and can you tell that I've only watched like the first half hour of it

anonymous asked:

Hello, I love your blog! In a few months I'll be moving to a new city for a new job. I've moved around before, but I've always moved with family members (which makes it easier I think) and this will be my first time living completely alone in a new place. I'm also a bit of an introvert and can have a hard time finding friends. Do you have any tips on making this transition a bit smoother and staying social? Thank you!

Living On Your Own (For the First Time)

1. PKW. Phone, keys, wallet. Every time you go anywhere. Check twice. The worst part of living on your own is having to rely on yourself to never forget to lock yourself out or leave your wallet at a sandwich shop in a mall. Make absolutely sure you have duplicates of your keys (I would get a couple made) and give one to a friend who lives nearby who you can count on. I also like to keep an extra set inside the apartment itself in a secure place, just in case. Your landlord can let you in during office hours, but giving a key to a trustworthy friend helps you 24/7.

2. Cleaning routine. You don’t have to sit down at a writing desk and draft this out, but spend a few minutes coming up with a basic cleaning regime for you to follow. It’s definitely easier to do a little each day, but if that doesn’t work for your schedule set aside at least an hour and a half during your time off to get your apartment spotless. I don’t know about you, but whenever I deep clean my apartment I feel like I’m living in a hotel for a day, and I absolutely love it.

3. Make a “moving” shopping list. This is everything you will need (minus food) for your first week at your new place. First aid kit, cleaning supplies, tape, cat food, etc. Your first week moving into your new place will be stressful enough, you don’t want to be halfway through setting up your living room and realize that you forgot to buy trash bags.

4. Secure yourself. I’m not the most agile or fast person in the world, and I do live in a mid-sized city that has a good deal of crime. The apartment complex I live in is very safe, but I still like to double lock my front door at night. It might be smart to keep some pepper spray or a baseball bat somewhere in your apartment, just in case.

5. Stay social. Even the most anti-social person gets lonely. Make sure to hang out with your friends, not just your co-workers, your actual friends. Get out off your apartment every few days and go see a movie, get a cup of coffee, go people watching at the park, etc. It’s easy to get depressed if you’re living alone and doing the same things the same way every day- allow yourself to mix it up.

6. Meal prep. It can be stressful and seem useless to cook complicated or “fancy” meals when you’re living on your own. Plan your meals for the week and make a list before going shopping. Get yourself enough food to make a variety of dinners that will only take you fifteen minutes. If you do want to go crazy and make steak and mashed potatoes for yourself, make enough for two meals. Also, nobody is going to think poorly of you for stocking your fridge with a couple frozen dinners.

7. Customer service. Living alone means that you are going to be doing a lot of talking to customer service representatives. Get comfortable talking to people over the phone. Tell the rep what you need as quickly as you can, and try to be polite because customer service at a phone center is a garbage job that doesn’t pay well. On the flip side, don’t be afraid to ask for a manager if you’re upset or unhappy with your service. Take their survey at the end of your phone call, tell them how unhappy you are. It’s someone’s shitty job to look at all those surveys, no complaint goes unheard. Companies with great phone service: Verizon, Apple, Amazon. Companies with awful phone service: USPS (literally the worst), electric companies, health insurance companies.

8. Guest space. This is not required, but it’s a good idea to have some sort of space for a friend to stay the night. A friend of mine had a bad breakup, showed up at my apartment with ten minute’s notice, and then fell asleep on my couch after an hour of crying. It as 7:30! Whatever, she needed it. Keep an extra blanket and pillow in your closet, I like to keep travel sized shampoos and conditioners in my bathroom cabinet on the off chance a guest wants to use my shower. I got these at a hotel for free, but they’re available at CVS and other pharmacies.

9. Toilet paper. Don’t let yourself run out of toilet paper! I like to buy more when I notice I only have one roll left. The same deal goes for paper towels.

10. Enjoy. Living on your own is simoltaneously exciting and exhausting, but an all around must-have experience. Enjoy the freedom to forget to make the bed, to decorate your bathroom however you want, to have ice cream for dinner, to watch reruns of Friends and cry when Rachel decides to move to France. Make sure to give yourself lots of space to move at your own pace, but please remember to eat three meals a day and to go to the doctor’s for a checkup at least once a year!

Making Friends

First things first- we as humans are social creatures. We seek out social interaction, even the most antisocial person in the world still needs the occasional stimulating conversation. Don’t stress about making friends, it’ll happen one way or another.

The best friendships are created organically, but that said, there are some things you can do to quicken the process.

1. Friends by proximity.  Be social and inquisitive when meeting your new co-workers and that openness will help you create fast friendships. Ask lots of questions, people love it when you ask them lots of questions about things. Remember elementary school? Remember how easy it was to make friends then? You’ve got this.

2. Places. Hang out at places that you would normally hang out with your friends. Scope out cool bookstores and cozy coffeeshops, and be on the lookout for similar-minded people. Find reasons to talk to these strangers, whether that means asking them for directions, what they’re drinking, etc. The next time you run into them, you’ll be able to start up a conversation.

3. Events. One of the quickest ways to make lots of new friends is to join a group that meets weekly that does something that’s important to you. This could be anything from a book club, to a Dungeons and Dragons game, to volunteer work. Go to your local library and read the bulletin board looking for groups that interest you. You may have to get on the internet to find something close by. At the very least you’ll have a weekly social event to go to where you won’t feel out of place.

4. Neighborly. This next one depends on you, but if you have cool looking new neighbors introduce yourselves to them. Hit them up at random and say something casual like “I was going to go out for a drink, wanna join?” Planning things in advance puts pressure on acquaintances, so try to be spontaneous.

If any of my followers have any ideas, please chime in! And good luck!

Jason, Percy, and Capes

Or; Bi Ace Jason and His Journey of Self-Discovery

Or; Jason is Ace and I Am Projecting

So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of a thing between them. Jason only lets Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his friend.

One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape. He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he leaves.)

A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.

That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday. This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so damn happy, and Percy laughs with him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)

Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins, nervousness wobbling his voice, is there any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.

Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a lot, actually. And he likes the touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly okay with, but it’s the thought of it that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.

Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done, she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion, she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.

Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night, which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door, he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner. Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains, sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.

Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things, ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much beyond what they are doing currently. Okay, Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are, and—

Oh.

He’d said—

I love you too, Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch, and they fall asleep halfway through Return of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.

When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue, purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all of their capes.

Strength of Your Beliefs

He comes back to the hospital much later, well past the end of visitor’s hours, when he’s certain that Maggie and Melissa will have gone home for the night. He’s held up for a moment at the nurse’s station, but they all remember him as the lunatic who had completely lost his mind when Scully had first been admitted, and none of them seem too keen on telling him he can’t see her.

Her room is dark; more likely than not, he realizes, she’s asleep. Sudden misgivings make him pause just outside the door.

She’s been through an unimaginable ordeal. Mulder’s mind is full of the transcripts that clog the files in his office- the testimonies of alleged abductees who returned with stories of unimaginable torture, of extensive and invasive testing done without any anesthesia, and the idea of any of that happening to Scully makes him want to vomit. Even if her mind doesn’t remember what she’s suffered, her body still does, and she needs her rest.

Mulder asks himself, before crossing the threshold into her room: who is he here for? For her? Or for himself? He’s about to turn and leave, to let her rest undisturbed, when a soft, scratchy voice calls out to him from within the darkened hospital room.

“Are you going to stand out there all night, or are you going to come in and see me?” His face breaks into a grin, the muscles of his cheeks aching from the almost-forgotten act of smiling, and he ducks into her room.

Scully smiles softly up at him as he crosses to her. Without sparing a glance at the chairs waiting along the wall to receive visitors, he sits down at the edge of her bed, by her hip. She reaches for him without hesitation, and he holds her hand tightly in his own, the way he had longed to before, when he’d felt too self-conscious under the infuriatingly knowing smiles of her mother and sister. She smooths her thumb over the backs of his knuckles in a gentle caress and he feels, finally, as though everything is going to be all right.

“I didn’t know if you would be awake,” Mulder says, his voice thick.

“I was waiting,” she tells him. “I had a hunch you might come back.”

“How are you feeling?” he asks. The smile slides slowly off of her face.

“Frustrated,” she confesses. “I’ve been lying here all afternoon, trying to remember something, anything, about what happened, about where I’ve been.” She sighs. “I remember calling you, leaving you a message… I remember Duane Barry breaking my window, and then….” She shakes her head. “Nothing. Nothing at all until I woke up this morning.” She frowns. “Well, nothing except….”

“Except what?”

“I think… I must have been dreaming for at least part of the time I’ve been here, Mulder. I can’t remember all of it, but there was a nurse….” She trails off, frowning in confusion. Her eyes close for a moment.

“A nurse?” Mulder prompts her, and immediately feels guilty. If she’s drifting off to sleep, he should let her.

“Yeah,” Scully says sleepily, and her eyes flutter open again. “Nurse Owens. I remember hearing her talking to me, telling me that she’d be taking care of me… but the nurses here told me that there’s no one here with that name.” She looks up at him. “And I thought… I thought I heard your voice, too.” She yawns. “That was real, wasn’t it? You told me that you didn’t think I was ready to go yet.”

“Yeah,” Mulder whispers. “Yeah, that was real.” She gives him a gentle smile, her eyelids at half-mast. The hand not holding his gropes clumsily on the nightstand to her right, and when she brings it back, Mulder sees her cross glinting golden in the faint light from the hospital hallway.

“My mom says she told you to keep this with you,” she says. “So you could give it back to me, when you found me.” She looks up at him. “She says you wore it.”

“Yeah,” he admits, ducking his head. “That part’s true, too.” She smiles bemusedly.

“Why?” she asks, perplexed. “It’s not a symbol that means anything to you, Mulder. You believe in lots of things, but Christianity isn’t one of them.”

You are, though,” says Mulder. Scully’s hand tightens around his, and her eyes sparkle with tears. “You have your beliefs, Scully, and I have mine… and whatever the Pope might believe, the Catholic Church can only dream of being as much of a force to be reckoned with as you are.” Scully chuckles, shaking her head.

“If that’s not blasphemy, Mulder, I don’t know what is,” she says. She starts to speak again, but her words are lost in an enormous yawn.

“Get some sleep now, Scully,” Mulder says.

“I’m probably going to need all the rest I can get, to undo whatever disasters you’ve created in our office while I’ve been gone,” she grumbles, rolling onto her side, getting comfortable.

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I kept that office running just fine before you came along, Scully,” he protests.

“It’s a wonder you managed at all before me, Mulder,” Scully sighs, her eyes closing, her hand releasing his as she starts to drift off.

“It really is,” Mulder whispers as he stands, his voice so quiet that he’s certain she can’t hear him.

But as he leaves, she opens her eyes to watch him go… and she smiles.

Episode 9 of “What the hell Waves! What are you doing?! Give Nicole a friggin break!”

Once again I won’t be able to cover the immense amount that has happened in this episode, but I’ll give it a go anyway!

