I WILL MISS YOU BOTH SO MUCH

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“hello there, children!”

“hey chef.”

“how’s it goin’?”

“bad.”

“why bad?”

when stan needs advice, he obviously can’t go to his parents; oftentimes he can’t go to kyle either (because sometimes the advice is about him).. so when he needs someone to talk to he goes to chef’s gravestone and talks to himself for a while trying to think of what chef would say to make him feel better

Yuuri arrives home after two weeks of being away and Viktor immediately tackles him at the front door. Makkachin follows close behind as she leaps and jumps around them. Yuuri’s laughing so much as he’s smothered with kisses and he tries to take both Viktor and Makkachin into his arms because he’s missed them so much. 

“I missed your face.” Viktor murmurs against Yuuri’s lips and Yuuri’s smile is so bright. 

“I missed your face too.” Yuuri whispers, softly laughing because he’s happy and he’s home at last.

anonymous asked:

I haven't seen anyone talk about Mic's voice when he's shown teaching English ?? like it's so,,,boring and calm compared to how he talks !! i don't know if i missed people talking about it? but?? it's been haunting m e

Do you mean in the anime or the manga or both? I’d need to re-watch the anime to see if you mean the anime XD But I recall in the manga he’s still as lively as usual and his speech bubbles still have his unique double-outline. 

In the panel when the students are first doing English with him, they’re all pretty much thinking ‘this is so boring/normal/etc’ which I always take to mean ‘this is a normal goddamn lesson you can get at any high school!’ And Mic’s being his usual peppy self at the front of the class - let me just grab a photo of… 

See? He’s still being his usual loud, energetic self! He still has his double-lined speech bubbles :D 

HOWEVER, I’m going to speak as someone who has taught English to non-native English speakers (my students were Korean, not Japanese, but this is pretty much universal):

You really do have to change the way you speak - your intonation, how fast you talk, your accent, what words you use and how complicated the words you use are etc - when you’re teaching a language. Especially when you’re teaching English to people whose native language isn’t Latin-derived. 

Many of the sounds we Native English speakers - and even most languages derived from Latin here in Europe - make, aren’t the same as the sounds used in Asian languages, and vise versa. This even goes so far as the shapes our mouths make, the way we use our mouths, tongues and throats to form the sounds we use.

You have to keep all of this in mind when you’re teaching a language like English to non-native English Speakers. 

So… honestly, Mic using his voice differently in his English classes is perfectly understandable and, actually, expected. If he’s a good teacher (and yo, he’s Head of Department, you need to be a damn good teacher with a damn good resume to get that position) and I think he is, then he knows his stuff and he uses his voice properly when he’s teaching. 

I… may have rambled lol 

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“But seriously, what are you wearing.”

Still drawing some of these per requests, and this one may or may not have gotten out of hand. @okumurachild-satan, I’m so sorry your ask got turned into drarry, ack!

8 Ways to Improve Your Writing

I got a great anonymous ask last week from someone who wanted to know how to identify weak spots in their writing. One of the things that comes with time and experience is finding the language to identify, discuss, and address the feeling that something isn’t quite right or that a story is “missing something.” Not knowing them or their writing, of course I couldn’t help them figure out what specifically the problem was. But I did share with them a list of things I’ve done over the years to be able to identify weak spots and improve my writing. 

1. Analyze your favorite writers.

Figure out why you like the writing that you like. Ask yourself: What are they doing here? What are they doing that I’m not doing? Why do I love their writing so much? Take notes on their stories. Plot them. Write in the margins. Read them slowly. Read their reviews—both good and bad. Did that writer you love once write something you hated? Great, even better. Figure out why that particular book was different from the others.

2. Analyze your own writing.

Do you have an older story you wrote that you love? Figure out why. What did you do differently in that story that you’re not doing in the current story you’re writing? Make notes. Draw maps. Reverse engineer everything.

3. Develop a language to talk and think about writing.

Read craft books, blogs, anything you can get your hands on. Learn about point of view, conflict, character development, dialogue, story structure, syntax, metaphors. Get your advice from good sources, and don’t believe everything you read. If something doesn’t sit right with you, throw it out. But be open to everything.

