and this always has to be brought back

these are actually hella fucking cute y'all
  • 1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?
  • 2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?
  • 3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?
  • 4: how do you take your coffee/tea?
  • 5: are you self-conscious of your smile?
  • 6: do you keep plants?
  • 7: do you name your plants?
  • 8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?
  • 9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?
  • 10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?
  • 11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?
  • 12: what's your favorite planet?
  • 13: what's something that made you smile today?
  • 14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?
  • 15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!
  • 16: what's your favorite pasta dish?
  • 17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?
  • 18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.
  • 19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?
  • 20: what's your favorite eye color?
  • 21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.
  • 22: are you a morning person?
  • 23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?
  • 24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?
  • 25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into?
  • 26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?
  • 27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?
  • 28: sunrise or sunset?
  • 29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?
  • 30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?
  • 31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.
  • 32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.
  • 33: what's your fave pastry?
  • 34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?
  • 35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?
  • 36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?
  • 37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?
  • 38: tell us about your pet peeves!
  • 39: what color do you wear the most?
  • 40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?
  • 41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?
  • 42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!
  • 43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?
  • 44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?
  • 45: do you trust your instincts a lot?
  • 46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.
  • 47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?
  • 48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?
  • 49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?
  • 50: what's an odd thing you collect?
  • 51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?
  • 52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?
  • 53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?
  • 54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?
  • 55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point?
  • 56: what are some things you find endearing in people?
  • 57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?
  • 58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?
  • 59: what's your favorite myth?
  • 60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?
  • 61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received?
  • 62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?
  • 63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?
  • 64: what color is the sky where you are right now?
  • 65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with?
  • 66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?
  • 67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?
  • 68: what's winter like where you live?
  • 69: what are your favorite board games?
  • 70: have you ever used a ouija board?
  • 71: what's your favorite kind of tea?
  • 72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?
  • 73: what are some of your worst habits?
  • 74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.
  • 75: tell us about your pets!
  • 76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?
  • 77: pink or yellow lemonade?
  • 78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?
  • 79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?
  • 80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?
  • 81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.
  • 82: are/were you good in school?
  • 83: what's some of your favorite album art?
  • 84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?
  • 85: do you read comics? what are your faves?
  • 86: do you like concept albums? which ones?
  • 87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?
  • 88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?
  • 89: are you close to your parents?
  • 90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.
  • 91: where do you plan on traveling this year?
  • 92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?
  • 93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most?
  • 94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?
  • 95: what are your plans for this weekend?
  • 96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?
  • 97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?
  • 98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?
  • 99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.
  • 100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

Look I am fully aware that Theon just did a shitty shitty thing there

But those shots were not just for scenic effect

Seeing others cut up, or in the process of being tortured, clearly brought back memories of the deep trauma Ramsay inflicted upon him

Theon may be weak and cowardly, and to an extent he has always been that way

But he is also a deeply deeply traumatised man, and it’s very very clear that to him Euron is not just a terrifying uncle - Euron is another Ramsay, another person to torture torture torture him.

So he flees. Is it cowardly? Yes. Can I blame him? No. I can’t.

The Fate of Pink Diamond

Everyone is posting their theories on who shattered Pink Diamond. I’ve seen it going every direction: Yellow Diamond did it; White Diamond did it; Pearl did it. And while I’m a big believer that Pearl was, at the VERY least, involved in her shattering, I also have an alternate theory.

Consistently, whenever Pink Diamond’s demise has been mentioned–in her presence–Pearl has always shown great distress. At first I assumed it was grief; if you subscribe the the theory that Pearl belonged to Pink Diamond, it might be caused by any residual feelings she might have about her Diamond. Perhaps it has been because the act has ruined Rose’s name or because of how Steven found out.

We don’t know why, but Pearl has always shown great duress whenever Pink Diamond’s shattering is brought up.

The Crystal Gem rebellion was only as successful as it was in great part due to Rose’s healing abilities. So long as they weren’t shattered, she could bring her comrades back from mortal injury with her tears. It’s very likely that, particularly during the early stages of the rebellion, that their chances were dismally low.

Lots of people have pointed out that only a diamond can break a diamond, which has been one of the big reasons why people believe Pink was shattered by another diamond. The only problem is why? We’ve seen that Yellow, though she manages her grief well, is still very torn up by the loss of Pink Diamond.

Though she was hasty in The Trial and most of her actions could easily be perceived as an attempt to cover up her own part in the shattering of Pink Diamond, Yellow has never been a patient gem. She is quick to anger and though she may keep a calm facade, she has always been quick to lash out.

In Message Received, even when Peridot is still obeying respectful protocols, when she tries to convince Yellow to abort the Cluster and preserve the Earth she lays into Peridot. 

This is before Peridot outright disobeys her orders and calls her diamond a clod. She probably would have given Peridot the same treatment she gave the Zircons if she had been physically present. I really don’t believe Yellow had anything to do with what happened to Pink Diamond.

A lot of people have been concerned by White Diamond’s failure to appear at the trial of the gem who was believed to have killed Pink Diamond. It is very suspicious, especially since we know nothing of White Diamond. We only have the very barest of ideas of what she looks like because of the murals on the moon base.

We of course see something of her likeness on Homeworld.

Blue Zircon mentioned during The Trial that Rose Quartz had already been an established threat for a few hundred years. This means that Pink Diamond wasn’t shattered until a few hundred years after the start of the rebellion.

What if the Crystal Gems were losing the war? What if they needed something to turn the tide in their favor? What if they could get their hands on a bargaining chip? In the early stages of the rebellion, there likely weren’t many gems on Rose’s side. It seems possible that, even during the events of The Answer, that Rose and Pearl were the only rebel gems. After all, if they wanted to wage an assault against Blue Diamond and her court, wouldn’t they want to bring more than two gems?

What if they knew they didn’t stand a chance? So they wanted to level the playing field. If only a diamond can shatter a diamond, it’s unlikely that Rose or Pearl would have been able to deal the killing blow. However, that doesn’t mean they can’t destroy a diamond’s physical form.

What if Pearl and/or Rose managed to destroy Pink Diamond’s physical form and took her gem? What if they brought her gem to the diamonds and turned the war into a hostage negotiation? Pink Diamond could be safely returned but only if Homeworld abandoned the Earth. This doesn’t seem like too desperate a tactic, especially if there are only two gems standing against the might of their planet.