First off we have Waverly looking all badass and ready to fight

But loses to one heavily pregnant Wynonna

Who suddenly decides to belly bump her

I don’t know if that’s cute or weird.

Jeremy, Waverly and Dolls are watching cricket before they get called out to investigate.

Since he has wanted to get his hands on Dolls’s…cricket balls…

Dolls, Waverly and Nicole arrive at the scene to find the crispy critter which they think is Twisted Tucker, so they call Tucker’s *sisters* to identify him.

Beth turns up only to pass out (what a wuss) and wakes to see Waverly. Now I don’t know if my eye’s deceive me but it looks like Black Widow Beth is flirting with her! and not only that, but she than makes out that Tucker isn’t really that bad and was just in love with Waverly!

No, it’s not fine, in what universe is it fine?

After being mean to Nicole and a bit of a hypocrite “Yeah, I called an Earp a hypocrite, so shoot me *sees Wynonna with Peacemaker* I don’t mean Literally!”

Waverly mopes at Shorty’s

So she decides to drink with Rosita at a spa

Don’t do it

She did it.

Dolls and Jeremy go back to the second broken seal to see if they can find anymore clues

Welll technically, you did take him in, feed him, look after him and make sure that he didn’t die by his own or someone else’s hand so yeah, you are the daddy

After an awkward dinner in which Wynonna tell Doc that she wants his ring that is the third seal to break is so she can bring the demon who cursed them all back so she can kill him, Doc try’s to leave.

So Wynonna belly bumps him as well.

Upon hearing a creepy sound (that is connected to the even creepier portrait) Wynonna and Doc take action

Lol, ‘decorative pillows’

Yes ma’am.

Waverly decides to develop a “backbone” and sends poor Nicole an absolutely atrocious text, Rosita, I’m with you on this.

Rosita knows she went to far and now so does Waverly. Rosita then explain to her that nothing is perfect, in life you take the bad with the good because it makes it interesting, she uses the champagne as an example, saying that bubbles in the champagne is carbon dioxide and that when you dri-

Bad! Bad Girls! Bad, Bad Girls! Naughty! For Shame! For Shame On You!

Well it’s good to know that you’ve grown a pair, a pair of brains! (Ouch, I think I just out sassed myself)

While Rosita’s go back to their room Waverly soon follows, only to find her on the floor and stabbed by Tucker.

Tucker try’s to convince Waverly that they are the same and that they were meant to be together as family, he also tell her about what has happened to his real sisters. 

I hope you frostbit really hurt, it goes well with your black heart

Waverly convinces Tucker to let her call Wynonna on the pretense that she is going to give them an excuse as to why she will no longer be in Purgatory.

When Tucker goes wants to leave Waverly says she needs to go to her jeep to get clothes, Tucker comments about her Wardrobe getting shorter and is then knocked out by Rosita, Waverly says she thought Rosita was dead

Holy mother of harpies, she’s a Revhead!

While Wynonna and Doc are arguing they don’t notice the creepy doll from the painting behind Wynonna until Doc throws his ring at Wynonna but the doll catches it instead

That would be so funny, if that doll wasn’t so creepy. Doc shoots at the doll but only Peacemaker puts it down.

With the doll dead Doc realises that the ring is bringing all the monsters to them so he agrees with Wynonna, after the child is born, they’ll destroy the ring together.

I sure hope he did.

At Shorty’s, Waverly and ‘Revita’ (see what I did there, clever huh?) discuss what happened and Waves remembers the text that she sent


Yes it was, you should be ashamed of yourself Waverly ‘might be half-rev’ Earp, but like Rosita says, Waverly needs to face up to what has gone on and got to Nicole to apologise, Waverly’s worried that Nicole might not want to see her.

And that is what makes Nicole so special, you can trample all over her and she will take it, she will fight to make sure you stay true to who you are, and if you told her that the only way you’d be happy is if she went away she’d leave, only if you meant it, it’s called respect, it’s called loyalty, it’s called true unconditional love, it’s called Nicole Haught.

She would always open her door for you, no matter what time you turned up at

even if it meant she would face possible death.

You see this cat? You see Nicole’s cat? This is me, this is how I feel right now,

and right now I need the litterbox.

Question: When the Black Widow cast the spell to find out where the third seal was, why did she turn up at Nicole’s home??

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm currently writing a story in which the protagonist is blind. The story is set in a fantasy world, and I've found that it's difficult to find advice on how to write a blind character in a fantasy setting. Most articles I stumble across are about blind characters in the modern world. Do you have any tips on writing a blind fantasy character? I want to make sure my story doesn't sound super ridiculous (a huge part of the plot is that she can kick ass).

This is actually a topic that sits quite close-to-home with me. I’m not blind, however, I’m partially sighted. My left eye has no sight, and have reduced vision in my right. I don’t know things from a blind person’s perspective, but I’ll do my best from what I know and what I would do. 

Descriptions

If you are writing this story from a first-person perspective then you will need to think a novel way to include descriptions of your world. It’d actually be quite interesting, relying solely on sounds and the imagined landscapes of your protagonist. If they have not always been blind, then you could include things from that perspective too. 

Also, you must do a lot of research into how blind people cope doing simple every day tasks. A lot of tasks will be the same in a fantasy world as they are in a modern setting: getting dressed, washing pots, etc. But also blind people who, say, take archery classes or anything like that. A lot of cool RNIB groups take blind people out for activity days where they might do a lot of things your protagonist might end up doing.

Research How Blind People were Treated in Different Cultures

A lot of fantasy draws upon different cultures laws, traditions, etc, and plays with them to create a completely different world. 

Add a lot of historical cultures, too. Because in the modern day many cultures are bound by the UN and Geneva Human Rights conventions, but some practises, right or wrong or simply tradition, might have gone on beforehand. 

Here’s some to start you off;

The Human Condition is Still The Human Condition

I’ve often heard it said about fantasy and sci-fi that, all though the worlds are different and strange, the characters must be human. (Well, unless they are aliens—that’s another topic.) But they must feel things, think things, work things out. And, all though your protagonist lives in a world that’s not like our own, they will still no doubt have a lot of the same feelings. Especially if they are young. I don’t know how old you are going for here, but here’s some things that really effected me as a partially blind person and some people I knew from various projects who were actually blind. 

Being independent: A lot of us really wanted to be independent above all else, even when it made things harder for us. I was offered the chance to do exams in a separate area and be able to leave when I was done but I wanted to do them in the Hall and have to sit there for hours. We had teaching assistants who sat with us and most of us used every opportunity to ditch them or go without, half to prove we can do things by ourselves but half so we could join in. 

Joining in: This brings me happily onto my second point. A lot of that first point was solely just to be able to join in. Yes, in the modern day it’s more of a… ‘Man, I was I could play games well,’ thing, but in a fantasy world it might be some great Tourney or Hunt, or simple childhood games in the woods that the protagonist wishes to join in with. 

More than bullying, it was the people who tried to tell me I couldn’t do anything that hurt me. Bullies got told off sometimes, or came and went, but people like my mom or teachers saying what I couldn’t do; that sticks. 

TL:DR: It’s the circumstances that change, not the emotions. 

Avoid The Badass Blind Monk Who Can Kick Your Ass Trope

Yeah, unfortunately being blind can be a problem. As a half-blind person myself, and knowing how lucky I am to have any sight at all, I do find it annoying the amount of blind characters who seem to only be blind so that the audience can be amazed when they start pulling off amazing martial arts moves, or knowing exactly where things are to pick up, etc.

This isn’t to say your character won’t be able to learn martial arts, or maybe some magic that helps them with placement, etc. That’s fine. But please include drawbacks of actually being blind, things that blind readers would identify with and that readers with sight would learn a lot from. 

For example, yes, it can be quite scary, when you are alone, and you can’t open your eyes. You don’t know who’s around you, friend or foe or terrifying monster. The protagonist never has to admit their fears or problems to others if that’s their character, but they can admit them to themselves. And, in that way, they can hopefully overcome them, too. 

Finally, It’s not the best movie ever, but I’d also give The Village a watch, especially the scene in the forest. It handles the protagonist being blind quite well in that regard. But you’ll need to try and read some books that describe the situation, too.

knitman  asked:

hi! i've been living on my own for awhile lately but always with roommates, do you have any tips on moving into an apartment alone for the first time?

I actually spent four months living in my current apartment on my own when we first moved in. As part of my boyfriend’s associates degree, he was required to intern out of state, so we had that long distance lifestyle for a few months. That was interesting. I guess technically he still lived with me because he helped pay the rent, but it sure as hell felt like I was living on my own. In my experience:

1. PKW. Phone, keys, wallet. Every time you go anywhere. Check twice. The worst part of living on your own is having to rely on yourself to never forget to lock yourself out or leave your wallet at a sandwich shop in a mall. Make absolutely sure you have duplicates of your keys (I would get a couple made) and give one to a friend who lives nearby who you can count on. I also like to keep an extra set inside the apartment itself in a secure place, just in case. Your landlord can let you in during office hours, but giving a key to a trustworthy friend helps you 24/7.

2. Cleaning routine. You don’t have to sit down at a writing desk and draft this out, but spend a few minutes coming up with a basic cleaning regime for you to follow. It’s definitely easier to do a little each day, but if that doesn’t work for your schedule set aside at least an hour and a half during your time off to get your apartment spotless. I don’t know about you, but whenever I deep clean my apartment I feel like I’m living in a hotel for a day, and I absolutely love it.

3. Make a “moving” shopping list. This is everything you will need (minus food) for your first week at your new place. First aid kit, cleaning supplies, tape, cat food, etc. Your first week moving into your new place will be stressful enough, you don’t want to be halfway through setting up your living room and realize that you forgot to buy trash bags.

4. Secure yourself. I’m not the most agile or fast person in the world, and I do live in a mid-sized city that has a good deal of crime. The apartment complex I live in is very safe, but I still like to double lock my front door at night. It might be smart to keep some pepper spray or a baseball bat somewhere in your apartment, just in case. 

5. Stay social. Even the most anti-social person gets lonely. Make sure to hang out with your friends, not just your co-workers, your actual friends. Get out off your apartment every few days and go see a movie, get a cup of coffee, go people watching at the park, etc. It’s easy to get depressed if you’re living alone and doing the same things the same way every day- allow yourself to mix it up.

6. Meal prep. It can be stressful and seem useless to cook complicated or “fancy” meals when you’re living on your own. Plan your meals for the week and make a list before going shopping. Get yourself enough food to make a variety of dinners that will only take you fifteen minutes. If you do want to go crazy and make steak and mashed potatoes for yourself, make enough for two meals. Also, nobody is going to think poorly of you for stocking your fridge with a couple frozen dinners.