4. Journal and write about your writing.

Over time, you will identify consistent weaknesses that you have. Then, in the future, when you feel like “something is missing” from your writing, you can reference your notes and remember, for example, that you often have difficulty with your protagonist’s motivation, with theme, with dialogue, etc., and you’ll have a better idea about where to go looking.

5. Share your writing with someone you trust, ideally a more experienced writer than you or an editor or mentor.

Be very careful about who you share your writing with. Friends and family are not always the best choice. You don’t want someone who’s just going to throw around their uneducated opinion about your work, who has a big ego, or who won’t be honest with you. Remember: “I liked it” or “I didn’t like it” are useless pieces of feedback. You want someone who can read your work and say, “Your protagonist’s passion for music made them really likeable to me. I was dying to know whether they would get into the conservatory or not!” or “My attention wandered on page two, when you described the couch upholstery for three paragraphs.”

6. Analyze the areas of your writing which are commonly problematic for new writers (and writers in general).

In my experience as an editor, the most likely culprits are unclear character motivation and lack of conflict. There are a lot of good resources (books and blogs) about this. Try a Google search for “most common mistakes beginning writers make.”

7. Trust your intuition.

Do you keep coming back to the same page or scene in your story, feeling like it isn’t right? You’re probably onto something.

8. Take time away from your writing.

You’d be amazed how much more clear everything will be after a break. Give yourself at least a week for a short story, 3-4 weeks for a novel. It could also be the case that your ambitions for this particular story don’t yet match your skills, and that you’ll have to wait even longer to successfully finish it. I’ve known writers who have given up on a story only to come back to it months or years later once they’d gained the skills and insight to complete it. And then suddenly writing that story seemed really easy!

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TREASURE HUNTER AU (TH!GOTH & TH!PALETTE)


I missed them so much to draw in my free time. Sorry for Goth’s BG if it not that good on your eyes. so rare for me to draw BG seriously xD

Their BG’s took me hours to think and try to put colors on it I mean Goth’s has SOOOO MANY details on it than I thought.

More on that I enjoyed them, I’ll do the rest of the boys when I have time.=w=

TH AU belong to me

Palette belong to @angexci

Goth belong to @nekophy

This is my Sheith Secret Santa exchange art for @quiddid! I hope you like it!! Merry Christmas~~! 


Late night and very sleepy phone call. Shiro is in New York for a work’s meeting and they both miss each other so much.

Shiro: It’s really late over there, isn’t it?

Keith: yeah… but, you know.. I can’t sleep without you beside me…

Shiro: I know, but I promise to you I’ll back before Christmas~

Keith: I can’t wait to see you again… I love you…

Shiro: Me too, Baby. I love you.

I won’t apologize for missing you, or because I said that I am, or because I text you first, or again. Everyone spends too much time trying to build walls instead of doors. I don’t want to be apathetic or indifferent, I want to be honest. It’s both a curse and a blessing to feel everything so deeply, but it’s who I am. I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I want you to find your soft. I’ve seen it before. I’ve seen it in the way you used to hold my hand. In the way you kissed my forehead in between the real kisses and the extra long hugs. In the gentle yet hard goodbyes we said each morning. I never wanted to let go or say goodbye out of fear that I would never be able to find you again. You’re gone now but I’m still knocking on the door. I’ll stop begging for you to let me in as long as you promise me one thing. Find yourself. Be in touch with your heart. Reflect on what happened between us. Think hard about it. Don’t ignore it. Don’t run away from it. Not talking about the contents of a closet will not make it empty. Relationships are important. They’re a big deal. Love is a big deal. It changes you. It teaches you things. I want you to learn a lot from this. I know I did and will continue to do so, and I am glad that it was you who taught me. I hope you can say the same for me.
—  goodbye letters // o.k.

To those who say Jonerys will never happen in the books, just a quick reminder Dany has been dreaming of him, even if she has not seen his face yet…

Lying abed in her narrow bunk, she found herself wondering how it would be to have a man squeezed in beside her in place of her handmaid, and the thought was more exciting than it should have been. Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of him, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow.