What if they tried to bargain with White Diamond? A diamond’s life for a single planet seems like a fair trade. But what if White Diamond wasn’t willing to negotiate. What if White Diamond forsake Pink Diamond, shattering her when her gem was put up for ransom?

After all, we’ve seen a mural depicting a gem of a very great visual similarity to White once before. A mural illustrating Rose Quartz standing before White Diamond, holding something very pink and diamond-shaped between them. All while White Diamond lashes out.

Maybe the reason Pearl gets upset at the mention of Pink Diamond is because they never meant to shatter her; but it was because of their actions that she was shattered at all.

And I Drove You Crazy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One Shot ❤

A/N: Hey y'all! This is most likely the most sinful thing I’ve ever written. I had to take some breaks while writing 😂 but this is dedicated to the lovely, super awesome @diving-down-to-wonderland for her birthday! (HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY HUN!) I hope you like it! ❤❤❤
- Delilah ❤

And I Drove You Crazy: Reader’s bike needs to be repaired asap, leading her to come across an insanely gorgeous mechanic whom she may or may not want to bang the second she lays eyes on him.

Warnings: SMUT! Semi-Public sex. Unprotected sex.

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High School In Review (so far)+ Some Tips!!!

Hello everyone! I’m Niva and I am a student of the High School class of 2019.

Now I’ve been in high school for 2 years now, so I think that can give some pretty solid advice to ya little upcoming freshman and any person who is still struggling in high school. So buckle up ya seat belts and put on some shades, cause we’re about to take a LONG ride

I know there are tons of freshman advice videos and posts out here on tumblr dot com, so I’m gonna try and make mine unique

*Note: My HS experience is unique; your may not need any of these tips, so who knows. Also, this post contains profanity. I don’t know if y’all care, it just seems that the studyblr community are all these sweet angels who attend church every Sunday and read the Bible in their spare time.

~=+=~FRESHMAN AND SOPHOMORE YEAR~=+=~

my freshman overview: Look, this year was hardest compared to my sophomore year. One class literally ruined my life, my dudes. {humble brag} Throughout my entire life from PreK to 8th Grade, I had gotten straight A’s on all my report cards. My freshman year, I decided to take AP World History and BOY did it crush me. I made a C in the class first semester and a B in the second semester. Now, it was not the teacher at fault. In fact, I LOVED the teacher. I just was not interested in that class at all and the work matched with me being in Marching Band nearly sent me to my death bed. I’m not trying to scare you, I’m just being 100% legit. This is also a PSA to all freshman offered to take APWH: This is one of the harder AP courses, and I wish one of my teachers had told me this before I decided to take the class (they probably did and I ignored them). This also was my first year in marching band and I’m telling you right now, if you’re wondering whether or not you should do marching band, do it. Even if you just do it for one year, it’s fuckin worth it mate. 

my sophomore overview: This year was SIGNIFICANTLY easier. During my freshman year, the way the schedule was set up was an A/B schedule; your schedule would alternate. On A days, you’d have these 4 classes and on B day, another 4. My sophomore year, they changed that and it was a bit easier for me. Not that I didn’t like the A/B schedule (I loved it), it was just a lot easier to manage classes. I only had one AP class this year, because I couldn’t take AP Lang because of schedule conflicts. ANTYWAYS, AP Gov is one of the easiest classes I took. My teacher was extremely chill and put a curve on every test and quiz, so that’s mainly why I didn’t fail. Marching band was much easier to handle since I already had experience. This was also the year I quit TSA (technology student association) and VEX Robotics, due to scheduling conflicts with band. And, to be quite honest, neither of the clubs were fun lmao. Literature class was annoying, because I got stuck in a class that DIDNT WANNA DO ANYTHING. They didn’t wanna read along, read at all, do projects, breathe, etc. (if you need tips on how to handle a trash class, just ask and I might make a post on that lol). Chemistry was purgatory, not hell, just purgatory. It was hard but not too hard that I didn’t pass. Math has never been hard for me so nothing really changed with that class. This year I brought back my streak of All A’s, so this school year was the best of the two in my eyes.

~=+=~The TIPS~=+=~

1. Normally, freshman don’t take AP classes, but if you are, be prepared. Depending on the class subject, you’re gonna have to do a hell of a lot more than just read the chapters once and do one page of notes. Try to always be ahead of the class and start some sort of study group. 

2. You’re best friend does not need to be your project partner all of the time. Seriously. If you have friends like mine, you will sit on your phone looking at memes on twitter for a long ass time before you ever start your project. Try doing a solo project every once in a while.

3. Don’t randomly join clubs. I was offered to join BETA Club and I didn’t wanna do it, so I didn’t. Don’t do clubs cause it looks nice cause 90% of the time, that one club won’t affect anything.

4. Save money. If you’re in marching band, dear god, save your money. School might as well be charging you to breathe. Everything cost SO MUCH MONEY. If you need to, set up a secret money jar so your parents don’t hijack your money.

5. Make new friends. Unlike most people apparently, I didn’t lose any friends. I do talk to certain people less because of class schedules, but we’re still friends. There is a small ass chance you’re gonna get caught in a class full of upperclassmen and no friends, and I had that situation. It’s not fun. Eventually, you’ll make a friend in that class, so don’t panic. But, anyways, new school, why not make new friends?

6. Don’t? Switch? Lunch? Tables? Okay, I don’t mean that someone’s gonna like sucker punch you out of your seat like in the movies. I mean like if we’re 5 months into the school year, don’t just randomly change your table, because …just don’t do it.

7. Don’t be that person who purposely gets on the teacher’s nerves to make class harder.

8. If you hate one of your teachers, suck it up buttercup. You have a choice of passing or failing, don’t let a teacher ruin an A in class for you.

9. Try and be on the other side of drama. It’s much more fun to watch drama go down, that to actually be involved in it.

10. Be early (if you can). I ride the bus, so I have no choice. But, there is legit no reasons for you to be walking into the class 10 minutes late, because you thought you could sleep an extra 5 mins.

11. I know your literature class is getting boring. This is probably your 7th consecutive year of learning the difference between a simile and a metaphor. I don’t know why they continue to reteach that stuff, but they do. All I can say is utilize what their teaching in some way, so that you don’t feel like the class is completely useless.

