revolving around the paranormal, with a twist in the summer! it will be running through the months of may-august, in no particular order ! tune in to see which of your favorite characters will be revealed, and what role you'll be playing. please read content warnings for each work, as they will all vary. some may be 18+ !! more notes at the end <3

episode one ♱ crossroad blues. at the crossroads, you make a deal with the devil. instead of leaving you alone for the next ten years, it sticks around.

episode two ♱ provenance. f. dostoevsky you buy a two hundred year old house with a two hundred year old painting hanging above the mantel. it's not the only thing the previous owner left behind.

episode three ♱ children shouldn't play with dead things. his life faded away in front of you, and in that moment, you knew you'd do anything to bring him back.

episode four ♱ in my time of dying. he thinks he may have fallen in love with you, but you're only there to lead him to the afterlife.

episode five ♱ siren song. rumor says not to stop at the bar in the port city, for the people there are not what they seem. not everyone receives the message.

episode six ♱ skin. n. chuuya your husband has been acting different… but you brush it off and don't think anything of it.

episode seven ♱ what is and what should never be. you wake up in the bed of the man you've always loved, but the sky seems too blue and the world too safe. maybe it's just your imagination.

bonus episode ♱ series finale ! bleeding me dry.

author's note: i've been sitting on this idea for a while and have decided to fully commit to it <3 summerween is inspired by gravity falls and each work is related to a supernatural episode (hence the titles, but some have alternate titles too)! but if u know the show, i promise they'll all be a little different tehe. thank you so much for being interested in all my little projects, i hope you all enjoy :)

[punmasterbaku]

Welcome to ME DRABBLING ABOUT A NEW AU IDEA "UnderPressure"

As the name states, this will be a crossover of Undertale and Pressure. With playing through the game a few times and reading documents, I thought to come up with this idea before anyone hopefully. This au in particular goes moreso through the pressure story set up but with small twists of my own.

That being Sebastian will still be there to help out and give advice. However its more my version of Sebastian / theories I personally have on the character alone.

With that being said let me give a small hint of the characters...

Crossovers:

Nightmare = Void Mass [ Appearance of half his corrupted self and other more voided mass of tentacles. Dark turquoise instead of purple to fit his negative energy]

Ink = Squiddle [ Has a squid like body covered in ink and dripping paint from his eye sockets. The expressions being different colours when flashed or close by]

Killer = Anglerfish [ Different stages of his soul represent the different variant of Anglerfish that are within the game. A light on his head and black streaks down his face. Gills can be seen on his neck and small scales across his bones. Stage 1. Angler with White Light | Stage 2. Blitz , Fast and hyper with a Blue Light and slowly developing tar like tears | Stage 3. Froger, very fast and more aggressive, has a light brown bulb with more hate pouring out his eyes and can rebound back and forth a few times before leaving. | Stage 4. Mutli-Monster, The highest stage and extremely aggressive, WILL INSTANT KILL and leave 5 seconds to hide. Light shines a DARK RED, hate pouring from eyes and mouth also is very fast. This stage is rare to see...]

Dust = Wall-Dweller [ A sneaky and silent individual who creeps behind the mains. He is seen with no arms, face covered with a metal like plate and hoodie covering most of his body. His back when exposed reveals the many holes and smoky texture as a side effect of the mutation.

Error = p.AI.nter [ Takes form of a computer like AI that has complete control over the Blacksite networks, CCTV footage and other machines including the Turrets. His proper appearance can be seen of him floating with a computer like head when interacting with the main characters trying to help ]

Swap = GoodPeople [ Deranged and mangle of bones kinda like an Amalgamates. Some bones melting into the floor and walls around them like a spider thread. He has a small mask over his face to cover the melting appearance he possesses after the experimentation]

Horror = Eyefestation [ Due to the mutation, his height spikes larger and more creepy with eyes scattering his body and inside the crack he wields on his head. The original eyes, having either completely disappeared or one with the crack. Who knows which one is his real one ]

Cross and Dream as the Protagonists of this AU, being the ones who are running through the facility.

THATS ALL FN, if you are looking forward to learning more feel free to ask and will eventually update more about this au once more has been written. Its a small project but love to see who else is interested.

PS: if you are wanting to join in with ideas feel free to let me know or even come up with designs, just tag me and will have a look for myself TEHE.

[luvrseung]

𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 - TEASER

## synopsis! You were always filled with the urge to destroy perfect things. It just felt wrong to leave things untouched. People weren't an exception. So, what are you supposed to do when an angel appears in front of you? Well... ruin him of course.

## pairing! innocent! heeseung x corrupted fem! reader

## wc: undecided

## cw! biggg themes of religion,, religious guilt is very heavy through this (maybe i'm projecting), suggestive?

## a/n! hellooooo everyone! ive been writing so many things but keep falling uninterested like halfway through. this one tho!!!!! i am very motivated to write it and cant wait to share it! so heres a little teaser :P my reason for this being so religous-y is because i find the juxtaposition of something so pure and untouched with something so dark and corrupted really beautiful! also in no way am i trying to make fun of any religion. i was quite religious myself! i value and respect anyone in any religion! this piece was also kind of a reflection of my own inner turmoil... anyways! i hope you enjoy and please stay tuned to the end for a poll determining something tehe...AND LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS OFCCC!! NOW ENJOY!! ALSO NOT PROOFREAD SO PLS KEEP THAT IN MIND!

Every Sunday, your mother would wake you up early in the morning to attend church with your family. The thin line between filial obligation and genuine devotion blurred with each sunrise. Your parents approached church with a fervor you used to share. Honestly, you found it quite boring, like a duty. Don’t misunderstand, whispers of belief still flickered within you, undying embers that display a gentle glow. Even in moments of despair or dark times, you often find yourself praying to the Lord; but on top of the catholic school you had gone to for your whole life, you found Sunday services tedious, as en extension of what you went through on a daily basis. You also spent the last two nights wasted beyond belief, and you waking up early for church was the last thing you wanted to do. This Sunday was nothing special, unfortunately. Peeling yourself from the comfort of your bed, you slowly get ready for service.

Sitting in your pew, your mind can’t help but wander. Thoughts of anything and everything fill your mind, in attempts to keep you awake during the priest’s sermon. A gentle nudge from your mother jolted you back to a semblance of piety. Her whispered reprimand, "Focus, darling," carried the weight of disappointment and a subtle plea for adherence. You plastered a thin smile on your face and offered a barely-there nod. You have stared at the front of this church so many times, you could draw it without reference.

