*makes squeaking noises*

Being a violinist

•good finger dexterity

•tiny fingers

•toned arms (especially if you play fiddle music like damn)

•beautiful instrument

•you’re automatically smart if you play the violin. don’t ask why. it’s apparently a stereotype. just go with it.

•kids love you regardless. play something they recognize and they will love you.

•backpack cases

•you develop good hand-eye coordination and enhanced muscle memory

•covers sound 10000000x better when they’re played on violin. 100% confirmed by scientists.

•you get gigs VERY often when you’re for hire (seriously when did people get so demanding for violinists/fiddlers?)

•jam sessions!!!

•dexterity in fingers = 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

•music stores are your best friend

•electric violins are BAD ASS.

•violins are so diverse. they can be in jazz, bluegrass, classical, blues, swing, folk, gypsy, burlesque, ragtime, and basically every style of music.

•good vibrato sounds like heaven

•just basically a fun instrument to play. seriously.

•calluses. calluses. calluses.

•HICKEYS. Hickeys. Yes they are a thing, don’t look at me like that.

•*shoulder rest decides to fly out from instrument while playing*

•backache. arm ache. backache. fingers are sore. neck is sore. everything hurts.

•"Can you play Beethoven?“

•don’t even bother going anywhere with customs. they’ll hold you back because your instrument case looks "suspicious”.

•*bridge decides to snap out from under strings while practicing*

•"Can you play Devil Went Down to Georgia?“

•no matter how hard you try to make that fourth octave C sound pretty, it’s still going to sound like you stuck a fork up a baby bird’s ass.

•"can you teach me how to play it?”

•doesn’t matter if you rosin your bow; slurring to the open E string will make a godawful squeaking noise.

•"I promise I won’t break it"

•watching movies/TV with a violinist makes you cringe because it’s obvious they’re not a real violinist. (seriously, when they’re playing whole note open G they’re playing eighth notes on the E string. what the fuck.)

•"I thought violin and fiddle were two different instruments!“

•that song may sound cool, but don’t bother learning it when it’s in the key of C#.

•up bow. down bow. down bow. up bow. down bow. up bow. down bow. Wait, fuck. *erase*

•"no, I did not slaughter a horse to make my own violin bow.”

•that soreness in your wrist is from your countless attempts to perfect that vibrato. oops.

•tuner? check. shoulder rest? check. mute? check. rosin? check. bows? check. instrument in tune? check. sheet music? check. Advil? yes.

•you’re automatically a stuck-up snob if you play violin. that’s also a stereotype. don’t ask why. I have no idea.

•when your string breaks, it’s the equivalent to having your life flash before your eyes.

•electric violins and their equipment are worth your entire bank account. js.

•"play this song! right now!“

•*bow hits microphone stand*

•"sorry, I couldn’t hear you since my instrument is always in my ear.”

•everything hurts.


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“It’s terrifying, he turned up at my house to give her roses, like I don’t even know how he found her!” Stiles sighed and Scott let out a low laugh.

“Not as bad as the practise you were late for, she cheered for him and he tripped, ploughed right into Greenburg.” They both laughed as they hurried over to your locker to find you attempting to stuffed bears and roses back into your locker.

“Can I burn these, is that bad… maybe I can give them to people.” You yelped and shoved a bear into the arms of a passing student.

“I think school prohibits setting fires in your locker.” Stiles mumbled as you gave up and let everything pool out on the floor.

“You just gonna leave that there?” Scott asked as you grabbed your bag and started walking to class.

“Yup.” You called back, smiling when Stiles scooted everything away from your locker to one a little way down the corridor.

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BTS reaction to u grabbing them when u get scared

Lmao i just noticed i put ‘u’ instead of “you” in the title, does that bother anyone? I’ll fix it if so.

