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April 19 2017: What motivates you?

I accidentally hit post on this before finishing lol and I’m late again it’s 12:29am April 20

What motivates me is that if someone else can do it, I can too. Even though I’m a woman and a minority, in America today I have all the same opportunities as anyone and I am just as capable. It’s empowering believing this ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

I went to the gym finally today. I didn’t want to go but I ended up going and it was actually satisfying lol. I also played tennis!

Anyways I’m still not done with the pre-lab write up that’s due tomorrow before lab :L so I’m going to go do that right now fml

Organic Chem is scary

Ellee

anonymous asked:

Can you do a blurb where Gemma and Anne don't like Harry's girlfriend and think she's using him for money. Harry doesn't know and then finds out and is really upset about it

“’ello?”

“Harry, how many times do I have to tell you?”

“That I’m the fittest bloke you’ve ever laid eyes on?” She could hear the smirk through the speaker of her phone, knowing that he knew damn well what she was talking about. “As many times as you want.”

“You know what I’m talking about.” She wasn’t angry, per se- just overwhelmed, for lack of better words, at how much he spoiled her. “Just because I remarked how nice a bracelet was last week doesn’t mean I wanted it.” She sighed, the sparkle of the diamond on said bracelet catching the sun from where she had it laid on the kitchen table in front of her. “And if I did happen to want it, I could buy it for myself.”

“Know you could.” He didn’t sound the slightest bit phased because she put up an argument every time. “Just wanted to spoil my girl,‘s that really such a crime?”

“Yes.” She was quick to answer. “I don’t want you thinking I’m only here for the gifts and the money.”

“I know you’re not.” He shook his head, despite knowing she couldn’t possibly see him. “But it’s my way of showing you how much you mean to me.”

Admittedly, it warmed her heart how much thought and love was behind each and every gift, none of them were ever just a splurge of money because he felt like he had to buy her over.

“And I’m really thankful, but I honestly don’t need gifts to see that you’re genuine about us.” Her voice was much softer now. “Just- promise me you’ll stop spending your money on me all the time? I really do appreciate it but it would make me much happier to see you spend it on one of your ridiculously expensive scarves or something.”

“A’right I promise.” He sighed jokingly, as if she was asking a lot off him. “I hope you know I’m only going to go crazy on your birthday and at Christmas, though.”

“I guess I can live with that.” She reasoned and he chuckled.

He was one of only a few others sitting in the departures lounge of the airport and he was thankful for his own space in the corner, happier to bicker with his girlfriend than to make small talk with anyone else. After speaking for a little while longer, the voice on the speaker announced his flight, notifying him that there was only five minutes until the gates closed.

“I’ve got to go love but I’ll see you later on.” He stood up, throwing his carry on over his shoulder and making his way towards his gate.

“Ok, call me when you land safe.”

“Will do.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

//

On her way to the airport, (y/n) decided she could kill a bit of time by calling in with Gemma as it would beat sitting on an uncomfortable metal bench for god knows how long until Harry’s flight came in. She also figured she could pick up his charger that he mentioned leaving there last week.

Having only been with Harry for just under 10 months, she had met Anne and Robin four times, Gemma three and Des just once. There was the whole formal ‘meet the parents’ meal a few months in and, afterwards, it was a rare occasion that she was able to travel with Harry to see them on his time off- she did have her own work commitments after all.

Despite that, she wasn’t entirely nervous about meeting with Gemma again; she seemed easy enough to talk to when Harry was present so she was sure going solo wouldn’t make a huge difference. After pulling up to the apartment block and being allowed to walk on ahead through by the security guard who had come to know who she was, she made it up to the fourth floor in a matter of minutes and gave a light knock on the oak-wood door.

“Hi!” She greeted the female clone of her boyfriend as soon as the door opened. “I was on my way to the airport to get Harry but figured I may as well drop in to say hello and pick up his charger for him.”

“Couldn’t he have done that once he landed?” She tried to ignore the bitter tone to her voice, deciding instead to laugh it off.

“He’s usually too tired to function after a long flight.” She laughed.

“I know.” She gave her a pointed look. “He’s been my brother longer than he’s been your boyfriend, y’know.”

This time, she decided to stay silent and chose not to address the bitterness in her voice. Without any further word, Gemma trudged back through her flat. Not knowing if she was welcome to follow or not, (y/n) hovered awkwardly by the doorway before deciding to just follow her anyway.

She could hear her talking to someone in the kitchen, but couldn’t make out – and didn’t really have an interest in- what they were saying.

“Hi, Anne.” She gave her a warm smile once realising who the voice belonged to on her arrival to the kitchen. “It’s lovely to see you again.”

“Thanks.” She gave her a tight lipped smile, not bothering to maintain any eye contact.

“I’ll just get that charger then-“

“New bracelet?” Anne nodded to the diamond link on her arm; the brand new one that had only arrived from Harry mere hours ago.

“Oh.” She looked down at it. “Yeah.”

“How’d you afford that?” The harshness in Gemma’s voice was painfully obvious now and (y/n) didn’t miss how her mother winced slightly at the tone she had certainly not been brought up to use, but she didn’t bother reprimanding her.

“Harry got it for me.”

“Of course he did.” She laughed a dry, bitter laugh. “Just like everything else you own.”

She was taken aback to say the least and couldn’t find any words to answer with, because what exactly could she answer with?

“What she means is that you seem to be getting an awful lot off Harry lately.” Anne tried to ease the awkward atmosphere in the room but didn’t back down on defending her son from someone she thought was taking advantage of him.

“I don’t-“

“I mean, if it’s not him taking you out everywhere and paying the bill every time, it’s you getting these expensive gifts off him.”

“I don’t ask him to.” She was making a poor effort at defending herself against the two strongly opinionated women, sounding nothing short of timid and nervous. “I don’t like when he buys me things all the time.”

“Sure you don’t.” Gemma rolled her eyes. “Listen, Harry’s an adult and neither of us two can tell him who or what he spends his hard earned money on. But we just wanted to make it clear that we can see you for exactly the way you are and we’ll never accept someone into the family who takes advantage of him.”

“Gem-“

“No, Mum.” She snapped. “You said it yourself. Harry only thinks he’s in love and she’s taking advantage of that.”

She looked to Anne for confirmation that she hadn’t said such a thing after being so nice when Harry was there, but when her head stayed bowed down, eyes focused on the table, she took a deep breath and stuttered out a quiet “I’m sorry.” Before bolting to her car where she would be able to let out the hurt she was feeling.