The vibrant hues of the stained-glass windows, the worn kneelers that bore the indentations of countless prayers, the stoic statues flanking the entrance, it all felt more familiar than comforting. Behind the granite altar, sat the deacon and altar servers; like usual. Except this time, your eye catches an unfamiliar face on the right side of the deacon. He sat toward the end, two other altar servers on his left side. He was dressed like the others, clad in the customary floor-length white robe. His hair was a dark red, a little bit longer, and parted a little toward the side. His eyes big, as his attention is on the priest and his words.

A sardonic chuckle bubbled up in your chest, a silent stir in the holy air. Angelic. That new altar server looked angelic. How utterly cliché. If you were any closer, your blatant staring would be a cardinal sin in its own right. Minutes bled into an eternity as you wrestled with the tedious sermon and the incredibly good-looking boy behind the priest. Just as his monotone reached a fever pitch, a stirring announced the impending communion. Relief, both welcome and unwelcome, washed over you. Relief from the droning sermon, yet unwelcome because it meant the inevitable procession of the altar servers – and your unexpected fixation. With a practiced efficiency, the servers rose, their white robes billowing as they glided down the aisle. Luck, or perhaps a touch of divine irony, had placed you at the very end of the pew, closest to the spectacle about to unfold.

Angel boy, as you couldn't help but label him in the traitorous corners of your mind, drew closer. His face, bathed in the soft glow of the stained-glass windows, held an enigmatic quality. Was it the hint of a smirk playing on his lips, or the way his eyes seemed to hold a depth that transcended the sterile walls of the church? The closer he got, the more the sanctity of the ritual blurred with a curiosity that felt both illicit and strangely sacred. Your eyes locked. Inevitably, undeniably. And your eye contact lingers for a beat too long. A smirk, barely contained, played on his lips before he flicked his gaze away. But not before a telltale blush bloomed at the tips of his ears. He finally makes his way out of your view. Shame, hot and unwelcome, flooded your cheeks as you watched him disappear down the aisle. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a loud drumbeat against the backdrop of solemn hymns.

The taste of forbidden fruit lingered on your tongue, a mix of guilt and a desire you couldn't quite place. The once-tedious ritual now felt charged with a newfound tension, the air thick with an unspoken something that threatened to shatter the carefully constructed walls of your - currently dwindling - faith.

The altar servers returned, their white robes whispering against the polished floor. As the line snaked its way forward, a playful thought tickled your mind. A sly smile played on your lips, a secret shared only with yourself, as you approached the angel-faced boy holding the communion bread. With hands demurely clasped in front of you – the picture of a devoted daughter – you tilted your head up, meeting his gaze. His eyes, the color of rich chocolate, widened momentarily before flickering down. A hint of rose stained his cheeks. You see his adam’s apple bob as he gulps.

He held a piece of bread out, his voice a mere tremor. "The Body of Christ," he murmured.

“Amen.” You reply, leaning forward slightly, your arms pushing your boobs together and showing cleavage that you know he can see. Instead of extending your hands, you kept them clasped. You stick your tongue out as your eyes look at him through lowered lashes.

He cleared his throat, his hand trembling slightly as he held the bread closer. He placed the bread on your tongue with a slight tremor in his hand. You retracted your tongue with a triumphant smirk, the taste of the bread a mere secondary sensation to the unexpected jolt of electricity that had shot through you at the contact. You met his eyes again, a playful glint in them. A single word, more so a sound, escaped your lips, a soft "Mmm," before you retreated back down the line, a smile playing your my lips. The sign of the cross felt almost sacrilegious in this new context as you maintained unwavering eye-contact with the angel boy.

The brief exchange ignited a thrill within you. This wasn't just harmless interest. An unknown urge, long dormant, roared awake. You craved the challenge of chipping away at that perfect exterior, of shattering the halo that seemed welded above his head. Maybe then, you could see the real boy – and maybe, just maybe, a part of you yearned to be touched by his innocence. Or break it… who knows?

The weight of Monday settled over you uncomfortably and unwillingly. Another week of school stretched before you. In homeroom, surrounded by your friends – Jay, Sunghoon, Jungwon, and Minji – you couldn't help but relive the memory.

Sunghoon, slumped over your desk, groaned, "Church yesterday was enough to put a saint to sleep. I swear, I drifted off right after the Our Father."

"Then why'd you drag yourself to the early service?" you chuckled.

"Blame Minji," Sunghoon mumbled, accusatory eyes flickering towards her.

Minji, unfazed, countered, "Hey, it's not my fault you crashed at my place. You know my parents prefer the eight o'clock mass."

Jungwon chimed in, "Maybe we should stop going out so late on Saturdays?"

Four pairs of eyes shot daggers at him. "Thank the lord I snagged a free pass yesterday," Jay said with a smug grin. "Parents out of town mean no mandatory church duties."

"Yeah, but you missed a nice show," Jungwon piped up, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What show exactly, Wonnie?" you feigned innocence, a subtle warning lacing your voice. Jungwon wasn't fooled. "The little performance you put on with the new altar server. You're sick and twisted.”

A playful smirk spread across your face. "Maybe I am, but you love it," you declared, smothering him in a teasing hug. Jungwon squirmed, laughter escaping his lips as he tried to fend you off.

Minji chimed in, “Care to elaborate?”

A conspiratorial glint sparked in your eyes. “Yes, yes mother…Let's just say there's a new, really hot, altar boy… and he’s perfect! Too perfect, if you know what I mean.” A beat of silence follows, confusion falls over everyone before you respond, “Need to ruin him a bit.”

The boys rolled their eyes in unison, but Jay couldn't resist a question. "How exactly do you plan on achieving that, Miss Mother Mary?”

You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance, “Well-“

The shrill of the first bell sliced through your conversation like a choirboy's off-key note. Your homeroom teacher, Mrs. Kim, swept in with a stern expression, instantly silencing the room. You exchanged helpless glances with your friends and raise both your hands in false defeat as they walk away from your desk and to their respective seats. Leaning in with a conspiratorial glint, Minji whispers, “You better tell us at lunch, bitch,” she points her finger at you and you laugh her off with confirmatory nod.

