*having a little frustration*

anonymous asked:

Hey! Just wanna say, hope you're not permanently gone. I know you have other things going on in your life, and I know Kouga-sensei's antics have left us all feeling a little frustrated, but if the manga ever resumes I would like to hear more from you! Or even if it doesn't, I suppose.

I’m not actually gone and I do keep an eye on what’s going in the fandom! But yeah, I’m only sporadically active in the Loveless fandom, as I have new interests (Age of Sail, especially during the Napoleonic Wars, haha, not exactly close to Loveless) and my favorite fan activity is writing meta, which is hard to do when the fandom is dead (where are you all gone, people?) and the series on unofficial hiatus. And like many people in the fandom, I guess I can’t help feeling let down by the lack of progress of the plot and more and more tenuous hopes for a real ending for Loveless one day…

And thank you for your very kind words, Anon ! :)

Green vs. Red

Context: The party have kidnapped a kobold and are interrogating him. They get a little frustrated to learn the kobold only knows draconic (and some Giant) which only the dragonborn fighter knows how to speak.

Dragonborn (In draconic): Do you speak common?

Kobold: (Thinks for a little bit, then in common) Red. Blue. Green…Seven? (Collective groan from PCs)

Tiefling Rogue: (Walks up to kobold and show’s it his arm, pointing at his skin) Red. Red.

Kobold: (Nods in understanding and then shows his own arm) Green!

Tiefling: (In an attempt to scare the kobold he takes out a dagger and shows it to the kobold’s face before pointing the tip at it’s outstretched arm) Red.

(The tiefling failed his intimidation check.)

Kobold: (Visibly confused, shakes his head) No. (pointing to the dagger) gray. (Pointing to his arm) Green.

Tiefling: (Grabs the kobold’s arm and cuts off it’s hand. The Kobold screens in pain. The tiefling shows it it’s own severed hand) RED!

Kobold: (Quivering in pain and fear) … green.

˗ˏˋ little emoji asks ˎˊ˗

🌟 | what techniques do you use when you can’t fall asleep?
🐰 | is there a story behind your favorite stuffie’s name?
🌸 | do you have any interesting or unusual hobbies?
🌵 | is your reaction fight or flight when someone is mean to you?
☁️ | how do you cheer yourself up when you’re sad?
💦 | does thunder scare you or do you love storms?
🎀 | did you ever play dress up when you were younger?
💫 | do you believe in extraterrestrials or ghosts?
💿 | what are your favorite little space movies?
💧 | do you own any bath toys? how many?
🌱 | when did you discover your little side? how did you begin to explore it?
🍼 | do you prefer juice, milk, or water?
🌷 | have any advice for littles struggling to identify themselves?
✨ | when was the last time you wished upon a star? did your wish come true?
💭 | what helps you regress on days when little space seems out of reach?
✈️ | do you travel with any little supplies? what do you never leave the house without?
🐭 | what pet names do you love to be called?
🌿 | how do you motivate yourself to get out of bed on lazy days?
📩 | do you enjoy coloring? what’s the last thing you colored?
💎 | are you materialistic or a minimalist?
💒 | have you ever thought about leaving little space permanently because it frustrated you?
🌙 | do you like bedtime stories? which is your favorite?

anonymous asked:

Please forgive me: this isn't mean to be ill will towards fan artists and it's hard to word this. While I don't agree with the back-handed insult dealt by the recent anon (since I commend and applaud all who draw for you), I do agree that it gets a bit frustrating when notifications for this tumblr page pop up, but it's fan art drawings and not new Zombietale pages. Is there another way to let people checking the notifications that it's fan art with something other than tags or no?

No, but I do have a solution for you, or at least a couple of things for you to keep in mind, friend! 

1. The comic only updates on weekends! (There has only been one exception to this ever, I think.) If something goes out on a day that isn’t during the weekend, (aka Friday night to Sunday night, Japan time), then it is something else.

2. The queue (which only uploads fanart) uploads specifically twice a day, at 8:00 and 16:00 Japan time! You can find out what that is in your timezone and avoid those posts.

3. If you are only interested in reading the comic, that is what @ztcomic exists for! I reblog the pages to it almost immediately after they’re uploaded here.


tl;dr: If you’re here exclusively for the comic go to @ztcomic.

Dating Jughead Jones Would Include...

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

•Him constantly worrying he’s not good enough for you, and you reassuring him by kissing him passionately on the lips

• Stealing his beanie…all the time

• Tickle fights

• Pizza and old movies

• Listening to your favourite bands under the stars and holding hands, trying to forget the world

• Giving him a place to stay when the Drive-Thru shuts

• Him getting unbelievably jealous when Chuck tries to hit on you, but you just walk off holding his hand in front of Chuck to show him you’re already taken

• Long hugs

• Wearing his leather jacket and it looking better on you

• Going on murder investigations together like spies

• Giving him shoulder massages after he’s been bent over the keyboard for hours straight

• Cliche dates at Pop’s

getting pissed off when he tries to wear his beanie when you’re in the middle of having sex

• Tugging the beanie off his head standing up and threatening he can either have you or the beanie

• The beanie ends up on the floor as you guys fuck ;)

• Looking after you when you’re ill

Dealing with his sarcastic comments that make you want to scream in frustration

• Having to deal with his little smirk in lesson times that makes you want to run and up and kiss him then and there

• Jughead Jones being totally, undeniably, completely head over heals for you

cute flustered nerds

Bubblegum will never not be annoyed that Zigzag is so much taller than her lmao

I’VE WANTED TO DRAW THESE TWO TOGETHER FOR…. A LONG WHILE NOW. I mean, I’ve done it before, but now that they’ve actually interacted I have a BETTER GRIP ON IT I THINK. They’re just…. They’re cute ok…..

