and i hate presentations so much

anonymous asked:

Secret~ My siblings don't think I have Depression and Anxiety, They say I'm just saying I do for attention. I hate how mental illness has been romanticized by some idiots that think it's cute and poetic to Have anxiety or Depression, Or to be suicidal.

i feel you so much. people who think depression is a pretty thin white girl sitting at her window while its raining and not going outside with her friends, or that anxiety is just being nervous to do a presentation or something make me so upset. this is why i’m so so happy there is being more of a conversation happening lately around mental illness, and more people with large audiences are opening up about it and ways to get help. i’m so sorry your siblings are like that and you are completely valid in your feelings my dear :(

tell me a secret anonymously

I love how much attention Taylor pays to the metaphors. Nothing is obvious, nothing is simple, everything has a meaning. It makes her music and videos so unique. I love looking for a clues, especially in the music videos. I love seeing how well she planned everything. I love that when people question something about her art or when they are trying to hate on something or start a drama, I can simply find at least 5 arguments why they’re wrong and present them a whole analyse of it. Taylor not only challenges herself in being imaginative but she also challenges us to crossing the borders of our minds, to use our brains, to find a creative explanation of the details she put into her work, and I adore that. It’s not only listening or watching, it’s also exploring a magical world full of surprises. 

Yuri on Ice from Yakov’s perspective

Banquet:

 Yuri don’t let yourself get baited into a dance batt- I SAID DON’T GET BAITED INTO A DANCE BATTLE! GODDAMNIT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MEETING SPONSERS!

Victor! Mila! Stop encouraging them! AND STOP TAKING PICTURES

Victor you’re not even drunk! STOP DANCING WITH THE SLOPPY DRUNK

Why is there a stripper pole in here? Why is this allowed to get out of hand? WHERE THE HELL ARE CHRIS AND THIS DRUNK’S COACHES?!?

Victor! DON’T LET DRUNKS HUMP YOU IN FRONT OF SPONSERS! NO, YOU CAN’T TAKE HIM BACK TO HIS ROOM! I DON’T CARE IF YOU THINK YOU’RE IN LOVE HE’S DRUNK AND YOU’RE AN IDIOT! I’LL TAKE HIM BACK TO HIS ROOM BEFORE YOU MAKE ANY MORE BAD DECISIONS.

- *sends Celestino a strongly worded email about keeping an eye on his pupils in the future the next morning*

Episode One

- Victor stop. Stop pining. You aren’t in love. No I don’t believe in love at first sight and I certainly don’t believe in love at first drunken humping. You’re right I’m not taking this seriously. He hasn’t contacted you because he was DRUNK OUT OF HIS MIND! Did you see how much booze he downed? It’s a wonder he didn’t die of alcohol poisoning. Just stfu and skate.

- Victor no. It’s not a message. Victor no! Don’t give up your career for an ill-advised booty call! UGH if I can’t stop you just make sure our Yuri doesn’t find out where you went.

Episode Two

- WHY ARE YOU IN JAPAN TOO YURI! I COULDN’T STOP VICTOR MAKING AN ILL-ADVISED BOOTY CALL BUT YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE ATTEMPTING THAT! YEAH SURE YOU’RE NOT THERE FOR THAT I’VE SEEN YOUR ROOM! …NO ONE HAS 30 POSTERS OF SOMEONE IN THEIR ROOM BECAUSE THEY ‘HATE THEM JUST SO MUCH’ YOU’RE FOOLING NO ONE KID!

Episode Three

- OMFG did you really give him a program about the night he got sloppy drunk and you turned into even a bigger moron? You’re going to put me into an early grave.

Episode Four

- MILA! STOP POKING THE SMOL ANGRY CHILD! HIS SCREECHING HURTS MY EARS!

- Wait, why the hell do I have to go live with my ex-wife and the angsty teen? I don’t want to have to listen to a list of my failures or a catalogue of all the ways Drunk Yuri is the worst especially as it tends to devolve into ‘stupid pig, how dare he be so good looking’.

Episode Five

- Victor stop trying to pretend this isn’t an elaborate booty call. This is not how coaching works.

Episode Six

- I have the living legend who gave it all up to be a pretend coach in order to get with a sloppy drunk, a sadist of a female skater who stirs up trouble on purpose, an angsty teen who can’t tell the difference between having a crush and hating someone and an emo skater who is far too old to be as emo as he is. Kill me now.

Episode Seven

- Maybe I was giving Victor a disservice. His student is actually doing quite well and maybe they are taking it seriously and HOLY FUCK NEVERMIND JUST KISS YOUR STUDENT IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD VICTOR YOU ASSHAT

Episode Eight

- Yuri has calmed down and I’m just going to ignore Victor. Yep that’ll work OMFG did you HAVE TO KISS HIS FUCKING SKATE?!? THIS IS WHY YOU WEREN’T ALLOWED TO TAKE HIM BACK TO THE HOTEL ROOM! YOU HAVE NO CHILL!

You want me to what? Be his coach? Well…only because I like Maccachin.

Episode Nine

- You’re alright actually, I hereby allow you the name Japanese Yuri instead of Drunk Yuri. You may be the only sane person I know surprisingly. I still am going to tell you off for fucking up though.

- ….I take it all back. WTF was up with all the hugging.

Episode Ten

- …They got engaged. Victor really is going to marry him….I’m not even surprised at this point. Fine. Keep him Japanese Yuri. He’s a pain in the ass anyway.

Episode Eleven

-  YES! I AM A PROUD DAD/COACH! HAPPIEST I’VE BEEN THIS WHOLE YEAR

Episode Twelve

- WTF? You’re coming back now? Idek what’s going on anymore.

- Well done Yuri! I’m so proud of you for winning gold!

- …They are doing a super romantic pairs skate because of course they are.

- Okay so Victor is coming back to Russia to train cool….wait what do you mean you’re still going to coach Japanese Yuri? WTF? HOW WOULD THAT EVEN WORK? WTF NO.

Post Episode Twelve

- STOP FLIRTING IN THE RINK! WHY GOD WHY AM I BEING PUNISHED?

- STOP GROPING HIM VICTOR THERE ARE CHILDREN PRESENT

-  YURI P STOP THROWING THINGS EVERY TIME THEY FLIRT

-  I HATE ALL OF MY CHILDREN SO MUCH.