Before the morning prayer could play through the speakers, Mrs. Kim cleared her throat, silencing the room with a single, sharp rap on her desk. "Good morning, class. Today, we have a new student joining us. Please welcome him warmly." Her gesture towards the door was all it took for the air to whoosh from your lungs. Your jaw practically unhinged itself as the angel-faced altar server from Sunday, walked into the classroom. A breathless gasp escaped your lips, “no fucking way”.

You couldn't believe your luck. Here he was, the object of your amusement, deposited right into your everyday life. An unholy grin split your face, the possibilities swirling in your mind like incense smoke in a cathedral. This was exactly what you prayed for the night before.

You tap sunghoon’s shoulder, who was sitting in the seat in front of you. He leaned back, brow furrowed in confusion, as you leaned in to whisper, "That's him." Sunghoon's eyes widened, his mouth forming a perfect "o" before snapping shut in realization. He whipped around in his seat, confirming your words with a silent nod. Jungwon had already caught your message through a glance. You threw him a devilish smile, his lips twitching with barely contained amusement. He leaned over to Jay, who was seated next to him, and relayed the news in hushed tones. Sunghoon, mirroring your earlier action, tapped Minji's shoulder diagonally across the aisle, sending the news rippling through your little group like a clandestine prayer chain. A silent wave of excitement washed over you and your friends. This unexpected turn of events proved to be far more entertaining than any Sunday service. The prospect of having him, the object of your wicked plan, in your daily life was a delicious twist of fate, and you couldn't wait to see how it would all unfold.

“Hello everyone, my name is Lee Heeseung. It’s lovely to meet you all.” He scanned the sea of faces before him, his gaze drifting casually across the classroom. Then, something – you – caught his eye. Your hand twirled a strand of hair with practiced ease. The other waved at him, not a simple greeting, but a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver down his spine. You knew exactly what it looked like. An invitation, a subtle message almost saying ‘I know you thought of me last night’. A flush crept up Heeseung's neck, a telltale sign mirrored by the rapid bob of his Adam's apple. He could practically feel the heat of your gaze on him. Mrs. Kim brought his attention back to her, “Nice to have you here Heeseung, there’s an empty seat in the third row by the window.” His gaze met yours once more. He made his way towards his seat, two rows ahead and two rows to the right. Your eyes never left his figure when you noticed the all-too familiar blush at the tip of his ears.

The first bell pierced the charged silence, jolting everyone back to reality. A flurry of activity erupted as classmates gathered their books and shuffled out. You darted playful glances at your friends, their attention firmly fixed on Heeseung. Laughter bubbled up inside you, barely contained. With a final shove of notebooks into his bag, Heeseung seemed to hesitate, catching your eye across the room. You couldn't help but smirk, so excited to ruin him. Picturing how different he would look with pierced ears, a cigarette in his mouth, and you on his lap. You just couldn’t wait. The familiar weight of Jay's arm slung around your shoulder grounded you momentarily. "First period, babe?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement. "Actually, jongseongie,” you began, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes, "go ahead with the others. I have a… matter to attend to with a certain altar server."

Your friends, well aware of your little new toy, burst into laughter. Jay, however, rolled his eyes playfully. "Imma wait for you outside then,” he announced, resignation coloring his voice. “Or.. you could go to our class? You can’t keep avoiding Giselle forever you know.“

“I do nottt wanna see her _. Also, you know she never liked you, so she gets mad when we walk in together.”

“Whatever you say, Jay.”

He flashed a charming, albeit fake, smile before disappearing out the door. With a final playful roll of your eyes, you turned your attention to the angel at the center of your growing intrigue. Heeseung, now the sole occupant of the classroom, seemed strangely hesitant, his gaze lingering on you. A slow, confident stride carried you towards him, the promise of a delicious encounter hanging thick in the air. Everything about him was a siren song, drawing you in with an irresistible pull. His large, doe-like eyes, framed by dark red hair that tumbled playfully just above his brow, seemed to speak pure and sweet nothings into the air. It’s as if the cruel world hasn’t reach those beautiful big eyes yet. But the most captivating detail was the way his ears, like delicate seashells, flushed a brilliant crimson whenever your gazes met. You already pictured what they’d look like adorned in silver. A slow, predatory smile played on your lips as you sauntered towards his desk. Resting your palms on top of his desk, you leaned in close, the scent of his nervous cologne filling your senses. Your voice, normally laced with mischief, took on a sugary sweetness that would make even the most hardened saint wince. “Nice to see you again, altar boy,” you purred, drawing out the words.

His blush deepens, spreading from his ears down his neck. He stammers a reply, stuttering, "H-hi… I, uh, didn't expect to see you here."

“Likewise…” your smirk widens, reaching out your hand, nails painted red, “I’m _, nice to meet you Heeseung.”

He hesitates before his hand reaches yours, responding to your introduction with a shy smile, his doe-eyes sparkling up at you the whole time. Oh how you wish to swim so deep in those beautiful eyes.

"Well, altar boy," you teased, your voice laced with a sweetness that sent shivers down your own spine. "I'd love to chat more, but wouldn't want to keep you from your first day, would we?"

Fishing out a red pen, you held it between your teeth and uncapped it with a flick of your thumb. "Real quick, though," you bargained, a playful glint in your eyes. You extend your left hand, palm up. Hesitantly, he mirrors your gesture, placing his right arm within your grasp. You scribble your phone number on the smooth skin of his inner arm, finishing it off with a perfectly drawn heart.

"Call me, Hee," you purred, leaning in conspiratorially. "I'll be waiting." With a wink that could melt glaciers, you retreated, your hand brushing against his again as you slipped past him. Out in the hallway, you met Jay, a mischievous grin plastered on your face.

Heeseung, left speechless in your wake, peered out from the now-empty classroom. His fingers traced the inscription on his arm, the warmth of your touch lingering alongside the heat of his blush. With a shaky breath, he tucked your phone number beneath his sleeve. He should probably get to his first period class, but his mind was already swirling with the image of you.

© luvrseung - do not plagiarize, repost, translate, copy, or alter any of my content please and thank you.

AUTHORS NOTE: HELLOOOO!! now for the poll: would you like smut in this? yes or no!