[Zigzag belongs to @alainaprana!!]
[Bubblegum belongs to me!!]

burningocean  asked:

Top 5 Soukoku moments ? 😎

Hi Ann, look at what you’ve done. Thank you for the pain. 

1. “I used Corruption because I trusted you”. All this scene is sort of heartbreaking. Chuuya trusts Dazai so much it physically pains me. He hasn’t used Corruption in FOUR YEARS, and then Dazai comes and says “let’s do it like the old times” / “yes, why not, I’ll just put my life in your hands like I did countless of times despite the fact that you betrayed me and I haven’t heard from you in FOUR FRIGGING YEARS and I could literally die in front of your eyes”. WHO DOES THAT????????? Chuuya Nakahara, apparently. That being said, I can’t believe my favorite skk moment is also the moment that makes me raging THE MOST. Of course I’m still outrageously bitter because Dazai literally called him partner, folded his clothes (yes, I’m bringing back the vintage receipts here), washed his face from the blood and then…left him there??? WHAT THE FUCK DAZAI???

2. When they pull the power couple aesthetic. When they actually work together as a team, they are mesmerizing to watch. You can see that the roots of their partnership are still there, that they know each other so much that sometimes they don’t even need words to communicate. They are not Soukoku for nothing, after all. 

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3. When Chuuya fake killed Dazai (aka, Soukoku in a nutshell). Ah this is such a powerful moment, the cherry on top of a scene where Dazai did everything he could to push Chuuya on the verge of murder, just to see him almost doing it. I can’t help but think how liberating this gesture must have been for Chuuya, he finally let out a little bit of his frustration (that’s why he was there in the first place. After four years he’s still bugged by him, he still wants some sort of revenge, he still needs a closure Dazai is not willing to give him). But that’s it. You can say you’ll kill him all you want, my little Chuuya, but will you really? I don’t think so, because you care and love him so much it’s almost painful to watch. And if you, Dazai, could stop toying with him every chance you get, I’d really appreciate it. Thank you very much.

4. Every time Dazai reminds Chuuya that he knows everything about him. Tell us more about those moves and those thrusts Dazai, we’re all ears. 

5. DORKS. First of all, I want Dazai saying “CHUUUYAAAAAA” as the sound people hear passing next to my grave. Second. I feel so robbed because in the manga Dazai actually laugh his ass off at Chuuya’s “little rich girl” impression. 

Originally posted by seieiryu

Originally posted by zoemichaelisphantomhive

- bonus: all the official art involving them is a blessing sent from the gods, I think that Bones ships them as much as we do if not more (remember the park date one? HONESTLY). But there’s one that has has a special place in my heart:

LISTEN. L I S T E N. I could talk about this art literally for two days straight because ??? You can try to convince me all you want, but this is made to be somehow romantic. Look at the way Dazai is tilting his chin up, it looks like he’s waiting for a kiss. And Chuuya is looking in our direction but if he was to look down he’ll be right above Dazai’s lips and ???? WHAT THE FUCK??? Not to mention what’s probably the most fucked up thing here that is THE FLOWERS. It’s a Camellia Japonica, or Japanese Quince, and they are the symbol of love, temptation, passion and deep desire. That’s it y’all. I’m out. I don’t even know what to say anymore. Soukoku might not be canon, but sure as hell they are baiting it…a lot. 

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Ask me my top 5 things!

Minor issue here, but:

Can we stop making meta about how there must not be female galra because in a setting 85% populated with modest, concealing uniforms and relatively few people getting spoken dialogue, we don’t have explicitly confirmed female galra.

Can we especially stop saying “maybe Keith’s mom is Actually A Second Dad” because I’m pretty dang sure Dad Kogane would be clear on his partner’s pronouns considering they got far enough in their relationship to have a child together. If Keith had two dads, his recollection of his father would not be calling other dad “your mother”.

First, we know VLD aliens do not conform to cissexist human expectations of what makes someone Female ™. The balmerans are all flat-chested. Several of the merfolk, including Plaxum once she takes her jellyfish off, are clearly shirtless and do not appear to have any visible breasts. One of the workers at Sal’s restaurant is explicitly female and has a lovely beard.

Allura, who knows how Galra culture and physiology works, disguises herself as a foot soldier. It goes off without a hitch- Shiro is the one who, unintentionally, blows their cover. This pretty much confirms for us there are female soldiers in the empire and they are not unusual at all.

Haggar passes as a female galra and is treated as such. Allura didn’t find Haggar suspicious until she realized Haggar was Altean.