- YOU’RE ALL THE REASON I HAVE NO HAIR

Pray for Yakov

Falcon Punch, monk style

(Background:  The DM for this wanted us to bring our best Pathfinder characters for this campaign.  The party consisted of a kitsune fighter, an orc unchained rogue, a kobold celestial-bloodline sorcerer, a tiefling life-mystery oracle, and my half-elf monk.  After fighting our way up out of a dungeon we’d been trapped in — and pretty well depleting our resources in the process — the DM wants his wizard character, the recurring villain of the campaign, to mock us before we actually escape.  He does so from the other side of a fifty-foot-wide chasm with no visible bottom.)

Villain:  [Standard hammy villain monologue with over-the-top gloating and taunting]

Kitsune:  [Orc], will you shoot him to at least get him to shut up?

Orc:  Can’t.  Out of ammo.

Kobold:  Hey, don’t look at me, guys, all I’ve got left are cantrips.

Tiefling:  I can barely even see the other side.

Kitsune:  Grr.  I don’t wanna have to listen to this guy.  Does anyone have a ranged attack that can at least get his attention?

Me:  Not exactly, but…  How wide is that chasm, again?

Tiefling:  *Snickers, knowing my monk from another campaign.*  Uh-oh…

DM: Uh, fifty feet.

Me:  Okay, I spend my last point of ki for the bonus to jump and leap across.  This should be a surprise round, right?

DM:  (after nearly choking on drink) Um.  Okay, yeah, DC 50; I hope you have another character ready.  Roll acrobatics.

Me:  Don’t need to, the lowest I can roll is a 66 after the point of ki.

DM:  (almost spittakes, with the rest of the party either snickering or stunned to silence) Seriously!?

Me:  *Presents character sheet.*

DM:  *Takes a few minutes to verify the ludicrous number of bonuses.*  …Oh goddammit.  Yeah, I guess this is happening, roll to attack.

Me:  Stunning Fist, get ready for his fort save.  *Rolls 17 on the die.*  Uh…

DM:  (before I can math up bonuses) I hate you.  *Rolls a 4 on the fort save.*  So.  Much.  So yeah, he’s in mid-monologue and you launch yourself across a goddamn bottomless chasm and punch the squishy wizard in the face.  Roll damage.

Party:  *Laughing hysterically!*

Tiefling:  Falcon Puuunch!

(Cue the entire table, including the poor DM, completely losing it for the next few minutes.  I proceeded to flurry of blows the Big Bad’s right hand man into an unrecognizable pulp over the next two rounds while the party cheered me on.  I looted the body, threw him into the chasm, and then could just “take 10” to jump back across.  It was my only session in that campaign, unfortunately, but I’m told it took a few weeks for the DM to work out how to get around the damage I did to his plot.  I understand he now takes excessive precautions before letting his villains run off at the mouth, since a DC 50 acrobatics check is apparently not enough.  This isn’t the first campaign that particular monk has mangled the plot of, either, but it is the most spectacular instance, and the only time she almost wrecked a campaign during its first session.)

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i just made this announcement over on twitter, but like, let’s be real, i’ve been on this horrible blue hell site since i was 16 - and i’m turning 24 on sunday, so that’s essentially a third of my life, yikes - and you guys are wonderful and i love you and you deserve to hear it here first. so.

as most of you know, i finished my first manuscript earlier this year, and i’ve been reservedly liveblogging the absurdly nerve-wracking process of querying agents and throwing my novel out to the wolves. 

and i’m so happy to finally be able to tell you that i’ve accepted an offer of literary representation from brooks sherman of janklow & nesbit associates.

i first became aware of brooks a couple of years ago when my best friend lena, who was loyally and devotedly beta-reading one of my early drafts, suggested i check out becky albertalli’s “simon vs. the homo sapiens agenda.” she thought simon was an exemplary gay ya romance, exactly the kind of thing i was hoping to do. and she was right: simon instantly became one of my favourite books, and becky became one of my favourite authors. i pledged to myself that when i finally worked up the nerve to start talking to agents, i would talk to the guy who helped make simon happen.

but it took a long time. like, a long time. i started writing “teenage victory song” - the name of my novel, a contemporary gay YA love story, hopefully coming soon to a bookstore near you! - back in 2013. specifically, during an 11:30 PM gchat with grace on wednesday, december 11, 2013, which i have archived for historical preservation. so grace is getting the dedication when this thing goes out, naturally. but, yeah, i started writing it in 2013, and only just finished it this spring, and only with the help of some truly incredible people and loyal friends and family - way too many to name here, but you know who you are, and thank you. i love you. if i hadn’t had your love and your support to battle the little grey cloud of depression and trauma and persistent economic instability that hangs over me 24/7, i’d never have gotten this far. writing this book, and keeping myself mentally healthy and happy enough to finish it, is the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do. 

i also need to thank benjamin alire saenz, andre alexis, dennis bock, anne michaels, and mallory ortberg for reading various permutations of this manuscript and believing in it and giving me their writerly advice on it. i love all y’all. and, of course, major, major thanks to the lambda literary association, who do so much incredible work for so many lgbt authors, and to whom i will be forever in debt.

i just don’t have words for the fact that brooks read my manuscript and said yes, that he said wow, that he believes in me and in what i’m trying to do with my writing. he represents so many authors whose work i’ve been continually blown away by, and it is patently ridiculous and surreal that i get to stand next to them now? i’ve already mentioned becky albertalli, whose work has done so much to humanize young lgbt people and to normalize gay love for a mainstream audience. or adam silvera, who just put queer boys of colour on the new york times bestsellers list with “they both die at the end,” which i am presently reading and crying over and having my internal organs ripped out by. and last, but definitely not fucking least, angie thomas, who wrote “the hate u give,” very possibly the most important young adult novel of the last twenty years, a heartbreaking and compassionate and warmly funny complete and total masterwork that i inhaled in less than two days. like, i really don’t. have words. these are people who have been heroes of mine for so long. i just started actually crying so i’m going to have to wrap this up lmao.

i grew up in an intensely homophobic and conservative christian household, and when i was probably eleven or twelve i somehow came into possession of a copy of “a great and terrible beauty” by libba bray. i don’t remember anything about it except that it had a subplot involving two girls who kissed each other on the mouth, and when they kissed each other on the mouth, i was so viscerally horrified that i started bawling, and i stood up, walked upstairs to the garbage disposal, and tore the book apart with my bare hands. watched the pages filter down into the garbage. and i don’t, like. i don’t like to damage books. i don’t even fold corners because i don’t like to crease the pages. i still remember it all these years later because my first reaction upon recognizing myself in that kiss was to literally destroy it. and i had to keep that part of myself buried for so many years. reading lgbt ya and fanfiction was some of the only escape i had. i wasn’t able to come out until i was eighteen years old, and when i did, it ultimately meant becoming estranged from my mother forever.

i have so much love and tenderness and compassion for all those previous, wounded versions of me, who went through so much, who hated themselves so much, who spent so much of their teens and early twenties being depressed and closeted and suicidal and dreaming of the day when they might get to be an author. you fucking did it, buddy. i love you so much and i am so proud of everything you did to survive and keep creating.

in conclusion,

Who remembers THIS quote?