[llamagoddessofficial]

DA au but MC is a kid? Maybe her parent keeps leaving her there for a very long time, sometimes for whole weekends and throughout the week?

tehe

Red: She’s generally quite a quiet kid. Especially considering she’s got parents who leave her in a robot daycare for days at a time. It took a long while for Red to work up trust with her, at first she found him overwhelming and she’d just sit in the same corner and not talk to him or any of the other kids.

Now, she comes to life when she’s with her best friend Red. They spend so much time together, they’ve got inside jokes and nicknames for each other. He’s concerned about her feeling neglected, so she gets so much of his time and attention, he makes sure to let her know that despite all the other kids she’s very special and his best friend. If all the other kids have already gone home he takes her on (probably not allowed) tours of the entire pizzeria- since she’s with the daycare attendant, she can play all of the games and do all the activities totally free. Red has spoken to the other animatronics, and they’re sympathetic to her situation, so they often let her come in for special one-on-one meetups to improve her mood.

He’s usually protective, but he’s markedly more protective of her. Other staff are getting a little concerned... especially since once or twice, it sounded like he called her “my kid”.

Sans: He doesn’t like that her parents leave her there for so long. So, in turn, he really doesn’t like her parents. Once, a parent came to pick her up, and entirely out of spite he pretended not to recognise them (he’s got a database of all parent faces) and refused to let them into the daycare without some kind of identification. They had to go back outside to their car and get their license before he let them take her home. He knows he can unnerve some adults, and he takes full advantage of that.

Sometimes, she’s the only kid staying there overnight. Holidays, some weekends, times when other families would all be together... it’s just her and Sans. He does his best to make those nights the most fun- he takes her on secret midnight tours of the pizzeria where she can see all the lights. He has a spare set of star-covered pyjamas set aside just for her. The little enclave on top of the daycare that’s usually just for the DCA gets hastily renovated into a sleepover pillowfort, they have midnight snacks and watch movies, he projects stars onto the walls from his eyelights. When she does finally fall asleep it’s curled up in his arms with chocolate smeared on her cheeks.

She’s started being unable to sleep unless he’s there.

Skull: Skull was the one who got her to come out of her shell and open up to the other two robots. They were concerned they couldn’t get her to talk to them, and after enough constant demanding to be let out, they waited until all the other kids were gone and then let Skull try. 

There’s something so calming about his presence. Even if he’s physically intimidating, it only took a few minutes for her to crawl into his lap and play with his hands, sniffling quietly. He spent some time with her, showing her around... and eventually, he asked her if she wanted to meet his friends, Sans and Red.

On days when she’s particularly distraught or quiet, they let Skull take care of her. It can be difficult to make him let her go and it’s usually up to Sans and Red to pull him back down because no way will he give her back to her parents when she’s clearly his baby. But despite the issues, it’s worth it, because sometimes it just seems like Skull is the only one who can get through to her in that way. 

He understands feeling like nobody wants you.

[days-until-burnout]

hi omg i forgot to put in my request for my prize lol.. or did i? i forgot 😭 ive been very busy lately.

but just incase i havent, i would like to have as my prize a very cute fluffy scar x joel college au bc i need more of them 😞😞

your writings are so amazing and inspiring i love them all especially the smalletho tehee <3 have a great timezone and take care 🩷

you did forget xD but worry not, because forget is my main skill. anyway, here some scarjoel. i got confused halfway through writing (not the prompt, just confused in general). but i tried my best<3 and thank you for reading<3 _____

📧 Day 75 -

Characters - Scar/Joel Words - 1,517 Time - 45 mins Content - College AU

Scar pushed his wheelchair through the crowd, mostly following his nose—it took him of sweets and baked goods, all the alluring warmth and sugary sweetness permeating the area; the whole campus, even. He'd even seen a couple people drooling over their goods, praising the taste and flavors and textures over and over. Fleetingly, too, he heard about the cause; all funds would be going to the animal shelter fifteen minutes away from campus.

Of course, Scar was an animal lover himself, having owned two cats on his youth. Unfortunately, with lectures and labs, and seeing as he had to live on dorms the first year, he could not bring them with him. They were at home, with his parents, looked away and loved, and above it all, missed like crazy.

So that was two things driving him forward, despite the horrid midday sun and crowds. A sweet treat and a good cause—but that wasn't all, not entirely.

He heard from Grian, who heard from Mumbo, who got boasted by Bdubs that Joel was going to be helping with the fundraiser. Either Joel was bribing the professors with baked goods, or he was ignoring all his homework and assignments, because there was no way Joel had time for this when Scar himself was drowning.

(Well, if he ignored the fact that he had been procrastinating with some Lego sets his parents had sent a month ago—but still! Joel had too much free time, and Scar, as his friend and possible room-mate next year, had all the right to be suspicious.)

(Also because he felt guilty not spending enough time with him, but that was… a conversation to be had… probably next month, after he got through his pile of assignments and projects.)

As the crowds thickened, Scar wondered if it was too late to switch back from architecture to business school.

"Watch it, idiot."

Scar snapped out of it, instantly panicked and frozen. Until his mind recognized the voice, slowly turning his head to find Joel staring at him, eyebrow raised with a pretty yet mocking smile on his lips.

"Don't drive through the stand. Who knows if you can even afford all that." Joel laughed, playfully as he walked over, hands on his pockets and, well, casual clothes. Scar didn't know why he expected Joel to be wearing some sort of uniform or badge or apron, not that he hadn't seen him in all of that before with all the various projects he got dragged into (Scar was sure Joel spent more time with club activities than homework, yet maintained a decently high grade—again, suspicious).

"I would never," Scar huffed, offended as he snapped his head away from him. He glanced ahead, seeing the stand a couple meters away, Cleo and Scott taking orders and cash at the front while Gem and Pearl were packing orders. The line was long, panning out the walking-path of the park. "Busy?"

"It helps," Joel hummed, a certain tone in his voice.

Scar swallowed, looking at him nervously, "What did?"

"Oh, you know, emotional manipulation. I've been going around the park telling people they hate animals if they don't donate. Dirty work."

Scar looked horrified for a moment, catching a glint in Joel's eyes that didn't let him decipher if this was the truth or a lie. Joel didn't look ready to reveal, rather, he looked at the stand then around, then finally his chocolate eyes landed on Scar.

Joel looked him up and down, and Scar had to stop pushing.