Again: Allura grew up and spent most of her life in peacetime and open exchange with the galra, to the point that she traveled through galra spaceports hundreds of times. Allura would know if there aren’t any female galra. Furthermore, if the galra were monogendered and presented exclusively as what we would call masculine, we would expect Allura during her stint as a footsoldier, or Haggar being part of the empire, to alter presentation accordingly to fit in, if not both of them.

Female galra are a thing. It’s canon. Am I a little frustrated we don’t have a lot of explicitly confirmed female galra in the cast, yeah absolutely, but the solution to that is not to write fanon rules about how there can’t be female galra. 

I’ve been wanting to draw Kanera chibis for… years. I guess that S4 trailer finally got me to sketch this out.

Open Letter to Harry Styles Fans

To the Fans,

We understand that many of you are upset as tickets were nearly impossible to get. And now you are seeing some of them are on resale sites.

We recognize the frustration of the fandom — most of you did not get tickets and that has created the overall impression the system did not work.

Many of you have asked us to explain ourselves, so here are the numbers.

A FEW HUNDRED THOUSAND #VERIFIEDFANS TRYING TO BUY 45,000 TICKETS.

The North American tour sold out in record time because of massive demand and that means most of you did not successfully get tickets. Even if you did everything right and pushed the button exactly at 10AM, so did hundreds of thousands of other fans.

95% OF THE TICKETS WENT TO FANS. NOT BOTS AND NOT SCALPERS.

That’s the power of #VerifiedFan. And like you, we are proud of Harry and his commitment to make sure his fans are the ones who will be at his shows.

But what about all those listings on unofficial resale sites? While it may sound like a lot, we have only seen about 2,000 tickets posted for resale. That means less than 5% of all tickets are posted on resale sites.

HARRY HAS ASKED US TO REVIEW EVERY PURCHASE TO MAKE SURE IT WAS FAIR.

In order to get even more tickets to YOU the actual fans, Harry and his management have asked that Ticketmaster cancel any orders that violated our purchase policy. We are actively identifying any orders in violation of our policies, which may result in some tickets being cancelled that are currently listed on secondary sites.

If that happens, we will let you know how those tickets will be safely distributed to fans.

We know that no matter the circumstances, it’s upsetting not to get tickets to support an artist, especially as much as you all clearly love Harry. We hope that having access to the facts makes it a little less frustrating. It has been so amazing seeing the fanbase be so supportive of each other. Thank you for your patience, your support for Harry, and most of all for being incredible fans.

We’ll update you as soon as we have more information.

Here’s that fic I wrote that I don’t like.  It’s untitled, but it’s inspired by the song Unanswered Prayers by Garth Brooks.


Even though the sun hasn’t quite reached halfway to its zenith, the day is already hot enough that Dean is eyeing the pond on the far side of the park with serious consideration.  The fact that it’s brown and muddy, and the surrounding land is torn up by ducks and geese and stinks of bird shit is only slightly off putting.  Which means he’s either suffering from heat stroke, because gross, or it’s time to head over to the lemonade stand for some cold liquid refreshment.

“Hey, babe?”  He calls over his shoulder.

“Hm?”

“I’m going to get a lemonade.  Want one?”

“Get me one with raspberries?”

Dean smiles.  “You bet.  Back in a few.”

Before he leaves the shade under the awning, he presses a kiss to a warm cheek.  He gets a distracted smile in response, but doesn’t stick around for more.  He’s caught in the siren song coming from the stand at the other end of the Farmer’s Market that sells fresh squeezed lemonade.  His mouth is already watering at the thought.

It’s even hotter outside the shade, and he can feel the sun’s heat sinking into his shoulders and arms, making him glad he remembered sunscreen this week.  He’ll probably still end up with a slew of new freckles, though.  At least there’s a slight breeze cooling his skin where it’s bared by his shorts and tank top.  He plucks at his shirt, encouraging a little air circulation under the sweat-damp material.  

The line at the lemonade stand isn’t too long, at least.  He steps up behind the others waiting their turn, and hums under his breath, letting his mind wander over the latest notes he’d received from his editor.  It’s a little frustrating that he’s going to have to cut a scene he’d been planning for so long, but also a relief that Charlie agrees with his decision.  As usual he’d gotten caught up in writer’s block due to being stubborn about the direction of the story, but after talking it out with her, his mind is already racing ahead to the next five scenes.

He’s almost to the front of the line when a voice he hasn’t heard in years breaks him from his musings.

“Dean?”

“Lisa?”  Dean grins as he turns to greet her.  “Holy shit, hi!”

It’s as natural as breathing to accept the hug she offers him with outstretched arms.  Although there’s the slightest twinge of oddness when he realizes she’s not quite as tiny as he remembers her to be.

The hug is tight, but short and she steps back to look up at him, her dark eyes alight with happiness.  “Wow.  Dean Winchester.  I wasn’t sure sure it was you at first.  How long has it been?”

He purses his lips as he digs through old memories.  The last one he can vaguely recall is a lazy Sunday spent fishing on a summer day just like this one.  “Man… I think it was the summer after graduation?  So seventeen… eighteen years?”

Lisa rolls her eyes with a groan.  “Oh god, has it really been that long?  Now I feel old.”

He chuckles at her distress.  “Well if it makes you feel better, you look great.”