“They had you wrapped up like a present yesterday. Like you were his reward.”

Remember Feyre’s response? “So?”

Remember how angry Rhys was at the response? I can agree with him. Because Feyre was so sick that she honestly didn’t care that Tamlin practically owned her. She didn’t care that she was his goddamn REWARD, as if he had done some heroic thing. As if he hadn’t sat and watched while Feyre faced trials and was dying in the dungeons. She hated herself so much and was so reliant on Tamlin and Ianthe that Tamlin could’ve hit her and raped her and done whatever else to her, and she probably would have fought back the first few times, but would stop fighting after a while. So some people say there’s nothing wrong with her response. I say that EVERYTHING was wrong with her response.

And you know what? Here’s another reason I love Rhysand: he brought back that fight in her. Even the first time she came to the Night Court, she fought him because she loathed him. She gained her power back slowly because he helped her realize she never lost it in the first place. And when she grew to like him, that fight didn’t fade. In fact, it thrived. She healed because Rhys helped her understand she was sick. And when she wasn’t sick anymore, and was able to see that she’d been wrong, he stayed with her. Bonded with her. Loved her. Tamlin hated the fight in Feyre and wanted to stop it; Rhys embraced that flame and fanned it to make it grow.

And you know what? If Feyre looked back now and remembered saying “So?” in response to Rhys’ observation, I’m sure she’d be horrified about it. Her strength is the most imspiring thing in the whole ACOTAR series to me. Yes, the whole “Court of Dreams” thing is wonderful, and having friends as amazing as the Inner Circle is cool, too, but nothing is as awesome (and I mean “awesome” in the old way, not the new) as seeing Feyre overcome her demons, love herself, and become such a strong figure. I aspire to be like her one day. So thank you, Sarah J. Maas, because you did more for me through your stories than most ever would’ve bothered to in real life.

“The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.” - Alice Walker

this has already been said regarding fanart but i’ve never seen someone say it about fanfiction so here i am

people who write fanfiction are people who choose to share FOR FREE something that takes a lot of time and effort to produce

they are also people who stress over putting their work out there for the world to see, because being confident with this kind of shit is really fucking hard

so when you make jokes such as “as soon as i see that the fanfiction is in the present tense i close it” just try to imagine what it feels like for someone who writes fanfiction in the present tense, or in first person, or characterxreader, or any other “type” of fic that yall apparently hate

imagine how it must feel like to give your all only for a bunch of shit people on tumblr who think every single fanfiction out there should be a fuckin literary masterpiece to say that its shit and that “no one stands fics like that”

seriously guys, i dont know if it ever crossed your tiny closed minds, but writers write for themselves. they write what they LIKE to write and heaven knows it takes so much mental energy to find the guts to share your work with other people. so for once, can yall stop degrading fanfiction writers and start giving them the credit they deserve?

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Character Aesthetics: Severus Snape

“mr moony presents his compliments to professor snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business.

mr prongs agrees with mr moony, and would like to add that professor snape is an ugly git.

mr padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.

mr wormtail bids professor snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.”

Oh We're in Love Aren't We?

 Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Requested by anon:  “Is that my shirt” for either Lin or Daveed where you guys are best friends and it gets awkward and cute. Please and thank you

Summary: Lin and the reader were best friends all through their teenage years and college days. Like so, life pulls them in separate directions for a few years, only to have them reunite for a special occasion.

Words: 2,321.. (I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SO MUCH SHORTER but it’s Lin so)

Warnings: none, except fluff

A/N PLEASE READ SO THE STORY MAKES SENSE: The story goes back and forth between the present & past. The present is in italics. LET ME KNOW IF IT GETS CONFUSING. Roughly based off of Ed’s ‘Hearts Don’t Break Around Here’..enjoy :)

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Sweet Creature

You had spent the whole day watching Harry doing radio shows, sitting with Jeff in silence, your own set of headphones sitting atop of your recently straightened hair. One piece of which, slightly curved at the end where you had been playing with it. Your lip sore from chewing on the corner, something you do when you are anxious. In a usual situation like this, your cheeks would ache from smiling too much and your dimple would stand proud on the left side of your face, very much like Harry’s. However, this wasn’t a usual situation, this was the day of Harry’s debut album being released for the whole world to hear. You were so unbelievably proud of Harry and you were still trying to figure out a way to tell him. Still, you couldn’t stop the pang to your heart as you listened to Grimmy and Harry hinting at who a particular song was about. Sitting there whilst they talked about Carolina and Two Ghosts while Jeff placed his hand in yours and squeezed, his own face mirroring yours. Exactly mirroring, making you lift your lips into a smile as you couldn’t bare Harry seeing you like that. That look, that unmistakable look… The look that would let everyone know that you, Harry Styles’ girlfriend, isn’t ready for the media and the paps to start talking about how Harry Styles writes songs about his ex-lovers but not the one who he is currently with.

Despite this, you still smiled and hugged Harry when he finished. Him placing a firm kiss on your cheek, before moving to let Nick greet you. Nick pulled you into a very tight hug, longer than usual so he could whisper in your ear.

“I’m sorry love, had to ask those questions, its my job” he said pulling back as you nodded and mouthed a “I know” before smiling and mouthing “I understand” 

“What are you two so gloomy about?” Harry said, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing another kiss on your cheek.

“Nothing.. Nothing at all. I’m so proud of you H. You did it” you said pulling Harry into a tight hug.

“Thank you so much my love” Harry said, smiling a real, huge and full smile at Nick as you stood fake smiling at Jeff.

Harry said his thank you’s to everyone before the both of you left. Going to another radio show at BBC radio 2 before wrapping that up and finally heading home. 

You walked through the door, Harry followed closely behind, talking about how he was so proud of the album and how he couldn’t have done it without the support from everyone, especially you. 

“Love?” he said, as you took your shoes off.

“Hmm?” you said, coming down from your thoughts.

“Is everything okay? You seem a bit off” he said, as you walked into your living room.

“Hmm” you said, still not really listening, being too distracted.

“They’re sounds love, not words” Harry said, teasing you as he lightly pinched your waist, trying to make you giggle, not succeeding in doing so, of course.

“Yeah… sorry. Been a long day an all” you said, smiling softly at him.