Idk. I’m tired asf and i actually can’t remember if i came up with this bc of the thunder or saw it somewhere at some point so if i saw it creds to u thinker of the idea. (Btw the gifs aren’t their reactions. Just cute gifs of them)


Originally posted by tbhobi

-I feel like Hobi would giggle for a bit and wrap his arms around you because he loves cuddles and hugs (especially from you)
-Then he would probably see what made you scared and get scared himself
-He would make a little squeak noise and pull you closer
-probably hide his face in the crook of your neck
-all in all you being scared leads to him being scared


Originally posted by jeonbase

-Yoongi would probably just give you this unamused look
-Then sneakily slip his arm around your waist and turn his head away
-But he’d keep sneaking looks at you out of the corner of his eyes
-He would pull you into his side with that one arm and just hold you there
-But for the sake of swag he would hold in his smile until you looked away
-Or closed your eyes
-Or hid your face
-Just any way you wouldn’t be able to see his smile because he’s too swag


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

-I feel like Namjoon would just shrug like “alright” and kiss your forehead
-Whatever scared you wouldn’t bother him like at all 
-Neither would you cuddling him
-He’d just pull you into his lap and sit there with his arms around your waist and his lips against your forehead until whatever it was went away
-He literally would just sit there with his lips on your forehead 
-The epitome of adorable and chill all at once


Originally posted by bwipsul

-Kookie loves it
-He LIVES for when you koala on him
-He is the maknae so it’s nice for him to feel like the bigger, stronger man for awhile
-He’d just grab your waist and tug you into his lap
-One arm would go around your waist and the other around your back
-He’d plant a very quick kiss on top of your head and then just sit there and smirk
-Later he’d be a little shit about it 

Poor jagi got scared of a little ____. You’re alright now, aren’t you? Or should i hold you again?”


Originally posted by mvssmedia

-Lets be honest, Tae would just see it as an opportunity to cuddle
-He would be in awe of how adorable u look all curled up against him
-He would be the koala honestly
-He’d wrap his arms and legs around your body and lay you both down on the couch
-He would hold you to his chest and grin
-The two of you would probably fall asleep like that
-You wouldn’t even need a blanket bc he was basically covering you
-Then you’d wake up to see his smiling face and just be happy


Originally posted by itschiminie

-Jimin being Jimin (Otherwise known as the big bad ball of fluff and tongue flashes) would probably giggle
-He’d cross his legs and pull you into his lap where u could curl up in a ball
-Depending on how bad u got scared he may or may not kiss your forehead
-If u were a little scared he would
-If you were a lot scared he’d probably just kiss you
-Like full on makeout session bc how could you not with that beauty
-The movie would be forgotten
-Whether that be because you took it further or because you cuddled until you fell asleep would depend on both of your moods


Originally posted by rapdaegu

-Precious angel
-He’d stare at you thinking like ‘Why is my jagi so cute’
-Then he’d hug you and smile and that’d pretty much be it
-You’d just sit there together and hold hands but you’d sit way closer to him the rest of the time
-He’d probably feel bolder thanks to your fear and pull yous legs across his lap
-For the sake of closeness
-And just because he’d do anything to keep you from being afraid

Note: Okay so some of their personalities are hard for me to master in general but different ones have different things. In the thing i’ve been working on for the past few days (will be posted soon, it’s how they react to you being sad but it keeps deleting all of my progress for Jimin so i’m just like y’know what i’m taking a quick break lmao) it was Taehyung but now it’s Jin and who knows who i’ll have trouble with next lol. Message or ask me how you think he’d react! I’d love to know! Love to all

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written by: Emily | @prosciuttoe

prompt: ‘Post season three, Clarke decides she needs a haircut and asks Bellamy to help her.’ for anonymous

word count: 1533

In which a haircut helps Clarke realize that there are a lot of things that she needs to tell Bellamy.

There aren’t many things that Clarke misses about the Ark. She doesn’t miss the stale, recycled air that leaves her with a sour taste on her tongue; The relentless, enduring hum of the machines lasting through the night; the too-white walls that make her vision blur and her eyes sting after long shifts at the med bay.

The only thing she misses are the bathrooms.

Or, to be more specific, the private bathrooms attached to the apartments.