And she does.  A quick glance reveals that she’s still fit and trim.  Her hair is still glossy and thick, and her skin smooth.  Only the faint laugh lines around her eyes and the sharper edge of her cheekbones show her age at all.  When he was a kid, his eyes would have lingered on her body or her mouth, but while he still finds her beautiful, she no longer makes his heart race the way it did when he was in high school.

Her cheeks flush under the compliment.  “Well thank you.  You’re looking good too.”  She circles her fingers in the direction of his eyes.  “The glasses are cute.”

Striking a dignified pose, he reaches up and pushes them up higher on the bridge of his nose.  “I’ve been told they make me look distinguished.”

Lisa laughs, light and melodious.  “I guess that’s better than ‘nerdy’.”

He waves a dismissive hand.  “I’d take that as a compliment these days.”

She blinks at him, and he can tell she’s surprised.  But before she can respond, the last person in line ahead of him leaves with their lemonade, and the young man running the stand calls for the next customer.

“You want something?” Dean asks Lisa, hooking a thumb towards the menu hanging next to the stall.  She nods, then immediately tries to talk him out of paying, but he won’t hear it.  “It’s just a lemonade, Lis’.”  The old nickname rolls of his tongue.  “It’s not like I’m buying a fancy dinner.”

After a moment she relents, and Dean orders two large lemonades and a large raspberry lemonade.  When Lisa lifts a questioning brow at the third order, he grins.  “That one is for the ol’ ball and chain.”

Her eyebrows go up.  “You’re married?”

“Yeah, going on ten years now.”  He accepts the first drink from the kid making them, and passes it over to Lisa.  She looks so flabbergasted that he laughs.  “What?  Didn’t think anyone would want me?”

She accepts the cup, but gives him a stern look.  “It’s not that.  I’m just surprised you finally settled down.”

With a wince and a nod, he accepts her explanation.  “Fair point.”  He accepts the other two drinks, and steps away from the stand to give the next customer room to order.  “Want to meet ‘em?  We have a booth over that way-” he gestures with his own drink, “-selling honey.”

She smiles brightly.  “I’d love to.”

He tilts his head in a motion to follow him and sets off across the market, weaving through the empty spots in the crowds.  Despite the heat, he’s not in a hurry.  The ice in his lemonade chills it enough that he’s worried about brain freeze if he sucks it down too fast, and now he’s able to actually enjoy the day.  As well as the company.

“So you sell honey now?” Lisa asks in between sips of her own drink.

“Yeah, we have a bunch of hives.  Although that’s just fun money.  I pay the bills with my books.”

Lisa almost misses a step, and she looks up at him with wide eyes.  “Your books?  Are you saying you’re a writer?”

“Published and everything.”  Okay, so he may be bragging a little bit, but he is kinda famous now.  

“What do you write?”

“Horror mostly.”  He grins down at her.  “It’s cathartic to turn all the noise in my head into bloody death and destruction on the pages.”

She pales slightly.  “Really?”

“Most of my stories have a happy ending.”  Not his first few books.  It took finding his his own happy ending - and beyond - to learn how to write them for his characters.  

“Huh.  Maybe I’ll have to check them out.”

He can tell from her tone that she’s not really interested.  It’s a little bit of a bummer, but he knows the horror genre isn’t for everyone.  Especially for someone as optimistic as Lisa.  So he decides to change the subject.  “What about you?  What’s been going on in your life and what brings you back to Lawrence?”

She visibly brightens.  “I’m moving back here to be closer to my family.  Plus I’m opening a yoga studio.”

“Oh yeah?  That’s pretty awesome.”  The crowds part and he can see the honey stand not too far away.  There’s a young couple sorting through the jars, pointing out different flavors to each other as they try to decide which one they want.  Dean always suggests the blackberry.  It’s his favorite.

“I’m excited for it,” she says.  Then her voice turns shy.  “I also… have a son.”

That grabs Dean’s attention, and he turns his head so he can focus on her again.  “Wow, really?  Tell me about him.”

“His name is Ben, and he’s thirteen.”  Lisa goes on to tell him about how Ben is a little flirt with the girls, and loves classic rock.  She laughs and points out how it’s funny that her son is turning out so much like the bad boy type that she’s always been into.  “His dad’s not around,” she says with a shrug and a grin, “So apparently I’m the bad influence.”

Dean scoffs.  “Sounds to me like you’re the best influence.”

She laughs.  “Thanks, I guess.”

They’re stopped just outside the stand now, and the couple picking through the honey has made their decision and are walking away with their purchase.  Dean leads Lisa into the empty space they leave behind.  He meets curious blue eyes over the table still half full of honey jars.  Ten years, and those eyes still make his pulse race as if he’s looking at his crush instead of his spouse.  “Hey, babe, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

With a nod, Castiel stashes the money he just made in the cash box and gently closes the lid.  As if it’s a delicate piece of crystal and not a clunky metal box.  Dean’s eyes follow the movements of his long, delicate fingers before turning to Lisa to gauge her reaction to his husband.  

