a few months ago

10

Here it is! the 1st part of FT Gakkō’s first chapter
which I decided to give you for free. (I wrote about it on my twitter)
Part two will be revealed in a few weeks/months(?)
I drew this long ago so my line could change…(100 times)
Probably it’s chaotic and has a lot of mistakes…

Here’s the cover

Tired Of Being Alone

Masterlist

You didn’t notice anything at first. Initially, you had just thought that he was stressed or tired due to all of his hard work and long days at the studio. You didn’t want to think too much into it. It took you a while, but finally saw how different he had become. He wasn’t the same person you fell for a few short months ago. He was colder, more distant than ever. You’d hoped that it was just a phase he was going through and that he would be back to normal in no time. However as the weeks came and went and those weeks turned into months, you realized that you were wrong, that Harry had become a completely different person.

It was hard to pinpoint the exact moment where everything had changed. It wasn’t that one day he woke up and a switch was flipped, making him turn into someone who was closed off and acted bitter towards you when he was usually so kindhearted and loving. No, it was nothing like that. Rather, it was the build up- the subtle changes that were exactly that, differences that were too small to notice. And when you finally realized he wasn’t the same, all you could do was make excuses for him, for the sake of your relationship.

He slowly stopped writing sweet notes to you before he left for the studio in the early hours of the morning. Which you concluded to be him being excited to get back to work, rushing out of your house as quickly as possible to get back to writing. Then, the usual texts and calls throughout the day became less frequent until they stopped altogether. This you put down as him being busy. You two began to bicker and fight a lot more than you used to, which you put down as you going through the “bumpy stage” of the relationship. Despite this, after a while, you had a hard time coming with reasons as to why your relationship with Harry was going down the drain, and it was even more difficult to try to salvage it.

Keep reading

I told this customer her total and she handed me a $100 bill. We have to check these thoroughly (hold it up to the light, mark it with a pen) because we were getting a lot of counterfeit bills a few months ago. So I’m doing this and then the customer said rudely, “It’s real.” I replied in a kind of annoyed tone, “I know, I still have to check each one.” She looked at the guy she’s with (he must have said something to her, or gave her a look or something) and said in an exasperated tone, “Well I just don’t know why they have to do that!!” I just handed her the receipt without a word and moved on to the next customer.

The next customer said, “I don’t know why she was getting so upset about you having to mark that bill.”
I was surprised because this never happens, but I said, “Yeah, I don’t know either. I’m just doing my job.”
She said “Yeah I mean what are you going to do, just take her word for it?”

YES why can’t all customers be like this lady?? It’s not a difficult concept to understand

anonymous asked:

Could you recommend some phanfiction to read please? I usually can't find any good ones...

of course! i don’t have a very long list since i’ve only gotten into phanfic a few months ago, but here are some that i love (favorites bold, all linked to ao3):

Chemistry by howelllesters

(note: this is the first proper phanfic i’ve ever read, and it’s by my friend adie who’s truly amazing, so go read it)

to the start of forever by dizzy

Too Long to the Weekend by in_too_deep_geronimo

Just Need A Light by hunterfics

fifty kisses to christmas by nokomisfics

36 questions by nokomisfics

Those Four Words by blueberryphancakes

Family’s What You Make Of It by insanityplays (xrosepetalsx)

Secrets We Didn’t Need To Keep by Ablissa 

First Impressions (Perhaps I Was Wrong) by Ablissa

speeding through red lights into paradise by dizzy

When I Woke You Up & Said, “Mario!” by LyricalPary

a natural progression by dizzy

Sparks by howelllesters

Pieces of You by howelllesters

Come Back, Be Here by AgingPhangirl (Madophelia)


i also wrote one myself once #spon lmao

Where Demons Hide by goodluckgettingtosleep


these are the ones i loved enough to bookmark, so there you go <3 

xx

anonymous asked:

I wasn't familiar with the lesbian flag until a few months ago. For a small while I thought it was an aphobic flag because so many aphobes have it their icons. That's the problem with REGs being so vocal.