7. Customer service. Living alone means that you are going to be doing a lot of talking to customer service representatives. Get comfortable talking to people over the phone. Tell the rep what you need as quickly as you can, and try to be polite because customer service at a phone center is a garbage job that doesn’t pay well. On the flip side, don’t be afraid to ask for a manager if you’re upset or unhappy with your service. Take their survey at the end of your phone call, tell them how unhappy you are. It’s someone’s shitty job to look at all those surveys, no complaint goes unheard. Companies with great phone service: Verizon, Apple, Amazon. Companies with awful phone service: USPS (literally the worst), electric companies, health insurance companies.

8. Guest space. This is not required, but it’s a good idea to have some sort of space for a friend to stay the night. A friend of mine had a bad breakup, showed up at my apartment with ten minute’s notice, and then fell asleep on my couch after an hour of crying. It as 7:30! Whatever, she needed it. Keep an extra blanket and pillow in your closet, I like to keep travel sized shampoos and conditioners in my bathroom cabinet on the off chance a guest wants to use my shower. I got these at a hotel for free, but they’re available at CVS and other pharmacies.

9. Toilet paper. Don’t let yourself run out of toilet paper! I like to buy more when I notice I only have one roll left. The same deal goes for paper towels.

10. Enjoy. Living on your own is simoltaneously exciting and exhausting, but an all around must-have experience. Enjoy the freedom to forget to make the bed, to decorate your bathroom however you want, to have ice cream for dinner, to watch reruns of Friends and cry when Rachel decides to move to France. Make sure to give yourself lots of space to move at your own pace, but please remember to eat three meals a day and to go to the doctor’s for a checkup at least once a year!

realistic drabble series: kim namjoon (m)

Originally posted by parkjiminer

pairing: Namjoon x Reader.
genre/warnings: smut, fluff.
words: 1544.
summary: Namjoon wants to try car sex, but this is real life; not fanfiction.

jin. yoongi. hoseok. namjoon. jimin. taehyung. jungkook.

a/n: PART 4! AS ALWAYS, OTHER PARTS FOUND ABOVE^ ENJOY! Also, theres some sappy shit in this short fic so get ready for that lmao.

His hands slip through your hair as he deepens the kiss, tongue sliding sweetly over your lower lip to entwine with yours, his chest leaning against yours until you’re pressed further back into the seat. Your hands grasp the collar of his shirt as you thrive in his touch, and he lets his hands drop down to wrap his arms around you until they’re pressing into your waist and gripping you firmly. Pulling your mouth from his you glance behind you at the backseat and then back to him, catching his eyes twinkling as the light from the dash bounces off them.

“Are we really gonna do this?” You cant help but laugh, the entire idea of driving all the way to this remote lookout to do the dirty in the backseat of his car incredibly trivial to you. But, it was his idea, he wanted to do it, and when he looked at you so cheekily with his dimples staring you in the face, who were you to deny him?

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anonymous asked:

I know you don't write wayhaught but, i was wondering if you could write a soft and fluffy wayhaught cuddling fic? I've been in a big wayhaught mood lately soo

A/N: I have gotten a couple requests for these two, and since I love them as a couple and my boss (and half of my office) is out today…why not? Sorry if I haven’t quite gotten their characters down as well yet! It’s the first time I’m writing them

It wasn’t as though Purgatory stopped functioning when it snowed…no, they were too used to the bitter winters and blizzards to act like their American neighbors down south. But just because Waverly had lived there her whole life didn’t mean she had to like everything about the town—and winters? They were simply not her thing.

“Hey, baby! Wanna come keep me warm :)” Waverly texted Nicole on one particularly blustery afternoon.

Nicole hesitated. On the one hand, yes. All of the yes. But on the other hand, she was at work, and Nedley was finally trusting her enough to be in charge of the precinct when he was out, to take on bigger cases and supervise investigations. “Can it wait one hour for my shift to end?” Nicole sent back.

“Fineee…” A few minutes later: “I miss you.”

Nicole chewed on her lower lip. She missed Nicole too, and ever since they got rid of whatever that goo demon was inside of her, she’d wanted to spend as much time as possible with her girlfriend. Because now she tasted like her Waverly again, felt and acted like her Waverly—and not just sometimes, always. “I miss you too, sweetie,” Nicole sent back. “Counting down the minutes…unless you wanted to come here? Nedley isn’t in…”

Waverly grinned, glad to see that Nicole was still as excited about their relationship as she was, still as enthralled with her as she was with Nicole, still as insatiable when it came to the hours they spent together up in Waverly’s bedroom at the Homestead or in Nicole’s apartment or the Sheriff’s office or, a couple of times, in the backseat of Nicole’s police cruiser. “I’d love to, but it’s too cold.”

Nicole tried not to laugh, though all she could picture was Waverly bundled up, clutching her hot chocolate, complaining loudly about the not unseasonably cold winters in the town she chose to call home all these years. “I promise I’ll warm you up so soon!”

“Holding you to it!”

As soon as Nicole got off work, she drove over to the Homestead, stopping only to pick up a bag of the mini marshmallows she knew Waverly loved to add to her cocoa. “Waves!” she called up when the door didn’t immediately fly open.

“It’s open!” Waverly yelled.

Nicole popped her head through the door, pushing it shut and locking it back up—after all, Purgatory might be a small town, but it wasn’t the kind of place where she felt okay with whomever (or whatever) might creep through her door in the middle of the night.

“Where are you, baby?” Nicole yelled.

“Up in my bedroom,” Waverly called back.

Nicole grinned, wondering if perhaps the door had been left open to allow Waverly an entrance of sorts—maybe another surprise performance in that cheerleading uniform? She definitely wouldn’t mind an uninterrupted dance from a non-gooed Waverly.

But when she made it up the stairs, she was greeted with a very different sight: Waverly curled up in her bed, all four of her basic blankets wrapped around her with her bonus blanket draped across her lap. “Aren’t you just adorable?” Nicole laughed.

“What happened to beautiful and sexy?” Waverly pouted.

“Oh, definitely those too. Definitely. It’s just a little harder to tell when all I can see are your eyes and your nose,” Nicole teased.

“Mm, maybe you join me under the blanket?”

“I think that could be arranged…but what do you say to moving this party down to the first floor? I can make you cocoa, and you can pick a movie?”

“Can it be a documentary?” Waverly asked, suddenly perking up.

“If I get to snuggle in that blanket cocoon with you, it can be whatever you want.”

“Deal!”

A few minutes later, Nicole came out clutching two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, the bag of mini marshmallows tucked under her arm.

“You’re amazing,” Waverly gushed, reaching for the marshmallows and her mug, holding it close to her face and letting the steam warm her. “Have I told you that?”

“Mm…a couple of times. But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“Good. Because you’re amazing. Now come and cuddle me! There’s a new History Channel documentary I’ve been dying to see.” Nicole tuned out a little bit while Waverly was talking, too distracted by how perfect Waverly seemed, gesturing excitedly with her free hand as she let her enthusiasm for the subject show.

Once they started the movie, Nicole tucked herself into the blankets behind Waverly, curling around her and draping an arm protectively across her waist. She trailed soft kisses up Waverly’s neck and across her cheeks, watching as small dimples appeared on Waverly’s cheeks with every teasing kiss.

By the time Wynonna got home, Nicole and Waverly had fallen fast asleep, curled into each other under a whole pile of blankets while Netflix’s “Are you still watching?” screen blinked in the background. Shaking her head in amusement, Wynonna tip-toed across the room, turning off the television and moving the empty mugs into the kitchen sink. As much as the idea of the baby scared her, she suspected that this little Earp was going to have enough mothers and love to last a lifetime.

sunday, 3am

“Gently,” she stressed.

Sitting on the sink-counter, she looked washed-out in the harsh fluorescent light of their bathroom, a little spatter of blood staining the shoulder of her light blue scrubs, her skin a wintery kind of pale and her freckles fading as though they’d been one of God’s afterthoughts. Her braid rested tattered and ripped down her spine, long red strands falling in front of the bruises on her cheek, and as he carded her hair back behind her ear, she flinched involuntarily, her shaky hands stilling on her lap, her breath hitching.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, the bag of ice in his hand hovering before her, his brain buzzing in the overtired way he used to feel accustomed to. If his circadian rhythms were reliable, then he and his body estimated that three in the morning, maybe half past, had come and gone. A long time ago, she’d told him that keeping lights on from the nighttime hours of ten-to-ten harmed the brain’s ability to produce melatonin, but he figured that light would be the least of their worries tonight.

Softly, she met his gaze, then looked back down at her lap.

“Sorry,” she said, wincing at the word. “I’m just…I’m still a little shaken up.”

He nodded, then gingerly brought the ice to her cheek, and though she recoiled at first, luckily she eased against his touch, let out a deep, exhausted breath.

“Is there any bleeding?” she asked, her voice muffled by the ice.

“None at all,” he said.

She swallowed, said, “The nurse there seemed like she was doing a great job of cleaning it.”

“And you’re absolutely sure you’re not concussed?” he asked as he leaned against the sink, the house around them so still and silent that it made the winter beyond them feel heavier and thicker than it already was. 

Looking up at him, she delicately pressed her lips together, said, “Had the nurse check. No headache or dizziness. I’m fine, Mulder.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding to himself. 

Though she avoided late shifts and preferred not to work on Saturdays, she’d been on a Saturday evening to Sunday morning emergency room shift, eight pm to eight pm, but a one am call let him know that a drunk patient, a punch to the face, and some police involvement meant that she would be coming home early. The last time he, in her words, went caveman left them both embarrassed and uncomfortable, but now, he wished he could’ve been there, could’ve watched over her and had her back so that some drunkard would’ve never decked her behind a modesty curtain, wouldn’t have had a chance to let her head thud against a sterile linoleum floor before punching her again. Though he wanted to think of this protectiveness as more than an ancient biological imperative, though he wished he didn’t find himself at fault for something so clearly irrelevant to his existence, he still brought Duane Barry and Phillip Padgett and all of the other men who had wronged her to mind, wondered once more if he could’ve done more. While at the Bureau, he could’ve argued that he was her partner, that it was of the utmost importance for them to watch each other’s backs, but now, he could hardly merit the wish.

And had he been there, he probably would’ve been decked too, only he would’ve cried about it instead of stoically driving home afterward like she did. Sometimes, he figured, the universe chose to punch the ones who could take it, not the ones who couldn’t.

“You’re never working a night shift again,” he said, hoping to elicit a laugh or at least a pained smile; thankfully, she reached toward him, wrapped her fingers in his open hand, kept her eyes down but let him know that she was present and receptive anyway. 

“I sure hope not,” she said, “but if they ever want me to, I’m sure that citing this incident will make them change their minds.”

Softly, he laughed, and though he figured it would hurt her to smile, the purplish and red smears of bruises on her cheeks keeping her from moving her face too much, she still quirked her lip, the movement minute but visible. 

“Did you have any Advil before you got home?” he asked.

“I had one before I left the hospital.” 

“Do you think you’ll be able to sleep?”

She sucked her lips in again, met his gaze, so he nodded in understanding. He figured neither or them would be getting much sleep tonight.