She looks slightly confused, her smile not quite as full as it was before, and he bites his bottom lip to suppress a grin.  It used to be hard to come out to people.  But now, he enjoys the shock factor.  It’s almost as good as hearing fans talk about how scared shitless they are when they read his books.  And Lisa hadn’t been a part of his life for several years by the time he came to terms with his bisexuality, so she had no clue about the secret he’d been keeping from the world when they were in high school.

Castiel comes around the table and stands next to Dean.  He accepts the raspberry lemonade Dean hands him with a grateful smile, and then turns his attention to Lisa.  “Hello.”

“Lisa, this is my husband Castiel.”  Dean snakes an arm around Castiel’s waist and pulls him close.  The back of his shirt is even more damp than Dean’s despite the fact that he’s stayed in the shade the whole time they’ve been at the Market.  “Cas, this is Lisa.  We were a thing way back in highschool.”

Lisa looks back and forth between them for a moment, disbelief clear in her eyes.  But it fades quickly when she realizes Dean is serious.  “Hello, Cas.  It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s good to meet you as well,” Castiel says, all formality, because heaven forbid he shed his private schooled, silver-spoon-in-the-mouth, upbringing.  Not that Dean minds.  He thinks it’s sexy.  “Dean has talked about you, and I’m happy to put a face with the name.”

“Oh no!” Lisa laughs.  “That doesn’t sound good.”

Castiel’s smile is gentle, but his eyes shine with good humor.  “I’ve only heard good things, I promise.”

Lisa laughs again and expresses her disbelief, but Castiel is insistent.  Eventually their conversation turns to the honey sold at the stand, and Dean stands back and watches them interact while sipping his lemonade.  

It’s odd, seeing his past and his present standing side by side, talking about the pollination habits of bees.  Lisa had been his everything when they were kids.  Eighteen had seemed so grown up at the time, but looking back on it now from the comfort of his mid-thirties, he can only shake his head at how young they’d truly been.  It’s no wonder their relationship hadn’t worked out.  Despite wanting the apple pie dream of a marriage, kids, and little house with the white picket fence, Dean had the heart of a wanderer and hesitated to promise to plant roots.  Not to mention the fact that he still had a lot of growing up to do, although he hadn’t realized it at the time.  Lisa was ready to settle down, and kept turning Dean down when he asked her to hop in the car and go adventuring with him.  When they both realized that things between them weren’t going to go past a promise ring, they’d drifted apart.  

Dean had prayed every night for a long time that she’d change her mind.  But when he came back to Lawrence after a year on the road, he’d learned that she’d moved away.  With no way to find her he’d finally given up hope that they’d get back together and give life together a go.  And he’d gone back out on the road, looking for the happiness he longed for.

Eight years, thousands more miles on the Impala, and a couple published books later, Dean met Castiel.  He’d been out trolling for a one night stand, but he’d been hooked by Castiel’s dark messy hair, passionate blue eyes instead.  And he discovered a man to love under the thick layer of sexy.  One night turned into two, which turned into a week, and somehow it spread into the last ten years.  And hopefully their whole lives to come.

They had the marriage part of Dean’s childhood dreams, but instead of a house in a nice neighborhood they had a little farmhouse with a small orchard on the edge of town Dean had grown up in.  They weren’t sure yet if they wanted to expand their family past their siblings and nieces and nephews, but it wasn’t off the table yet.  In the meantime Dean had his books, Castiel had his bees, and most of all, they had each other.  Maybe it wasn’t “apple pie”, but since pecan is his favorite anyway, it worked out perfectly.

At eighteen he hadn’t known this kind of happiness could exist.

He wonders if he could have found it with Lisa.  Perhaps.  He’d definitely loved her.  But with almost two decades between their time together and now, he certainly can’t imagine what his life would have been like if he’d gotten what he’d prayed for back then.  He doesn’t even want to try.

“Well, I’d better get out of here,” Lisa says.  “It’s almost time for me to pick Ben up from baseball practice.”

Dean shakes away his thoughts, and focuses on her.  “You should bring him around some time.  I’d love to meet him.”

“I’d like that.”  And she looks like she genuinely means it.  Which is great.  Dean would love to rekindle their friendship.

Castiel and Lisa exchange goodbyes, and then Castiel leans into Dean’s side while they both watch her disappear into the crowd.  

“She seems very nice,” Castiel murmurs.

“Yeah, she’s cool.”

He feels Castiel’s eyes on the side of his face.  “Just cool?  Wasn’t she the girl you prayed to God you’d get to keep forever?”

Dean chuckles and turns to meet Castiel’s eyes.  His husband’s lips are just barely turned up at the corner, a sure tell that he’s teasing.  “I can’t believe you remember that.  We were both wasted when I told you about her.”

“You were wasted,” Castiel counters.  “My tolerance for alcohol is higher than yours.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t brag.”  Dean leans in and presses a kiss to Castiel’s lips.  

When they pull apart, Dean sighs.  He’s not sure it’s possible for him to ever get tired of Castiel’s kisses.

“I’m pretty thankfully actually,” Dean murmurs.  He traces shapes against Castiel’s chest through the soft fabric of his t-shirt.  His finger brushes over the little golden cross hidden under the shirt’s collar.  Castiel has rarely taken it off since Dean gave it to him on their five year anniversary.  Dean’s firmly settled into being an atheist, but Castiel still has his faith, yet it’s not something that’s ever come between them.  “For not getting an answer to that prayer.”