To be honest I used to think it was terfs. Thank god there were lesbians around to set me straight (metaphorically).

oh btw i fell over and died a few months ago when i read that personal essay by sufjan stevens where he reads ayn rand on christmas; my current iteration is Eli 2.0, which was hastily cobbled together from the remains of Eli 1.0’s eviscerated body. luckily they made me cis this time. thanks ayn rand!

thehonestdoctor  asked:

If you're in the mood, would love some reader/David, early morning, tea, a conversation about the definition of a soul? Obviously bitter David gets a brief soothing of the heart from an oblivious reader talking philosophy and completely validating his existence ♡♡♡

Of course ;u;

/DAVID 8 X READER\ 

Validation

David had a small collection of things that belonged to him. He had a lab coat which he had been given once that had his name sewn into the side. He had book that he’d once borrowed and the owner had passed away, thus leaving it to him. And he had you. 

Or, at least, he hoped he did. 

Your relationship with David had now lasted three months. You shared a small apartment with the synthetic. He had been purchased when your grandmother was bedridden those few months ago and after she passed, you kept him around because… well, at the time, you weren’t sure why. 

Every morning, you wake up and make tea for the two of you to drink out on the terrace. David had never said out loud that it was an enjoyable pastime, but you secretly knew that he liked it. Sometimes, when the sun rose over the city, you would glance over and see the light reflecting against his blue eyes and you could swear he was smiling. 

This morning, you made your ritual cups of tea and met him outside, as usual. Only, this time, he was not smiling and he was not preoccupied with the book your grandmother had lent him. You assumed he had grown tired of reading it over and over, but that was not the case. 

As you handed him his cup and took your seat beside him, he asked you, “Do I have a soul?”

You froze with your glass against your lips, taken aback. “What?”

David picks up the novel that he kept beside him. “I’ve flipped through these pages day after day,” he admits, “But I can’t feel anything for the story. I cannot like the characters. I cannot relate.” 

You watch him set it back down. “I want to say I love you,” he pauses, “But I don’t think I’m capable of feeling love.”

All you can do is stare at him as he looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and remorse. “Then why are you here?”

David sighs, looking back over the horizon. The sky is a pale shade of blue and pink. “You own me.”

You wince, thinking of the ownership contract you kept filed away in your grandmother’s old bedroom.

“I…I don’t own you David. No one owns you. You’re free to leave, if that’s what you want. I didn’t… I didn’t know you were unhappy.”

“I’m not,” he says. “I’m not unhappy. I’m not happy. I can’t be either of those things.”

You know that’s not true. You’ve seen him happy before, watching old movies and talking about his favorite quotes. You’ve seen him unhappy, particularly when the “David8 Promotion” commercial airs and the line “Made to serve” echoes around the room. You’ve seen him very unhappy.

“Would you like to leave?” you ask again.

David doesn’t look at you. “Where would I go?”

“Where ever you want,” you say. You’re trying to remain calm, but your throat is starting to burn with the need to tear up. You don’t want him to leave; he means so much to you.

But more than anything, you want him to be happy.

“Want?” he repeats, “I’m not familiar with wanting anything.”

“Didn’t you want me?” You ask quietly. 

He doesn’t respond. 

Carefully, you place your tea down and fold your hands in your lap. “I think you have a soul, David. I think you’ve been conditioned to believe you’re not human and that you’re not supposed to behave like one. But you practically are human, just without all the flaws. I wish I could be like you, sometimes, you know?”

He stares at you incredulously. “Why?”

“I wish I wasn’t so emotional. I wish I could think logically and react accordingly. But I’m flawed. I’m not perfect.”

He’s quiet for a moment. You ball your hands into fists. “Who even knows what a soul really is? When humans die, we don’t get to come back and say what’s on the other side. We invented the idea of a soul so that we could feel superior to animals, plants, and objects;so that we could assert ourselves. People will tell you you don’t have a soul to make sure that you think you’re inferior, David, but you’re not. They made you because they needed you, because they needed to make something better than themselves, so doesn’t that make you the superior being in this situation? Doesn’t that mean that your “lack of a soul” is a strength of yours, not a weakness?”