//

Landed safe. Just getting my bags xx

In the café x

“Boo.” (y/n) jumped, startled from where she was in deep thought and didn’t have to fake the smile on her face when the familiar feeling of her boyfriend’s arms were engulfing her. “Well, somebody certainly missed me.” He laughed, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I did.” She mumbled into his shirt.

“C’mon, let’s get home, yeah?” He suggested.

“Do you want a coffee before we go?” She asked, pulling a note from her purse that would cover the price of a coffee each.

“I’d love one, actually.” She stopped him when his hand went to the pocket of his jeans where he kept loose change.

“I’ll get it.”

“Love, ‘s only a coffee.” He smirked. “Am I not even allowed to treat you to that now?”

“Not when I’m fully capable of buying it myself Harry!” Her volume had increased slightly, but not to the point where she was drawing any unwanted attention to them. “I do have a job, you know.”

“I’m aware.” He spoke slowly, trying to read her expression.

“And could you please take this,” She pulled the bracelet off her wrist. “back? I’m sick of you throwing away all your hard earned money on me.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to stay right where she was until he figured out what the hell was going on in her head. “What’s this all about? Where did you take this notion?”

“I’m not taking advantage of you.”

“No one said you were, poppet.”

Everyone says I am!”

“Well I don’t care what everyone says,” He shrugged. “I know you’re not.”

“You only-“ She took a shuddering breath in. “You only think you love me.” His face fell at her statement. “And I’m taking advantage of that.”

“No this isn’t-“ He shook his head. “This isn’t you. Is this the fans? I’ve told you not to look at what they’re saying.”

“No, it’s not the fans.”

“Who, then?”

She didn’t want to tell him; didn’t want to be the reason for a possible argument with his mother and sister. But the desperate look on his face made her want to take away all his worries.

“It doesn’t-“

“Who, (y/n)?” He was more stern now.

“Your mum and Gemma just pointed out a few things.” She swallowed. “I don’t blame them for thinking how they did.” He looked confused, angry and hurt that two of the people he cared most about were saying such things about one of the other people he cared deeply for. “It could be true-“

“It’s bullshit.” He asserted. “Complete and utter bullshit.”

“Harry-“

“Let’s go home.”

//

Much later that night, Harry crawled into bed after having a shower and could tell by how his girlfriend was breathing that she wasn’t asleep, but was still facing away from him. He decided to give her space but laid one hand on her hip, tracing mindless little patterns.

“I called mum earlier.” She didn’t respond with words but he seen how her shoulders tensed up. “I made sure she knew how wrong that was of them to say such things about you.” Still no response. “She just worries sometimes but I’ll not let them speak to you like that again.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Her voice was cracked with the emotion that had built up inside her all day.

“It’s because I love you.” He placed a kiss on her shoulder blade. “And I know I do.”

To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before

I turned my head with an eyebrow raised as she stepped out of her apartment building for the last time. She had a bag packed, draped over her shoulder, and a smile that made my heart stop. She really was coming with me.

 It was then that I realize that she was exactly what I had been looking for all this time.

I’ve never been good at that lovey-dovey, chick-flick moment crap, but there have been a few girls in my life that I thought I loved. 

And I owe them an apology because it turns out that the feelings I had for them weren’t love. I thought they were, but now, knowing the way I feel for Y/N… I have only every truly loved her.

Cassie. She was firey and passionate, and she knew what she wanted. Ultimately, the minute I bared my heart to her, revealed my world to her, she dismissed me as though I couldn’t be bothered to tell her the truth. Even after years apart when she found out the truth, I thought I could love her still. I had really never stopped loving her, but something was missing. 

I didn’t know it at the time, but I know what was wrong now. 

She wasn’t you. 

Lisa. She took me in when I thought I had no place to go. She offered me a home and a life outside of this life. She loved me unconditionally and never questioned the broken mess that I was. She allowed me to love Ben which may have been her greatest gift. She was the hardest to walk away from. 

In the end, my reason for leaving would be Sam, but I realize now what I didn’t know then. 

She wasn’t you. 

Part of me wishes I could go back in time and undo the time that I spent with these women because it was time spent that I could have been finding you, could have been loving you. But I realize now that those experiences made me the man that I am today. Without them, I’m not sure if I would be ready to love you as fully as I do. Without them I may never have realized that you were what I was really missing. 

So, to all the girls I’ve loved before… thank you. Thank you for opening my eyes and making me see. Making me see that I am capable of a love that is greater than myself, capable of loving so deeply it hurts, capable of laying it all on the line once I really found the right reason to. 

And Y/N, that reason is you. I think you know that, or you wouldn’t be coming with me now. 

I just want you to know those women helped make me a better man for you, but I’m so glad that I finally have you in my arms because you are what’s right in my world. You pull me from the darkness. You saved me when I was lost. You are the love of my life.

You, I could never live without. 