“Hmm… yes, I’m rather grateful to Him for that myself.”  Castiel pecks him on the lips again, and then pulls away.  His fingers curl in the hem of Dean’s shirt, and he pulls him around the table and back under the shade of their booth.  

They don’t have more than a minute to sip at their drinks together before another customer comes up to the stand.  Castiel sets his lemonade aside so that he can assist them, and Dean watches him fondly.

His relationship with God had always been tenuous, even before he decided he didn’t believe at all.  But right then and there, he sends up a prayer of thanks for all the good things in his life.  You know, just in case someone is listening.  He may not have gotten what he asked for, not exactly.  But he wouldn’t trade what he has now for anything else in the world.

Second Chance (F)

Originally posted by ceohan

REQUESTED: a scenario based off the song Sick written by Youngjae. 

Reader (you) x Mark Tuan

Word Count: 1188

Warngins: none :)

note: since i didn’t update mayday yesterday, i felt bad because i haven’t written anything for you guys. anyways, requested by anon! i hope you like this one, my dear! it’s written differently than what i usually write so… it’s something new haha. take care everyone, since it’s freezing outside. happy reading everyone! -admin


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After a week of hitting your voice mail, Mark was close on giving up on you. All he wanted was to hear your voice. The voice that made his insides turn and his cheekbones rise. For two years, you two were happily dating with no problems at all. Or at least Mark thought there was no problem at all.

Coming up to your two year anniversary, you and Mark started to have frequent fights over small little things. You were frustrated at Mark because he didn’t change like he promised after fighting with you. And after a week of making up, Mark would slowly return to the person who you fought with. You told your friends about this problem and they told you to give up on him. They told you that you deserved better and you agreed. So one day, you snapped at Mark and broke up with him.

Mark never admit it, the way you looked at him with your callous expression when you left tore his heart apart. It made his days sad for weeks. He often wondered how did you and him end up like this since his days spent without you hurt so much. He wanted to forget you but it was hard for him to erase all of the memories of you laughing when you both enjoyed things together.  It dug deep down inside of him - your actions and the way you talk affected him. He would always wonder why he would do this to himself, remembering you in his memory. And no matter how hard he tried to forget, his thoughts would always wander their way back to you.

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“Aghh!” Mark screamed, hanging up his phone for the fifth time and slamming down on the counter. Did you change your phone number? He just wanted to know if you were doing well or if your days were as sad as his. He hoped that you thought of him from the day you left him and that you would pick up the phone whenever he called. But of course, you didn’t pick up the phone.

What hurt him the most was when he saw you the other day. Your bright smile plastered on your face and your sparkling eyes. The happiness radiating out of you made Mark think that you never thought of him at all. After two years of dating, how could you not be hurt at all? But Mark was wrong to think that way since he didn’t know you spent hours crying in your room. You wanted Mark back in your life but you could never bring yourself to confess. And so you moved on.

“Hyung, you okay?” Jinyoung questioned, after hearing Mark scream at his phone.

“I’m fine.” Was all Mark said these days. He was usually quiet at dorm but normally he would speak a few words. Nowadays, Mark said nothing to the members. Not even one word except for ‘I’m fine’. It worried the members since they saw the effect you had on Mark. But they didn’t say a word.

“It’s a nice day outside. Maybe take a walk to clear your mind.” Jinyoung suggested, patting Mark on the shoulder. And that was what Mark did. He walked down the street where you two both held hands and laughed together. He wandered around the area, reminiscing the days you two spent together. Arriving at a nearby park, he sat down on a bench, staring blankly at the scenery. Until, someone caught his vision.

You were sat at a table that was set up in front of a food trolley with a hotdog in front of you. You sat alone, with your phone pulled up on the table as you silently ate your hotdog. Mark admired you from afar, debating to himself if he should go up and talk to you. Although lost at words, Mark still wouldn’t let this opportunity slide. He knew that this moment would be the last time he would ever see you if he didn’t make a move.

Standing up from the bench, he took in a deep breath and took out his wallet. Approaching the food trolley, he calculated a plan in his head and decided to order a hotdog, just use it as an excuse to sit with you.

But you didn’t see him coming since you were too focused on your phone. So when a deep voice, with a hotdog in hand, asked you if he could sit in front of you, you immediately recognized the voice. Looking up at Mark, you stared blankly at him, in shock that he was standing in front of you.

“Sure.” You nodded quietly, watching Mark’s actions as he sat down in front of you. You stared at him and his features. It has been months since you last saw him which made you forget how good looking he was. You wanted to tell him that you missed him. You wanted to burst out and cry, begging him to take you back. But you remained silent.

“Did you change your number?” Mark spoke up, looking up from the table and making eye contact with you.

“Yeah,” You breathed out, still in shock that Mark was sitting in front of you, “I broke my phone a couple months ago so I had to get a new number.”

“Makes sense.” Mark stated, taking a bite from his hotdog.

“How are you?” You asked, trying to make a conversation with him. You wanted to hear his voice so badly that you just blurted out anything that came out of your mouth.