She yelps when the door slams open, the sound of wood striking metal jarring against the quiet of the room. Instinctively, she fumbles for the towel wrapped around her, hefting it higher.

There’s a beat where Bellamy, eclipsed by a halo of light and bearing an uncanny resemblance to one of the Greek gods that grace the covers of his tattered novels, just sort of stares, before it apparently dawns on him that she’s not exactly decent.

“Sorry,” he says, flushing. His voice is scratchy, and she has to repress the quick shiver that rushes up her spine. “Didn’t think anyone else would be in here at this time of night.”

“It’s a communal shower,” she deadpans, relaxing and flexing her hands by her sides. “I think it’s safe to assume that there’s always going to be someone in here. Even at three in the morning.”

He shrugs at that, the motion pulling his shirt distractingly tight around his shoulders. “I can come back later, if you want. Let you finish up.”

“It’s fine,” she insists, and it only strikes her then how true the words are. “I really don’t mind.”

The corners of his lips quirk up at that; the smallest of smiles. “Only if you’re sure, Princess. Wouldn’t want to interrupt your beautification routine.”

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“I have been thinking of this for months, now,” he said, with keen anticipation. “Every night, folded up in that godforsaken nutshell of a berth, listening to Fergus grunt and fart across the cabin. I thought it all out, just what I would do, did I have ye naked and willing, no one in hearing, and room enough to serve ye suitably.” He lathered the cake of soap vigorously between his palms, and applied it to his face. 

“Well, I’m willing enough,” I said, intrigued. “And there’s room, certainly. As for naked …” 

“I’ll see to that,” he assured me. “That’s part o’ the plan, aye? I shall take ye to a private spot, spread out a quilt to lie on, and commence by sitting down beside you.” 

“Well, that’s a start, all right,” I said. “What then?” I sat down next to him on the berth. 

He leaned close and bit my earlobe very delicately. “As for what next, then I shall take ye on my knee and kiss ye.” He paused to illustrate, holding my arms so I couldn’t move. He let go a minute later, leaving my lips slightly swollen, tasting of ale, soap, and Jamie. 

“So much for step one,” I said, wiping soapsuds from my mouth. “What then?” 

“Then I shall lay ye down upon the quilt, twist your hair up in my hand and taste your face and throat and ears and bosom wi’ my lips,” he said. “I thought I would do that until ye start to make squeaking noises.” 

“I don’t make squeaking noises!” 

“Aye, ye do,” he said. “Here, hand me the towel, aye?” “Then,” he went on cheerfully, “I thought I would begin at the other end. I shall lift up your skirt and—” His face disappeared into the folds of the linen towel. 

“And what?” I asked, thoroughly intrigued. 

“And kiss the insides of your thighs, where the skin’s so soft. The beard might help there, aye?” He stroked his jaw, considering.

“It might,” I said, a little faintly. 

Etc etc etc

Voyager Diana Gabaldon

Done Chapter 3: Hush in the Room

Alright chapter 3 and once again more shout outs. Thanks to its-moonie-chan for all of their help in the last chapter and for being so amazing and supportive of my writing. Now onto the fic.

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Chapter 1/Prologue / Chapter 2

In the castle, most people wake up for breakfast around 7 in the morning. However, unless they all wanted to eat the food goo again, which had quickly become their least favourite non-toxic food in the universe, it meant you could find Hunk in the kitchens cooking up something new for them to eat a little earlier.

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“The usual?” Hunk asks him when he comes in.

Lance supposes he should be more concerned that he has a regular order at the fast food restaurant on the college campus, but considering the perks - frequent discounts on his food and access to the company’s private, password protected wi-fi so he gets faster internet - he can’t seem to find a reason to be concerned at all.

“Yeah,” he answers, digging out a few crumpled bills from his pocket and laying them on the counter.

“Rough day?” Hunk asks as he takes the money and taps in Lance’s order.


“Biology or chemistry?”


“Ouch. Drinks on me,” Hunk says, handing Lance a cup and his change.