12. We all have that one class that you just do nothing in. Take advantage of that and get work done. I don’t have a “study hall” class so, any time you have to do work, use it.

13. Go to at least some of the school events. You can get relatively free food. 

14. Look, I could not care less if you skip school. But, don’t do it often and if you can, don’t do it ever. 

15. If you’re gonna eat in class, don’t eat something obvious like Lays Chips or a whole orange

16. Make friends with your teacher. Don’t be like creepy, but like, don’t have a bad relationship with your teacher.

17. Sophomore year, start thinking about college. You may think it’s too early, but it’s not. At least have an idea of what you want to major in.

18. If you can, get your permit as soon as you turn 15. Please don’t be like me. I still cannot drive and getting from Point A to Point B is harder than the VESPR Theory.

19. Disrespectful classmates are just an opportunity for you to get special privileges in class. If you’re class is disruptive and you’re just a sweet little angel, the teacher will most likely be more lenient with you. My teacher literally gave me a 100 on a project I turned in a day late (supposed to be 5 points off) because literally me and this other girl were the only ones who turned the project in.

20. Do your homework the day you get it. I don’t give a damn if it’s due in two days or two months, do it right then and right there.

21. In your language class, please try. Nobody likes the kid who doesn’t participate. If the teacher asks,  ¿Como estas?, you better fuckin say ¿Bien, y tu? back.

22. If you’re in a situation like mine, you’re gonna have a class you didn’t sign up for, yet somehow you got it. Just deal with it. If you can’t change your schedule, that’s all you can do. Just do the assignments and hope you pass.

23. Okay, most schools don’t have a “popular” group. But all schools definitely have the Prep group. You know, those kids. If you’re not one of them, just ignore them. If you are one of them, stop being so goddang stuck up and realise that you have an annoying voice. If you are not sure if you are a prep, you most likely are not.

24. My school doesn’t use lockers purely based on the fact that it would take too long for kids to get to them and back to class since my school is so big. So, if you also do not have lockers, make sure your bookbag can handle one full school year. I cannot stress this enough. You don’t wanna walk around school with a 15lb bookbag and only one functional strap.

25. Eat the school food. It’s honestly not as bad as the internet makes it. Like…eat ya pizza and enjoy it.

26. If your single and you want a relationship, please do not get a crush on random people like me. Someone would let me borrow a pencil and I would fantasize about a wedding for the next 2 days. I know it’s hard being lonely, but being in a relationship won’t get you a college scholarship.

27. Don’t drink a lot during school. There’s gonna be a teacher with a restriction on the bathroom because for some reason, they think bladders have a specific schedule to follow.

28. Don’t be that freshman that dates every senior in sight. If you have a relationship with a senior and it lasts, great. I’ve seen it happen, but 90% of the time it does not. 

29. Likewise, if you have a friend that’s running you up the wall with their problems, specifically relationship problems. Find a way to distance yourself from them, or even better, get them help from someone else.

30. If you have Type 4 hair (or type 3, it depends), you gotta do your hair at least 3 days in advance, especially if your hair is short. I don’t know a single person with kinky hair who can wake up and just simply throw their hair up.

31. Look, man. Just look here. Look at me in my eyes and listen. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, IF YOU ARE GONNA HAVE SEX USE A CONDOM! USE A CONDOM OR DONT HAVE SEX AT ALL. I’m not speaking from personal experience, but I many of girls have gotten pregnant at my school

32. If you’re gonna do drugs, don’t. Don’t be stupid. Especially if you’re in a school club or sport. You are subject to random drug tests at all times. 

33. Try not to let people affect the way you dress. Wear what you want.

34. Something about you is gonna change. Your personality, your look, your aesthetic. Whatever changes, don’t be stuck up. Nobody likes stuck up people; not even stuck up people like stuck up people.

35. You know those posts that are like “Grades don’t determine intelligence?” Yeah, well they don’t determine your intelligence, but they can determine where you get into college (if you wanna go) and how you’re seen and perceived by teachers. At least, try to pass.

36. If you can, take the ACT or SAT or whatever standardized test you have for your schools. I had an opportunity to take the SAT in 4th, 7th, and 8th grade for $35…and I didn’t take it once. I heavily regret it. Mainly I didn’t take it, because, at the time, it was hard for my mother to pay for it when we had much bigger problems, but like, if you have the opportunity and the funds to take those tests, take them.

37. Don’t rely on quality points. In my school (they’ve gotten rid of this now though), if you’re in an AP class you got 10 extra points and if you were in an Honors/PreAP class, you got 5 points. Colleges look at your grades without the points. The only purpose for these quality points is so that kids in CP classes don’t get valedictorian or some shit idk

38. If you’re in America, you’re gonna have somebody walking around school in a Trump shirt. By all means, beat their ass, but know the consequences. Also, if you’re gonna talk about politics with somebody, please know at least the bare minimum. At least know what the Hillary email scandal is before you try and defend her. Same goes for my friends across the pond. You see someone supporting Theresa May, beat their ass, know the consequences, and learn politics.

39. Actually? Check? Your? Grades? I know so many people who just don’t know what they’re grades are. Know you’re grades so you always know where you stand.

40. I wanna say class rank does not matter, but if you’re anything like me, you’re gonna obsess over it for a while. I know you wanna be in the Top 5, but if you’re no where near it, you’re gonna have to work EXTREMELY HARDER THAN NORMAL. Try not to make a huge deal out of it, unless you’re aiming for Valedictorian.

41. Moisturize ya self. Don’t nobody like ashy knees and elbows. Invest in some lotion.

42. Listen. We all hate dress code. But just follow it. You can’t do anything about it. Just wait til the weekend to wear your spaghetti strap shirt and ripped jeans. And if you wear leggings and you have a wide hip and butt area, you are definitely going to be called out. If you’re not sure if you’re breaking dress code with what your wearing, bring an extra shirt and jeans just in case.

43. Go the fuck to sleep. Don’t be up at ass o’clock in the morning doing who-knows-what on the internet. I know from experience. You may think you can survive 8 hours of school with 2 hours of sleep, but as the day goes on, you’re not gonna want do anything at all, but sleep. But hey, if 2 hours of sleep works for, go ahead. It’s not healthy but I can’t regulate your life.

44. If you walk in the wrong class, everyone will forget about it after the a good 2 days. Literally nobody cared that much. Just walk out and forget about it.