David is staring at you now, but you’re too busy fighting back tears. You’re so unbelievably frustrated that he doesn’t see his own value, that he’s been conditioned to think he’s just a bought object. You hastily wipe away a tear that threatens to fall down your face, clearing your throat in the process.

“I’m not going to leave,” he says. 

You glance up at him, surprised to see him smiling back at you. “And that’s my choice.”

anonymous asked:

Hey! This is teacher anon who realized a few months ago that Tae was talking about bulking up on a Vlive…yeah. That's what's happening right now and I'm going to need him to stop. I didn't think he could get more attractive, but this is painful. I'm hurt. He's my bias and he's making me swerve so hard that I get dizzy just thinking about him in that black outfit from the live commentary, all he's reminding me of is zaddy Tae. Send help.

Right!? He’s getting more and more thicc™️ and I’m living for it! I get how you feel, he’s my bias and somehow he’s making me swerve haha how !? I can’t wait for everyone to start swerving into Tae’s lane again… I’ll be here waiting :D 

Considering how there isn’t an english version of Aspros’s gaiden avaliable apparenlty,  I have decided a few months ago that I’d start working on an english translation for it! And here it is! I’ll be uploading the chapters to the same folder that will be given bellow and I’ll reblog this post whenever the next chapter is done and uploaded. The chapters were translated by me.

               [You can download the full gaiden here]

3

Some doodles for Ava’s Demon AU for LoSH!

@arfaisemakesart drew me some pictures for this au a few months ago for an art giveaway, go check out their stuff ^^

Clark is an employee for TiTAN’s tech business, and has been possessed several years by Alexis, after being in an accident involving radiation. He doesn’t buy the TiTAN religion stuff, but fakes that he does very well.

Alexis had a lot of expectations on inheriting her family’s position, but then when TiTAN forced her planet to give itself over, she got involved with the scavengers, obsessed with getting even. When she was caught, TiTAN’s army executed her rather than try to learn more on where the scavengers are. But one of the scavengers managed to smuggle her one of Wrathia’s left-over potions.

While Alexis and Clark are friendly towards each other, Clark has no special motivations to pact with her. Especially since he doesn’t want to get in a failed pact.

Or that’s the case until Clark’s workplace gets an android by the name Brainiac 5 from a planet recently bought by TiTAN.

Brainy starts out as a very cold individual, assigned to help develop the Gate to Paradise, but then soon finds himself growing close to Clark. As does Clark.

Close enough to the point where Alexis makes him admit to a co-worker that he would smooch the robot. 

anonymous asked:

Bebe has wig ?

Yes a few months ago she said that she cut her real hair short cause it was very damaged by bleach so she’s letting it grow naturally again. In the meantime she wears wigs. 

darker-bridges  asked:

I love all your winterironwidow stuff! I remember a few months ago looking on ao3 to try and find and but there was hardly any :( I love your writing and your headcanons and I always get excited when I see you've written something new. Your one of my favourite people in this fandom :)

I feel your pain, darling. Shipping a rare pair sucks. It’s so annoying when you just want to lean back and read a nice fic of a beloved pairing and there isn’t one. But that just means we have to create more content so others get to see the beauty of these characters together as well :)

Also YOU ARE SO SWEET I’M NOT EQUIPPED TO DEAL WITH THIS alksldklsofnlsl !!!! Seriously, I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it but I’m gonna go with Doom here and say no takebacks now hehe. Thank you for being such a beautiful person!

anonymous asked:

hello!!! i found your blog a few months ago and have pretty much read all your little writings! i love them so much and i get so happy just seeing that i have notifications saying you've posted something! if you could please write about an MC who tells Jumin about how she used to love going to Build a Bear Workshop when she was a kid and he takes her there as a date! I really look forward to reading more of your writings!