“Sure that’s it?” Harry said, placing a hand on your thigh.

“Of course. Just tired s’all” you said, leaning in to place a kiss on his pink lips.

“Hmm. Don’t believe it though. I saw the way you’ve been acting all day. All smiley but quiet. Love, I know ya. Known yer for 4 years now, been in love with yer for 4 years now. Been together for 1… Sommat’s up” he said.

You sighed deeply, preparing for what you were about to say.

“I am so proud of you H, I am. So proud. S’just… I dunno… Guess I’m jealous s’all” you said, making Harry chuckle.

“Jealous of what love?” He said, his eyebrows furrowing.

“The other girls” you said, making Harry’s forehead crinkle, his eyes looking deeply into yours as he tries processing the words you spoke.

“What other girls?” Harry said, confusion spreading across his features.

“The ones you write about” you said, closing your eyes and placing your forehead against his chin as a tear ran down your cheek. Before you continued, “I don’t want to be the jealous girlfriend, I’ve never have been that kind of girl H. I have been in love with you for 4 years H. I’ve been in love with you since I was 19 and you have been with other women in those 4 years, and I have been with other men in those years. All whilst being in love with you… Those are facts… and I have never been the jealous type, that too is a fact. So I don’t know what is different now but it hurts” you said, sobbing throughout.

“Baby, they are nothing. Nothing. They are the past, it is a fact that I find it easy writing about experiences, past ones… They are the past and they are nothing. You are very much the present and everything. I hate that I’m hurting you, I hate it. And you know me Lou, I’m crap with words and what not… I’m good at writing about things though… S’why I wrote woman about you and sweet creature about you ” Harry said, placing his fingers under your chin and tilting your head up slowly, a smirk placed on his face as he took in your initial reaction, your eyebrows were now furrowed, like his were slightly earlier.

“Wh-what? About- there- me? what?” you said, become incoherent. Harry giggled before saying “I love you so much” as he placed a kiss against your lips.

“You wrote them - about me” you said, as he continued to kiss you. He slowly pulled away, laughing as soon as he saw the shocked expression still on your face.

“I wrote them about you love” Harry said , taking your small hand into his much larger one.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you said, genuinely smiling for the first time that day.

“I thought it was obvious. I’m in love with yeh pet. Wanna spend the rest of me life with you” Harry said, placing a kiss against your lips.

“I love you so much H. I’m so proud of you and I’m so silly” you said, making him shake his head.

“Maybe a lil’. But I’m silly in love with you. Besides, you aint wrote no songs about me just yet” Harry said, making you giggle.

“You mad? Wrote just about a whole album about you” you said, making Harry nod his head.

“Yeah. Jus’ wanted to hear you say it” he said, making you pull him in to a long kiss.

Anything For You

((A/N: So I had to edit some of the request a bit to make it work and not be a two-parter, I hope Anon doesn’t mind too much. But mutant reader is always a fun one, so I don’t mind. It’s also my first go as writing for Logan, so be gentle!

Request:

Can I get a Logan x (mutant)Reader, where the reader thinks that Logan hates her since he’s always so rude and gruff and yells at her during missions, so she keeps her distance from him, eventually deciding to leave the X-men. And then when Logan realizes that she left, and why she left, he goes to get her and bring her back home? Lots of angst, then ending in fluff? Fighting and love confessions? Could you make it work? Or is it too much?? Sorry to be a bother!

Pairing: Logan x mutant!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language, clearly. ))

“Really? You thought just shootin’ shit with electricity was the solution here?” Wolverine’s voice had risen to an unreasonable decibel level as he got closer, claws withdrawn but still clearly defensive.

Your eyes narrowed, fists clenched, “It was the only option! Iceman was out of the way and Shadowcat was already intangible, no one would get hurt!” Your own voice had risen to match his, stepping closer and closing the little gap that was left.

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I decided to make a masterlist of my stories! I hope you find something to read!:)

One-shots
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Smut/M/NC-17

Practice makes it perfect! (Boxing!Au, 3.8k) - Kaisoo

What starts as a battle of strength and pride, finishes as something completely mind-blowing.

What that mouth do, tho? (Comedy; 4.7k + bonus 8k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol

“Hey, Soo, what that mouth do?”

“Bet, you’d like to know!”

Baby Boy (Sugar daddy, Fluff; 10.5k) - Kaisoo

Kyungsoo likes getting presents, but he loves his daddy more.

Deliver my Pizza (Crossdressing; 7k + bonus 3.5k) - Kaisoo

Kyungsoo has this kink and Jongin loves his boyfriend so much.

Cuff me! (Police!Au; 6k + bonus 5k) - Kaisoo

Kyungsoo hated his job ever since he got demoted to a police officer and being assigned to a cocky partner that just couldn’t shut up.

Think this through (Comedy, Fluff; 22k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Sulay, Hunhan, Xiuchen

Kyungsoo signs up to a clinic with a desire to lose his virginity. But after meeting his potential partners, he ends up bargaining for a different kind of deal.

▲ Melancholia and Euphoria (Angst, Prostitution!Au, Abuse; 12k) - Kaisoo

Jongin was Kyungsoo’s first, but Kyungsoo was Jongin’s last.

This is a start of something new (Fluff, Police!Au; 7.6k + bonus 4.3k) - Kaisoo

When Kyungsoo has to check a college party that is not reported, what he doesn’t expect to find is a snarky student, that quickly catches his interest.

▲ Listless (Fluff, Crack; 4.2k) - Kaisoo

Jongin’s sick and Kyungsoo takes care of him.. in a slightly less conventional way.

Be good to me, bad boy! (4.7k) - Kaisoo, Mentions of Baekyeol, Hunhan and Xiuchen

Jongin might have all those tattoos and skill on his bike, but Kyungsoo’s in charge now. And you know what they say: every boy wants a good boy to be bad just for him.

I can’t! (Please, save me!) (Angst, Drama, Mafia!Au; Mentions of abuse and drugs; 15k) - Kaisoo, Hunhan, Slight!Krisoo

Kai lost what was his once before. But now he had an opportunity to get it back, and who was Kris to refuse him that.

Keeping it Quiet! (Band!Au, Hint of voyeursim; 4.8k) - Kaisoo

Sehun drops in Jongin’s room quite suddenly, and the best place for Kyungsoo to hide is under Jongin’s thick covers.

Marking you Mine! (Fluff; 15k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol

Kyungsoo has this tiny crush, and thinks that Jongin doesn’t even notice him.. It’s all Baekhyun’s fault, anyway.