45. If you have a phone, get your friends numbers/contacts/emails. You’re gonna need them for homework sooner or later.

46. To all those uber religious people out there, drop the clean act. If you hear somebody say “fuck”, get over it. I don’t know how else to say it. Teachers cannot stop somebody from cursing completely. People are gonna have sex, people are gonna cuss, people are gonna be inappropriate, and all you can do is focus on yourself.

47. Wear deodorant. You will be surprised at the amount of people who don’t. 

48. Studyblr is fun. Studyblr is nice. That being said, studyblr is not the end of the world. If you don’t have a bullet journal, just use the calendar in your phone or have an online bujo. Don’t let studyblr take up 90% of your study time, because scrolling through the studyblr tag is not studying.

49. Don’t be that kid that walks around with fucking surround sound speakers on their back. Wtf, like invest in some headphones my guy.

50. Never buy a 1 inch binder. Always 2 inch and above, unless you know for sure you only need a 1 inch.

51. You are gonna have a set of people you absolutely hate that for some reason, you cannot get away from them. The best you can do is ignore them.

52. If you’re required to take a Fitness class and you are a festively plump child or an unhealthy/unfit person such as myself, you are going to be embarrassed at some point. Look. I cannot give you advice that’s gonna raise your self-esteem, but I can tell you that if you don’t pay attention to anyone else, it’s much easier to get through that class. The fitness gram pacer test doesn’t last forever. Likewise, don’t treat fitness class like the fucking Olympics. The coach asked for 10 pushups not 100.

53. Extra Credit is your friend. Even if you have a 100 in a class, extra credit doesn’t hurt.

54. Do not walk slow in the hallway, please. I like getting to class on time. If you plan on having a conversation in the hallway, only do it if you walk and talk at a reasonable speed.

55. If you ride the bus, get up at least 45 minutes before the bus gets there. I don’t have a big morning routine, so half of the time in the morning, I just scroll through twitter. Wake up early enough to get everything done.

56. C’s get degrees, my friend, but C’s don’t get scholarships.

57. If you wear AXE Body Spray or any perfume/cologne, I want you to know that your smell occupies the entirety of the hallway you’re on. Please, use only a small amount of fragrance, because not only do they most likely stink, some kids have asthma and some kids are allergic to fragrances. Just refrain from wearing strange smelling spays.

58. If you’re a theatre kid or sport kid, don’t be completely set on becoming a professional singer/actor/athlete. Have a Plan B. The last thing counselors wanna hear when they ask you what you want to be when you grow up, is a NBA Player.

59. To all my shy people out there, that speech you have to give doesn’t last forever. In fact, it may only last 3 minutes. In my literature class, we were required to recite lines from Romeo and Juliet, for some odd reason, and I made such a big deal out of something that barely affected my grades.

60. For this last and FINAL tip of this post, don’t give up. I didn’t wanna be generic, but here the fuck! I! am!!! When I took AP World History, part of the reason I ‘failed’ was because I just stopped trying. I would make low C’s on the test and just think, “Well I didn’t pass, might as well just give up.” Well, no shit you didn’t read the chapter. If you’re trying all you’ve got and you’re just not making it, talk to the teacher. That’s one thing I regret from my freshman year. I just gave up. I didn’t try and get help because I felt that getting help meant that I was stupid. It doesn’t. It just means you’re smarter for trying to get a good grade.

WELL THAT’S ALL FOLKS! Sorry if my cursing doesn’t fit your aesthetic, too bad. I can probably think of 40 more tips to make this 100, but I didn’t want this post to be extremely long (lol good job on that). Anyways, if you ever want any help, feel free to message me, but I’m not that good at text conversations or conversations in general so I’m your last resort.

TO THE UPCOMING FRESHMAN: Have a great first year of high school! You’re about to enter a new life where the teachers are more serious and, yes, coloring still somehow counts as a grade.

TO THE UPCOMING SOPHOMORES: I know. You’ve only been here one year and your tired. Have hope. You’re one year closer to that diploma.

they call her maid maleen

for the first few trembling years of her life, she is a princess. she is the daughter to the king, born of his beloved wife and of her visage. her dark eyes have the appearance of a smoky quarts and her mother carefully twists her mass of black hair into a hundred small braids down her back. she is a beautiful, quiet child, and for a while all is well. they call her princess maleen.

then her mother dies. it seems as if the king is determined to bury his love for his daughter along with his queen. he moves her to a different wing of the castle, and refuses to see her. her tutors are let go, and the nobles’ children are no longer allowed to play with her. only the maids look after her now.

the king remarries. the new queen gives birth to a son, and maleen is forgotten completely, banished from a home she still resides in and a life she can now only watch unfold.

the maids take care of her, braid her hair and kiss the blisters on her fingers, teach her to scrub at porcelain and polish silver, to clean a fireplace and mop polished marble floors.

they call her maid maleen.

~

the king has a son by his new wife, and then a daughter. they are pale and fair-haired like their mother, with only their dark eyes to show they are the king’s children. but they inherit none of their parents’ beauty, have faces that don’t look quite right and bodies that get stuck between gangly and chubby and never settle into one or the other. princess gisella and prince jan are privately regarded as unfortunate products of a lovely union.

maid maleen spends long hours working, and has neither the time nor funds for creams to soften her skin or oils to care for her hair, has never used face powder or lip color.

maid maleen is twenty three years old, and the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.

her braids are wrapped carefully atop her head, but when she lets them loose they hang past her hips. her dark skin is made even darker thanks to long hours working in the palace garden, and her eyes have never lost that same curious light. she walks straight and strong, years of hard labor giving her muscles and definition to her body that she never would have had as a princess. boys and girls give her long, considering looks and flirtatious smiles, and nobles have to double-take when she passes them by.

no one speaks of it anymore. but maid maleen looks ever more like her beautiful late mother, has the same eyes as her father, and dressing in ill-fitting cast offs and running her ragged can’t hide the truth.

maid maleen is the king’s daughter.

she has accepted her life as a maid in the palace she was one day set to inherit, and tries to see it as a gift. she sleeps with who she likes, may marry whichever of the charming boys from the city who’s smile she likes best. in the maids who raised her she has more mothers than she has fingers, and perhaps she longs for the days when she was a small princess, when she was the apple of her parents’ eye, when the whole of their nation was to be hers to inherit.

