Tell   yourself   that   there   are   things   you   will     NEVER    forget. 

jozthen‌:

spent two days coding and i’m so tired oh my god. TO DO:   about page,   verses page,   icons so at the meantime i’m just gonna write iconless.

marvel  au  where  neil  hides  the  fact  he’s  the  son  of  a  prominent  anti-human  psychopath   (  other  than  magneto ,   shocker!  )   and  keeps  running  off  until  he  ends  up  in  wymack’s  school  for  the  broken  and  the  damned  lmfao  i’m  so  sorry.   but  hey,   the  concept’s  there.  

   @.aftg rpc,  where  are  u  at   !!???!!! 

a sudden sense of yearning for what should’ve been just another kid

Hello! I've seen some people put in their blogs the rules/ask page/muses page/etc in this kind of box that pops out of nowhere instead of redirecting to another page, perhaps you could tell me how it is called and if possible suggest me some codes that work for that, please? Thank you!

From octomoosey’s tutorial page which you can HERE! 

How to add popups 

How to style popups - how to add link styles and info.

How to style popups - how to style and move text/images/title.

How to style popups - how to add images/icons to make a verses or relationships popup.

How to insert an image as a popup link

Sliding tabs within a popup

How to make styled titles for your pages and popups

How to add backgrounds to your popups

Other tutorials:

Popup box tutorial by agirlingrey

Tabbed popups by agirlingrey 

Popup box tutorial by str-wrs

Popup box tutorial by raiidens

Themes:

Single popup code with multiple slider navigation by octomoosey

Masterlist by nphofrph

-C

    in  any  sense  of  words  left  in  him ,   𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳  𝘪𝘴  𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥.

    he  had  never  travelled  before  in  his  life,   cooped  up  only  in  stifling  corners  of  black  rooms  and  choking  smell  of  blood  in  dark  rooms,   until  a  few  months  later  have  seen  him  in  SWEDEN.    overwhelming  than  baltimore  and  its  woods,  with  bustling  crowds  and  big  bricked  houses  and  having  nowhere  familiar  to  run  to;  and  yet,   he  finds  familiarity  in  the  dark  at  the  back  of  a  truck,   with  sharp  and  cold  metal  promising  hurt  by  the  men  who  drove  it  somewhere.

                        ‟     ...    ❜      he  stayed  still  behind  crates,  smelling  gunpowder  and  high  risks  of  uncertainty  especially  as  with  every  bump  on  the  road,  he  can  only  hear  the  wild  racing  of  his  heart  and  the  heat  of  his  mother’s  palm  on  his  cheeks.   careless,   reckless,   useless   —— surely  by  now  with  the  reminders  of  the  tip  of  his  father’s  wrath  on  his  skin,   alex  would’ve  learned  a  hell  of  a  curve.

    unfortunately,   getting  separated  on  their  first  international  getaway  is  unintentionally  not  on  his  list;   and  hopefully,   the  german  words  drilled  into  him  before  they  get  there  is  enough  to  keep  him  alive.   before  then,   escaping  capture  from  an  accidental  kidnapping  - -   alex  made  sure  not  to  make  a  trace  of  life  when  he  chose  this  as  a  hiding  spot  - -    is  the  topmost  priority.    honestly,   he  should’ve  checked  the  truck  first  if  there’s  someone  in  there  before  he  jumped  in  to  hide ...    STUPID  !  

                                   ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @russianllterature​​  ， plotted.

░  ┊   @im-possiblelimits​  。• ◞ 

“what makes you think i have something to say?” & since when has he needed anyone’s permission to say what’s on his mind?

    ‟     Anyone can feel your eyes digging in their back whenever you think they’re not looking.     ❜      if  it  sounds  like  an  accusation,  so  be  it;   he’s  had  enough  of  kevin’s  bullshit  of  the  day.      ‟     Whatever I did wrong,  let’s just get it over with.     ❜   

░  ┊   @hcathens​  。• ◞ 

— ” true. no one here can keep up with me, i’m aware. but you can work harder than this, josten, and if you don’t stop whining and just focus, you’ll never getting better. “ —   replied, but a quiet voice in his mind - his conscience, maybe? -  reminded him that he already had lost track of time. for how long were they training?? it doesn’t matter. he needed to be sure that they could win.

    for  once ,    he  appreciates  the  floor  under  his  weight;   legs  stretched  yet  body  unresponsive  to  whatever  the  mind  attempts  setting  on ...    what ,   with  shoulders  hunched  and  arms  laying  low ,   his  hands  resting  in  the  gap  between  his  lower  limbs.    the  only  reason  that  neil  is  becoming  aware  of  his  limitations  is  when  numbness  begins  to  settle  along  with  slight  tremors  that  he  can  feel  in  his  fingers. 

    the  way  that  a  thousands’  worth  of  exy  racquet  slipping  through  his  grip  during  the  recent  drill  several  minutes  ago  is  a  tall  tell.  

                                          ‟     I’m  trying.     ❜          voice  strained ,   holding  back  frustrations  veiled  in  the  exhaustion  creeping  in  his  system ,   and  avoiding  having  another  tiring  same  old  arguments  with  kevin.    of  course  there’s  no  time  for  neil  to  sit  on  his  ass  because  the  games  aren’t  going  to  win  by  themselves;   but  ——                    ‟     You  don’t  need  to  remind  me  about  the  nooses  around  our  necks.     ❜

    it  hurts ...    but  nothing  worse  that  he  hasn’t  survived  before.    the  anger  dissipates  under  the  silent  acceptance  and  grumbling  under  his  breath ,    annoyed  that  as  when  he  stands  up ,    the  redhead  has  to  hold  onto  his  knees  for  a  while  before  straightening  up.    wincing  slightly ,   frowning  greatly  at  the  disappointment  he  received  when  he  moves  his  right  shoulder  in  a  circular  motion.    testing ,   testing.

                                         ‟     ...Let’s go.     ❜ 

tag dump 2/2.

— the only one i’m interested in is you.