"Hm, you haven't bought anything nor have a sticker. That means you hate animals." Joel said quickly, yet nonchalantly, stealing the words from Scar's tongue and moving along before he could retort. Scar was good at this, they knew, this whole con-man thing, but here he was, stunned into silence as Joel continued. "Dunno Scar, I don't think I can flat with you next year. I'm bringing my dogs, and since you don't like animals… It's like kids. Everyone says yes, or there's gonna be problems."

It took a bit, a couple seconds for his brain to kick into action, sputtering and stuttering his defense, "I– I was going to! But you– You distracted me. Actually, uh, I think you are the one who might not like animals, actually." He breathed in then out, pushing his wheelchair again. Joel hummed beside him. "You see, your childish tactics are only drawing people away from your cause, which I assume you take much pride in. But it's your manipulation and—"

Scar halted at the quiet chuckles, looking up to see Joel laughing into the side of his fist. And oh, how cute he was. Unashamedly, with not a single thought, Scar stared at him, laughing. Those eyes, his lips, his button nose and rosy cheeks. His hair, the collar of his shirt wrapped around the base of his neck. The line of his jaw, his arms against his chest, the sweet little giggles—

"Oi!"

Scar jerked as Joel jumped to pull him to a stop, nearly running into someone facing the other direction.

Joel laughed again, more openly, and it sounded just as sweet.

(It was obvious, yes? Maybe he should tell him. He should.)

"Go find somewhere to park, jeez. I'll bring something over."

"But I have the money!"

"You can give it to Cleo after. I'm not treating you."

Joel quirked an eyebrow, still smiling. And Scar swore Joel blinked at him before leaving, sending his heart into a frantic thunder that kept him in place for a couple minutes, watching him walk away, weaving through the crowds confidently and sneaking behind the stand. Scar watched him eyeing the boxes, pointing at various places for Gem to grab, Cleo even turned over to scold them but Gem had shoved the box into Joel's hands and then Joel was running away.

Joel had found him in the same spot, laughing a little more before gesturing over to a tree near the path. Despite the place before fairly busy, everyone taking shelter from the sun under the trees, they were able to snatch one not too far from the concrete path, which Scar's wheelchair appreciated.

So they sat, and they ate, talking about the fundraiser—or, well, Joel talked about it. On and on while Scar ate the donuts, the pieces of cake and cookies, melting with every bite. It was up in the air if Scar was distracted with the goods or if he was entranced by Joel, because from one moment to the next, they had spent all day sitting there, doing nothing.

The sky had turned a couple shades of orange. People were still out and about, even more now that the sun wasn't burning their heads and late night bars were about to open. Everything warm still with only the softest of breezes.

It wasn't until, despite the sound of kids and someone's blaring speaker, did he notice how quiet the world was. With a glance, he saw the stand long gone, and with another quick glance, he realized Joel was snoozing against his shoulder.

(Likely, he had frozen when it first happen and he was just now waking up himself from being stunned.)

('Likely' being exactly what happened.)

Scar couldn't see much from his angle, just the bridge of his nose, curls of brown and lashes. He stirred the faintest bit, but it was enough to wake him. He stilled, hoping Joel would go back to sleep, but he only felt him nuzzling further, intentionally.

"Why'd you let me fall asleep?" Joel questioned, playfully with an audible grin.

And Scar was honest, "Didn't even realize."

When Joel straightened, pulling away, Scar felt a chill settle where their bodies touched. It tingled too, on his shoulder.

"We should head back, I'm hungry." Joel yawned, stretching his arms up high before slouching, instantly going to check his phone. "We should order pizza. I don't feel like getting hall food."

"You want pizza?"

Joel hummed, unaware of Scar's incessant staring. His phone lit up his face softly, the white light softened by the setting sun around them, and Joel looked, well, like Joel. All smiles and messy hair, mischief in his eyes at the text he was writing—a glance up, a knowing smile, he caught him staring and smiled about it.

"Let's get pizza," Scar managed to breathe out.

Joel offered a wider smile, then he went back to texting.

Scar decided, tonight, after pizza he was going to tell him. Before they moved in together and possibly ruined their first time living on their own. He was going to tell him and he was going to be brave about it and he was going to be only a little hurt if he was rejected and then he was going to beg to stay friends and swear he can keep his feelings in check.

It was a plan. Flawless.

(Scar did not end up telling Joel. Between mouthfuls of pizza and many deaths in a cooperative game, how could he?)

(Regardless, Joel stayed the night.)

_____

first, i forget what name these two have. i mostly use scarjoel tho also, can i admit. something. is this a safe space. ive been obsessing over a game these past 3 days. its ruining me. i am weak. burnout might not get me, but hyperfixation might</3

[faiirybread]

shriveled roses

a collection of stories inspired by gracie abrams 3 albums: minor, this is what it feels like, and good riddance

ima be so honest this is a huge project that is gonna take me forever so please be patient!! i am open to requests so if yall have an idea send it in 💗💗

ALSO the driver numbers next to the titles are not set in stone!! im jus gatherin ideas before i write :)

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིminor

friend

21

under/over

tehe

i miss you, im sorry

long sleeves

minor.. aa23/ls2

sometimes ghosting an f1 driver is easier than explaining your growing attachment to them.

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིthis is what it feels like

feels like.. ls2/ll40

a perfect summer fling. should it keep going?

rockland.. cs55/mv1

a horrible fight ended it all. is the want to reconcile one-sided?

for real this time.. cl16/mv1/ln4

how many fights can someone take before they leave?

camden.. f1 grid

a debut season in f1 is already a big step up, but for the first female pilot in over 20 years, it’s a foreign world.

the bottom.. ll40

childhood friends are hard to break off. but when she’s dragging his name through the mud he might have to put his foot down.

wishful thinking.. pg10/cl16

exs’s are tricky, especially ones who never move on (or grow up).

older.. op81/cl16

even childhood sweethearts have to grow up eventually.

better.. lh44/pg10/ln4

being just another notch in his belt is never a good feeling, especially when he promised that you were more.

hard to sleep.. aa23/ls2

breakups are hard, and time can’t heal a ripped up heart fast enough.

augusta

painkiller

alright

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིgood riddance

best

i know it didnt work

full machine

where do we go now?

i should hate you

will you cry?

amelie

difficult

this is what the drugs are for

fault line

the blue

right now

block me out

unsteady

405

two people

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིrisk

[ace-and-sleepdeprived]

[i come presenting a spiderverse oc that i have not gotten around to talking about but he has a whole lil' au written around him tehe]

It was supposed to simply be a routine anomaly capture mission until the spiderpeople ended up chasing the villain into this world's - Earth-803 - Alchemax. But what makes this one worse is that it secretly and routinely experimented on actual human beings. Miguel found himself not feeling that sorry when the villain killed a good amount of the scientists working in this secret part of the company. But before they were going to leave, he heard crying coming from one of the larger cells. There was a sign outside of the door that simply read: PROJECT ARACHNOID.