“Well,” he said, his voice turning theatrical, “I can offer some warm milk-”

“No hot liquids,” she said quickly. “Have to keep the swelling down.”

“Okay,” he said, off-put. There went his ideas for chamomile tea and maybe a warm bath in order to calm her down. “Then, cold water.”

“Thrilling.”

He squeezed her hand.

“What are you looking for, then?” he asked. “My mind goes numb after midnight.”

Taking a deep breath, she said, “A movie, something mindless. Just until we feel we could fall asleep.”

So she shed her blood-smeared scrubs and opted for pajamas and thick socks; while she migrated to the couch, held the ice against her more bluish cheek, he rifled through their bookshelf, found Sleepless in Seattle and liked the irony it provided, so he popped the tape in, the lights off in their living room, the fish tank fluorescent and bubbling in the background, the winter winds shifting the shutters on their fixer-upper farmhouse. He sat on her less-bruised side, and as she spread a shared blanket over their laps, he fast-forwarded coming attractions of many years ago, her two hands wrapping around his free one. While the movie began, he tuned Meg Ryan out and kept his eyes on her instead, tried to survey her body for telltale signs of stress. 

She’d told him long ago that she felt anxiety not in her mind but in her limbs, in her joints; while her thoughts told her to push forward, her body cringed and faded, her demise coming not from her will but from her physical breakdown, so he’d tried to be a constant for her, had kept track of her hours and made sure that, even when she seemed so determined to finish just one more stack of paperwork, she would go home for a good night’s rest instead. From those many times, he knew what to look for: raised shoulders, shaky hands, huffed breaths, glasses pushed up far more often than one would expect. However, tonight shifted that response because her breakdown had come from a patient, not from herself, so while she took shallow breaths during the movie, he traced his thumb against the back of her hand, let her lean into him with her face angled so that his shoulder and her bruises never quite made contact. As four am ticked past, he realized that he’d never watched this movie in full, but because he’d distracted himself during the first half of the film, he hadn’t a clue where the plot went.

“Scully?” he whispered, almost wincing at how his voice interrupted the special, rural silence around them. 

When she didn’t shift, he craned his neck, and though he should’ve been able to tell through her long, languid breaths against his chest, he only noticed that she’d fallen asleep when he looked down and saw her closed eyes. Reaching for the remote, he turned the television off, and with deft, gentle motions, he managed to lift her up without waking her - after all, she could sleep anywhere, from passenger’s seats of cheap rental cars to bleach-ridden motel beds to his old leather couch back before he’d been able to offer her a bed instead - and carried her upstairs though his aging joints protested with each step. 

Thankful that he’d left the bed unmade after she’d called, he managed to slip her beneath the overturned sheets on his side of the bed, tucked her in before he climbed in on the other still-made side. Out here, the nights were dark save for the endless lines of unobstructed stars in the sky, so he kept their bedroom’s blinds up, soft light falling over her bruising face, the rise and fall of her chest shifting the duvet while she slept. Her pillow smelled like that lavender shampoo she liked, and though the stuffing was too thick for him, he found that he could still relax into it, their respective alarm clocks off for now, her bedside book-stack dwindling as his seemed only to grow larger, her reading glasses askew and the closet door left open in a way that would’ve scared him as a child. 

And he presented himself with two lonely options: either he could work out hundreds of different scenarios that left her unscathed and him some kind of half-assed hero, or he could watch her soft breaths until their cadence lulled him to sleep. For once, he picked the second option and drifted off before morning began to creep through the windows.

anonymous asked:

I know how you said you wouldn't do the bakugou angst part 2 but can your pretty please with a smol deku on top with a almight onesie on do a part 2. I've probably read it like 7 times. Pleaaaaassee consider it~💓💓 p.s you are a really good writer

You and literally 56 other anons, cause I’m assuming you’re all different people lol, have requested a part 2 to the Bakugou bet angst, so here it is. Part one can be found here! Also, asdfghjkl thank you, you’re too nice. I’m mediocre at best ;~; 《Part Three

I originally really didn’t want to do this, but the idea of having Baks with his mom got to me, and I felt bad about being so inactive on here… And then I was like, fuck it, I love Masaru too, I want both of his parents comforting him.

It’s less angsty, and more parenting fluff/comfort, but there’s not really a happy ending in this for my main boy. I hope you enjoy this! I may do a part three if people want to see the former couple interacting, but I can tell you right now that it won’t be a happy ending where everything is fixed and they get back together, it wouldn’t feel right, and I love inflicting pain on my favorite son; 2,667 words of Bakugou and his parents going through his first heartbreak, oh boy.


Mitsuki Bakugou arrived at UA half an hour after getting off the phone with her distraught son Katsuki. He’d called her twice, begging her to hurry up because he was having a hard time trying to keep his shit together. She loved her son, but everyone went through heartbreak at some point in their life, and it was his turn that day. She had called her husband, Masaru, and told him to come home from work early so that they could be there for their son, and she had called the school to tell them she was taking her son home for the day and that he’d be back in time for classes the following day. She needed to take care of her son, he couldn’t be left there like that, not until he’d figured everything out.

When she pulled up by the school, Katsuki was standing inside the school gates, accompanied by Kirishima, his best friend. She rolled down the window of the car and leaned out, “Katsuki! Let’s go!”

Katsuki was relieved to see his mother, but it also sent another wave of agony through him as Kirishima started to walk him to the car. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and bit down hard on his lip to keep himself from crying, trying not to seem like such fucking baby in front of his mother or his best friend. He was thankful for Kirishima walking him out though, knowing that what had happened in the kitchen wasn’t his fault, Kirishima had been defending the relationship and his feelings for his— no, not girlfriend, not anymore; ex-girlfriend. He ripped the rear driver’s side door open and fell into the backseat, unable to look at Kirishima or his mother.

“Thank you for walking him out, Kirishima-kun.” Mitsuki said sweetly to the redhaired boy.

“No problem, Ma’am.” Kirishima replied, smilingly apologetically to her before turning his attention to Katsuki, “It’s gonna be okay, Bakugou, you’ll figure this out.”

Kirishima made sure his friend was all the way in the car before shutting the door, and he stood watch as the car pulled away from the curb and headed to wherever they were going.

Almost as soon as Kirishima had shut the door and he had put his seatbelt on, Katsuki was doubled over in his seat, crying again. It was pathetic, he was back to a sniveling mess just as soon as he’d come out of being one. He’d only managed to put himself together long enough to hear Kirishima properly explain the Baku Squad’s side of things, and to leave the dormitory. It had been easy to leave, he wanted to leave, he needed to get out of there, and she wasn’t around, holed up in her own room, so that made it easier to get away.

“So, you wanna give me a quick rundown of what happened, or do you wanna wait until we get home?” Mitsuki asked her son, though she figured it would probably be the latter, “Your dad is on his way home, too.”

“You told the Old Man too?” Katsuki asked, groaning as his fingers found their way into his ash blond locks, gripping horribly tight onto himself.

“We’re your parents, we’re worried about you. And you’re a mess.” Mitsuki responded, glancing back in the rear view mirror and seeing her son crumpled up with his hands pulling at his hair, “Tell you what, I’ll make akaton miso ramen and you can have as much of it as you want, I’ll even make those spicy croquet you like so much. It’s been a while since you’ve been home…”

Katsuki was, apart from the sobbing, silent for the rest of the ride back to his family home; it had been months since the last time he’d been home for more than an hour or two, and this was not the ideal circumstance to be back under. His father got home before the two of them did, and was waiting at the front door for them when they walked up. Katsuki knew better than to slam the car door, his mother would yell at him about not breaking shit that didn’t belong to him, so he closed it with the most normal amount of force he could manage before stomping off into the house, past his father who ruffled his hair. The two adults lingered in the doorway and whispered something to each other, something he didn’t hear nor cared to hear, and then followed him in. He threw himself down on couch that faced the front door, where his father had already left him a large bottle of water.

Mitsuki finished cooking the meal that Masaru had started, with him staying in the living room with their son to keep an eye on him. Katsuki stopped crying, at least until lunch was ready, but then he went and looked at his phone, it had gone off with another text from her, even worse than the other one he’d gotten while still in the dormitory, locked in his room; now everyone is mad at me! Fuck you, you didn’t even like me, and now you’re trying to make me look like the bad guy?! You’re the one who’s shit here, Bakugou, you’re the one who asked me out with no intention of ever liking me back! God, you’re the worst! Some fucking hero you are.

With that, his phone was chucked hard at the ground, the screen cracking as it hit the wooden floor and skidded a couple of feet to the kitchen entrance. Masaru leaned down and grabbed the phone, looking over the text message that had just sent his son into another sobbing fit. He didn’t like this girl, not with the way she was talking to him. Maybe that was just him being a parent, being biased towards his son, but she sounded nasty, and it was probably for the best that they’d broken up that early on, but it was awful to see Katsuki torn up like that. He scrolled up and saw the first message, the one where she dumped him. It was long, angry, full of things that were very, very low blows, that he knew would get far too deep under his son’s skin, especially coming from this girl. A girl he’d been looking forward to introducing to them, that he’d told them all about. They knew how much he loved her, even if he’d gone about it in a very strange, somewhat poor way.

Masaru sighed, putting the phone down on the coffee table before sitting down on the couch next to his son and putting his arm over his shoulders. He brought Katsuki close to him, rubbing his arm and letting Katsuki lean into him. Normally Katsuki only ever let his mother comfort him like that, but in that moment, it didn’t matter which parent tried to make him feel better, he just needed help. So, his father soothed him as his mother watched from the kitchen doorway, looking at the two of them, such different people from each other despite the smaller one being half of herself and the other one. A few minutes later, they moved into the kitchen, and Katsuki ate what he could in silence, enjoying his mother’s cooking for the first time in two months. His head was splitting from all the crying, he was dehydrated, and he was exhausted.

“So, Kid, let’s talk about this.” Mitsuki said as Katsuki set his empty bowl down on the table and wiped his mouth with his forearm. She didn’t bother scolding him about his manners, not with him in as fragile a condition as he was in, “What happened?”

“Kirishima said that everyone was in the kitchen talking about us, and how everything had turned out great… I didn’t like her at first, it was a stupid bet, but I ended up really liking her… So that’s when I decided to actually ask her out, cause I liked her, and everything’s been great, but she only heard the part about it being a bet,” Katsuki began, putting his face in his hands and letting out a groan of displeasure, “Of course she wouldn’t fucking listen to me, she was pissed, and that’s fine, I’d be pissed too if I were in her shoes, but she wouldn’t even talk to me about shit, wouldn’t even let me explain…”

Mitsuki got out of her seat and walked to her son, putting a hand gently on his spiky blond hair, petting him and letting him lean into her as he tried to continue explaining the situation without crying again. Neither of his parents wanted to tell him how stupid that sort of thing was, but they both knew how sincere he was about his feelings, they knew this wasn’t just him being upset he’d been caught doing something stupid, he was genuinely heartbroken. He couldn’t keep himself from crying as he continued.