prompt list

feel free to request away
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1. “Why are we at a strip club?”
2. “I’m sorry, you said what to your teacher?”
3. “Am I dead?”
4. “It’s always been you. You and only you.”
5. “If you loved me, you’d fight for it. If you loved me, you’d show it. If you loved me, you’d fight for me. Do you even know what love is?”
6. “Stay with me.”
7. “How about we put the gun down and talk about this?”
8. “I came here to kick ass and chew gum.. and I’m all out of gum.”
9. “Whatever it is I didn’t do it.”
10. “Don’t make me regret saving you.”
11. “Are you-are you flirting with me?”
12. “I’m proud of you. I’m proud of us.”
13. “I trusted you.”
14. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”
15. “Don’t tempt me.”
16. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
17. “Is that my shirt?”
18. “Would you quit moving around?” “It’s not my fault we’re tied up together!”
19. “Does your life revolve around embarrassing me?”
20. “I can’t do this anymore.”
21. “Do you smell burning?”
22. “Look at the sky.”
23. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
24. “I will not hesitate to murder you.”
25. “It’s simple really. Here let me show you.”
26. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.”
27. “Hey have you seen my- Oh.”
28. “Go to hell.” “Already been but thanks for the invite.”
29. “Look at me.”
30. “Go away! I don’t ever want to see you again!”
31. “Don’t tell me how to calm down, you calm down!”
32. “Where did you get that?”
33. “Oh my gosh is that blood?”
34. “What are you doing here by yourself?”
35. “Here, take my hand. Everything is fine, just hold onto me and keep moving.”
36. “I don’t know who I am without you.”
37. “You don’t need to protect me.”
38. “Stop looking at me like that!”
39. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
40. “All I wanted was the truth.”
41. “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
42. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
43. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”
44. “I forgive a lot, but I never forget what was said and done.”
45. “Again?”
46. “Please shut up. Just shut up.”
47. “I’m tired of being your secret.”
48. “You know, it’s okay to cry.”
49. “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”
50. “I just want to be alone right now.”
51. “Those things you said yesterday.. did you really mean them?”
52. “Just say it is okay. I just need to hear you say that.”
53. “I love you and I am terrified.”
54. “Promise me you’ll come back.. I need you to promise me.”
55. “That’s distracting.”
56. “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”
57. “Wait a second.. are you jealous?”
58. “This is by far the most stupid plan you’ve ever created. Of course I’m in.”
59. “You did this for me?”
60. “I’m afraid this conversation is going to end in goodbye.”
61. “Would you just hold still?”
62. “We’re running low on time here.”
63. “You’ve got something on your cheek.”
64. “I’m not bothering you, am I?”
65. “Really, right now?”
66. “Wait, you’re my soulmate?”
67. “I really wish you told me your mother was in town.”
68. “You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”
69. “I can never say no to a picnic.”
70. “I could tell it was your favorite book from all the notes you wrote in the margins.”
71. “I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”
72. “I’m yours, in every way possible.”
73. “We’re not just friends, and you know it.”
74. “Well. Yell, scream, say something, anything.”
75. “Where do you think you’re going?”
76. “Nobody thinks what I think.”
77. “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”
78. “Just please be my best friend right now, and not the person I confessed my love to.”
79. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”
80. “Make me.”
81. “Well if you insist.”
82. “We’ll get through this, I promise.”
83. “I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies.”
84. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
85. “Sometimes I really dislike you.”
86. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
87. “It’s too early for this.”
88. “But then I’d have to put pants on..”
89. “If my parents knew what I was doing they’d kill me.”
90. “Are you trying to make me to hate you? Because it’s working.”
91. “Don’t open those till later!”
92. “For some reason I’m attracted to you.”
93. “To be honest I could care less.”
94. “Go on then, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”
95. “Hold my hand, we have to make this look convincing!”
96. “I’ll make it right for you.”
97. “When you smile I fall apart.”
98. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
99. “I really don’t know why I’m crying.”
100. “I won’t let you fall.”
101. “I’m like 20% sure this plan work. There’s an 80% chance we could die horribly and violently, but this plan is solid, I swear.”
102. “I’m not happy here.”
103. “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”
104. “I’m tired of being your secret.”
105. “Well if you’re up for the challenge.”
106. “I’ve moved on.”
107. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you don’t think I can see you.”
108. “If I die, I am coming back to haunt you.”
109. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”
110. “If you walk out that door don’t you dare think about coming back.”
111. “Is that a challenge?”
112. “Is it supposed to look like that? Are you sure?”
113. “I made you cupcakes cause I knew you liked them.”
114. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
115. “I mean, it could be worse.”
116. “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”
117. “This was all a dream?”
118. “It’s not what it looks like.”
119. “It’s okay I’m here for you.”
120. “Wait, you did what again?”
121. “Just talk to me.”
122. “Just leave me alone!”
123. “Let him go! It’s me who you want!”
124. “My parents asked about you again.”
125. “Make a wish.”
126. “None of this makes sense.”
127. “None of that matters anymore.”
128. “Wait this is your handwriting? I thought this was hieroglyphics.”
129. “Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.”
130. “Oh my god! You’re in love with her!”
131. “Please don’t give up on me.”
132. “Please listen to me.”
133. “Please don’t go.”
134. “Please.. I love you.”
135. “Please, take me instead!”
136. “Please don’t leave me.”
137. “Please don’t argue with me.”
138. “Promise me you’ll take care of her/him.”
139. “Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself.”
140. “Promise me you’ll stay.”
141. “Why are you taking so many photos?”
142. “I didn’t know you could play.”
143. “You can sing?”
144. “Teach me how to play?”
145. “Are you okay?” “Why do you ask?” “Because you’re wearing two different shoes.”
146. “Want to talk about it?”
147. “I just really miss talking with you.”
148. “Things don’t always turn out the way we want them to.”
149. “This isn’t just about you. It’s about what’s best for all of us.”
150. “You made me what?”
151. “Times up!”
152. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
153. “We could’ve had it all.”
154. “Are you sure you two aren’t married?”
155. “Well.. don’t keep me waiting.”
156. “Please look at me.”
157. “What have I ever done to you?”
158. “What are you doing here?”
159. “When are you going to realize I don’t care?”
160. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people stop to roll their eyes or call you crazy.. even then. Especially then!”
161. “Where did that cat come from?”
162. “Where did you get this from?”
163. “Why are you up so early?”
164. “Why can’t they see they’re meant for each another?”
165. “Why did you choose me?”
166. “Why don’t you say it to my face?”
167. “Why couldn’t you come to me with your problems?”
168. “Would you stop for a second so I can say something to you for once!”
169. “You need to calm down.”
170. “I know you told me to stop thinking about you, but I can’t get you out of my mind.”
171. “You are nothing like them.”
172. “You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”
173. “I never believed in love till I met you.”
174. “I don’t need a Prince Charming saving me.”
175. “You can’t sit on the sidelines your entire life!”
176. “You deserve so much better.”
177. “You did all of this for me?”
178. “You take my love for granted.”
179. “You haven’t even touched your food.. what’s going on?”
180. “You know my name?”
181. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this on my own.”
182. “Stay the night. Please.”
183. “What did you say?”
184. “Why are you so annoying?”
185. “Don’t ask me that.”
186. “Don’t ever mention that again.”
187. “What’s with the box?”
188. “Say it!”
189. “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”
190. “Did you do this on purpose?”
191. “Don’t give me that look! You started it!”
192. “It’s not fair!”
193. “I could kill you right now!”
194. “Don’t you dare give me that look!”
195. “Screw you!”
196. “Just shut up already.”
197. “You are so infuriating.
198. “Listen to me!”
199. “I dare you!”
200. “Please pretend to be my girlfriend/boyfriend.”
201. “You think I’m insensible enough to fall for that?”
202. “I’m not going to apologize. I can’t anymore.”
203. “Is this seat taken?”
204. “It’s midnight, what do you want?”
205. “You are strangely comfortable.”
206. “Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.”
207. “I don’t know how to feel any more.”
208. “At what point did you think that was a good idea?”
209. “Just marry me already.”
210. “Did I stutter?”
211. “Did I just say that out loud?”
212. “Did you hear that.”
213. “Don’t say you love me.”
214. “Don’t you ever do that again.”
215. “Everyone deserves a second chance.”
216. “I try so hard to forget you, but every single time it comes back to you.”
217. “H-How long have you been standing there?”
218. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
219. “I didn’t ask for any of this! But do you know what I put up with it all? Because I love you!”
220. “I just need you here with me right now.”
221. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!”
222. “We can’t lose each other, we just can’t.”
223. “I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”
224. “I never meant for anyone to get hurt.”
225. “I waited and waited, but you never came back!”
226. “I’m sick of feeling useless!”
227. “Is that what you call an apology?”
228. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”
229. “Somebody’s in love!”
230. “It’s not what it looks like.”
231. “Just hold me.”
232. “You’re the best part of me.”
233. “I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.”
234. “Can I hold your hand?”
235. “Let’s go get lost somewhere.”
236. “I just don’t know how to look forward anymore.”