but then the blacksmith’s daughter lets her hands linger a little too long on her wrists, and maleen knows that she won’t be sleeping alone tonight. there are some things that worth more to her than a throne she was born to. she doesn’t miss the little girl she used to be.

until.

tensions have always run high between their kingdom and the neighboring one – too many squabbles over borders, over trade agreements, over patrols, over anything and everything the kings can find a reason to be upset about, it seems like. so when prince wolfgang is sent over, the whole palace is abuzz. the prince seems determined to inherit a peaceful land, and is coming over to talk with the king to do it.

maleen does not care for princes. nor for nobles of any rank, in fact. she remembers how they turned on her, she sees the small acts of pettiness and cruelty they thoughtlessly inflict on their servants, and she wants nothing to do with it. commoners may not be as educated as nobles, may not have as many objects to call their own, but maleen finds she prefers their company to that of lords. she’s uninterested in this prince, which is perhaps why she’s the one that gets sent to his rooms. her moms can trust that she at least won’t fawn over him.

“sir wolfgang,” she murmurs, pushing open his door and giving a low curtsy, keeping her eyes trained on his mud covered boots. “is there anything you require?”

silence. she can only stay bent in a curtsey so long before she loses patience. she’s almost given up on him, is about to cut her losses and call it a night when he says, hesitant, “queen sabine?”

her mother’s name is punch to her gut, and her head snaps up at the sound of it, the rolling fire of her temper bubbling just below her skin. “i am maid maleen,” she snaps, then tacks on “your highness,” after a moment’s consideration.

his cloak is half unbuttoned as he stares at her with a slack mouth. she supposes he would not look unhandsome if he were not currently doing his best to imitate a frog. he appears to be only a handful of years older than she is, and if she were not furious she would be impressed that he remembers her mother well enough to see sabine in her.

“maleen,” he repeats, and for a moment she wonders if he will recognize her as well, but he only says, “my apologies. if you would help me with my cloak, i would be much obliged.”

she’s instantly suspicious. she’s met nice nobles before, ones that were considerate and remembered her name and thanked her when she brought them wine. but she’s never met a nice prince before – they’re always of the worst sort. “yes, your highness,” she says, and the cloak is soaked through and clinging, it’s no wonder he’s struggling with it. once she’s gotten it off she hangs it to dry, then goes back to him. she slaps away his numb, struggling fingers and undoes the rest of the buckles and loops of his overly complicated clothing. she’s gotten down him down to an undershirt and pants when his hands grab hers. she blinks and looks up. he has freckles dusting across his nose.

“this is inappropriate,” he says, but honestly she’s stripped a lot of nobles, it wasn’t weird until he took her hands and looked at her like no one’s ever looked at her before.

“yes, your highness,” she agrees, and takes a step back. she places his clothes in front of a fire, curtsies, and leaves. she can feel the weight of his gaze on her all the way back to her room.

wolfgang continues his diplomatic agenda, having long meetings with the royal family. after, maleen goes and tends to him, setting out his food and taking care of his clothes, straightening up any mess that he’s made. at first he’s quiet, and he just watches her, but he quickly discovers that maleen has opinions and thoughts and isn’t afraid to share them. soon they’re debating the finer points of trade routes and arguing the effectiveness of a sliding tax scale, and maleen comes to cherish the evenings she spends with the prince, likes the way he speaks to her and looks at her, likes the shape of his smile.

weeks in she enters his room, dinner steaming in her hands and eager to continue their conversation about state funded orphanages versus a state funded foster system. he’s pacing and tense, shoulder stiff. “wolfgang,” she sets down the food and wipes her hands on her apron, “is something wrong?”

“is it true?” he asks, and he’s not looking at her. he’s always looked at her before.

“is what true?” she flinches away from his coldness, is already preparing to retreat and hide and beg someone else to watch over him.

he turns to her, and she’s baffled by the mixture of hope and anger on his face. “are you the king’s daughter? are you princess maleen?”

she takes a step back, “i am maid maleen.”

“please,” he follows her as she steps away from him, and her back hits the wall. he stops when he’s almost close enough to touch. “my father sent me here with the goal to seal our new treaty with a marriage. he expects me to marry princess gisella. but if you are the daughter of the king – then he will allow me to marry you instead!”

“who says i want to marry you?” she retorts, but he gets on bended knee and she freezes.

he holds a hand for her own, and against every bit of logic, she gives it to him. “maleen, i’ve never felt this way about anyone. i was willing enough to enter a loveless marriage before i knew what true love is, but now i do, and i can’t go back. marry me.”

she wants to. she thinks she loves him. she hadn’t been planning to fall in love with anyone. “i am the king’s daughter,” she tells him, “but i am no princess. i haven’t been a princess in a long time.”

he brings her hand to his mouth so he can kiss each one of her knuckles, “then we’ll have to change that.”

~

wolfgang goes to the king to make his case, to return maleen to her birthright and allow her to marry him.

it goes even worse than maleen had feared.

her father is furious. he’s so angry at the audacity of this request that prince wolfgang is thrown from the kingdom. so incensed is he, that guards drag maleen from her bed in the middle of the night and throw her into a tower. the door closes shut behind them, and she bangs on it and screams but no one comes for her.

there are no windows, and only one door with a sliding metal grate in the bottom. she’s high in the tower, she thinks, from the number of steps she’d been forced to climb, but she stands on a dirt floor. the room contains only the bare minimum needed for survival, and nothing more.

once a week food is slid through the slot in the door. she has to be careful, because if she eats it too fast they will not provide more, she will just starve. days turn to weeks turn to months, and she despairs of ever being let out of this tower. months turn to years, and she gives up hope entirely of leaving this tower. she considers refusing to eat, killing herself slowly through starvation, because death is preferable to life locked in this tower.

one night there’s a scuffle, and shouting, and for the first time since she was shoved inside the door opens. there’s a guard standing there, and princess gisella tentatively steps inside. “maid ma – i mean, maleen?”

maleen stares. this is the first time she’s seen another person in years, and suddenly for all the screaming she’d done she can’t find her voice. gisella takes another cautious step forward, “maleen, please – we don’t have much time.” she holds out her hand, “come with me.”

gisella is sixteen now. although she’ll never be a great beauty, she’s grown into many of the features that she was once mocked for. “where?” she asks, but takes gisella’s hand and lets her lead them down the twisting staircase. anyplace is better than the tower.