“She wouldn’t… She wouldn’t talk to me, she said she wished she’d never met me, that I was the worst thing that… Ever happened to her!” He inhaled sharply after saying that, his lip quivering as he tried to stop himself from sobbing outright, “I went back to my room, a-and I fucking cried, a ton, and then she… She dumped me, in a fucking text! And she… Said all sorts of really awful shit, and… I don’t wanna go back, Mom, don’t make me go back!”

Katsuki broke down, clinging to his mother and crying into her stomach as she hugged him back; the last time they’d seen him like this was when he got back from being kidnapped by the League of Villains, and even then, he kept it to himself, waiting until he was alone in his room, refusing to share the burden of his feelings with them. He was learning and growing, they knew it, and they appreciated him opening up, even if it was because everything was just too much for him to bear on his own that afternoon.

Masaru left the two of them to retrieve the phone and show Mitsuki the text messages that Katsuki had been talking, and once she was done reading, she knelt in front of her son and took his puffy, reddened, tear-stained face in her hands and forced him to look her in the eyes.

“Do you really like that girl?” She asked, to which he responded with a nod and a choked sob, “Do you want to be with her still?”

The question hit him hard; did he? She’d said some really fucked up shit, stuff that was totally uncalled for in his opinion. And he knew she was mad, that’s why she’d said it, but she kept laying it on, piling the insults higher and higher, and then there was the most recent message. He really liked her, but she was hurting him so damn bad. He knew she felt like shit, but he wouldn’t have ever talked to her the way she talked to him, even with as pissed off as he could be. She had been his girlfriend, he would never talk to her like that…

“I-I don’t know…” He mumbled, blinking to clear his eyes of some tears that had formed, “She hates me.”

“Maybe she does, but do you wanna be with someone who talks to you like that, and turns your biggest insecurities on you like that?” Mitsuki asked, brushing the spikes framing his face behind his ear, looking into those distressed crimson eyes that had come from her. “You’re not perfect, you’ve made a lot of mistakes, but you’re my son, and I don’t want you bending yourself this far out of shape over someone who clearly has no control over their emotions. You already have enough of a problem with that on your own, you don’t need a psycho girlfriend.”

Masaru disagreed slightly with his wife’s analysis of the situation, but he wasn’t going to say anything; he did, however, agree with her that their son shouldn’t hope for this relationship to work out, especially if she talked like that. The girl seemed to be the type that purposefully looked for flaws and brought them out to hurt people when they were at their worst for maximum damage. Katsuki was already a relatively unstable person as it was, he didn’t need to deal with someone else’s issues at the same time.

“But I really like her! I was… I was really happy!” Katsuki objected, crying harder.

“You fucked up, Kid, and she showed her true colors. It’s not a good spot for either of you, I think you should both part ways. That’s this Old Bat’s opinion, as someone who has been where you are quite a few times, and been where she is a few times too.” Mitsuki responded, wiping away his tears with her thumbs, “You’re gonna keep making mistakes and learning, and you’ve got your whole life ahead of you to date other people, she’s not the only person out there. Someday you’re gonna find someone that’s not going to tear you down when you do something that upsets them, that is gonna believe that you really do love them. You’ll find someone that’s for you like Dad is for me, Katsuki, it’s not the end of the world, even if it feels like it right now.”

Katsuki listened to everything she said, knowing she was right, but it didn’t make him feel any better; both his parents knew that it wouldn’t, but they needed to tell him anyway.

“T-Thanks, Baba…” Katsuki mumbled, hugging her as his father walked over and rubbed his back.

“For what it’s worth, I agree with your mom on most of that. The choice is up to you, but it’s probably for the best if you and that girl go separate ways.” Masaru said quietly.

Katsuki continued to cry into his mother’s shoulder; it really was shit, he hated it, he didn’t want to go back to school and have to deal with her. Not yet. Fortunately for him, though, he was staying overnight at home. He had the whole night to spend with his parents, or by himself, doing whatever he wanted, and he’d go back to the school in the morning, after having some time to calm down and rest…  But, first, he needed a new phone, since the other one was broken.

Masaru took the phone to the nearest shop and got it swapped for a newer, nicer model from the same line, one that Katsuki had been saving up for, and made sure that all of his data got switched over to the new phone. Katsuki spent a lot of time going through and deleting things that reminded him of her, like their texts, and pictures he had of her. He changed his phone background from her to a picture of the view from the beach park nearest where he lived. It was a nice shot, it complimented the color of his new phone.

He spent most of his time alone in his bedroom that night, napping off all the emotions he’d spent, and coming down to have dinner with his parents, who did a great job of keeping him distracted by talking about their jobs. He liked hearing about their work, even if he had no interest in going into it. After dinner, the three of them settled onto the couch in the living room for a family movie night, they watched several movies, all of which Katsuki picked, and all three of them fell asleep together on the couch. Katsuki’s head rested on his mother’s chest, his legs draped over his father’s lap; it was like he was a little kid again, only much, much larger than he had been the last time they’d all been like that. His parents were glad that he was, for the time being, okay. The second he needed them again, they’d be right there; that’s what parents are for.

anonymous asked:

this isn't really about Onion, but i've been looking at lots of blogs like yours and i'm starting to get uncomfortable that i'm a 17.5 yr old girl dating a 26 yr old man. i feel like he emotionally abuses me sometimes, he gets mad when i fall asleep early and tells me i don't love him. once, he told me he took 10 of his antidepressants at once and i was sobbing and shaking because he wouldn't respond to my texts. he said he wanted to die and i'd get over it. (1/2)

an hour and a half after he told me that, he was suddenly perfectly fine and he told me he actually only took 2 pills. i don’t know what to do. do you have any advice?

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I don’t know you or your boyfriend personally so I don’t want to come off like I’m telling you what to do, but I’m going to pass along what “knowledge” I have and hopefully it will help. I’m going to say “you” a lot, but I’m talking in general, not personal. There are two major red flags I see.

1. The age difference

There is a HUGE power imbalance when a 17 year old dates an adult and it’s very layered so bear with me. 

I’m going to be saying “power imbalance” and “power scale” a lot. What I mean by that is if someone has a higher position on the power scale in a relationship, they could use that against the person in the lower position to manipulate/control them. The further apart the people on the scale, the easier it is for the person higher on the scale to control the person lower. I hope this makes sense.

Emotional imbalance: I’m not saying it always happens, but it WAY easier for a 26 year old to emotionally manipulate a 17 year old than another 26 year old. A great example of this is actually Greg!

You can see that the relationships he started with 17 year olds and an 18 year old lasted WAY longer than the two relationships he had with women in their 20′s (Green and purple dots, they’re not actually dots they’re lines too but the relationships were so short the dots overlap). Both of the relationships with the women in their 20′s only lasted a few weeks and this is because they saw RIGHT THROUGH his emotionally manipulative tactics. Greg said that Hannah broke up with him because he told her he loved her after two weeks. This not normal. It’s a RED FLAG and it seems she took notice. Compare that to Lainey who was a 17 year old high school student when they began talking. They started dating Feb 27th and were already engaged by March. His pickup line was asking Lainey why they think he is their soulmate. Love-bombing a googley eyed teenager with a crush so they can get the relationship moving very fast and very intense. RED FLAG!

If you want, Greg’s ex Adrienne wrote a long email about her experience with Greg. (She was 26, he was 25) Although it is very long, I HIGHLY recommend it because she points out a lot of Greg’s manipulative techniques and she actually confronted him about it.

There is also a common technique adult men use on teenagers, I don’t know what it’s called, but they’ll say things like: “I don’t usually date someone so young, but you’re mature for your age.” “I’m afraid to talk to you because I might fall for you and you are so young.” etc etc.. they know full well what they are doing. It’s 100% BULLSHIT to make the teenager feel like they must be special to gain the interest of an adult and that THEY need to PROVE themselves to the adult. RED FLAG!! This puts the adult higher up on the power scale.

Financial imbalance: Dating a 26 year old as a teenager can be very appealing because 26 year olds generally make more money than other teenage potential dates. It could seem very luxurious. Like dating an 18 year old boyfriend, picking you up in his used car, getting a slice of pizza, then going to his parents house to watch a movie. Compare that to getting picked up in a nicer car, get taken out to a decent restaurant, then go over to his own apartment! It makes the teenager feel like an adult. That you’re more special than other teenagers you know. Again, puts the adult higher on the power scale.

Another financial aspect is dependence. Most 17 year olds are dependent on their parents and trying to figure out what they will do with their life. Go to school? Start working? Try to move out? An adult dating a teenager can give them the illusion of financial independence. Move in with me! It might feel like freedom at first. You aren’t dependent on your parents, you don’t have to worry about your future for the time being… but this could all be a trap. You went from being dependent on your parents to being dependent on your partner and they might use that against you. This very much puts the adult way higher on the power scale than the teenager.

This can also get tricky when wanting to leave a live-in relationship as a teenager. Moving back home with your parents? Starting financially over from square one and having to listen to “I-told-you-so’s” from your family? It almost seems better to just stick it out and wait for the good times.

Life Experience imbalance: 26 years olds tend to have more life experience than a teenager. A 17 year old teenager doesn’t really know what is normal and not normal in a relationship, how fast should things move along. What is normal and not normal in the bedroom. They would not know how to properly introduce things like BDSM or poly relationships into their life and generally adults will take advantage of that when that’s something they want.

Brain development: A 17 year old brain isn’t fully developed. They just aren’t it’s fact. That’s why in the US the drinking age is 21. The rational/decision making/consequence predicting part of the brain is not fully developed. It doesn’t matter how high your grades are, how mature your body looks, or how mature everyone says you act. You’re going to make dumb decisions, we all do it at that age. 

2. Emotional Abuse

This part I will get personal. It’s good that you recognize what he is doing might be emotional abuse because it is. Threatening suicide is 100% a fucked up, emotionally manipulative things to do to someone. The fact that he only took two pills tells me he had NO intention of dying and only wanted to control you. Again, Greg is a great example of this. In 2012 he publicly threatened suicide because he was trying to gain the attention of his ex-wife so he could convince her to cancel their alimony. (Here is his posts and videos from that time.) What did he say about it years later? That horrible time in 2012 when he was sooo emotionally distraught he was thinking about killing himself?

In the 2016 video “Re: List of Onision Abuse Accusations”, Greg admits he used threatening to kill himself as a manipulation tactic against Skye: “That is true. I did publicly threaten to kill myself. I have no defense for that because publicly threatening to kill yourself is really stupid. Especially since that was a manipulative tactic and I had no actual intention of killing myself.” He says he was angry at Skye for lying in court to get more money from him.

It was fake. He faked it. He admitted it was an emotionally manipulative tactic. No intentional of killing himself. 100% bullshit, 100% RED FLAG!

NOW.. If any of this resonates with you and you believe you are in an emotionally abusive relationship and want to get out, you can do it! 