He didn't expect to find a fucking child bound up in a straightjacket and fucking muzzle sitting inside of a cold, sterile cell. But this wasn't an ordinary kid, no. He had four black fuzzy spider legs protruding from his back, curled tightly around his shaking frame.

Miguel obviously sliced the kid out of the bindings quickly, finding a young, spider-hybrid boy with curled black hair, two crimson colored eyes with smaller black eyes beneath them, black pedipalp-like mandibles on the sides of his face, long fangs, retractable talons on his hands and feet that looked like they were stained black and had soft hair on the back of them, and black splotches all over his small arms and shoulders. He was wearing a collar that had a tag that read SPI53R. STATUS: FAILURE.

Surprisingly, the hybrid boy took to Miguel quickly, his little frame feeling almost weightless in his arms. One day pass on his wrist later and he was brought back to HQ for some much needed TLC. When they arrived back in his office, Miguel requested Lyla to scan him, only to learn that this little spider-hybrid was a variant of Gabriella. His name was Luca O'Hara, and he'd been the son of 803's Miguel and Dana. 803 Miguel was once that world's spiderman, but he was killed in an accident when Luca was only 3. With his father out of the picture, Alchemax - more specifically Tyler Stone - decided to track down, kill Dana, and kidnap Luca to experiment on him to try and see if him having Miguel's unstable DNA would result in a more powerful spiderperson.

Long story short, they turned Luca into what he was now. A terrified, traumatized 6-year-old who spent 3 years of his life only knowing the cold and sterile environment of Alchemax and the pains of the experiments he was forced through.

While it'd been nearly a year since Gabriella had died, Miguel wasn't about to abandon Luca. Not when he'd already bonded with him. Most of those early days with him were spent with Miguel holding Luca on his lap or carrying him while he worked.

Miguel naturally became protective of Luca, wanting to protect him after he'd spent so long only knowing pain. While mutants are known of in 2099, they're still stigmatized, especially ones who looked the way Luca did. So instead of being in a city that might view him as inhuman, he lives in a large house secluded from Nueva York and a good amount of the world that would likely bring him harm.

Slowly but surely, Luca loses his shell and winds up being a curious, energetic and lively young boy who just wants to learn. He loves being at the Society and climbing around in Miguel's office while he works. [and almost giving his poor dad a heart attack in the process a few times] Because of his spidery characteristics, he has different noises to indicate what he's feeling. As he becomes more lively and comfortable, little warbled chirps become common, often catching people off guard at times. But he's happy, and far from the terrified hybrid boy Miguel found in a secluded while cell.

Nothing comes close to Miguel's son. Not after what happened to Gabriella. It doesn't matter that he's a little spidery, Miguel will murder anyone who dares try to hurt Luca.

[pspsps @pinkpinkspidey can luca and mariano be brothers??]

[stuiie]

hi! *Waves a bit shyly* I just wanted to say I've really been enjoying your fic, the color of you!! I found it while scrolling yesterday and started it at some point and was barely able to put it down, only pausing for things I had to do XD I ended up staying up late after some events and reading it and before I knew it it was 5 am, I could hear the birds chirping and I could barely keep my eyes open hehe. Made it through chapter fourteen though, huzzah!

You're writing is truly a joy to read and I really love how you've crafted the story! I honestly have ended up seeing myself reflected in Ducky in ways I wasn't expecting and it's made me ponder on some things heh (/positive). I appreciate the patience and effort you put into the slow burn!! I truly enjoy build up to relationships and the wait has been truly worth the reward as I'm arriving to the part where Ducky is actually entering into the relationship! I really appreciate the thought and kindness and heart you've put into some pretty hefty topics as the story progresses, and really enjoyed how you portrayed it narrative wise (my main thoughts especially being on her working through her lack of attraction towards the guy/men and her frustration over it, something I've also been dealing with lately ahah, so it was actually really nice to read someone uh. Also upset over a lack of 'normal' feelings so to speak, and over similar things (though thankfully a much kinder situation in my case). And the other being how you handled Nat confessing! It made a lot of sense for her to be morally distraught over her attraction to her, and I love the grace in which you wrote those emotions and experience!)

I've also enjoyed the ability to project a little neurodiversity onto y/n, whether or not that was intended! Its always quite nice to feel kindred in that way in regards to y/n's and honestly some of my favorite fics have that element to them. Anyways uh! Wonderful story so far! Can't wait to read more but also dreading catching up bc then I'll have to wait and be patient tehe (/silly). Thank you so much for sharing it!!

~ @anactualwolverine

Hi there sweet anactualwolverine,

Aaah, my teeth hurt from how incredibly sweet you are. Your words hit me right where I needed it the most, and knowing you enjoy the story so much fills me with such warmth. All I wanted was to create a healing fic, one for all of us who just want to feel that comfort and kindness. But I do hope you got some well-deserved rest after reading so many chapters; I'm impressed you powered through to chapter 14 😍.

It really does something to me when I get messages where you and others can see yourselves in Ducky, and I hope it brings you some comfort to know you aren't alone. Ducky is special to me, and I have to admit I wish she were real so I could hug her. I love writing Natasha and Wanda caring for her.

And yes, Ducky's journey to self-discovery and attraction was a delicate process and something I struggled with a lot when I was younger. I wanted to shed light on the inner thoughts and feelings that can go through your head during that journey. Again, it makes me so happy that you share your thoughts on this, how you've experienced it, and can relate. It warms my heart.

Oh, and it pleases me so much that you highlight Natasha's confession and the struggles she had with her feelings for Ducky. It's something I had hoped would come through in a good way. So thank you truly for sharing your thoughts on it.

I wish you the best week, and thank you again for taking the time to send me this absolutely lovely message.

[eupheme]

WARNING long ass sappy message incoming but there’s nothing you can do to stop it OKAY

J you know I have loved your writing for a long long time and even through my hiatus you’re the one account I’ve always come back to read. Always, no matter than damn fandom.