Baby Girl (Fem!Kaisoo, Mentions of Bullying; 6.5k) - Kaisoo

Jongin doesn’t deserve everything she’s been enduring, but Kyungsoo makes it all better.

Pool me Hard! (Fluff, Semi-public; 9k) - Kaisoo, Mentions of Baekyeol

What Kyungsoo didn’t expect is that a little friendly game of pool table would come to this.

Just how I like it! (Fluff; 6.3k) - Xiuchen

Jongdae liked when they played rough, Minseok couldn’t wait to be bad.

▲ Teach me (TeacherxStudent, Fluff; 8k) - Kaisoo

Kyungsoo was always a good student, but math wasn’t his subject. Luckily, there was a teacher who could teach him.


Fluff/Angst/PG-13

Love Me Today (And Forever) (PG-13; Angst, Fluff, Anxiety, Mentions of Death and Physical Disability; 5.6k) - Kaisoo

Even when Kyungsoo gave up, thinking how his day was coming to an end, Jongin was there to remind him that it wasn’t over yet.

Prove you Wrong! (PG-13; Fluff, Wrestiling!Au; 19k + bonus 4k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Xiuchen

Nobody could go against the feared bad boy of their high-school, but maybe a pair of thick glasses and one ugly gray sweater could make him see outside the lines. 

I can do it better! (M; Band!Au, Comedy, Fluff, Foul language; 9.3k) - Kaisoo, Hunhan, Baekyeol, Taoris, Sulay, Xiuchen (OT12)

The members didn’t expect that to happen when they started playing spin the bottle… With a little twist, though.

Find Me Amongst Them (PG-13; Fluff, Solemate!Au; 16k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol

A story about a boy who doesn’t believe in soulmates, but actually suffers to meet his own.

Flurry the Penguin (PG-13; Fluff, 17k) - Kaisoo, Xiuchen

Kyungsoo refuses to work with Jongin, but then gets out of the mess with something timeless.

▲ Fall in love with me, already! (Fluff, Friends to Lovers; 11k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, 2Min, Mentions of Hunhan and Xiuchen, Slight!Krisoo

Jongin and Kyungsoo were friends their whole life. So why did Jongin take all this time to realize his feelings for the shorter boy?

Bashful Smiles (PG-13; Fluff, Zoo!Au; 17k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Sulay

Kyungsoo starts getting little doodles and notes on the blackboard by his work desk, and tries to find the culprit. 

Shake my Heart! (Fluff, Soulmate!Au, Superpowers!Au, Romance; 13.5k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Xiuchen

In a world where your power transfers to your soulmate for a day, group of friends hope to be lucky enough in the destiny’s pick.

Mission: Get Kaisoo together! (PG-13; Fluff, Comedy; 12k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Hunhan

What happens when best friend Kyungsoo and Jongin get into their first fight? Well, of course, their parents come to the rescue.

Chaptered Stories

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Baby, we don’t stand a chance (M, Office!Au, Angst, Domestic Abuse, Infidelity; Ongoing!) - Kaisoo, Mentions of Baekyeol

This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to do his work, assist his boss’ every need and then bid him goodbye until tomorrow. But Jongin brought work home with him, and in the same time, left a piece of himself with Kyungsoo.

Cook me Something Sweet (PG-13; Chef!Au, Office!Au, Fluff, Romance, Slight!Angst, Smut; Ongoing!) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Xiuchen, Sulay

Jongin was a famous billionaire, going on dates that his mother set him up with, trying to satisfy her wish to get married already. But what happens when in Jongin’s life stumbles in a pretty boy with doe eyes.

Omega Troubles (M; Wolf!Au, A/B/O, Fluff, Mpreg, Slight!Angst; 2 chapters - Completed!) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Hunhan, Xiuchen, Sulay, Taoris

Kyungsoo wanted nothing more than to make his omega happy.. But their picture-perfect life was missing a tiny but big piece for everything to be perfect.

Suit me Better! (M; Office!Au, Fluff, Romance, Slight!Angst; Ongoing!) - Baekyeol, Kaisoo, Xiuchen

Baekhyun was looking for a job and when the spot in one of the biggest companies in Korea opened up, what he didn’t expect to see his ex-boyfriend as his new boss.

Vetus Amor (M; Fluff, Romance, Smut; Ongoing!) - Daejae, Banghim

Youngjae thought that he had lost him.. But Daehyun comes back for what belongs to him.

Devour you whole! (M; Butler!Au, Romance, Angst, Fluff; 3 chapters - Completed!) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Sulay, YunhoxBoa

Kyungsoo works as a butler for the Kims, and Jongin comes back and maybe ruins everything that he’s been working for.

Cure you! (M; Dystopian!AU, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Angst, Doctor!Au; 2 chapters - Completed!) - Kaisoo, Brief mention of Baekyeon

The story of how love happened where it absolutely shouldn’t have. 

Sweet as you (PG-13; Fluff, Enemies to lovers, Romance; 11 chapters + Epilogue - Completed!) - Meanie, Jihan, Mentions of others

What happens when two enemies apply for the same job?

Hooked on a feeling (M; Smut, Fluff, Romance, Band!Au; 4 chapters - Completed!) - Eunhae

Hyukjae loves to punish, and Donghae loves to get punished.


So this was a bit longer, apologies for that! 
Hope you enjoy!~~ 
Love you, xox

anonymous asked:

What kind of stuff in a person's chart indicates talent in singer or just music in general?

I did quite a bit of research on this… One of my favorite topics, astrology and music. Both are gifts to our world. Both are languages to help us understand energy and what energy feels like.

The entire chart plays a significant role in someone’s ability in singing and music so I will try my best to illustrate everything as I hate leaving information out.

The information I’ve collected is from other astrologer’s opinions and charts of different types of musicians I’ve looked into.

I’ll start with the houses that have importance to this ability, the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th house.