Reasons why The LEGO Movie is a really, really great movie:

1. It’s got a super great message!
2. There’s not a single character you can genuinely dislike
3. There are tons of celebrities from famous and iconic shows and movies voicing the characters, like Chris Pratt, Liam Neeson and MORGAN FREEMAN, etc
4. EVERYTHING IS AWESOME
5. Everything is from the perspective from an 8 and a half year old
6. THERE ARE NO FART JOKES OR TOILET HUMOR THANK YOU LORD
7. “When you’re scraping the bottom of the barrel, you find yourself with a Will Ferrel.” A quote from the character he voices in the behind the scenes video.
8. THERES A BAD COP AND A GOOD COP THAT ARE LITERALLY THE SAME PERSON WITH TWO FACES
9. Nods to the older lego sets, with the 1980-something space guy, Benny, helmet broken and design scuffed
10. THE VILLIAN IS NOT KILLED OFF.
11. Scribble Cop is precious and he must be protected at all costs.
12. Emmet’s ending speech makes me tear up everytime. “You… don’t have to be… the bad guy. You… are the most talented. The most interesting. The most important person of all time. And you are capable of amazing things. Because you are the Special. And so am I. And so is everyone. The prophecy is made up. But it’s also true. It’s about all of us. And right now, it’s about you. And you, still, can change everything.”

Hey there guys, this is Kae. 

Let me make it clear before you read on that this post is not McHanzo related so to speak, but it is fandom related. I just got back online after a three day long mental breakdown, and I want to talk about some things. It’s gonna be a long one.

The most important thing I want to talk about is this fandom. Before Friday, when I had the first breakdown of many last weekend due to real life stuff, there was a lot going on here and building up here. Nothing out of the ordinary for me and Lynn– some people treated us badly, we responded, and suddenly there was a witch-hunt in the tag for us. Happens all the time, no big deal, usually.

But it is a big deal to me right now. Why is that not out of the ordinary for me and Lynn? Why are we used to people treating us this way, acting as if every word we speak has to be scrutinised, or as if we need to act in a way that suits everyone, or not act at all?

I want the people who think this way of us to read these words carefully: We Are Not A Service. 

We are not an official blog. We represent no one but ourselves, and we never claimed otherwise. We are just two human beings running a blog and trying to have a good time with a community who shares our interest.

Yet every time we try to do something, spanning as far back as when we brought in the Artist and Author directory or the Spotify playlist, we see hate in the tag here, or on twitter, or sent to us anonymously, because we’ve apparently done something wrong. 

Now, sometimes, when we know the source, we know what the real issue is. But if all we see is people insulting myself and Lynn as people because of the way we’ve said something or worded something, or because we acted in a way somebody didn’t like and word travels from person to person that we’re suddenly horrible, we can’t possibly know how to respond.

I had a talk with someone today who had some things about myself and Lynn miscommunicated to them by other people, who probably heard from someone else, etc, etc. When I heard what their grievances were with us and I helped clear up where they were wrong and where they were right, I feel like it was a good conversation. This person learned something about who we really are as people, and I got some constructive criticism rather than mindless hate. 

The things to be learned from that conversation are, first of all, that you can always approach me and Lynn if you have some constructive criticism. Don’t assume that someone else has and that we’ve just ignored them. I can tell you that 100% of the time thus far, we need input, because nobody just comes straight up and tells us, “Hey, I think you could do this better this way,” or something. 

Secondly, do not believe everything you hear about us. This person today heard a weird rumour that people who ship certain other ships (such as McReyes, in this case) were not going to be allowed in our McHanzo Zine. I don’t even know where that rumour came from– I ship McReyes myself, why would I do that? If you’ve heard something and you’re worried, just ask us. 

The third, learned not only by that conversation, but by my entire experience running this blog, is to try to remember that me and Lynn are just people. We have feelings, we’re not all-knowing, we’re not perfect. We do not always know if there’s a problem unless you tell us. We get things wrong sometimes and we are 100% capable of owning that and improving. Please, please don’t assume that we do not care. We see all tagged hate both here and on Twitter because we check the tags for content. It hurts when it’s personal. 

I am just getting pretty tired, my friends, which is why I’m making this post. These last few days, when I tried to come online to escape what’s happening in my life right now, all I came back to was hate, drama, and more hate, and a lot of it very personally directed at us as people. I was this close to quitting this blog, dropping the Zine, deleting Discord, etc. But then I remembered that I used to have so much fun doing this, I really did. It isn’t fun right now, and I mean that when I say it. But it can be again sometime. 

I know some of what I’m feeling has something to do with the fact that my mental health is literally in the drain right now because of things in my life, but the fact that I care about this blog has not helped, because that makes it hurt even more when the personal attacks come in.

But yeah, in summary– yes, we fuck up. No, we are not always aware of it, because we are human beings and no one is perfect. People rarely bring it to our attention when we do, and instead they complain and tag hate, which spreads, and creates an impression of us as people that others begin to think is true. This can be solved by just talking to us. 

I really mean it. Just talk to us, cause I promise you we are listening.

Forelsket. *Shawn Mendes*

Teacher!Shawn Mendes

Forelsket: (Norwegian)

-That overwhelming euphoric feeling you experience when you’re falling in love with someone.

WARNING: there’s smut in this imagine!

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Jailbreak

Plot: You and Loki have been together for years. Despite the things he has done, you have stuck with him. This time, it was his turn to stick with you. You were imprisoned in Asgard for a crime you didn’t commit after he “dies” and Loki ends up storming the place to release you.

Blog Tag: suggested by @pixierox101, thanks so much!

A/N: I need some hardcore, badass, gentle Loki in my life. Asgardian lady!reader, as suggested.