Daenerys, ACOK

He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life –however long that might be– he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name

Jon, AGOT

The flames crackled softly, and in their crackling she heard the whispered name Jon Snow. His long face floated before her, limned in tongues of red and orange, appearing and disappearing again, a shadow half-seen behind a fluttering curtain.

Melisandre, ADWD

Jon’s face and presence is often referred to as being in the shadows, he’s always been the outsider, watching the Stark children play and even if he did play himself sometimes, he tried his best to avoid irritate Lady Stark, so he kept it to himself, as the bastard he was pained to be. 

Melisandre’s visions of him, from R’hllor himself is described as Jon’s shadow hidden…It’s not SO subtle how he’s always referred to be hidden there. 


A quick reminded that when he died, she listened to Ghost’s cries…from across THE NARROW SEA…

“Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold … “

Jon, ADWD

“Off in the distance, a wolf howledThe sound made her feel sad and lonely, but no less hungry. As the moon rose above the grasslands, Dany slipped at last into a restless sleep.“

Daenerys, ADWD

These chapters happen at the same time, how can Daenerys Targaryen, in Meeren, listen to Jon’s murder at the Wall, North of Westeros, if not for the bond they have…without ever meeting. Call it soulmates, fate, whatever you want. Martin does not use words he does not think necessary nor he adds information that the story does not need. If you ever read one his books, you’ll know he’s sharp and everything means something, even the puzzles and riddles thrown our way. Daenerys heard his soul, Ghost’s cries (perhaps his own, warg ones), and she felt sad over it, not even knowing why.


A reminder that when Dany was at the House of the Undying, she only saw important, relevant things. Not only to herself, but to the realm: the rape of Westeros, The Red Wedding, the madness of Aerys Targaryen demanding to burn Kings Landing, Rhaegar and Elia talking of Aegon and his promised song, the fake dragon (Faegon, am I right?), Hardhome, what her son’s future would have been like, White Walkers, Rhaegar’s murmuring a woman’s name right before he died (we all assume is Lyanna’s, I guess we’ll find out eventually), and there are others, but to me it means a lot that one of these visions is:

a blue flower growing from a chink in a wall of ice, filling the air with sweetness.

Daenerys, ACOK

Oh, she also sees the red door of the house she loved and she remembers growing up, and she believed it was in Braavos. She only had important sights for the realm and herself, yet she sees a blue flower growing at the wall (if you don’t think this means Jon Snow growing at the Wall, we can’t be friends and you can’t even read this, bye! JK haha…but come on, Lyanna is said to have loved winter roses, which are blue…the same ones that composed the crown Rhaegar Targaryen crowned her with, as The Queen of Love and Beauty at the Tourney of Harrenhal. Jon lives, works, serves at the Wall, it doesn’t get any more obvious than this, y’all…only if Martin wrote she saw a ‘hot northmen with gorgeous hair at Castle Black, really…”). 

(whoever did this second gif, thank you so very much, this is beautiful <3)

So not only does this shows how important Jon is to the realm (remember how her visions are all important, not only to her but also to Westeros? *inserts my theory of them both being AA* But he’s also important to her, the flower is not just THERE, it also fills the air with sweetness, it pleases her. Do I need to say more? 


This one is very meaningful if not very telling, to me. They both feel alone, like something is missing. One can even say “they feel alone cause they are alone”, but they were not. It almost feels like there is someone out there, a better match. 

Beneath her coverlets she tossed and turned, dreaming that Hizdahr was kissing her … but his lips were blue and bruised, and when he thrust himself inside her, his manhood was cold as ice. She sat up with her hair disheveled and the bedclothes atangle. Her captain slept beside her, yet she was alone.

Daenerys, ADWD

Jon wondered where Ghost was now. Had he gone to Castle Black, or was he was running with some wolfpack in the woods? He had no sense of the direwolf, not even in his dreams. It made him feel as if part of himself had been cut off. Even with Ygritte sleeping beside him, he felt alone.

Jon, ASOS

their story is a never ending parallel.