The 1st house, I believe for the most part, dictates the style in which a musician goes for. So why would the 1st house play a role in the style of music a person goes for? Well, the ascendant is pretty much our doorway between the inner and the outer; how we present the inner to the outer. Our style would come from the 1st house directly.
Take a look at someone like Björk (Icelandic singer) and her chart. She’s got her 1st house starting in Scorpio. If you listen to her music, the style is very Scorpio inspired; it’s strange, penetrating, and unconventional. She has no problem expressing the energy a Scorpio represents in her music.
Now lets take another singer with a different ascendant, perhaps someone like Freddie Mercury from Queen or Robert Smith from The Cure; their ascendant is in Leo. Their sound is in no doubt very different from each other, but they seem to fit in that category of the dramatic Leo. Almost all of Robert Smith’s songs express the loving lion a Leo represents, its essence is of what Leo/5th house expresses. Then if you look at Freddie Mercury’s music, it is dramatic and theatrical like the Leo.
So looking at all the different ascendants, a person’s musical style (disregarding the rest of their chart) may be whatever energy that sign represents. An Aries maybe angry and raw and a Pisces may be hippie and psychedelically inspired. Maybe… This is my opinion on it, subject to change though.
I wouldn’t mind hearing other people’s opinion on the ascendant and how it demonstrates a person’s style in music. To get your minds thinking, here’s a random range of artists and their ascendant…
Rihanna - Aries
John Lennon - Aries
Mariah Carey - Taurus
Lana Del Rey - Taurus
Lady Gaga - Gemini
Billy Idol - Gemini
Tchaikovsky - Cancer
Annie Lennox - Virgo
Kurt Kobain - Virgo
Beyonce - Libra
Jared Leto - Libra
Ludwig Van Beethoven - Scorpio
Aretha Franklin - Scorpio
Prince - Scorpio
Elvis - Sagittarius
Kesha - Sagittarius
Barry White - Capricorn
Tom Jones - Capricorn
Ariana Grande - Capricorn
Taylor Swift - Capricorn
Adele - Aquarius
Nicki Minaj - Aquarius
David Bowie - Aquarius
Michael Jackson - Pisces

One last note before I move onto the 2nd house; I also noticed that almost all of my favourite singers had their ascendant in Leo which is funny because my ascendant is in Leo… We pick music that best suit our style. What are your favourite artist’s ascendants and can you relate to them?

The 2nd house rules the throat. The condition of the throat itself will impact the sound of someone’s voice. Having many beneficial planets in the 2nd house would be good for a singer, some singers even have stelliums in the 2nd house. I know some other people made some really good posts about the 2nd house and its affect on voice so I won’t go too deep into the 2nd house and what planets do what to your voice. To sum up the affects of planets in the 2nd house, it’s pretty much what you would assume; Mars in the 2nd house would give a powerful or even masculine voice whereas Venus in the 2nd house would give a soft and feminine voice. So think of the planet and what it represents to know what it does to a person’s voice.
I do however want to however talk about whatever sign is cusping the 2nd house and its impact on a person’s voice.
Lets talk about the elements itself; what might a fire voice sound like? a water voice? an earth voice? an air voice? I’ve been trying to put my finger on this exactly, semi-stumped still; don’t really know how to put it to words.
I do know for sure the air voice. These are people who have an unafflicted 2nd house in an air sign. Their voices have the potential of singing at operatic levels. Their voices are light, high note reaching, and quite literally I would describe them as airy. Just a few examples of people with an air sign as their second house; Joan Sutherland - Gemini (opera singer), Annie Lennox - Libra, Ariana Grande - Aquarius, and Mariah Carey - Gemini.
For the fire voice, this was difficult to put to words. They seem to put a lot of emphasis on the words and sounds they make. Some of them even sound like they are straining their voice or really pushing the sounds that they make. Their voices can be strange, raw, or even penetrating. Some examples of fire voices; Robert Smith from the Cure - Leo (he also has Pluto in the 2nd house) and again Bjork - Sagittarius (she has quite a few planets in the 2nd house including Mars, Venus, and Mercury). For an actual example to listen to as I am bad at explaining things, here’s Robert and here’s Bjork. Adele also has her second house in a fire sign, Aries. She is influenced quite a bit by other parts in her chart, but she definitely has the crackly fire in her voice.
For the earth voice, I think is grounding yet dynamic because each of the earth signs are very different from each other in my opinion. Freddie Mercury for example has his second house in Virgo which is the essence of dynamic earth (ignoring the fact that he has many planets that are in the second house in Libra). It’s almost as if Virgo is also influenced by air because it is so mutable and changeable. The earth voice is usually light and pure. It’s smooth and vibrato. I believe Taurus is the richest earth voice of them all as it is grounded and ruled by Venus. So the examples for the earth voice I would say are Freddie Mercury - Virgo, Elvis - Capricorn, and Louis Armstrong - Taurus.
Finally for the water voice, to put it simply their voice usually has a LOT of soul. Some examples, Lady Gaga - Cancer, Barry White - Pisces, Tom Jones - Pisces, Beyonce - Scorpio.

Moving onto the 3rd house briefly. Now the 3rd house doesn’t have much to do with how your voice will sound, it is more of the mental side of communication. So things like lyrics and composing music would come from this house. Also because the 3rd house rules the hands, it may also dictate your ability in playing music.

And onto the 4th house. The 4th house is similar to the 1st house in such a way that is dictates style again. It Is actually sort of a mixture of the 1st house (who we are) and the 3rd house (how we communicate that), but the 4th house also reveals our emotions, the songs that come from within. The 4th house will show the root and meaning of songs; the feeling. Naturally water signs/planets can easily express emotions versus the air signs who may have some difficulty, but fun fact; the best poets/musicians usually have both air and water very prominent in their chart.

And the 5th house plays just as important part as the 4th house does. It’s creative potential. So if you can express your emotions through the 4th house, you need to creatively use them in the 5th house. Some of the best musicians have the 5th house prominent in their chart.

Pulling away from houses now… I want make a quick note about the blessing of how having a good balance of all the elements in a chart really can help a musician. Fire = passion/drive, Earth = rhythm, Air = intellect/skill, and Water = emotion. Obviously not all musicians have it all, but it really helps to have a good balance of them all.

Good placements for singers/musicians

-Venus in the 2nd or 5th house
-Venus in its ruler or exalted sign
-Venus in conjunction with the ascendant or midheaven
-Venus having harmonious aspects to the ascendant or midheaven
-Venus, Moon, and/or Neptune is prominent in the chart
-Moon is not afflicted
-Moon in Libra or Taurus
-Stelliums in Libra, Taurus, 2nd House, or 5th House
-Good aspects between Sun, Moon, Venus, and Neptune.
-Good as aspects/placements in the 3rd house (will help indicate if there’s ability to play instruments)
-Quintiles and biquintiles can show hidden talent. See if there are any between Venus, Mercury, Moon, or Neptune.

Not so good placements

-Any afflictions to Venus or planets that sit in Taurus/Libra/2nd/5th can cancel out singing ability.
-Any afflictions to the Mercury or planets that sit in the 3rd house or Gemini can make learning musical instruments difficult.

anonymous asked:

What do Yuuri and Viktor give each other for Valentine's day?