Emotionally manipulative people like control. They might make it hard to leave. I think the best way to get is no contact. Break up and walk away, block them, ignore them. They might try all kinds of things to gain back control over you like threatening suicide, trying to get you back, or spreading lies about you. Hopefully none of that will happen, but if someone does threaten to commit suicide after you break up with them and they can’t seem to be talked out of it, try not to get back together with them to make them feel better. I haven’t been able to find any guide or what to do on the internet about a situation like that (I tried to find one a few months ago for a friend, but had no luck), but I knew someone in HS in a situation like that. They called the police and their ex had to explain to the police and hospital that they weren’t actually suicidal.

If anyone has any better advice for a situation like that, please let me know. Again, I had a hard time finding information online.

I did find this article about how to leave a narcissist, but I think it could apply to any emotionally manipulative person because it gives steps to to prevent the narcissist/emotional manipulator from gaining back control over you.

If anyone has any better advice or want to correct me please do so!

Good luck anon!!!

Words Spoken, Words Sung

Originally posted by jkguks

A/N: this was just a quick little fic i wanted to do before tattoo artist!namjoon and i’m sure anyone who’s been watching the mmas can guess what this was inspired by ;) i hope y’all enjoy!

genre: fluffiest fluff starring celebrity!reader and jk

wc: ~900

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The Black Envelope: Bittersweet Endings

PART SEVEN of The Black Envelope series

OTHER PARTS: Sehun | Jongin | Joonmyeon | Kyungsoo | Chanyeol | Minseok | | Jongdae | Yixing

Originally posted by r-velvets

Byun Baekhyun (EXO) x Reader

Genre: Angst; Arranged Marriage/Soulmate!AU

Summary: On his 25th birthday, Baekhyun realized that the most beautiful love stories have bittersweet endings.

Word Count: 5,4K

As per usual, the author’s notes are hidden in the tags :)


“Son, wake up now!” His mother’s gentle voice didn’t let Baekhyun fall back into slumber after having interrupted it, “It’s your big day!”

Even in his sleep, he frowned.

It should have been an ordinary Saturday morning. A large part of Baekhyun wished it had been so he wouldn’t have woken up to the sound of his parents singing him joyous birthday songs. It was his 25th birthday, which, unfortunately, was a big deal in his family.

“Come on now!” His father encouraged happily, “Get out of bed so you can finally open your envelope!”

Baekhyun had almost forgotten. At least, he wished he had so the pain would be more bearable. The moment the envelope was mentioned, Baekhyun opened one of his eyes and felt a sharp jab at his heart. He decided that destiny was a cruel, cruel thing.

But his parents didn’t know. They had no idea of the pain he was in. They didn’t know anything about Baekhyun’s adventures and love life. If they did, they wouldn’t have been so happy that day.

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Ciel woke up, his breathing ragged in his chest, eyes glossy from lacking sleep. The nightmares had returned lately and in his current state, all he wanted was call for his demon. Beg for him to lay beside him if only for the night.

It’s been ten excruciating months since he started having those feelings. He hated himself for it, for a while he even thought that the demon must have done something, put a spell on him of some sorts. He did not understand when or how did those feelings start to grow inside of him, wanting nothing more than to lean into the demon’s touch.He did nothing of the sorts, of course, he was the Earl of Phantomhive after all, his pride greater than anything. Their name sullen as it was, he did not need the shame. But his yearnings were growing stronger as the days passed him by, his mind torturing him in ways he never thought possible.He felt hopeless, lonely, unwanted. How he wanted Sebastian to see him in the same way.

His thoughts, he could swear were out to get him. He could not help it anymore.He opened his mouth, his intention to call the demon’s name. He stopped. His name stuck on his tongue as beads of sweat lingered on his skin. He started to shiver, felt like his breath was hitched into his sore throat. ‘A cold’ he thought. ‘How lovely, exactly what I need aside from those horrid nightmares.’

He laid on his back, sighing profoundly thinking he should try to get some rest at least for the night.

‘Knock, knock.’

“Sebastian?” He asked, his voice hopeful.

“My young Lord, may I enter?”The demon asked, his voice smooth as silk.

“Yes, you may.”

The butler opened the door slowly, letting himself in a fluid motion. He made his way towards the bed. Ciel’s heart started pounding violently into his tiny chest. ‘damn you, filthy little thing… ‘ he cursed at himself under his breath.Sebastian approached the boy, his ungloved hand going to rest on his damp forehead.

“Are you quite alright, my Lord?”Sebastian asked unusual concern filling his voice, a slim eyebrow raised slightly at the human’s small comment.

“I … Yes. I just..”Ciel started, his tired mind taking over, making him lean into the touch more than he intended.

“You've been tossing and turning a lot.Have the nightmares returned?” Sebastian asked him, pulling away.

“Yes… It’s been a couple of nights now. “The boy answered sheepishly, his eyes avoiding the demon.

“You might have a slight fever as well. I’ll fetch you some warm tea. With plenty of honey. “ Sebastian said, beginning to walk away.

“Wait!” Ciel yelled a little bit louder than he intended.

“Do you need anything else, my Lord?”

“I..don’t want any tea. Could you .. maybe stay by my side tonight?” He asked shyly, avoiding the demon’s gaze once more.

“My, my. It’s been a while since you've requested this of me. Of course, I’ll comply, I shall convey to my master’s needs.” The demon said, coming closer to the bed.

He went to take a standing position on the right side of Ciel’ s bed, his body turning rigid.

Ciel quickly turned on his side, his heart starting to pound violently in his chest. ‘Lay beside me…Oh please just come closer. Lay beside me. Oh hold me just for tonight..I feel like I’m dying..’ The boy thought to himself, unfamiliar tears beginning to form in his mismatched eyes.He started to blink faster, refusing to let them fall. 

“Sebastian…” he began, his voice shaky in his throat.

“Yes, my young Lord?”

“Lay beside me… It’s an order.” He said not turning.

‘Way to go, Ciel force him into laying with you in bed. That will certainly make things better.’He thought bitterly, hating how pitiful and needy he might seem in the demon’s eyes.

“Am I allowed to make myself a little bit more comfortable?” Sebastian asked.

“Do whatever you please, just lay beside me.”He said, the harsh tone of his voice returning once more.

Sebastian quickly discarded his twin coat, his vest, tie and shoes and got into the bed.

Ciel felt the bed dip beside him, scared of facing the older male. He wanted to do so, wanted the demon to wrap himself around his torso.Wanted them to be as close as possible, to feel his warm breath on his neck, his hair tickling him slightly, his scent enveloping him.The boy thought that with Sebastian as close he could manage to get a good night sleep, something he did not have in weeks.

Ciel’s eyes widened, as he felt the demon’s hands wrap around his body tightly, pulling him as close as he could. He leaned into the touch, a long sigh escaping his mouth unwillingly.’He’s going to make fun of you, just you wait and see.It’s coming, you know it.’Ciel thought bitterly.

“Good night, my Lord. I hope you have pleasant dreams tonight.” The demon said, resting his head against the human’s, placing a quick peck on the crown of his head.Ciel blushed furiously, his chest feeling tight.He trembled, feeling so weak all of the sudden.

“Bocchan, please face me. “ The demon said softly.

“N-no,” He said before continuing”I’m fine. This is nothing.”

“I’ll protect you from anything, no one is going to harm you. I hope you know this much.”He whispered, tightening his hold.

The human said nothing, he only placed a hand on top of Sebastian’s, suddenly feeling safe and warm, for the first time in what felt like forever.He then fell asleep, a tender smile dancing on his lips.

The morning came and Ciel was surprised to see Sebastian still beside him. He turned into his sleep as well, as Sebastian still held him tightly, his face resting against the demon’s. He was so close, his smell intoxicating.A blush appeared on his face once more, as he was gazing at him.

“Did you sleep well? “ The demon broke his line of thoughts, watching him closely.

“Argh!” Ciel yelled, startled.

“I’m sorry, did not mean to startle you.” He said, petting his head.

“It’s alright. I slept well enough. I believe I can get through the day without feeling I might collapse.”

 “I shall go fetch you a hearty breakfast so we can put you on your feet at once.Do you require anything else?”

“No. Just hurry up, I’m famished.” The boy said.

“Ah, I see. You’re back to being yourself. I should have wallowed more in the fact that you were so needy and desperate.”Sebastian said as he got out the bed. 

Ciel blushed furiously hearing his words as he started to yell “I was not needy, nor desperate! I was just sleep deprived if anything, I was docile. “

“Docile, yes. I have to just say. I much rather enjoy you being like that if anything.” The demon said as he made his way towards the door, turning his head slightly to smile at the boy.

“Like I should care what a mare servant thinks!Just go already! I want to start my damned day!” He said appearing irritated, the blush still covering his plush cheeks.

“Yes, my Lord. I’ll be right back.” The demon said, bowing deeply before exiting the room.

‘Ah.. What’s wrong with me.. Why do I feel the need to push him away like that… It felt so good to be held by him. He seemed to enjoy it as well.’He taught to himself as he was rolling around on the bed, eyes glistening with unusual happiness. ‘Maybe I should confess? But how? I am horrible at expressing my emotions.Maybe a letter? Yes. Definitely. I’ll write him a damned letter.’

The day passed quickly, as the little Lord started to pace around his office nervous out of his mind. He did not even plant the letter under his door and he was already a mess. He was thinking he should sneak out of his chambers after Sebastian tucks him into bed.

‘Maybe I should stop being such a coward and tell him straight to his face. What can he do? Laugh in my face probably, taunt me…Reduce me to zero… Alright, I CAN’T.’ His line of thought was interrupted by a familiar knock and a silky voice that came from outside the door.

“Yes, yes.Enter.” He said as he quickly went to fold the letter and hide it in his trousers.

He allowed Sebastian to take him to his chambers, the nightly routine they had established fell right into place. He waited around half an hour before taking the letter to place it under the demon’s door. He did it as quickly and quietly as he could before he returned to his chambers, his heart doing ridiculous tumbles in his chest, his stomach in knots.

The demon found the letter two hours later as he finished his choirs.He looked at the piece of paper curiously, recognizing Ciel’s handwriting in an instant. 

‘A letter? How peculiar. What can’t he say to my face that he has to write a letter for..’ He wondered to himself, as he started reading.

 “Dear Sebastian,

I’m writing instead of telling in person because I fear my heart would crumble in my chest if I were to get those words out directly.

We've been through a lot together. You've always been by my side. I want to tell you first that I appreciate it profoundly.

Lately, I've begun to muster some feelings towards you. I need you, Sebastian. More than I ever thought I would. I realize there is almost no chance for you to feel the same as I do. Please do not feel forced to pretend if you do not, for my sake. I know you keep saying that my needs always come first.They should not, in this situation, precisely. But if you might feel something towards me, even in the slightest I’d be happy with anything.Come to my chambers once you’ve read this letter, should you feel anything. I’ll be waiting.

Hopefully yours, Ciel.”