Warnings: Reader has been tortured for information, a fighting scene with guards as you are escaping

Word Count Total: 1681

Long Imagine #14

Title: Jailbreak

Originally posted by lulurandomness

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Out of Bounds

Clarke looked around and smiled for it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, it was a warm 30 degrees and seven inches of fresh powder fell overnight. She pulled her goggles down over her face and pointed her skis towards the bottom of the black diamond run and she was off. It was early morning and the slopes were all but deserted. It was quiet and peaceful, just the way she liked it. Memories of her father filled her mind while the swoosh of her skis cutting through the freshly groomed trail filled her ears. Her father Jake had put her on skis as soon as her chubby little legs were strong enough to walk. She often thought about him as she descended down the mountain. She knew her dad would be so proud of her. She was pre-med at the University of Colorado Boulder or CU as it was affectionately called. Jake putting her on skis and her sticking with it ensured that she would have a full ride scholarship. She was good, more than good and she knew it. Her coach even talked about a possible 2018 Olympic run. She was that good.

Clarke excelled at all of the downhill skiing events but her specialty was the Super G. She loved the speed, the danger and the thrill (but mostly the speed). The slalom was her dad’s event when he was a skier and he coached her youth team, fostering her love and appreciation for the slalom events. Clarke was lost deep in her happy memories when a red blur whizzed by her before stopping at the end of the trail with a spray of snow. Clarke knew that red blur; she could pick that red blur out of a crowd anywhere. Clarke came to a stop next to the blur, being sure to catch the skier with her own snow spray.

“Griffin.”

“Woods.”

Lexa Woods. Of course Lexa Woods was here. She was only the University of Denver’s top ranked skier. DU and CU had long been divisional rivals and every record Clarke set in her college career was summarily smashed by Lexa Woods. Lexa Woods and her smug smirk and her beautiful green eyes. Wait? What? Who said that? Beautiful? Ok, so maybe she was beautiful, maybe she was the most beautiful woman Clarke had ever seen in her twenty-one years.

“Taking it easy on training today Griffin?” Beautiful until she opened her mouth that was plastered with a shit-eating grin.

“Its only my first run of the day, I’m just warming up.” Clarke answered sharply.

“First run? This is my fifth. I see someone likes to sleep in. That kind of work ethic isn’t going to help CU win the championship this year.” Ugh, she was the worst. Why did her eyes have to be such a pretty shade of green?

But, the gauntlet had been dropped. “I’ll have you know that we are more than ready to whip your collective asses this year Woods.”

“Whip my ass?” Lexa said with a sexy smirk. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“See ya later Griffin.” And with that Lexa skied off to the lift, clearly ready for her sixth run of the morning.

Clarke headed for the lodge, undoubtedly annoyed by her run-in with Lexa. Lexa and her pretty curly brown hair and sexy ass that looked incredible in her skin-tight spandex racing suit. Get your shit together Griffin! She needed a coffee or a whiskey or both. Something to take her mind off of the very infuriating Lexa Woods.

Clarke opted for only the coffee as she was in training and plopped down next to the team’s equipment manager and her bff Raven Reyes.

Raven looked up from the bindings she was adjusting and greeted her pal. “Sup Griff!”

Clarke could only grunt out a gruff response “Woods, that’s what’s up.”

Raven rolled her eyes “Ugh she’s the woooorst.”

Clarke appreciated the sentiment “I know right?”

“You’re gonna beat her this year Clarkey. You’ve been ripping it up lately. No way she’s gonna keep up with you this time.”

“Thanks Rae.”

“Hey, I heard the opened the ungroomed forest trails, wanna get out the rock skis and hit them up?” Raven asked with a waggle of her eyebrows.

“Wanna get us kicked off the team when we get hurt because we were doing stupid shit?” Clarke responded.

“Griff you’re one of the best skiers in the country and I’m not even on the team, I manage the shit out of this equipment.” Raven added while pointing out the plethora of skis, bindings and boots that lay out in front of her.

Raven put on her best puppy dog eyes. “C’mon, you’ve been training like crazy and I’ve got cabin fever, a little fun is exactly what we need. Please????”

Clarke pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation. “You’re a bad influence, you know that right?”

“Oh I’m a terrible influence, but you still love me.”

Clarke only smiled at her goofy friend. “Let’s go.”

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Clarke and Raven arrived at the top of the mountain stopping only for a moment to appreciate the picturesque scenery before heading off to the forest trail. These were expert only, at your own risk trails, they weren’t groomed or patrolled and they were definitely not for the faint of heart, but Clarke secretly loved them. It was skiing as it was meant to be, just the skier, the snow, and the mountain. It was also incredibly perilous and deeply exhilarating, one slip or misplaced turn and you were headed face first into the nearest tree.

They were making their way through the trail at an easy pace, wanting to enjoy the day and the backdrop, neither ready to reach the bottom and jump back into their responsibilities. Then out of the corner of her eye she spotted the red blur as it flew by her again for the second time today. Lexa Woods was like a bad hangover she just couldn’t recover from. Leaving her with a pounding headache and an upset stomach, maybe those were butterflies, but whatever.

Then she saw it, the little brown bunny that sprung out from the tree line and hopped right in front of Lexa. The bunny just froze on the trail as Lexa tried to adjust and turn quickly to avoid squishing the poor thing under her skis. Clarke was a good thirty feet behind Lexa but she heard the crash as clear as if she was standing right next to her. She looked back at Raven who pulled up next to her and they both took off down the trail towards Lexa.

The bunny bounded away unharmed as Clarke popped out her bindings and Raven followed suit. Lexa was sprawled out motionless on her stomach, skis and poles strewn about the nearby forest. Clarke kneeled next to her head.

“Lexa?” Lexa didn’t move and Clarke was terrified that she was seriously injured. She turned to Raven, “Rae, go get the ski patrol and get them up here, I’ll stay with her.”

“Clarke.” Raven wanted to object but she could tell by Clarke’s tone that she was serious. “Ok, I’ll get them right up here.”

Clarke watched as Raven stepped back in her bindings and skied off down the trail. Her pre-med training kicked in and she made a visual evaluation of Lexa’s body. Nothing looked broken; she was wearing a helmet so hopefully no head injury, and Clarke couldn’t see any blood. All good signs so far.

“Griffin?”

Clarke let out the breath she didn’t even know she was holding. Lexa was conscious, that was a very good sign.

“I know you’re still here, but I am far too embarrassed to turn over and look at you. I’m fine, you can go down and catch your friend.”

Clarke shook her head at Lexa’s obvious stubbornness. “No, not until you let me look you over and make sure you’re ok.”

“Why would I let you look me over?”