Valentine’s Day is huge is Russia; the ads on tv spend a month leading up to it, every corner shop is filled with huge displays of red and pink hearts, and more importantly, everyone is talking about it.

Victor tries to hold back, he does. But he’s never had someone he’s wanted to spend Valentine’s day with before. He also just assumes that Yuuri feels the same way.

He wakes Yuuri up the morning of the 14th with soft kisses all over his face and body after spending a half hour making the fluffiest omelette ever.

“Mmmn, Victor, just let me sleep,” he groans and rolls over. Victor isn’t put off by it, though, because Yuuri’s never been a morning person. All it takes is a few more involved kisses to wake his sleeping beauty.

Yuuri eyes breakfast skeptically, squinting at it through sleepy eyes and scratching at his stomach as he tries to wake up. His hair is flattened on one side and he’s forgotten his glasses in the bedroom. He’s the picture of perfection to Victor, though, because he’s living here, with Victor, in his apartment. He couldn’t ask for more. 

Except, maybe, an acknowledgement of what day it is, maybe? A ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Victor!’ in that cheerful voice he loves so much. Yuuri just grunts out a ‘this is good, thanks’, to breakfast and devours it quickly, spending the extra five minutes he would have spent getting his cereal ready in the shower waking up. 

Which is fine, because if that’s what makes Yuuri happy today, it makes Victor happy too. But he’s made a mistake, because although Yuuri lived in the States for years, it seems there are some Japanese traditions that are hard to shake. Yuuri celebrating Valentine’s like Victor does is one of those things.

He’s skeptical of the flowers Victor presents him with before they leave in the morning. He frowns the whole time as he fills up a vase with water (it’s actually a large beer mug because apparently Victor’s never saved any of the vases that have come with flowers before), and arranges the flowers in it, setting it in the middle of kitchen island. 

“Maccachin won’t eat them, will he?” Yuuri asks, still frowning. Victor scowls at his poodle, knowing full well if he’s left unattended with them there will probably be nothing but stems left.

“I was going to bring him to the rink today anyway,” Victor says, clipping the leash that’s hating up by the door to his collar.

Yuuri doesn’t smile, either, when Victor presents him a cute little toy cat holding a heart. “Is this one of Yurio’s?” He asks, putting it on the bench without so much as glancing at it. 

Victor pouts for the first half hour of their skate until he has a brilliant idea. He’ll get Yuuri to perform his Eros routine. He has the music on his phone still, and it’s sure to get Yuuri in the mood. 

But as soon as the music starts, Yuuri glares at him. “Victor!” He hisses. “I’m not doing that for you right now. Not with everyone watching.” He skips to the next song, refusing to even give Victor a glimpse of that daringly sexy persona. 

It only gets worse. 

“I have reservations for us tonight,” Victor mentions at lunch. “At this really romantic little bistro. They serve the best linguini this side of Italy.”

Yuuri, although he would probably never turn down a romantic dinner with Victor, frowns a little. “Oh. Really? I was planning on having a Skype call with Minako tonight,” he says. It takes some serious pouting to get Yuuri to go.

Even though he manages to get Yuuri to postpone his call until tomorrow, he still doesn’t seem to understand why they’re at the restaurant. He ignores the subtle decorations around them and proceeds to chatter away to Victor about rink gossip. 

Victor was hoping that instead of a lighthearted conversation, they would be huddled over the table together, hands entwined, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Just like everyone else in the restaurant seems to be doing.

He can’t be too angry, though, because Yuuri’s eyes sparkle in delight when he laughs about the newest girlfriend that’s dumped Georgi (right before Valentine’s too, wow, he has horrible luck). 

The shining moment of the day, however, (and Victor’s kind of sad to admit it) is when Yuuri allows him to take his hand and walk home together with their fingers intertwined. But it’s something they do every night. He was hoping that Valentines would afford them some extra affection. 

Yuuri even turns down a walk through the park on their way home. Too cold. Whatever that means. It’s -5, it’s practically t-shirt weather. 

Victor’s a little put out by the time they get home, so he doesn’t even scold Maccachin who’s chewed on two of the roses in the arrangement already. He gives himself a little pep talk, Yuuri’s been colder than this to him before. He just needs to be patient. Sometimes his fiancé needs some time to warm up. 

He still has three things up his sleeve still, so to speak. First, there’s the chocolate he’s been saving for desert, second, a nice pair of gold cufflinks that he’s sure Yuuri will like, an third, clean sheets on the bed and a whole night free to dirty them. 

He doesn’t even get past the first one. “Supper was great,” Yuuri says, stretching as Victor digs out the small box of chocolates he’s kept hidden in the fridge where neither Yuuri or Maccachin can find them. “But now I’m exhausted. I think I’m going to go to bed early?”

“What?” Victor asks, dropping the box of chocolates on the counter.

“Hmm?” Yuuri yawns. “I’m going to bed. Are you staying up?”

He has to be doing this on purpose, Victor’s sure. There’s no other explanation. Yuuri’s the night owl between the two of them. He rarely goes to bed early. And on a night like tonight? When everyone else in Russia is sharing tender moments with their loved ones? It hurts. 

Victor wants to throw a fit. It’s his first proper Valentine’s day and it’s gone exactly the opposite of how he’s planned. He should have spent half the day kissing Yuuri. Instead he’s been rebutted at every advance. There’s no point in storming out now, though. He’s just going to have to accept that Yuuri doesn’t like romantic gestures. It’s something he’s going to have to learn to live with.

“Wait,” Yuuri says, finally looking at the box of chocolates on the counter. “Chocolate?” He has a puzzled look for a second, confused as to why Victor’s allowed guilty pleasure food in the house, until realization seems to dawn on him. He hastily pulls out his phone, checking the date. “Is it-” he starts.

“Valentine’s, yeah.” Victor pouts.

“Oh my god.” Yuuri says, staring at Victor. “So today you were -”

Victor just grits his teeth so he doesn’t say anything rude. He can’t get angry at Yuuri for not remembering the date, can he? 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” He exclaims, slapping his hands on the countertop. “I had no idea.”

“No idea.” Victor repeats. Really? Was Yuuri that oblivious.

“No, I-” he pauses, like he doesn’t know how to explain himself. “It’s just… Valentine’s day in Japan, well, it’s usually the girls who give chocolate. There isn’t all this-” He gestures with his hands to the apartment, to the flowers sitting between them. “And the men, they don’t- not until…”

Victor licks his lips. He probably should have read up on Japanese traditions.

“I’m sorry,” Yuuri says softly when Victor doesn’t say anything. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

Victor’s eyes slide from the chocolate to Yuuri to the bedroom. He doesn’t need to say anything else. 