Awe, I’m so honored that you have notifications on for me and you enjoy my writings! I only hope I’m able to continue doing so in the future!

I’d be more than happy to do your request as well! Thank you and have a splendid day! Enjoy! <3

———————————————————————————————————–

“This is a picture of you?” Jumin examined the framed photograph, a smirk tugging at his lips. “We need a copy of this for our home.” 

“What?” You approached him confusedly staring at the photo for a moment before it clicked in your head. 

“Oh! I remember that! I used to love that bear.” 

“The stuffed animal?”

“Of course!” 

The photo had been of you as a child, the stuffed bear entangled in your arms, a smile as big as the very sky in your utter joy.

“I used to love going to Build-A-Bear!” You exclaimed. “It was all so much fun for me!” 

Your gaze used to light up at the very sight of the store, practically attached to your new friend the moment it had been given. 

“Really?”

“I just thought it was so great getting to put it all together, from the stuffing to the little heart!” You sighed. “It was the best…” 

You recalled putting in the heart, the rhythmic beats comforting you during rough nights, keeping it close to you, your face blanketed by the gentle fur as you were lulled to sleep.

“Come on then.” He set down the photo, intertwining your fingers with his own.

“What?”

“We’re going there.” 

“What?” 

“We’re going there,” He repeated, squeezing your palm. “It made you happy, and that’s all I want for you. So, let’s go.” 

“A-Are you sure?”

“I haven’t any issue with going. If you like something then surely it’s wonderful darling,” He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your head, grinning. 

“I-I mean I-I don’t want you to s-spend your money on me.” 

“Dear, I would give up every single ounce of wealth I have if it were to make you smile, even if only a second. This is fine.” 

“O-Okay I-If you’re sure-”

“I am.” 

And sure enough, he lead you out.

The ride there had been spent with him listening to your stories and tales of the fond memories you had, a gentle grin always apparent on his face.

Yet the delight had truly set in as you came to the workshop.

You lit up like you had so many years before, hardly able to contain your excitement as you stepped in, the familiar sounds and sights filling the area.

“I suppose we should get started then?” He asked. “Which one would you like?”

“If we’re doing this, we’re doing this together.” You remarked. “And, I think we should get one resembling Elizabeth 3rd.” 

“It’ll be difficult to find one as terrific as her.” 

“We’ll just have to try.” 

You searched amongst the possible choices, eventually finding a white cat with bright blue eyes, a smile clear upon their stitching.

“I think this one works!” 

“I think it’ll be an adequate match for Elizabeth 3rd. Though, I don’t think anything could ever quite possibly match her beauty.” 

“Of course, but it’s the best we can do.” 

“Personally, I don’t think I could’ve chosen a better one myself.”

“She’d love it.” 

“Considering you chose it, I’m not surprised.” 

You continued on, choosing the heart and filling the stuffed animal watching as it slowly came to life.

And eventually, it was put together. 

All it was missing was simply one last thing. 

“Let’s take a picture!” 

“A picture?”

“For the memories!”

He couldn’t help but laugh gently. “Okay dear.” 

You pulled him close snatching out your phone, beaming excitedly as you snapped the photo, Jumin’s arms wrapped around you.

And as you checked the photo your heart warmed.

For your husband’s eyes were locked onto you.

And they were filled with utter devotion.

And utter happiness.

anonymous asked:

my dad was SUCH A HARRIE (he passed away a few months ago thats whh i use past tense). but for real he loved harry so much - he was always like "if harry goes on tour were going", he was a tattooist and he used to google harrys tattoos and show me which ones he wanted, his background on his computer was harry and once i came home from school and he said "i watched one direction james corden interviews and harry is very handsome and very funny" he just loved him so much! bless!

i love this so much. im so sorry for your loss anon. 

I can’t post on Facebook where I am working and am terrified of saying too much on their because a few months ago, some person found nude pictures of me and posted them repeatedly to my Facebook page publically and to my school’s page. You can not fucking say that as a trans man I enjoy Full Male Privilege this would not happen to me if I wasn’t trans and had the parts I have