Clarke let out an exasperated sigh. “Woods I’m pre-med, I am more than capable of administering simple first aid, now stop being a stubborn jackass and turn over so I can check you out.”

Lexa rolled over with a smug smile. “I always knew you wanted to check me out.”

Clarke could only roll her eyes at Lexa as she chuckled. Alright, maybe she was beautiful and a little bit charming, that didn’t mean anything.

Lexa held up her left arm that was previously trapped underneath her body “Um, Clarke, this probably isn’t good right?”

Clarke stopped laughing as soon as she saw the blood all over Lexa’s left forearm. She could tell by the amount of blood and the ragged tear in her jacket that Lexa had obviously cut herself on something sharp when she crashed. “Shit” Clarke muttered as she moved next to Lexa and immediately gripped her forearm, applying the proper amount of pressure to halt the blood flow.

She looked up at Lexa who had turned a much paler shade at the sight of the gash in her arm. Clarke needed to keep her calm so shock wouldn’t set in.

“Lexa, look at me.” Lexa complied and looked at Clarke. “Hold your arm just like this, ok?”

Lexa nodded as she replaced Clarke’s hand with her good one. Clarke quickly unwrapped the scarf from around her neck.

“Ok, you can let it go.” Lexa nodded again and released her hand as Clarke replaced it with her scarf, using it as a makeshift bandage. Clarke worked quickly and confidently, her years of training paying off in spades. She then took off her coat and rolled it up in a ball placing on the ground behind Lexa before reaching up and removing Lexa’s helmet. She encouraged Lexa to slowly lie back on the coat, now makeshift pillow, and moved her arm to elevate it above her heart.

“You’re pretty good at this Griffin.” Lexa spoke, the color in her face returning to its pink winter blush.

“Thanks. Not a big fan of blood are you Woods?” Clarke only chuckled at Lexa’s obvious discomfort.

“No, not so much.” Lexa answered honestly and without sarcasm. It was different to see her like this, big bad Lexa Woods, afraid of a little blood. Ok so it wasn’t a little bit of blood, it was actually a good amount. But here she was and something about her was softer, more vulnerable. Whatever it was Clarke liked it. She liked this Lexa Woods. Who was she kidding? She had liked Lexa Woods long before this.

Clarke looked down at her as Lexa fiddled with the fabric around her arm. She was trying to blow and errant curl away from her face and adjust her pushed up jacket sleeve at the same time, neither very successfully. Without even realizing what she was doing, Clarke reached down and grabbed the mischievous curl, tucking it gently behind Lexa’s tiny little ear.

Lexa stopped all of her movements and looked up at Clarke staring deeply into the blue eyes above her. Lexa mesmerized Clarke, her own gaze fixed on the emerald pools that were Lexa’s eyes before she dropped a quick glance down to her soft pouty lips. She saw Lexa’s gaze drop down to her own lips and she leaned down. Clarke paused for a second, giving Lexa the chance to stop her, but she didn’t. Lexa picked her head up and captured Clarke’s lips. Clarke felt a spark of electricity course through her entire body when their lips finally touched. She could feel Lexa’s plush lips moving skillfully against her own and she let out a soft sigh of delight in the feeling.

“Clarke! Clarke!” Fucking Raven and her perfect timing.

She pulled back from Lexa who only smiled sweetly up at her as Raven and the ski patrol arrived on the scene. They had hauled the orange medical sled over to them and had Lexa securely strapped inside of it in only a few short minutes. Clarke watched intently as the ski patrol picked up the handles of the sled as they maneuvered Lexa into place for the journey to the base of the mountain.

“Meet me at the bottom?” Lexa asked with a soft smile.

“I’ll be waiting.” Clarke answered with her own equally soft smile. “You owe me a drink for all this trouble Woods.”

Lexa only smiled again. “Yes I do Griffin, yes I do.”

The ski patrol skied off with Lexa in tow, slowly traversing the dangerous path. Raven sidled up next to Clarke and watched as they began their descent.

“What the fuck was that all about?” Raven asked with a smirk.

“Nothing.” Clarke answered brusquely. “Let’s go.”

“Yeah right, nothing.” Raven could only laugh at her love struck friend.

Quick centering exercise

1. List five things you are grateful for right this second. Maybe it’s ‘my good health’ or ‘my warm bed’ or ‘my fun workmates’ or ‘my new jacket’. 

2. List four things you’d like to achieve today. Maybe it’s just ‘take a shower’ or ‘go for a walk’, or maybe it’s ‘follow up a resume’ or ‘talk to my friend about my issue with them’. 

3. List three things that you’re worrying about right now, and in a few words why you’re worrying about each. Be completely honest with yourself. 

4. List two people who genuinely lift you up and make you feel supported, hopeful and happy. 

5. Write this down - “I am a person with all of the colours within me. I’m capable of many different lives, and I get to decide which one I live.” 

6. List two things you do that you’d like to do less in life. Maybe it’s ‘do less late night shifts’, or ‘ stop hanging out with that person who brings me down’ or ‘argue less with my sibling’. 

7. List three things you do that bring you genuine self-esteem. Maybe it’s ‘working out’, ‘playing a computer game’ or ‘finishing a book’ or ‘making a good coffee’.

8. List four things would like to improve upon. Maybe you’d like to be more organised, maybe you’d like to get up at the same time each morning, maybe you’d like to listen more and talk less. 

9. List five things you genuinely love about yourself. Maybe you’d do anything for your mother, maybe you are really good at helping a friend in a crisis, maybe you’re a very loyal employee, maybe you love your handwriting, maybe you like the scar on your leg. 

10. Lastly, write this down - “I am powerful. I am strong. I am full of all things - love, sadness, light, anger, fever. I deserve happiness and only I can create it.” 

alright, alright…I guess I’ll share my completely unsolicitied voltron/a:tla headcanons ((please feel free to add on to this if you want I would love it so much))

it’s long and detailed so I’ll spare your dash (I say to my four followers) and put it under the cut

BUT!!!! if you skip to the end there’s ember island stuff and I know u wanna see that so

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I just want to say something to everyone angry at Walter.

Not in a confrontational way, just in a “please read what I have to say” way.

I have this problem, a lovely result of one of my mental illnesses that causes me to have missing time.  It’ll be 1pm, I’ll blink and it’s 6pm, and I’ll pick up my phone and see texts and Facebook activity that I genuinely do not remember. A guest will come down to the desk at work and ask me if I’ve worked out teh situation yet and I don’t know what they’re talking about.  I have an entire class that I took in college that I only know I took because I have a grade.  I vaguely remember talking to the prof once.  But that is three hours a week for an entire semester that I do not have in my memories.  Missing time is some of the most terrifying shit I’ve ever experienced and it’s something you really cannot understand unless you live it.