“i’m to be married in a week’s time to prince wolfgang.” maleen feels a sharp pain go through her chest. had wolfgang forgotten her? their farce of a romance was such a quick, shallow thing. she was a fool to fall for it in the first place. “i’m not going to show up. you are.”

she stares, “what?”

“wolfgang started a war over father locking you in the tower,” she explains, “but eventually it got to a point where neither could justify it, so our father and wolfgang’s decided our union would mean peace between our countries, as intended. but i don’t want to marry prince wolfgang, and he does not want to marry me.”

“i don’t understand,” she hadn’t paid much attention to the girl when they were in the palace together, and she’s regretting that now.

they finally reach the end of the tower. it’s the first time she’s breathed fresh air in years. she tries not to get distracted by it, and instead focuses on the carriage to her left, and the pure black mare laden like a pack mule on her right. “i’m leaving,” gisella says, “i don’t want to be wolfgang’s bride because i want to be klaus’s,” the guard smiles, and he must be klaus, the princess is rejecting a prince to run away with a commoner. “there’s a map and everything you need in the saddlebags. the wedding dress is waiting for you at the castle. no one will know you’re not me until wolfgang unveils you, and by then it will be too late. he will marry you, and i will be gone.”

“why are you doing this?” she asks.

gisella shrugs, “you’re my sister, and father is an idiot. i want you to be happy, and i want wolfgang to be happy, and i want to be happy too. this way we all get what we want. our brother will be waiting for you in wolfgang’s castle. he’ll help you.”

maleen is speechless. gisella grabs her in a quick hug – the only one they’ve ever shared – and then goes to the carriage with klaus trailing behind her. “i’ll see you again, princess maleen!”

she doesn’t have time for tears. she gets on the mare, and rides for the palace of the neighboring land.

~

she makes it just in time. she sneaks into the castle the night before the wedding, ducking around servants until she find her way to jan’s door. she knocks, tentative, wondering if this was a mistake and all one elaborate trap. but the door opens and his face slackens in relief, “finally!” he pulls her inside, and sits her down. there’s lukewarm water waiting for her so she can clean herself, and jan stands with his back to her the whole time, outlining the wedding and how it will go so she knows what to expect the next day. “father isn’t here,” he assures her, “he didn’t want to leave the kingdom, so i’m here in his stead.”

“won’t you miss your sister?” maleen finishes washing and wraps herself in a soft blanket.

“when i am king, gisella will return,” he says confidently, “she will come home and bring klaus, and you will rule here with wolfgang, and all will be well. our countries shall be great allies when it is me and wolfgang on the throne.”

he’s only a year older than gisella, just seventeen, and maleen feels oddly old next to them, feels old next to these children who know what they want and take it and don’t let anything stand in their way.

“we need to get your hair rebraided,” he says, “you should look perfect tomorrow. it’s your wedding day.”

she stares, aghast. “that will take all night!”

“i’ve brought help,” he says, and sends a servant down the hall. the servant returns with a half dozen of the maids who raised her, and who crowd forward and hug her and kiss her cheeks and say how much they’ve missed her. princess or not, bride or not, to them she will always be their little maid maleen.

~

it’s clear gisella picked her wedding dress with maleen in mind. it fits her for one thing, and is clinging and heavy, and it must have looked awful on gisella, but on her it’s perfect. her dress is accompanied by white silk gloves and a thick veil so that no one can see her, so that no one will know she’s not the daughter of the king they’re expecting to be there.

wolfgang is at the end of the aisle, looking like he’s going to an execution, and it takes more self control than maleen was anticipating not to go running to him. she turns to him, and he lifts her veil. he sees her and freezes, mouth sliding open. she winks at him, because they just need to keep it together until they’re married, he just has to keep his cool for a few minutes and they’ll have won it all. wolfgang closes his mouth and says nothing about how this is clearly not the bride he was supposed to marry. they turn so none of the guests can see them, and the priest gives maleen a confused look, but with a glare from wolfgang he continues on with the ceremony as if nothing is out of place.

“you may now kiss the bride,” the priest says, after what seems like an eternity.

wolfgang grabs her about the waist, dips her, and kisses her soundly on the mouth. her veil falls off and she can hear the horrified and shocked gasps of the guests, and under that jan’s laughter. when they break apart, foreheads still pressed together, she whispers, “hello, prince wolfgang.”

he kisses her again, quick and sweet, and does nothing at all to disguise the joy in his face. “hello, princess maleen.”

and they all lived happily ever after.


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minyoongihoseok  asked:

Hey I love you and I can't think of what to ask for your thoughts on akskdkf um talk about yoonseok because I love them please

you do indeed love them a lot (nd so do i) so let’s go

i don’t wanna label them best friends but the fact is that they’re really really close and mean the world to each other. call it whatever you want - the fact is that they make each other really fucking happy

(tho yoongi did call hoseok his ‘soul-partner’ back in february)

i guess yoongi’s had a soft spot for hoseok ever since they met.. hobi slept in the living room the first night at the dorms and yoongi told him he should go sleep in the room (proper bed and all) even tho they barely knew each other?

then there’s also the classic story of yoongi going back to the dorms to spend christmas with hobi who was there alone. even brought him chicken,, and hoseok said he would’ve fallen for yoongi right there and then if he were a girl so

yoongi’s always taken care of hoseok - drove him to the hospital when he got sick and needed treatment, always worries about him and makes sure he’s doing well, just…. always there for him

he’s always praising hoseok.. always. not to mention reassuring him when he’s nervous?? sometimes yoongi looks more scared for hoseok than hoseok is afraid of the thing he has to do tbh

also yoongi always calling hoseok his battery, his sunshine, the source of his energy (bts 4th army interview??? oh bOI) + this fanart is cute nd rly accurate. i’m pretty sure hoseok’s helped yoongi a lot through the years

yoongi to hoseok: “a good hearted friend who was by my side to give me energy even when I was having a hard time. during our trainee days, when you collapsed, I went to the infirmary with you. you hate when I talk about it but.. I did (laughs)”

they are simply good for each other y’know?

they make each other laugh all the fucking time. i find it especially beautiful how yoongi will always do some extra shit in order to get hoseok to laugh + he can never fight a smile when hoseok is laughing? it’s a very contagious thing

hoseok telling yoongi he looks good &  yoongi calling hoseok cutefond looks all over the place?? 