Not to disrespect Ygritte, cause I think she was necessary to Jon’s growth. She was a great character and I do believe Jon loved her, at some point. But just like Daenerys, this love was not a choice, it was almost like a survival choice, they made the best out of a bad situation. 

He had to be with Ygritte, or Mance would have killed him, he would not believe Jon had really deserted the Night’s Watch. Ygritte wasn’t Jon’s act of rebellion, like I once read at a meta, no, she was, at first, his sacrifice/way to fill his mission. But somewhere along the way, he fell in love with her, she was strong, funny, and she awoke the sexuality in him. Again, he had to be with her, to prove himself, but it also wasn’t like he didn’t like it. 

Daenerys loved Khal Drogo? Yeah, but it was as forced as was Jon and Ygritte. One can say it was even worse for she did not go willing, she was pushed into it, sold like a slave, to get her brother an army (we do have to thank karma cause his army never came, boo-ya, sucker!). She was given to a stranger, a savage (comparing to her culture; it’s funny even to see the parallel here, both had to be with people that are considered savages, wildlings where they come from) in return of an army, and she made the best of her situation, she learnt his language, his manners, bore his child (even if the baby never came to live), she fell in love with him cause for the first time in a very long time (or forever?), she was treated with care and love (the way Drogo knew how to love) by the man in her life. 


A sweet reminder of how Daenerys thinks of her family and how she would have married Rhaegar’s son, had he lived. Rhaegar’s son, who’s Jon’s daddy again? 

Plus, we’ve seen on the show that Jon was named Aegon Targaryen too, we do not know if he will have the same name on the books but I honestly do not think they would change something so important. 

So, just another beautiful “easter egg” to ya:

Five Aegons had ruled the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. 

There would have been a sixth, but the Usurper’s dogs had murdered her brother’s son when he was still a babe at the breast. If he had lived, I might have married him. “

Daenerys, ADWD

Who says you still won’t, sweetie? Hold on, Melisandre will bring him back or he was warging Ghost, let’s just wait a bit longer, okay? 


Their journey is a never ending parallel, and their path is clearly to each other.

I don’t think the history is called ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’ without a cause, Jon may be blood of the dragon, but he’s also a Stark, and Daenerys is a Targaryen through and through…

*the lord of light aka george r.r. martin speaks through melisandre*

I’m back to reading the books and even if I’m still at AGOT, I just felt like making this, had a really bad day and making this made it a little better. 

What are your thoughts? <3 

HAN:
          We both had to deal with it in our
          own way. I went back to the only
          thing I was ever good at.

LEIA:
          We both did.

LEIA:
          No matter how much we fought, I’ve
          always hated watching you leave.

HAN:
          That’s why I did it. So you’d miss
          me.

(171220) @jayjoonkim: my beloved donsaeng, jonghyun-ah. time passes by this fast. we were both so young then. i saw your face for the last time and greeted you for the last time and the fact that this returning path feels even more cold must not only be because of the weather.

how much will i miss you. i remember when you would come to the front of my place to go for a drink of beer because you didn’t want to go home after your radio ended. the times we would share about our future and when we would imagine what you would have been like if you weren’t an entertainer. it felt like a joke at the time but why only now do i know that those were moments you always dream of. i’m so sorry.

if i had known the kakaotalk messages we sent last week were the last time we would have contact i would have immediately run to you, smiled with you and shared many stories with you like before.. i will keep the many regrets and sadness inside of my heart. my dongsaeng who always sparkled and shined. i was always proud of you. i love you. (source: sonexstella)

Laughter Lines Fic ll Art by: Gin-twaka 

Reddie Summer Camp Headcanon

- so this is after the losers have defeated Pennywise the first time (or so they thought)

- canonically they all move away from Derry and forget everything with the exception of Mike

- so let’s imagine, the following summer by sheer coincidence Eddie and Richie are both sent to the same sleep away camp that’s lasts all summer

- Eddie is sent because him mom wants him to meet some safe and well behaved friends

- Richie is sent because his parents don’t wanna deal with looking after him for a few months even though they don’t pay any attention to him anyway but that’s not the point

- so here they both are, at a weird camp, surrounded by a bunch of strangers with whom they have no intentions of associating or socializing with

- Eddie gets there first, and is immediately repulsed by the cabin he’s going to be spending the next two to three months in; the bunk beds are even worse.