When I had my wisdom teeth out I was terrified I was going to say or do something embarassing while under the effects of the meds. I made my mom take all my electronics and demanded she not give them back to me until I was back to myself, and I made her promise that if I ended up not remembering anything that happened, she had to tell me. This happened a few years before the missing time from mental illness started, but I’ve always been anxious about other people having memories of me that I don’t have of myself.  In college some classmates would tell me things I said or did, sometimes teasing me, sometimes really telling me, and I would have no idea if they were telling me the truth or not.  Thankfully, so far, I’ve never been made aware of me saying or doing anything largely significant during these missing time periods.  But if I did ever find out I did, I’d feel terrified, embarassed, betrayed, and violated.  I’d react to that in a way that people who don’t have these issues - and even some that do, since we all react differently - wouldn’t understand. 

Team Scorpion had the gaps in Walter’s memory that he didn’t have.  They didn’t tell him because they believed it was best (and I agree that they made the right decision at the time even though I am annoyed that Paige essentially flaunted Tim in front of him and acted like she had no idea why Walter couldn’t just like the guy), but Walter can’t see that right now.  He’s not capable of that right now.  All he understands is the first part of that sentence.  They didn’t tell him.  He feels safe around that team and right now he probably doesn’t feel safe, especially since they kept denying it and a few of them tried to laugh it off.  This is probably the first time he’s experienced missing time and those minutes he hadn’t had were some of the most significant of his life.  It is going to take him longer than a few hours of thinking upstairs for him to fully process it.  

He’s acting rashly, and it’s not because of his IQ vs his EQ.  It’s because that sort of thing can be legitimately traumatic and I know this firsthand.  

Affirmations to help build positive self talk<3
  1. All is always well. 
  2. I am confident and capable.
  3. I attract positive people in my life.
  4. I know who I am and I am enough.
  5. The positive energy around me is continuously expanding.
  6. I choose to be present and mindful right now.
  7. I am grateful for my miraculous life.
  8. I choose to think positive thoughts that serve me.
  9. I fulfill the promises I make to myself and others.
  10. I love sharing my happiness with everyone around me.
  11. I feel energetic and so alive.
  12. I am in control of the way I respond to the behavior of others.
  13. I have the will. I have the way.
  14. I am love, peace, hope, joy, truth and positive, radiant light!
  15. I forgive and release. I am filling my heart and mind with love.
  16. All of my needs are met. I thrive from where I am right now.
  17. I inhale positivity and exhale negativity.
  18. I fuel my body with health and activity.
  19. I am talented, creative and successful.
  20. Like the waves of an ocean, peace washes over me; cleansing and rejuvenating my spirit.
  21. I choose to reach for a better feeling.
  22. I grow stronger every day.
  23. I speak kindly to myself and others. 
  24. My life is unfolding perfectly.
  25. I choose to see everyone as an opportunity and search for solutions.
My Small Bean

Note: This is my first ever fan fiction, so please don’t expect too much. The prompt is too cute I had to write it. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Pairing: Mare Cal

Word count: 1,926 

“We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it I HATE YOU but also thanks”

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Hi Friends!

I am frustratingly stuck between jobs at the moment, so I set up a Redbubble account to see if I could supplement my nonexistent income a little bit. 

These are some of the things that I have up there. Right now it’s all ace-themed designs, and I’m working on adding more to it. I’m also open to design suggestions, so if you have a thought feel free to shoot it my way and I’ll let you know if it is within my graphic design capabilities. :)

It would be great if you could check it out! And even if you don’t want to buy anything, I would really appreciate if you reblog to help spread this around! Thanks!

Just for Now

Just for Now

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Jesse McCree/Tekhartha Zenyatta

Rating: T (swearing)

Word Count: 2,036

Summary: Jesse has a hard time falling asleep. Zenyatta is here to help.

For all intents and purposes, Jesse McCree should have been exhausted.

Should have been exhausted, because in the chaos of the recall, he had spent all day with the other former members clearing out the Watchpoint from its previous life. Jesse had spent his second day in Gibraltar hauling boxes of trash–outdated equipment, leftover debris, broken furniture–out to the loading bay for disposal. He must have made a hundred of those trips through the maze of corridors, trips that his muscles would definitely be reminding him of tomorrow morning.

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Sorry, Sammy!

Originally posted by yaelstiel

This is for @impalaimagining​​​ Sam Winchester’s Birthday Challenge. I chose the song, ‘Fighter’, by the legendary, iconic, beautiful and stunning Xtina. Along with the quote, ‘You got something against magic?’. The song is sorta woven into the fic and also flat out addressed too.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Sam x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL)

Warnings: Angst, mentions of cheating and heartbreak, bitchy reader, slight fluff, unhappy Samantha, but it stays sorta happy and fluffy…kinda…angst mixed with some fluff basically, mentions of smut

Word count: 1716

Summary: A run in with a past acquaintance brings up memories Sam would rather forget. 

A/N: Ok, so, I was gonna do the whole reader gets cheated on by a dude and Sam helps me through it. But then I remembered I love Sam in pain, so I changed it up. Few fluffy moments, but it’s angsty when it comes to Sam. Also, the readers a witch. Just thought I’d tell ya in case…u have something against witches? Iunno…Hope u like it!!

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You watched as the boys got thrown around the room.

It was amusing for a while, but you decided it was time to step in when the demon had Dean by the throat.

Lifting your arms, you muttered a spell and watched the demons melt into a pile of sludge.

Dean fell with a gasp, holding himself up as his lungs screamed for oxygen, while Sam rolled around, head throbbing as he saw your figure.

“Wh-who is that?”

You strutted towards him, kneeling down and stroking his face, pushing his sweaty hair back from his forehead.

“Y/n”, he gritted out, wincing as he got up and aiming the gun at you.

You held your hands up, staring him down.

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Home pt. 1 (Jughead Jones/Reader)

Warning: Nothing, pal. Go on.
Note/s: You, like Archie, didn’t know that Juggie is living in Riverdale High after the drive-in was closed down.
Pairing/s: You and precious Juggie.