yoongi confessing on daily basis, absolutely no awkwardness when it comes to physical contact

hoseok’s tweets for yoongi’s birthday this year were also something else.. he posted a picture for every year they’ve known each other and we all cried

+ yoongi wore hoseok’s birthday present to the airport and referred to it as ‘black plastic bag’

remember that one time yoongi said he’s full just from watching hobi eat and proceeded to give him all the food they got??

but it’s also amazing how hoseok still succeeds at making yoongi flustered.. by either being a nerd and looking too seductive for yoongi to handle or simply by holding his hand?? turning him into a stuttering mess??

then there’s also hoseok’s hesitant hand as kat calls it… what’s up with that

but basically!! they seem really really comfortable with each other and like they trust each other with almost everything + like i said they make each other really happy. the love between them is just,, insane

Writing is Hard, pt 9: Sexting

Summary: You send Dean some dirty pictures.

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Warning: Smut, taking pictures during sex

Word Count: 2600ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


You hold up the phone, then almost instantly put it down.

This is stupid.

No. This isn’t stupid. This will be hot. Just do it.

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When you think of abandoned/stray animals, animals being released on the end of dirt roads to fend for themselves, what do you imagine? $5 says you’re picturing a dog or cat. And that’s very likely the answer! However, there is a significant problem with people releasing small pets, exotics, livestock, and fish as well. 

Pictured here is Samuel, a beardie we had surrendered a number of years ago. What made Samuel’s case unique is that he was found trucking down the middle of a rural road. The person who caught him thought he was a native lizard and brought him in to my workplace asking for advice on how to keep him as a pet because they’d never seen such a cool lizard before. Once reptile care was explained to them, they didn’t want him, but at least learned he shouldn’t be set back loose, so we took him in (and he has since been adopted). 

I have similarly taken in released or escaped (thought we ALWAYS check lost/found when we take in a stray anything, and none of these had anyone looking) iguanas, non-native turtles and tortoises, rabbits, pigs, parakeets, chickens, and more. Heck, if I had the means, I’d have come home with an abandoned horse tied to a post on a rural road. 

Releasing dogs and cats is bad enough. They’re domesticated species and often succumb to disease, predation, injury, starvation, etc., though in some cases do establish feral populations that are injurious to wildlife. Releasing exotics tends to have one of two outcomes: a swift death or, given appropriate climate conditions and multiple individuals, the establishment of invasive populations that threaten native wildlife. Florida is obviously the textbook example, but populations of non-native animals released intentionally or accidentally by individuals or industries are present in virtually every state and indeed most countries. 

So what do you do if you can’t keep your fish, or rabbit, or iguana? Well, for one, never release it into the wild. Many people romanticize “the wild” as a wonderful taste of freedom after a life of captivity even if they acknowledge that the animal will likely not survive. In reality, “the wild” tends to be a terrifying experience for captive bred or domesticated animals, and their end often comes after tremendous suffering. Even if your animal is well suited for the environment it’s being released into, doing so is almost definitely illegal and potentially harmful to native wildlife. 

Instead, try to seek either a) a qualified new home or b) a rescue organization. There are rescues for virtually every animal under the sun, and for every person who doesn’t want x species, there’s someone else desperate to own one. You should always vet both new homes and rescues to make sure you are surrendering the animal responsibly; a basic verbal interview or questionnaire should make clear if the home or rescue is qualified. And honestly, if you can’t find anything and need to surrender your pet to animal control? They still have a better shot, and if they do wind up being euthanized, it is certainly a favorable death to starvation, disease, predators, exposure, etc.

Remember: whenever you obtain an animal, you are entering an unspoken contract to be responsible for that animal’s wellbeing, from start to finish, be that finish with you or someone else. You break that contract when you leave an animal’s fate to chance by releasing it. 

decisions

summary; shawn is forced to choose between you and his girlfriend
a/n; seven pages of angst and drama all in one – my fav ;))

PART TWO || PART THREE

MASTERLIST || REQUEST


“Where’s Shawn?” Matt and your friends asked you for what must’ve been the tenth time tonight. 

You finished setting the last blanket over the couch as you claimed your favorite pillows for the night ahead of you. 

“Not sure,” You answered. “I’ve tried texting him for the past 15 minutes. The boy never checks his texts,” You laugh it off as you head to the kitchen to bring the two bowls of popcorn into the living room.

Shawn, Geoff, Ian, and Matt had been in town from Shawn’s tour for the last few days, and the five of you finally found a time to hang out again. You had all missed each other and since the tour had just wrapped up, everyone found tonight as the perfect opportunity to catch up. You had met the four boys through Shawn and although you had only known them for a few years, they felt like your brothers. They looked out for you and talked to you almost every day.

Shawn on the other hand, had been your best friend since middle school. The two of you met in English class in seventh grade and quickly bonded over each other’s love for Harry Potter and music. Although neither of you were the most popular in school, you and Shawn always had each other’s back through the years. He had brought smiles on your face during your worst moments, stayed up late with you during nights you couldn’t sleep, and given you advice that has stuck with you throughout the years. In turn, you supported Shawn’s music when the other kids at school didn’t, listened to his first song that he wrote, and cheered with him when he found out that he had just gotten his first major award show nomination. Now here you guys were, one year out of high school, and still partners in crime. You couldn’t of asked for anyone better to fill in the position as your best friend.

Everyone had gathered at Ian and Geoff’s place for a traditional movie night, but your best friend had been a no-show for the past half hour. Everyone including yourself was beginning to become impatient as everyone began making a dent into the stash of snacks before the first movie even played. You didn’t want to begin the night without him, but he had showed no signs of arriving any time soon.

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community: always on the brink of cancellation, moved to yahoo and finally cancelled

undateable: was cancelled after doing a hilarious live season

new girl: is getting a 7th season but it will only be 8 episodes because fox wanted to cancel it after season 6

the mindy project: was cancelled and then moved to hulu

parks and rec: got 7 good seasons but mostly underappreciated

 

and yet for some reason the big bang theory now has 11 seasons!  

all the aforementioned shows are/were better written, better acted and are/were actually funny

also bill Lawrence creates better comedies then chuck lorrie

ranmin10  asked:

i love your reaction bc its long and with every details, can i have bts reaction when they're sad and feel self-esteem about their body so their GF order them to take of their clothes and start to kiss every inch of their skin and tell them how beautiful they look(you can make fluff or smut as you're comfortable with of cores!!!)