- when everyone’s settling in and claiming bunks Eddie goes outside for a minute to calm himself down, but at this point he’s having a full fledged panic attack

- some random kid sees him and calls him a freak, and little Eddie is completely lost

- eventually, after about 15 minutes of hyperventilating and wheezing, he regrets leaving his inhaler at home, even if it is just bullshit, he’s got himself under enough control to walk down to the messhall for lunch

- it seems like everyone there knows each other, and Eddie doesn’t want to be that kid to join a random group of people mid conversation just to sit in uncomfortable silence with.

- so he makes his way to the only empty table, in the very back of the room

- at this point another bus of campers has rolled in, and wouldn’t you know it, the one and only trashmouth is on that bus

- since it’s lunch Richies batch of campers go straight to the messhall to eat

- as eddies sitting there, glumly pushing the gross food around his plate, he hears a voice

- it’s not a pleasant one, in fact this kid, whoever he is, sounds petty goddamn obnoxious, telling some lame Ur Mom joke

- but there’s something about that voice, something comforting. Something familiar.

- eddies racking his brain, trying to figure out where he knows that voice from, but it’s like trying to itch that one small part of your back, that’s just out of reach, or trying to remember a dream you had that’s just ALMOST there, but not quite. (Yikes, that’s a run on sentence if I ever saw one)

- the moment he looks up to try and put a face to that voice, he locks eyes with the most beautiful person he thinks he’s ever seen, belonging to a head of unruly black curls and thick glasses

- Richie

- suddenly he’s struck with bits and pieces of memories from that endless summer him and his friends faced

- and from the look on Richies face, he remembers to

- without even realizing what was happening the two boys started walking towards each other, ignoring the sea of boys surrounding them

- “Eddie spaghetti, I didn’t realize how much I fucking missed you until right now”

- eddies too overwhelmed with emotions to say anything, so he just grabs onto the taller boy and hugs him like it’s he the only thing in he world that matters

- after their reunion and a lunchtime of very confusing revelations, it’s time for everyone to go back to their assigned cabins

- by a twist of fate, luck, perhaps the turtle, or some other higher power, Eddie and Richie were both put in the same cabin

- naturally they choose bunk beds together

- “but Richie I wanna be on top”

- “that’s what your mother said last night”

- of course Richie let’s Eddie take the top bunk anyways, because he just can’t stand to see him looking upset for even a moment

- the rest of the summer is spent remembering things in random chunks, and eventually everything is back, even the things they wish they could forget

- the two boys devise a plan, to reunite the losers even if just for a day

- because how could it be possible that these friends, these 7 kids who faced all of their worst fears together, could just forget one another–just like that?

- Eddie and Richie both send letters to the other remaining 5 losers, reminding them of who they all were to each other, begging the through writing to remember that summer the best they possibly could

- at the bottom of each letter they left a date, a location, and a request to at least try and be there

- maybe if they all saw each other in the flesh again, things would be different

- maybe they wouldn’t forget everything the moment they went their separate ways again

- and on the last week of camp, the boys wrote letters to each other, so when they got home they’d have a physical reminder of what they had forgotten so quickly

- “but what if it’s not enough Richie? I mean, what good is a stupid letter if we’re still half a country apart from each other?”

- “it has to be enough Eds, it’s the best we can do”

- the next few days the boys are even more inseparable than they already were

- they even sleep in the same bed, not caring about the whispers and stares they get from the other campers, because none of that matters

- when the day finally comes that they have to leave each other, Richie gives Eddie the most urgent but gentle kiss he can, hoping that maybe, just maybe, that feeling alone will be enough to remember.

- the bus driver has to practically tear Eddie away by the shirt collar to get him on, because it’s time to go

- the entire drive back home both Eddie and Richie are furiously repeating the others name to themselves, struggling to keep an image of their face, and fighting sleep because “I can’t forget him, not this time