“Thanks.” Lance gives him a brief smile and shuffles over to the soda dispenser. He should probably get something without caffeine. He needs to sleep eventually. He gets Coke anyway and goes back to the counter, his order already prepared and on a tray.

“Hey,” Hunk says, leaning forward as Lance picks it up. “I’d eighty-six the fries if I were you.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Keith has a habit of spitting in them if he hates you.” He gestures behind him with his thumb.

Lance leans around Hunk. Keith - who must be new because Lance has never seen him before - is shuffling the fries with a frown on his face, the expression deepening when he sees Lance looking at him. He turns back to the fries and grabs the salt container, aggressively shakes it over the fries.

“But I don’t even know him. Why would he hate me?”

Hunk leans closer and whispers, “He thinks you’re cute and he can’t handle his feelings.”

Lance snorts and looks at Keith again. Maybe it’s the tiredness talking, but he is kind of cute, despite the scowl and the mullet. He stares at him only a moment more before setting his tray down and picking up the fries.

“Hey!” he calls. “Hey!” he calls again when Keith ignores him.

“What?” Keith grumbles, not looking up.

“Give me new ones, but this time maybe you can write your number on it. We can swap spit later in the more traditional way.”

Keith’s head snaps up and his cheeks go bright pink. He opens his mouth, closes it, then makes an odd squeaking noise before stomping out of sight.

“You scared him,” Hunk chuckles.

“Shouldn’t he be happy I want to kiss him instead of kill him?”

“He’ll come around. He’s just shy. I mean, the dude did contaminate your food in a passive-aggressive attempt at saying ‘I like you’.”

“That’s true.”

“His shift ends at eight, by the way.”

“What a coincidence. I do believe it will take me that long to finish all my work.”

Hunk smiles. “Good luck.”

taylahvblogs  asked:

If you're still taking prompts I was wondering if you would do a angsty type future fanfic where jughead has to go to Alice (like in a hospital) and he asks her for permission to marry Betty and she says yes surprisingly and then turn really fluffy. Sorry that was really complicated I'm not the greatest at writing :)

Sorry this took so long, hope this is what you wanted!

A/N: Set about 6-7 years in the future - Jughead and Betty are probably around 22 or 23

Jughead silently slipped into the pristine hospital room, the florescent light near the door flickering ever-so-slightly as he made his way past the carts of medical equipment and cleaning supplies sitting near the door.  

“I had a feeling you’d be stopping by,” Alice Cooper called to him from the hospital bed, her head slowly turning to watch him step into the room out of the corner of her eye.

“I would have come sooner, but I wasn’t entirely sure if you wanted to see me,” Jughead admitted, taking in her brittle frame and sunken-in cheeks as he made his way over to the bed.

“But you came anyway,” Alice stated, her chin twitching up slightly as she raised her eyebrows at him - the signature Cooper way of daring anyone to argue with her.

“I guess I had to take a leap of faith,” Jughead admitted, shoving his hands in his jacket pocket as he took a step closer to her.

“Fair enough,” Alice muttered, her gaze drawing away from him and finding its way to a nearby chair on the other side of the room. “Since you’re here, you might as well take a seat. It’s not like I’m going anywhere anytime soon.”

Jughead did as he was instructed, pulling the chair closer to the bed and lowering himself onto its uncomfortable-looking cushion.

“So Mr. Jones,” Alice began, using every bit of strength she had left to lift herself into a sitting position. “How’s my daughter?”

“She wanted to come see you,” Jughead told her, his gaze dropping to the tiled floor. “But I think she’s afraid. You know, after the way you guys left things, I think she’s convinced herself that you never wanted to see her again.”

“That’s absolutely ridiculous, she’s my daughter for christ’s sake,” Alice spat. “Did she tell you about our fight? What drove her to launch the vase at my head and storm out of the house like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum?”

“She didn’t go into detail,” Jughead explained, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he leaned forward to speak much more quietly. “But I’m a reporter, Mrs. Cooper - I know how to fill in the blanks.”