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“Did you get everything, love?” Mom asked me as I stepped out of our family car, an easy smile on her face. “Your books? Laptop? How about money? I don’t want you starve ag-”


I laughed, holding the car door open. “I’m fine, mom, I literally posted a bunch of sticky notes on every inch of my dresser just so I won’t forget”


“Thank God” She sighed dramatically. “You wouldn’t hear the end of it if you repeated what happened to you in elementary” I chuckled at that then she glanced down her watch. “Darling, I think I should get going. I still need to make some breakfast for your father seeing that you ate all of it”


She shot me a look and I shrugged sheepishly. “I was hungry, mom”


“When are you not?” I laughed, hitching the bag strap further up my shoulder.


“I’ll try to lessen my daily intake of food next time” I promised halfheartedly and leaned towards her, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Bye, mom”


She grinned. “Bye, love”


Slamming the door shut, I sent her a final smile before turning around to enter the still empty Riverdale High.


Personally, I prefer the school this way. No people walking around, swallowing up almost every space; no offensive or stupid words being shouted by obnoxious teenagers; no gossips being whispered around; and especially, no Reggie Mantle.


Just the silence.

That’s why I like going here earlier than most people, to revel in the solitude this building has to offer that I can’t get in our family’s house.


I walked down the hallway, my footsteps being the only sound audible. I grabbed my phone from my jean pocket and checked the time.


Three more hours to go.


Both my eyebrows raised as I realized that I’m extra early today. Well, I guess that’s more time for me.


Putting it back, I set out for my locker. Once there, I pulled out some of my necessities and while doing so, I saw a slight movement in my peripherals.


Putting everything in my bag hastily, I turned my head to get a better look just to be surprised to see a certain Jughead Jones the Third walking nearer to where I am, his attention focused on his laptop as he typed away with one hand and holding it up with the other.


“Jug?” I asked, frowning, closing my locker.


He froze for a bit before looking up from his laptop’s monitor, meeting my gaze, shock evident in his endearing features.


Approaching him, I just noticed that he doesn’t have his signature beanie on, his jet black hair still damp.


“Y/N, hey” He forced out a smile.


“Hey” I greeted, still confused on why he’s here so early. “What are you doing here?”


He snorted, uneasiness still radiating off of him in waves. “I just wanted to see how this institution looks like without the people milling around like the execution of Louis the sixteenth is being held here. Now, what are you doing here?”


Not the answer I’m expecting but it’ll do….for now.


“Came extra early” I shrugged, smiling. “You know how I am, Jug”


A smile tugged at his lips, the tension leaving his body. “Unfortunately”


Ignoring how devastatingly attractive he is right now, I pouted. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with me! I’m completely….alright”


He snorted, going back to his laptop. “Alright? That all you got?”


“Okay, since you’re so bothered of my word choice, how about ‘decent’? That good enough for you, Juggie?” I batted my eyelashes at him even though he’s not looking at me.


“No, I’m thinking that the word ‘beautiful’ suits you more”


I stopped breathing. Did he just….flirt at me? Jughead flirted? Is he capable of even doing that?


Isn’t he asexual?


“What?”


He lifted his face to look at my shocked expression then smirked. Gosh, that smirk. “If it isn’t painstakingly obvious to you, Y/N, then it gives me great pleasure to tell you that I am indeed flirting with you”


F*ck.

“Wha- is this- you-?” I stuttered, unable to complete a sentence with my mind buzzing with multiple thoughts that I can’t grasp at the moment.


Suddenly, the bastard laughed.


He laughed.


I stopped my mindless mumbling and realized that he’s only playing me. That idiot.


With narrowed eyes, I smacked the back of his head which was quite difficult to do since he’s just so darn tall.


Immediately, his laughing ceased and he stared at my indignant form.


“That wasn’t funny, Jones” I said seriously.


Especially since I’m hoping for it to be true. I added in my mind.


He raised a brow. “If you must know, my dear companion, sardonic humor is my specialty”


“You call that sardonic?”


Jug stared at me in a challenging manner.


“Yes”

anonymous asked:

okay, i just can't stop thinking about this? but like, i imagine that if kuroo has an s/o, they're probably going to be friends with kenma, right? i, along with probably the rest of the fandom, also headcanon that kenma has anxiety. so can you do a scenario where said gf is with JUST kenma (probably waiting for kuroo or planning his surprise party or something) and suddenly kenma gets a mental breakdown so she kinda comforts him while kuroo gets a call and rushes to where they are?

I have so many things to say with Kenma, but I hope that this turned out to your satisfaction. Honestly, I think Kenma is very strong. But even the strong have their weak moments, and they deal with it the best they can, right? So I think that his way of dealing would be his silence, and all his different sides just collapsing into each other, and Kenma forgets who he is a little. I’m no expert on anxiety, and I can only base this on my singular experience, but I only wish that when it happened, I had been around someone I could trust, like Kenma has.


“But just because it burns doesn’t mean you’re gonna die,
You gotta get up and try, try, try.”
-Try, Pink.


Kenma’s never been one for many words. It’s a quiet afternoon, a rare day in Tokyo indeed, and Kenma’s silence as you manoeuvre his mouse across his monitor is more than the approval you need. Maybe he’s just in a giving mood, or maybe there’s something about the way the sky’s darkening today, but just because you can’t put a finger on it, doesn’t mean it’s less valuable in the slightest.

“I’m going to press create, okay?” You glance down once at your friend’s defeated posture and grin. Kenma doesn’t even bother nodding, or speaking, he simply looks up at you with that exasperatedly dead expression on his face, and you know that it’s ago.

You press create, like you had said, and the ‘create your character’ screen pops up immediately. As expected of the newest graphics card, there’s zero lag in this gamer’s build.

“Alright,” you tell him as you lean back, “now it’s all yours.”

“I see I shouldn’t have been glad when I found out that Kuro’s girlfriend is a gamer too.”

“What’s wrong?” You grin some more, channelling a bit of Kuroo yourself, “this is a game! It’s a good game! You can’t just play on those tiny buttons all the time.”

“This is an MMORPG, and yes, I can.”

“Since you don’t want to socialize in person, you can talk to people online.”

Kenma looks at you witheringly. “I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”

“You’re the one who invited me over,” you practically glow at the memory.

“Yeah, that’s ‘cus you wouldn’t stop bothering me about this game.”

“Not because you like me?”

“Get out.”

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Today I wanted to delete my blog, but I didn’t. Instead, I purged all but a few posts on this blog. Why? Well, I needed a fresh start, and I didn’t want to leave you all in the dust, because without your support, I wouldn’t be where I am right now. I apologise for this being so sudden, and I hope you continue to enjoy the things I do. A lot has changed since I began this blog, I’ve met some amazing, kind and talented people. I’ve even created things I never thought I’d be capable of creating. All I can really say to that, is thank you.  

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