But can I just say that you’re absolutely THRIVING right now and it is just such a pleasure to see🥹😭and I’m not even talking about the notes (but also like hello??? I am amazed at you???) but your writing is just really showing its absolute best.

The characterisation of Logan is just always ON POINT, Wade and his comedy and meta comments are just spot on and so clever. And the SMUT? The dynamic of the three of them together?? I’ve been trying now for a couple weeks and this type of comedy/romance is real hard (no pun intended tehe) but you’re just so good at it.

Truly honestly one of the greatest writers and it’s an honour to be able to read your stuff and interact with you like this.

margo 🥺😭💖💖💖 please, my friend - this is so incredibly kind and I’ve been coming back to look at it all day and whenever I did I had to close out because I got too emotional.

this has me feeling so shy (in the kindest way). I love both you and your writing so much and your kindness from the beginning has always inspired me 💕 i am so lucky to know you, and i honestly don’t have words to express how much your encouragement means to me and how incredible this was so read and how i absolutely screenshotted this to keep forever 💖 thank you so much. I really love the characters and have been having fun - it’s been a real passion project working on these and to think you feel this way makes me so happy. (and these aren’t to cheapen the message, just visual of me right now:)

(And so cheering you on with your works!!! Te Beroya is such a masterpiece and I am always so excited to see what you’re working on!! They really are hard - I am not going to pretend it’s not, and I am really looking forward to read anything and everything that you want to share 💖)

[millerscoffee]

hello bb

CONGRATS BEE IM SO HAPPY FOR U OMG 500 IS HUGE

here have some flowers

I just wanted to hop in and request

"You look better in my clothes."

and

“Do you want my fingers?”

w joel omwnksn i cannot wait to see what u write

love u!!

KALI THIS PICTURES LKFJD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! thank you baby! forehead kiss for u 😗 ok so someone requested the fingers one, so you will get both cos ur a star TEHE HERE YOU GO "you look better in my clothes":

little weirdo

726 words | joel miller x f!reader

rating: um, like, MDNI still but no real smut

warning: dis fluffy, it's real cute. you wear joel's shirt and he loves it on you. you're a little bit of a menace, he loves it honestly.

A/N: this is part of my 500 followers celebration running until 9/9 ♡

You love mornings like this.  The way the sun hits your living room just right, the coffee in your hand.  The man on your couch.  All of it.  It felt like a dream now that you were with Joel, now that things were official.

There were very few things about Joel that you didn’t like.  But most of all you loved that he treated you differently than he treated everyone else.  The way he was a little leery around everyone except for you – you always made his features soften, his shoulders relax, all just by being yourself.  This morning was no different.  You both fight yawns, and the birds chirped their songs out the window.

When you bring a sip of coffee to your mouth, you miss in your stupor, getting coffee down the front of you.  At first it stings, but then it leaves the fabric to cling to your chest – a splotchy mark over the fabric.  You pull it away to give yourself some recovery, but you both end up laughing about it.

“Alright, clumsy,” you hear Joel drawl out, your giggles soon replaced with wolf whistles when he takes off his shirt.

“Magic Mike’s very own!” you’re in stitches at his expense when he tosses the baggy tee to let it land right atop of your head.

“See if I ever help you again,” he mutters, but you know he’s grinning – even if you can’t see it.

“You gotta look away,” you apprise, placing your coffee cup on the table and you raise your eyebrows in wait when he denies your request – once you peek out from the shirt.  “I’m not doing that,” as if you’re making him miss a dire opportunity to see god herself and you hide your face beneath his t-shirt for a brief moment.

“Quit that,” you mumble, smiling sheepishly at the shirtless man on your couch before slipping your shirt off – leaving your chest bare to match his own before his t-shirt, all too big for you and with the sweetest softness, graces your shoulders.

“Damn, baby,” and you can see that grin now, effervescent as it tugs his cheeks, “you do look so good in my clothes.  Way better than I ever could.”

“You’re just buttering me up now,” you rub your cheek before going for his chest, fingers rolling through the hair of his chest. “I look better in all of your clothes?” you challenge and standing up, you go for his toolbelt that ended up on a counter from a project the night before.

“Nuh uh, put that down,” Joel sits up straighter, but you notice he doesn’t move – doesn’t really get you to stop and you wrap it around your waist, cinching his shirt so your waist looks insane yet so fucking goofy with the toolbelt and your shorts that barely cover the crease of your bottom.

“Y’look so dumb,” he jokes, but his face is solid.  It ain’t budging and that makes you smile harder.

“Don’t you smile,” you forewarn, but you know this old trick.  How you tell him not to do something and he’s so stubborn he’ll do the opposite – even at his own expense.

It shows up when a toothy smile expands and he shakes his head, taking a swig of the bitter and hot liquid.

“Girl, just get that thing off and love me already.”

“Yes sir!” you strip it off – first arbitrarily, then carefully you drape it over the couch when Joel flashes a look of worry and warning before placing his own cup down because you are tiptoeing to crash right on top of him in no time.

You purr at the feeling of his broad hands at your ass, keeping you in place as he peppers kisses over your face.  “You’re weird,” he noses at your forehead, and you nip the weathered skin of his throat with satisfaction.

“I keep things interesting.”

“Weird.”

“You love it, don’t you?  It’s okay to admit it.”

Joel stifles that grin again, his arms wrapping around you and you bury your face in his scent, his warmth greeting you.

“Yeah, yeah.  I do.”

“I do, too.  You, I mean.”

You yawn again in the lazy quiet and you both drift off.  His shirt feels so gentle against your skin, and it smells like him.

How could it get any better?

[ohmuqueen]

Bias Tag Game

Tagged by: @foxpuppylove thank you so much!! I love tag games but I’ve lost (aka buried in my likes) many of the older ones I was tagged in so I’m super excited to do these, always! 💕

Tagging: @bakailikeyu, @miracleminho, @aquaxalien, @taeminbrainrot, @flowerlee, @bleshilegend, @menofkpop, @atlantis-area, @ultrakdramamama, @emily-lol, @fireworksgalaxy

As always: no pressure; if this isn't your thing, feel free to just ignore ♥

Bias list: I had to include all members of SHINee, mostly because I want to answer questions about them because I know them better than any other idols. The rest are really arbitrary, I am not good at following a lot of groups, but these are the idols I definitely admire the most and the most consistently (as much as I’m capable of with so few waking hours in the day);

So, in no particular order:

Taemin

Jonghyun

Key

Minho

Onew

Seulgi (Red Velvet)

Baekhyun (EXO)

Chaewon (Le Sserafim)

Sua (Dreamcatcher)

Ten (NCT/Wayv) (Tehe he’s number ten on a group of ten)

Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

Baekhyun, because I stanned SuperM before I became a shawol.