Sebastian read the letter quickly.He could swear his heart stopped in his chest.He put the letter into his pocket after folding it perfectly for safe keeping and hurried towards his master’s chambers.

Ciel had been waiting for him, on the ground his little face inside his delicate palms.He had fallen asleep there, in a fetal position, looking so much more petite than he actually was.

He gently picked him up, gazing at the tiny being he held, his eyes softening up instantly.He placed the boy on the bed, pulling the covers over him. After he made himself comfortable as well, he joined Ciel. He wrapped his arms around the boy and placed a soft kiss on his little face.

“Sebastian… You came. “ Ciel said, his voice wrecked from sleep,sheepishly rubbing his eyes.

“I’m here my little one.“ He said, his eyes soft.

“Sebastian….I want you closer…“Ciel breathed, his little hands going to cup his face.

Sebastian wasted no more time, one of his hand going to lift his chin up, his lips crushing onto the human’s in a soft kiss.

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  • ❝Can you believe my f-ing mom is here?❞
  • ❝I have this theory, that if you cut off all her hair she'd look like a British man.❞
  • ❝I care. Every year the seniors through this dance for the underclassmen called the Spring Fling. And whosoever is elected King and Queen automatically become head of the Student Activities Committee and since I am an active member of the Student Activities Committee, I would safely say, I care.❞
  • ❝Irregardless, ex-boyfriends are just off limits to friends. I mean that's just like the rules of feminism.❞
  • ❝Did your teacher ever try to sell you marijuana or ecstasy tablets?❞
  • ❝What are marijuana tablets?❞
  • ❝You cannot do that. That is social suicide. Damn! You are so lucky you have us to guide you.❞
  • ❝Oh, I love seeing teachers outside of school. It's like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs.❞
  • ❝Everyone in Africa knows Swedish.❞
  • ❝Made out with a hot dog? Oh my God that was one time!❞
  • ❝I know having a boyfriend might seem like the only thing important to you right now, but you don't have to dumb yourself down in order for a guy to like you.❞
  • ❝Come on! We could publish it and then everybody would see what an ax-wound she really is!❞
  • ❝And you can only wear your hair in a ponytail once a week, so I guess you chose today.❞
  • ❝She's not even that good looking if you really look at her.❞
  • ❝I don't know, now that she's getting fatter she's got pretty big jugs.❞
  • ❝Watch out please! Fresh meat coming through!❞
  • ❝I'd rather see you out there shakin' that thang.❞
  • ❝You can do this. There's nothing to break your focus, because not one of those Marymount boys is cute.❞
  • ❝There are two kinds of evil people in this world. Those who do evil stuff and those who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it.❞
  • ❝Well, I mean you wouldn't buy a skirt without asking your friends first if it looks good on you.❞
  • ❝The limit does not exist!❞
  • ❝I just wanted to say that you're all winners. And that I couldn't be happier the school year is ending.❞
  • ❝It's called the South Beach Fat Flush and all you drink is cranberry juice for 72 hours.❞
  • ❝She's fabulous, but she's evil.❞
  • ❝So, are you gonna send any candy canes?❞
  • ❝No. I don't send them, I just get them. So you better send me one, byotch.❞
  • ❝'Cause she's a life ruiner. She ruins people's lives.❞
  • ❝Oh no, I can't say anything else until I have a parent or lawyer present.❞
  • ❝Did you see nipple? It only counts if you saw a nipple!❞
  • ❝Oh, no. It was coming up again, word vomit... no, wait a minute... Actual vomit.❞
  • ❝Grool... I meant to say cool and then I started to say great.❞
  • ❝I'm a cool mom! Right Regina?❞
  • ❝Good news, they didn't get run over... Bad news, they're still flat.❞
  • ❝Hey, hey, hey. How are my best girlfriends?❞
  • ❝Oh god, busted! Just start apologizing and crying. No, play it cool.❞
  • ❝I mean no offense, but how could she send you a candy cane? She doesn't even like you that much. Maybe she feels weird around me because I'm the only person who knows about her nose job. Oh my god, pretend you didn't hear that.❞

anonymous asked:

So, I am about to purchase my first house -a very small fixer upper -but thing is, this will be the first time I've lived on my own and I'm super nervous and a little scared. Do you have any tips on how to adjust quicker to living on your own? I'm usually alone during the day anyways, but at night I'm usually with my family, so I'm just worried it'll be hard to adjust to being in a place all by myself. It doesn't help I'm a tad bit anxious at times.

This is a huge life change for you, but it sounds like an adventure waiting to happen. Chin up! You got this. Xx

Living Alone

1. PKW. Phone, keys, wallet. Every time you go anywhere. Check twice. The worst part of living on your own is having to rely on yourself to never forget to lock yourself out or leave your wallet at a sandwich shop in a mall. Make absolutely sure you have duplicates of your keys (I would get a couple made) and give one to a friend who lives nearby who you can count on. I also like to keep an extra set inside the apartment itself in a secure place, just in case. Your landlord can let you in during office hours, but giving a key to a trustworthy friend helps you 24/7.

2. Cleaning routine. You don’t have to sit down at a writing desk and draft this out, but spend a few minutes coming up with a basic cleaning regime for you to follow. It’s definitely easier to do a little each day, but if that doesn’t work for your schedule set aside at least an hour and a half during your time off to get your apartment spotless. I don’t know about you, but whenever I deep clean my apartment I feel like I’m living in a hotel for a day, and I absolutely love it.

3. Make a “moving” shopping list. This is everything you will need (minus food) for your first week at your new place. Do a big shop, and get all the essentials out of the way: first aid kit, cleaning supplies, tape, cat food, etc. Your first week moving into your new place will be stressful enough, you don’t want to be halfway through setting up your living room and realize that you forgot to buy trash bags.

4. Secure yourself. I’m not the most agile or fast person in the world, and I do live in a mid-sized city that has a good deal of crime. The apartment complex I live in is very safe, but I still like to double lock my front door at night. It might be smart to keep some pepper spray or a baseball bat somewhere in your apartment, just in case.

5. Stay social. Even the most anti-social person gets lonely. Make sure to hang out with your friends, not just your co-workers, your actual friends. Get out off your apartment every few days and go see a movie, get a cup of coffee, go people watching at the park, etc. It’s easy to get depressed if you’re living alone and doing the same things the same way every day- allow yourself to mix it up.

6. Meal prep. It can be stressful and seem useless to cook complicated or “fancy” meals when you’re living on your own. Plan your meals for the week and make a list before going shopping. Get yourself enough food to make a variety of dinners that will only take you fifteen minutes. If you do want to go crazy and make steak and mashed potatoes for yourself, make enough for two meals. Also, nobody is going to think poorly of you for stocking your fridge with a couple frozen dinners.

7. Customer service. Living alone means that you are going to be doing a lot of talking to customer service representatives. Get comfortable talking to people over the phone. Tell the rep what you need as quickly as you can, and try to be polite because customer service at a phone center is a garbage job that doesn’t pay well. On the flip side, don’t be afraid to ask for a manager if you’re upset or unhappy with your service. Take their survey at the end of your phone call, tell them how unhappy you are. It’s someone’s shitty job to look at all those surveys, no complaint goes unheard. Companies with great phone service: Verizon, Apple, Amazon. Companies with awful phone service: USPS (literally the worst), electric companies, health insurance companies.

8. Guest space. This is not required, but it’s a good idea to have some sort of space for a friend to stay the night. A friend of mine had a bad breakup, showed up at my apartment with ten minute’s notice, and then fell asleep on my couch after an hour of crying. It as 7:30! Whatever, she needed it. Keep an extra blanket and pillow in your closet, I like to keep travel sized shampoos and conditioners in my bathroom cabinet on the off chance a guest wants to use my shower. I got these at a hotel for free, but they’re available at CVS and other pharmacies.

9. Toilet paper. Don’t let yourself run out of toilet paper! I like to buy more when I notice I only have one roll left. The same deal goes for paper towels.

10. Enjoy. Living on your own is simoltaneously exciting and exhausting, but an all around must-have experience. Enjoy the freedom to forget to make the bed, to decorate your bathroom however you want, to have ice cream for dinner, to watch reruns of Friends and cry when Rachel decides to move to France. Make sure to give yourself lots of space to move at your own pace, but please remember to eat three meals a day and to go to the doctor’s for a checkup at least once a year!

anonymous asked:

More musical things please! I love them. Possibly flintwood? (If that's okay Xx)

this is for my @hpminorcharnet‘s ongoing get to know the members challenge: favourite minor characters - oliver wood + marcus flint

I’d heard about him before, I wanted to know some more,
and now I know what they mean, he’s a love machine.

  • Oliver’s obsession interest with Marcus Flint developed when they both became captains of their respective Quidditch teams 
  • They both got given the role at the same time and, Oliver quickly learnt, Marcus had already obtained a great reputation both within and outside the sport 
  • He was obviously a very aggressive and competitive player, something Oliver was happy to rival, but he was surprised to hear about Marcus’ social life 
  • “I heard he snogged all the Slytherin girls in his year last term!” One Ravenclaw whispered to him as he walked to practice one day 
  • “He just looks at one of the girls in our class and they swoon at his feet” another Gryffindor murmured, elbowing Oliver in the ribs when Marcus passed them in the corridor 
  • And Oliver was… interested, to say the least 
  • He was confused as to how this vibrant and vicious personality on the pitch could be so popular and sought after in day to day life 
  • How could anyone, Oliver wondered, want to be romantically involved with someone as crude and harsh as Marcus Flint?

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#120 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “One where ur like their tour manager and Van is smitten w you but you get a bf, and he looks for any excuse to fight w him or pick on him?? And maybe reader cheats on him when shes drunk one night and regrets it in the am (you dont have to do the last part if ya dont want)” and “one where the reader is dating another guy and Van is her best friend and he’s jealous!!!?”


You’d managed most of Catfish’s tours over the last two years. After the first one, after meeting Van, it was a given at the label and through management that you’d be there. Van said he’d not felt more comfortable around someone since he first started hanging with Larry as a kid. You were best friends, and when the tour was over you still spent a lot of time together. When he went to the U.S. to record The Ride you felt completely alone, and there was an emptiness in your life. Your friends laughed and said that you deserved it for abandoning them all for him, but they forgave you and you began to socialise again.

You’d started to date Jackson about a month before the touring kicked off again. Back on the bus and around the boys, you felt like you’d come home. Telling them, telling Van, about Jackson didn’t seem important at first. It’s not like they ever hit on you; most of them had girlfriends, and they were all too respectful for that. Sometimes, when you’d pass out on Van’s hotel bed and felt his arm curl around you, you wondered if the line had been crossed. Your line was probably marked in a different place to other people’s though. Van was your best friend, and you’d cuddle up with Bec or Tegan, so what was the difference with doing it with Van? You called Jackson every day, and he seemed okay with you being confined to small spaces with a bunch of boys. It was all okay.