“Can’t say I’m doing great,” Mark sighed, running his fingers through his hair, “But I’m good enough to make it through the day.”

“Mark, are you okay?” You raised your eyebrows in concern, observing his actions. He was different than he was before. He sounded more depressed and down than before. And you knew Mark too well to know that he was feeling down.

“I missed you.” Mark boldly said, setting down his hotdog and looking straight at you. “I tried calling you to tell you this but you wouldn’t pick up.”

“Mark, I’m sor-”

“(Y/N),” Mark interrupted, pushing his hotdog to the side and leaned towards you, “I’m willing to do anything to change myself. Anything at all. Please just give me another chance and I promise you, I will change.”

You knew what your answer was when Mark first opened his mouth. You knew from the moment you saw him that he was dreading over the break up. And Mark knew that deep down inside of you, you wanted to get back together with him. And he wasn’t wrong about that. Even though the road to fixing up the patches would be long, you were willing to give Mark a second chance just to regain that happiness you had with him.

And so you flashed him the charming smile he always loved and nodded at him.

“Yes,” You whispered softly towards him, “I’ll give you a second chance.”

{Reaction} Their s/o Being Jealous

Hi I love your work I just have have a tiny question can you please do a reaction for bts were your jealous it’s okay if you can’t thank you bye bye

Note: I had fun with this ngl. Enjoy!~ ♥

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Min Yoongi/ Suga

Originally posted by yoonseok

Yoongi is a logical person, and doesn’t really care for extreme jealousy. He’d understand if he gave you a reason to be, or if the reason is legitimate, but if it’s over something ridiculous he can turn a little irritable over it. However, there is one thing that he doesn’t mind you being jealous over. His shirt. Whenever he’s in dance practice, he’ll be sure to invite you along. He loves the way that you bit your lower lip when his shirt is so close to showing off his chest but doesn’t. It drives you crazy, and he knows it, so he plays on it, knowing what’s building up within the two of you that will be let out like wildfire when you get to the privacy of your place or his dorm room.

{y/n}: “It’s not fair. Your shirt gets to hug you all day and all I can do is watch.” *playfully pouting*

Yoongi: *smirks* “Feel free to take it off. You know my body is as good as yours.”


Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jeonify

Jungkook is the least likely to make you jealous over anything because he spends so much time showing how much he loves you. Sure, he spends a lot of time in his job and a substitute of time with his friends, but you knew what you were in for when you agreed to a first date. So what does that leave you to be jealous of? Him, himself, of course. Jungkook has dance moves as sweet as a ballet performer, or as sexy as a stripper, he likes to remind you of that on a daily basis. But he’s well aware of this admiration and jealousy, and so he was nice enough to teach you a move or two.

{y/n}: “Jungkook-ah, I don’t think getting me to grind on you isn’t teaching me anything, it’s just making me frustrated. If we don’t stop I think I’m going to need you.”

Jungkook: “That was my intention the whole time, Jagiya.” *wraps his arms around you, smirking*

{y/n}: *mumbling how you’re going to ask Jimin for lessons next time.*

Jungkook: *growls and pushes you against the wall* “I don’t think that will be necessary” *who’s jealous now?*


Kim Taehyung/ V

Originally posted by chimneytaels

Since Taehyung spends a lot of time working and on tour, it is understandable that you would feel lonely and perhaps a little jealous of his friends because of the time that they get to spend with him. Not only do they work and tour with him, they also live with him. You’re not spiteful of it, and you would never dream of ever making a fuss over it, but it can be a little frustrating when sometimes you can’t even have him for one night.

Taehyung: “I know I can’t be home a lot. I’m sorry. You know how much I love you Jagi. I get a few months off after this comeback and I promise to make it all up to you.”


Kim Namjoon/ Rap Monster

Originally posted by rapnamu

What else is there to be jealous of Namjoon than his smart brain? It’s not like th rubs it in that he’s so incredibly smart, but he totally does. You’ll be learning English/ Korean, and he’ll just walk by, oh so innocently pointing out that you’re wrong. He only does this because he knows how much it motivates you. With each time he tells you there’s room for improvement, you’ll try even harder, and to him, that is the most important thing in the world. There’s also the fact that he simply likes to just see you frustrated, and well, when it comes to more ‘intimate times’ he likes to be proved how much more dominant and smart you are.

{y/n}: “Stupid, am I? Do you think I’m stupid? We’ll see how stupid you are when you can barely remember your own name.”

Namjoon: “Bring it baby.”


Jung Hoseok/ J-Hope

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

This piece of shit. He will intentionally do things to make you feel jealous. Nothing major, but like, small things. Hugging a bear instead of you, sending you selcas of him kissing another member’s cheeks much to their dismay. It’s all good fun for him until you start playing his little game. He’d pout childishly during a break in the dance rooms, he’d be so caught up in his own jealousy as he stares at a photo of you kissing Kim Wonpil’s cheek that he didn’t hear Jungkook and Jimin snickering beside him. They were pretty proud of you for comeback of his antics tbh.

Hoseok: *comes home* “Do I need to show you why I’m the only person you kiss?”

{y/n}: “You should take your own advice.”