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

Jjong - his music, his words, just everything he's done has gotten me through a lot.

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

Taeminnie - oh gosh, idk what I'd want to do, nothing special really. Just relax with him I guess, chat and eat a meal together. Ask him about his work and ideas for future projects. Play and cuddle with his cats. (Wouldn't object to drinking with him if he was up for it - especially while watching a horror movie. I don't enjoy horror movies but I'd want to see which one he'd pick out to watch with someone.) Aaaand if this day included watching him practice dancing or recording his music I wouldn't be opposed...

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

Her smile! I mean, everything about her face lol. She's extremely beautiful to me.

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

I don't know Seulgi's personality well, but I loved what she did with her first solo album, so I suppose I can say her execution with her art. She has a unique style (really my ideal for a female idol) that I hope we see more of!

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

Again, I don't know this idol's personality well either, but if I could tell Chaewon something I would say she's doing amazing, to eat well, rest well, and take time to have fun! Because honestly every idol is overworked and deserves more breaks.

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

Jjong's! I love his style the most, I just think he is so cool.

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

Hmm, I'm not fashion savvy like Key, but I do miss the high fashion I've seen him wear at the airport in the past (like 2015-2017? ish? my babywol brain can't give you more specifics). I can't say a specific style, but I guess I like the more flashy clothes. Like this for example. Or this outfit from 151130 (I spent an embarrassingly long time looking for this lol)

Also multi-colored hair! Like he had during Odd era or RDD era. IDK how many times that RDD hair changed colors but I loved them all.

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

Oh definitely Onew. (I'm 5'1", or 154 cm)

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

I don't really have a preference, it depends on my mood for the day. I have been listening to more NCT lately, but I like both of these groups' music for my workouts especially (groups like NCT, Dreamcatcher, EXO, KARD, and of course SHINee I love playing for my workouts).

[melonpopps]

｡･:*:･ﾟ★ hellooooo ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

(asking all my mutuals this)

𓆩♡𓆪

questions from Your Annoying Tumblr Mutual !!!

ೃ⁀➷ song that's been on repeat recently?

ೃ⁀➷ any new movies and/or shows you've watched/started/finished?

ೃ⁀➷ thing you did this week that's made you proud of yourself (I, for one, am proud you made it through this week! that's already something!!)

ೃ⁀➷ most recent 'obsession'? (lmfao)

ೃ⁀➷ HAVE YOU EATEN AND DRANK ENOUGH TODAY

kk, that's all (for now) baiiii.ೃ࿐

(p.s. I'm sorry if I'm asking you stuff you might not want to answer)

(p.p.s. it's okay to ignore this !!)

(p.p.p.s. I'm honored to be ur mutual btw)

(p.p.p.p.s. I really am living up to that title)

(p.p.p.p.p.s. yeah okay that's it fr this time)

(p.p.p.p.p.p.s. tehe)

I love when you ask questions like that, you make my day feel so 💖🦋🌸🍄

1. Dangerously by Charlie Puth, gives me Jacks vibes and I love it.

2. I recently finished The Office, I was crying all day.

3. Be the highest grade in my project, it took a lot of effort but it was achieved :,)

4. Once Upon a Broken Heart series 💗💗

5. Yup, what about you? 💗

Ps. To say thank you and hope your day is as nice as yours.

[stars-and-leather]

｡･:*:･ﾟ★ hellooooo ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

(asking all my mutuals this)

𓆩♡𓆪

questions from Your Annoying Tumblr Mutual !!!

ೃ⁀➷ song that's been on repeat recently?

ೃ⁀➷ any new movies and/or shows you've watched/started/finished?

ೃ⁀➷ thing you did this week that's made you proud of yourself (I, for one, am proud you made it through this week! that's already something!!)

ೃ⁀➷ most recent 'obsession'? (lmfao)

ೃ⁀➷ HAVE YOU EATEN AND DRANK ENOUGH TODAY

kk, that's all (for now) baiiii.ೃ࿐

(p.s. I'm sorry if I'm asking you stuff you might not want to answer)

(p.p.s. it's okay to ignore this !!)

(p.p.p.s. I'm honored to be ur mutual btw)

(p.p.p.p.s. I really am living up to that title)

(p.p.p.p.p.s. yeah okay that's it fr this time)

(p.p.p.p.p.p.s. tehe)

Omg thank you for this! I love getting asks!

Ooh probably Vienna by Billy Joel (surprising that it wasn't taylor swift lol)

I watched pretty in pink recently and I'm watching Endeavour (murder mystery series) with my family

I'm proud of not murdering anyone yet this week! I'm joking, but I'm really proud because I started a new knitting project.

I'm eating crisps right now actually

Also thank you so much for sending me this, it was so fun to answer! I hope you had a great day and I'm really happy I'm mutuals with you.

[newgirlontheblock15]

This is just a sneak peak of smthn i have in the works tehe… my first official fanfic!!

After schoolhours

“But you’re an exception, _____ .” he said looking up at you- he had pulled you, no one else out of class and you were now sitting on the desks which had been used if students misbehaved and he had to talk to them outside.

“I’ve seen you haven’t been turning in the recent assignments and thought you could use some one on one help- wouldn’t you say you agree?” the harsh gentleness his gaze had you intoxicated. the genuine care he had dripped from his voice- making your knees weak.

“Oh that’s awfully kind professor sir, thank you so much i’ll be sure to use the time to finish my project. Thank you for having so much confidence in me.” you say shyly trying to seem as grateful as possible, which you immensely were.

“of course! you’re my star student aren’t you?” he said now getting up and opening the door back to the classroom.

Before he extended force upon the door through his large arms and veiny slender hand, he took a quick glance down the hallway and leaned in, cologne and forestry musk mixed with his laundry soap filing your senses, his face dangerously close to your own.

“And also...” His dark, wrinkled green eyes pouring into your own “Star students do deserve a reward, hm?”