Exactly a month later, Victor’s woken up by soft kisses before his alarm goes off. “Viiiiictor,” Yuuri breathes against his cheek. 

“Mmmnn?” Victor moans, blinking awake. He squints at Yuuri in the low light of the room.

“Happy White’s Day,” Yuuri says without pre-amble, holding out a box of chocolates for Victor. “I promise that next year we’ll celebrate Valentine’s how you want. But for now, let’s please use today as a replacement.”

As much as I adore all of the Ami’s being named Jean, I present to you:


Louis Philippe Enjolras


And he hates his name so much he refuses to answer to anything but his last name, and it just spreads to everyone going by their last name because why break the trend, and Grantaire spends literal months trying to find out his first name and it’d be beautiful.

“His Wedding” Part 2

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Bucky and you are exes. He moved on but you couldn’t since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor - a ridiculous one. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will be fine. But it doesn’t always work out, does it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 856

Warnings: maybe a lil angsty?

Author’s Note: repost, with a lil’ editing!

‘His Wedding’ Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2


To assure him that I’m actually considering it, I laugh and repeat, “Let’s do it! I’ll be your wedding planner, Bucky.”

“Oh, my God. You have no idea how much happy you’ve made me!” Bucky gets up from his chair and makes a round from the desk to reach out and pulls me up in a tight hug.

Yes, he’s happy because I said yes to plan his wedding with Lilly. Well, he must have been even happier when she would’ve said yes to marry him. But at least I made him smile by saying yes to this. While being in his arms, I tried not to smell his cologne because that will make me even more addicted than I am. I wiggle out of his grip, my hands falling back to my sides but his remained firm on mine.

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Secret Santa Gift EXCHANGE!

This is my secret santa gift for @pozolegirl 

I was so excited when I got my assignment and it was for someone whose work I already knew and admired! I hope you like your gift!! 


“So you were right.”

“Was I now?”

“Yes. Ladybug agreed that buying expensive jewelry for a girl you are not dating does, in fact, send mixed signals.” Chat sighed as he dropped down through the skylight and sprawled out against the bedding.

“I told you.” Marinette grinned smugly, not even bothering to look up at him from her desk.

“I can’t believe that you two are ganging up on me!” Chat whined, burying his face into her giant cat pillow.

“I can’t believe you talk about me to Ladybug.” Marinette laughed, her attention already back to whatever project she was currently working on.

“well, she doesn’t like it if I talk too much about my civilian life and you are my only other friend as Chat Noir.”

“I know but… never mind.” She shook her head softly, muttering something under her breath.

“So what sort of present do you want me to get you for Christmas?” Chat asked peering over the loft railing. She froze, her eyebrows furrowing. He grinned in anticipation.

“You already got me a present remember? The absurdly expensive piece of jewelry?” She finally looked up at him with an eyebrow raised challengingly.

“Yeah but you hated it.” He smirked.

“I did not hate it! I just thought a 295 Euro necklace was a little much for a just friends present.”

“Yes you made your feelings on that perfectly clear last time. The point is I need to get you a present that you actually appreciate getting.”

“I do appreciate it! I am literally wearing it right now!”

“That’s just cause you feel guilty. I will get you the perfect present. Just watch.”

Marinette groaned, pulling distractedly on her pigtails.

“Chat you are being ridiculous. You don’t need to get me another present.”

“What do you want?” he asked, grinning wider.

“I want you to not get me another present.”

“Try again. What do you want?”

“I’m not telling you,” she huffed.

“Fine. I have other ways of figuring things out. Just you wait Princess, I will get you the perfect Christmas present.” He stood up, giving her a jaunty salute as he pulled himself back up through the skylight.

“Chat!” She called after him.

He waited silently on her terrace, holding back the bubble of laughter in his chest. He could hear her shuffling around in the room, waiting to see if he would poke his head back in or if he had actually gone.

“Stupid cat,” she muttered finally.

Only then did he disappear into the night.

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Okay but y’all. Y’all. Junkrat’s first Christmas.

Junkrat sitting around the Christmas tree watching the gifts under the tree get dolled out, and being surprised when a small pile accumulates at his feet. 

One is from Zenyatta (a small pocket notebook and pencil so that he doesn’t have to rummage for scrap paper when he has an idea), one from Lucio (a six-pack of bath bombs), one from Hana (a modest, but very nice new tool set), one from Mercy (a first aid kit, since he doesn’t like coming to her office and she wants him to at least have something), and a Christmas card from Bastion (a small flower she picked that morning, clumsily taped to a piece of paper). 

And just like. Junkrat getting like, legit choked up b/c he thought these people hated him, but they invited him to spend time with them and some of them even took time out of their day to get him something!!! They thought of him!!! And like, people never just give him things. There’s always some sort of trade or he takes it. And like. Up until now, most everyone’s just been like, “ugh, those gross junkers, when are they leaving???” but everyone is more than a little touched when he thanks them, all the while holding all of his presents in his lap and not looking up from them with this big, goofy smile on his face. 

“I, I dunno what ta say…these’re. They’re real nice. Thank ya.” 

And for the rest of the night, everyone’s just giving him things. “Here Junkrat, you have the last piece of cake”, “Junkrat! Here’s some tungsten scraps I had lyin’ around. Take them, take them!”. He later finds a single, perfectly knitted mitten on his bed, made with yarn that matches the skein stuffed under Roadhog’s bed. 

But he didn’t get anyone anything, and so the next few days he keeps approaching people with these tiny gifts that he made/found. And like, he gets something for everyone, not just the people who got him something. A pendant for mei (a snowflake made out of greasy gears), a heart phone charm for Hana, bent from tiny little scraps of metal, a sheet of frog stickers for Lucio he found from only God knows where. A tiny, crudely made tea spoon for Ana that he shaped himself. 

Just, like. Idk. The overwatch crew slowly starting to see the good in the junkers, and the junkers slowly coming to trust overwatch. 

(((and yes I KNOW he hates omnics, but I love Bastion and Zenyatta so much and they’re some of the most likely people to get a present for someone who isn’t especially likable, so just imagine he doesn’t know who they’re from)))

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Hey sorry I haven’t been active much, it’s cos I’ve been working on this!!
My first OC for an Overwatch hero!!
Oh man this.. project?..  was tough, and I still haven’t really fleshed out the specifics of his abilities.. there will be more refinements to come if I have time..
For now this is all I got for him.. what do u think? :DD

ps
I’ve written some dialogue as well. I don’t want to make this post any longer so I’ll put a Read More break here. Thanks for viewing!

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