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tygermama  asked:

What if - instead of Qui-Gon finding Anakin, it was Jango Fett? (I've been re-reading Jedi Shmi and got curious about this)

Okay, bear in mind here that I haven’t read any of the books Jango is in, so my knowledge is entirely film and wiki.

So here’s a scenario (that got really long, wow). 

Jango ends up on Tatooine for a job and it goes south. Bad south. He’s injured and has no way to get to his ship hidden more than three days walk into the wastes.

He’s tucked into an alley, tearing up his undershirt to wrap the seeping leg wound he got slipping out of the hutt stronghold and wondering what the kriff he’s going to do.

“Are you okay?”

The voice comes out of NOWHERE and it’s only the fact that his hindbrain registered ‘tiny high voice = child?’ before the rest of his brain caught up, or the kid might have ended up splattered on the opposite wall. But it did. So while he does flinch, and his hand does drop to the blaster on the ground next to him, the kid doesn’t die.  

Kid’s a tiny thing, human, with sun paled hair and tanned skin. They eye Jango for a moment, clearly registering the threat, but their eyes drop to the torn flesh and cloth after a moment.

“That looks bad. Momma says it’s bad to leave cuts and stuff untreated. You’ve gotta wash it, even if it uses up some water, and it’s gotta have an-ti-sep-tic or it’ll get all hot and make you sick, or maybe even get all icky and you gotta get your leg chopped off.” The kid rambles bending down to look closer at the injury. 

Jango blinks, “I’ll be fine kid.” He finally says, because what else do you say?

The child shakes their head, frowning. “Anakin, not ‘kid’. You need to come with me. Mamma will fix it. You can’t stay out here. There’s a storm coming.”

Jango looks up into the utterly clear sky, “A storm? On Tatooine?”

Anakin giggles a little. “ Saaaand, not waaater. I ‘member seeing a waterstorm a looong time ago, before we came here, but water doesn’t fall like that here. Here it’s sand, and it’ll strip the paint off a hull and flesh off of bones in an hour.” The last is said with an air of repetition, as if it’s something the child has heard enough times to repeat word for word. They reach out a hand and grab at the hand Jango doesn’t have resting on a weapon.

Jango thinks about it for a moment before going with his gut. He lets himself be pulled up by the surprisingly strong little brat. The slave quarter is massive here in Mos Espa, and will probably take a while for the hutts goons to search, given that some of the owners would be a bit irate if the local toughs started tossing the place and possibly damaging valuable property.

And while he’s got plenty of medical gear in his ship, right now the damn thing might as well be in Alderaan. He’s got a bloody leg, broken ribs, and a couple of tiny hand bones busted if he’s not mistaken (he’s not). Any medical help, even in a backwater slave quarter, is better than what he was lookin’ at before the kid poked his nose in.

______

The kid’s mother looks Jango up and down, this new stay her baby has dragged home for her to fix, and then tells Anakin to fetch her medicines and a cup of water while she guides the injured man to a seat at the table in the central room.

Outside the thick walls of the little home the wind begins to kick up, heralding the storm Anakin spoke of.

“I am Shmi.” The woman tells him as she gives the wound a cursory examination. “I do not know how you came to be here, now, nor do I know the circumstances behind injury, but I will treat it, and you are welcome to stay for the duration of the storm.”

He nods slowly, then bites back a curse when she peels the ripped fabric away from the cut, pulling the solidified blood free and releasing a fresh well of dark blood.

Anakin is back within the next breath carefully balancing a clay cup of liquid on the top of a scuffed and battered rectangular plas box. Shmi accepts both, setting them on the table. The cup is set aside and the box is opened to reveal an od hodgepodge collection of modern medical packages and rough little glass and clay jars.

A moments rummaging and the woman pulls out a packet of little tablets and drops one in the water, making it fizz and froth for a minute. “A water cleanser. There are herbs we use for drinking water, but this is faster and more thorough for cleaning out an injury.” She explains as she pulls out several clean rags from a basket under the table.

He doesn’t bother to stop his virulent cursing when she sets to cleaning with quick, sure movements, first clearing away all the fresh and dried blood and dust around the slash and then actually pouring some of the treated water into the injury where it burns like fire ans it froths and boils all the particulates out.

Then she packs it with salve drawn from one of the archaic clay pots (”Molo root. A better antiseptic than half the modern ones you can buy in the shops near the port.”) and then dusts it with a fine green brown powder (”A mix of many desert herbs. It will help with the pain and minimize the scarring so the leg will move as it did before.”) before finally wrapping it tightly in yet more clean rags pulled from the basket beneath the table.

Throughout this Anakin watches avidly.

Shmi shares their food, still not asking who he is or where he acquired such an injury, and he does not offer an explanation.

After Anakin is in bed and the two adults sit at the table with sweet herb tea, the two speak for a while. Conversation drifting eventually to Shmi’s rather well stocked medical kit and her obvious skill at patching up injured strangers.

“You’re very good at this.” He gestures to his propped up and pleasantly herb numbed leg. 

Shmi smiles a little. He can’t help but notice she looks a good ten years younger when she smiles. “I was not always a slave, guest. And I have only learned more since then. Some owners care if their slaves sicken or are crippled with injury. More do not. We are easy enough to replace, after all.”

He shifts uncomfortably, and doesn’t ask any more. Turning the conversation to desert storms instead, and what one might expect from one on this planet.

Shmi allows the change.

The storm lasts three days. In those days Jango learns who the two people who helped him are, and as he slips out before dawn on the fourth day, he leaves a small stack of wupiupi on the table in thanks.

And six months later he returns with a scanner and a list of shut down codes for explosive slave implants. Three people leave the next morning.

(Aaaand the galaxy shifts because Jango has Shmi and Anakin to verbally shake some sense into him about the clones, who have already been created, but will NOT be an army for anyone tvm. 

Maybe Little Anakin makes friends with some Jedi and happens to mention them not really seeming like the type of people who’d order an army? and the jedi are like, waitwhut? 

And Anakin never fully comes to Palpatine’s attention until he is a full grown Mandalorian raised holy terror of a grey Jedi, so he’s got no foothold in his mind. 

He ends up meeting Padme at some point near the end of her political career and she scandalizes her planet by taking off with a dashing force using bounty hunter/adventurer. They end up stealing Obi-wan at some point too. Obi-wan protests, but not really.

anonymous asked:

Ty so much for answering my ask! I was hoping to get some advice, I've read some of your posts but Idk if maybe I missed some. I'm 24, living with my parents and siblings. I have stayed around trying to help my then dysfunctional family emotionally and later as I got older economically as well. However I'm now ready to have my own little space which I've never had, but I'm scared because I would more than likely be living paycheck to paycheck once I do that. So any tips would be so great!

First of all, I am so excited for you! Deciding to move out is such a huge and exciting step. You don’t deserve unnecessary stress in your life, and having your own place is one of the best parts of “Adult life”.

Living Alone Tips

1. PKW. Phone, keys, wallet. Every time you go anywhere. Check twice. The worst part of living on your own is having to rely on yourself to never forget to lock yourself out or leave your wallet at a sandwich shop in a mall. Make absolutely sure you have duplicates of your keys (I would get a couple made) and give one to a friend who lives nearby who you can count on. I also like to keep an extra set inside the apartment itself in a secure place, just in case. Your landlord can let you in during office hours, but giving a key to a trustworthy friend helps you 24/7.

2. Cleaning routine. You don’t have to sit down at a writing desk and draft this out, but spend a few minutes coming up with a basic cleaning regime for you to follow. It’s definitely easier to do a little each day, but if that doesn’t work for your schedule set aside at least an hour and a half during your time off to get your apartment spotless. I don’t know about you, but whenever I deep clean my apartment I feel like I’m living in a hotel for a day, and I absolutely love it.

3. Make a “moving” shopping list. This is everything you will need (minus food) for your first week at your new place. First aid kit, cleaning supplies, tape, cat food, etc. Your first week moving into your new place will be stressful enough, you don’t want to be halfway through setting up your living room and realize that you forgot to buy trash bags.

4. Secure yourself. I’m not the most agile or fast person in the world, and I do live in a mid-sized city that has a good deal of crime. The apartment complex I live in is very safe, but I still like to double lock my front door at night. It might be smart to keep some pepper spray or a baseball bat somewhere in your apartment, just in case.

5. Stay social. Even the most anti-social person gets lonely. Make sure to hang out with your friends, not just your co-workers, your actual friends. Get out off your apartment every few days and go see a movie, get a cup of coffee, go people watching at the park, etc. It’s easy to get depressed if you’re living alone and doing the same things the same way every day- allow yourself to mix it up.

6. Meal prep. It can be stressful and seem useless to cook complicated or “fancy” meals when you’re living on your own. Plan your meals for the week and make a list before going shopping. Get yourself enough food to make a variety of dinners that will only take you fifteen minutes. If you do want to go crazy and make steak and mashed potatoes for yourself, make enough for two meals. Also, nobody is going to think poorly of you for stocking your fridge with a couple frozen dinners.

7. Customer service. Living alone means that you are going to be doing a lot of talking to customer service representatives. Get comfortable talking to people over the phone. Tell the rep what you need as quickly as you can, and try to be polite because customer service at a phone center is a garbage job that doesn’t pay well. On the flip side, don’t be afraid to ask for a manager if you’re upset or unhappy with your service. Take their survey at the end of your phone call, tell them how unhappy you are. It’s someone’s shitty job to look at all those surveys, no complaint goes unheard. Companies with great phone service: Verizon, Apple, Amazon. Companies with awful phone service: USPS (literally the worst), electric companies, health insurance companies.

8. Guest space. This is not required, but it’s a good idea to have some sort of space for a friend to stay the night. A friend of mine had a bad breakup, showed up at my apartment with ten minute’s notice, and then fell asleep on my couch after an hour of crying. It as 7:30! Whatever, she needed it. Keep an extra blanket and pillow in your closet, I like to keep travel sized shampoos and conditioners in my bathroom cabinet on the off chance a guest wants to use my shower. I got these at a hotel for free, but they’re available at CVS and other pharmacies.

9. Toilet paper. Don’t let yourself run out of toilet paper! I like to buy more when I notice I only have one roll left. The same deal goes for paper towels.

10. Enjoy. Living on your own is simoltaneously exciting and exhausting, but an all around must-have experience. Enjoy the freedom to forget to make the bed, to decorate your bathroom however you want, to have ice cream for dinner, to watch reruns of Friends and cry when Rachel decides to move to France. Make sure to give yourself lots of space to move at your own pace, but please remember to eat three meals a day and to go to the doctor’s for a checkup at least once a year!

Additional Resources

1. Apartment hunting 101: My definitive (and very long) post about all things apartment hunting.

2. First apartment advice: There are so many things that need to happen before you can actually “move in” to your new home. This post will help you get started!

3. Budgeting on minimum wage: My post on supporting yourself while working for next to nothing. It can be done!

4. Savings: My thoughts on how much $$ you should have saved up before moving.


Hope this helps!