Hoseok: “… so that’s what that was all about. Okay fine, fair play, but don’t you dare kiss him again.”


Park Jimin

Originally posted by minblush

He’d be the kind of person that hates the idea of you getting jealous as he wouldn’t want you to ever be annoyed at him for something. If you’re acting off with him, he will be the member that would worry about it the most as he would be so anxiously trying to think of what he could have possibly done wrong since he always tries to hard to make you happy. When you’re jealous, or he can sense something is off, he will do everything to make sure to make you happy and hope that you will tell him what’s wrong. Most of the time, you’re not annoyed at him, and you might just be having a bad day or just forget to text him back, but on the odd occasion that you are annoyed at him he will ensure to talk things through and make it to to you.

Jimin: “I hope we can sort everything out Jagiya~”


Kim Seokjin/ Jin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jin would more than likely be rather annoyed if he found out you were jealous, especially if it was over something stupid. He’d be understanding if it was something legitimate, because he gets jealous too; he’s only human. If he found out that you were jealous he would more than likely be rather sarcastic with you and sassy in the way that we all know and love of our Jin. he’d more than likely stay like this for a while before realising how he’d been a little bit unreasonable with you and would then apologise to you and make it up to you.

{y/n}: “So I’m not allowed to be jealous? I’m not allowed to have feelings?”

Jin: “No, I’m expecting you to be a fucking robot.”

{y/n}: “Un-fucking-believable!”

*later*

Jin: “Jagi I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said.”

castorlovescourgette  asked:

Hello, to celebrate Inuyasha's birthday I would like my favourite hanyou with prompt 30, 'nailed it', please 😁 ❤

“This is a bike, Inuyasha.” “I CAN CONTROL THE BEAST!

What would happen if he finally learnt how to ride a bike according to me.

Happy birthday Inuyasha! ~

(I tried not to spend more than 1h on it, sorry it’s not that good.)

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The little voices inside your head (that drive you absolutely nuts).

(as in the Inside Out AU where Ryan doesn’t know what he did to deserve this)

anonymous asked:

Since it's Chuuya's birthday could you please do a top 5 Chuuya's moments?

Of course my dear, what a perfect way to celebrate the birthday of my favorite character! 

1. When he used corruption. Well, of course. This episode (and the chapter) despite the soukokuness was all about Chuuya and, as tainted as they may be, it showed his true colors. I’m emotionally attached to Corruption because it’s the testament of how selfless Chuuya is, how he’s willing to sacrifice himself and putting his life in the hands of another person (that partner he hates so much) in a blink of an eye if this means saving someone or fulfilling a mission. Thinking about how many times he did that in the past physically pains me. He didn’t know if he could have trusted Dazai on this, Dazai could have left him to die this time, it could have been all a plan to force him to use Corruption and then take him out…and yet. And yet he trusted him, once more. Despite the betrayal, he will always trust him. WHAT THE FUCK. 

Originally posted by nikforovs

2. When he was ready to go against his orders to avenge his subordinates. Mori told him to bring Q back alive, but still Chuuya wasn’t going to stop Dazai. This shows how much Chuuya cares about his subordinates, how he doesn’t consider people as just pawns in his hands, how their deaths affected him more than he’s willing to show, how human and full of emotions he is. This moment speaks louder about what kind of person Chuuya is. He’s not an executive for nothing, he’s loyal and one of the most powerful members of the Mafia, but if you wrong someone under his direct protection, you’re dead to him. 

3. When he went to visit the ADA’s secret base. A moment in which I’m Kenji tbh. I LOVED HIM during this scene, everything was quite frankly iconic. Mori telling him that he has “enough force to crush the ADA” alone (HONESTLY), the flirting with Ranpo (wink wink manga readers the next chapter is gonna be GOOD), his overconfident attitude, the fact that Dazai canonically talks about Chuuya, “WHO WANTS TO FIGHT AGAINST GRAVITY” (*Katniss voice*: I VOLUNTEER AS A TRIBUTE), the fact that he did defeat the ADA alone with nothing but his manipulative skills. He does have so much strength, a strength that doesn’t lie just in his physical abilities. 

Originally posted by buraihas

4. When the almost killed Dazai. As I already said in my top 5 soukoku moments, this is such a powerful moment, the cherry on top of a perfect introduction scene. You know I’m not the fondest person when it comes to Dazai, so for a split second I almost hoped for Chuuya to kill him regardless, but I already know he would have never done it for real. Still, I can’t help but think how liberating almost stabbing him in his throat must have been for Chuuya, he finally let out a little bit of a frustration that he had inside (that’s why he was there in the first place. After four years he’s still bugged by him, he still wants some sort of revenge, he still needs a closure Dazai is not willing to give him). But you can say you’ll kill him all you want, my little Chuuya, but will you really? I don’t think so because despite everything you still care and love him so much it’s almost painful to watch.

5. His every single appearance in the official art is my favorite moment, but this one surely takes the cake. This is such a relaxed version of Chuuya, without his signature clothes, his hat, his choker, his constantly worried and angry glare. He’s simply impossible to look away from. (WHERE IS THE MODELING CONTRACT THO)

- bonus: a special mention goes to bsd wan Chuuya, he’s simply the cutest (and the most relatable)

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