“Then it’s even more surprising that you’re here now,” Alice admitted, her weak hand shaking as she reached for the glass of water on the tray near her bed. Jughead saw her struggle and quickly lifted it from the tray and handed it to her, bending the straw down to her level for easier access. “If you know that you’re the cause of ripping apart a mother and daughter, what could you possibly be doing at that same mother’s deathbed?”

“I came to see you today because I knew that Betty couldn’t,” Jughead explained, setting the cup back on the tray before settling back into his seat. Having not been the answer she was expecting, Alice’s head shot up to stare at Jughead with wide eyes. “And believe it or not, Mrs. Cooper, that’s more important to me than feeling liked or welcomed by you.”

“Well, well, Jughead Jones has a little more spunk in him than I thought,” Alice muttered to herself. “I respect that.”

Alice crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes never leaving Jughead’s gaze.

“Now tell me why you’re really here,” Alice instructed, and Jughead’s heart skipped a beat as he feigned innocence at her accusation of ulterior motives.

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you’re-”

“Please,” Alice scoffed. “I might be a little out of practice with my reporting skills, Mr. Jones, but I spend enough time watching people nowadays to notice that you’ve been fiddling with something in your coat pocket since you stepped into this hospital room. And I also know enough about your relationship with my daughter to realize that you’ve been dating for over seven years now. And in knowing both of these things, and the fact that you cared enough about Betty to set aside your personal feelings for me, and show up here today - anyone could come to the conclusion that you were here to ask me something.”

Jughead turned his head away, rubbing his hands up and down his arm uncomfortably as he tried to steady the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“So ask me,” Alice prompted, her voice softening the slightest bit as she nudged her elbow into his arm resting comfortably beside her on the bed.

“I’m in love with her, Mrs. Cooper,” Jughead said in a small voice. “I have been since we were kids. And I want to spend the rest of my life with her, but I know her - and I know that she will never agree to marry me unless you gave us your blessing.”

“You know, when Elizabeth was in high school and everything was happening with her sister, I would notice that she could go weeks without smiling or laughing whenever she was at home. It was like she was stuck in this funk where she only saw in black and white,” Alice began, her fingers fiddling with a fraying piece of fabric on the blanket covering her legs. “Until she started dating you and her whole world seemed to be flooded with color. She was always the happiest whenever you were in her life.”

“So, you’re saying…” Jughead urged her to continue, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

“What I’m saying is that despite everything that’s happened, I’ve always secretly admired you, Mr. Jones. And I’ve always been grateful for the way you’ve treated my daughter,” Alice admitted quietly, her words sounding more sincere than Jughead had ever thought possible. “So with that being said - you may have my blessing to marry my daughter.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Cooper,” Jughead pushed back from his chair, the wooden legs making a terrible squeaking noise on the tiled floor as he stood. “You have no idea what this means to us.”

“Just promise me this,” Alice instructed, placing her hand on his arm and lifting her chin to meet his gaze. “Do it soon. Life’s too short to waste any meaningful moments.”

“I will,” Jughead promised. “And I’ll tell her that you want to see her. She’s going to be so happy.”

“Jughead,” Alice called to him as he turned to leave the hospital room. “Never stop filling her life with color - I was never able to do that for her, but I have no doubt in my mind that you will.”

With one quick nod, Jughead turned to leave the hospital room, the ring box still sitting in his jacket pocket. Alice smiled to herself as she watched him leave, hoping with everything she had left, that she would still be around to see their wedding day. 

anonymous asked:

I know this question is totally random and kinda off-topic, but... I wonder... Does Fatal make adorable squeaking noises when you squeeze him? He seems like the type of person to do that... And he looks very squeezeable... So... C-can I squeeze him? I... Really need to know this.

This is…an adorable question XD

I mean, he DOES look very squeezeable! Just for you anon, he can squeak when you squeeze him. XD And yes, squeeze away.

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Ethan Slater and the company of The SpongeBob Musical on July 9, 2016 at the Oriental Theatre in Chicago, IL