Hi cutie, I took the liberty of slightly changing the pitch so each members can have a different story without having to follow the same storyline. I find it a little more fun to read :) I still tried to keep it close to your request and I hope you’ll like it ! Thank youuu


Namjoon

Originally posted by rapnamu

It’s 11pm and Namjoon’s still in his studio, sitting on the couch near the door, staring at his phone. He scrolls through ARMY’s twitter accounts, getting lost in the immensity of their precious fanbase. He tries to do that as soon as he has a little bit of time or when inspiration is lacking, and it’s always a pleasure. But this time, it’s rather unpleasant. Namjoon found an ARMY who spends a lot of time responding to haters, and so he found some antis accounts. He did’nt think it was still so virulent and didn’t expect to read such horrible things about him. It brutally brought him back to early years of his career when insults on his physique used to hurt him a lot. He then hears your steps getting closer and locks his phone when the door opens. You come in with a big smile, a bag containing a pack of beer, sweets and other kinds of snacks in your hand. You put it on the coffee table and bend down to kiss your boyfriend. Namjoon knows it will take you barely 5 seconds to notice that something is bothering him and indeed, you immediately ask in a worried voice if there’s something wrong. Namjoon sighs and, as you sit next to him, runs a hand on the back of his neck while he tells you why he doesn’t feel very well. He also knows that you’ll get a little upset and could almost predict word for word what you’re about to say. « Why are you looking at this trash ? And why do you even care about what those kids are saying ? ». Namjoon doesn’t want to look at you, he knows what kind of annoyed glance you’re gonna throw him. He unlocks his iPhone and scrolls the anti’s comments while saying in a quiet voice : « I know I shouldn’t care about it… And I see all the compliments I get when I tweet selcas… But it still hurts. I don’t know why but it particularly affects me today. ». Namjoon hears your sigh but he doesn’t want to take his eyes off his screen. As he straightens his glasses on his nose, you take the opportunity to take his phone from his hands. Namjoon didn’t expect it and quickly turns his head towards you, his lips parting to complain but you don’t give him time to say anything. You throw his phone on the other side of the couch and sit on his lap while you put a finger on his mouth. « You’re the most beautiful thing in the whole entire universe, Kim Namjoon. I’ll not let some jealous assholes hurt you. I’m gonna find them, and I’m gonna kill them. ». Namjoon looks at you with big, surprised eyes before he snorts. He lowers his eyes, his fingers touching the sides of your thighs, feeling a bit better but not as much I you wish it was. He feels your fingers on his chin and he raises his head, his eyes into yours. Your smile is soft, tender, almost enough to warm his entire body. You take off his black beanie, running your hand through his hair and making him shiver, and then takes off his round shaped glasses. When he feels your hands against his cheeks, Namjoon feels his throat tightening. You stare at him, your sweet smile not leaving your lips, making Namjoon soft as fuck. You look at all the details of his face and finally say in a soft voice : « I don’t know if I told you that before but sometimes when I stare at your face, my heart beats so fast my breath is cut. It happened all the time before we even started dating & it still happens a lot. And I’m sure you don’t even know it. ». Namjoon lightly presses his fingers on your thighs without realizing it and lets out a small laugh in a breath. He knows you really want to cheer him up, but he doubts it’s as true as you say. You seem to guess his thoughts but stay silent. You take his hand and put it against your neck, positioning his index and middle finger above the vein just below your ear. When he feels how fast your heart beats, Namjoon slightly shudders and raises his eyebrows. He puts both hands against your neck, suddenly feeling worried. « Are you okay, babe ? ». Your warm hands come to rest above his as you whisper : « Every time I stare at your face, babe… Every damn time… You’re so beautiful…». Your voice breaks a little as you’re taken aback by emotion, and Namjoon grunts when he sees your eyes getting filled with tears. But you’re still smiling and it makes him feel some type of way. Namjoon feels his heart tightening, realizing how easily your smile can made his sadness disappears. He closes his eyes when you begin to lay thousands of kisses on his face and his arms closes around your waist to press you against him. He shudders with each of your kisses and ends up looking for your mouth that he easily finds, your soft lips still the only remedy to his sadness.

Taehyung

Originally posted by jeonyween

Tae opens the door of his bedroom and finds you lying on his bed, reading a book with music on. As he closes the door, a sad smile appears on his lips as you lift your head to smile at him. He falls on the bed and lays beside you, his head resting on his arm so that he can be above you. You close your book and ask him what’s wrong, because you know something is wrong, obviously. Taehyung doesn’t answer right away, not knowing which words to choose. After a short moment of reflexion, he puts his hand on his belly and sadly pats it while asking : « Do you think my tummy is gross ? ». The look you give him could have made him laugh if he wasn’t so upset. You slightly straighten up and ask : « Are you serious right now ? No, you can’t be serious. Right ? ». Tae pretends not to have heard what you just said and sighs while continuing to pat his belly before pulling on his skin You raise your eyes to the sky and grab his hand to make him stop. « I tell you all the time that it’s the cutest thing ever. All the internet thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. Why are you saying that all of the sudden ? ». Taehyung can see your annoyance in your eyes but he can’t help but continue to pout : « I don’t know. Maybe I’m getting a little too chubby… Look at my cheeks… ». This time, you almost stand on your knees to get your eyes at the same level as his, and Tae grins at your annoyed tone : « Did someone said something to you ? Who is it ? When did it happened?! Tell me. ». Taehyung sighs and confesses that one of his stylists has made a joke on his weight and since then he hasn’t stop thinking about it. Tae knows it’s stupid but it hurt him. And seeing you roll your eyes again doesn’t really makes it better. He’s even a little scared when you get angry : « Gosh, Tae ! It was a joke ! She’s always joking around and you love it… Since when do you care about what anybody think about your body ? Or anything else ? ». Tae abruptly responds, not wanting to hear what he already knows : « I don’t know ! I don’t know… I’m not always confident, you know… ». He immediately sees the change in your eyes as those last words comes in a breath. He almost sighs when your hand gently strokes his cheek as you whisper : « You’re the cutest man in the world, do you know that ? ». Taehyung shudders under the caress of your hand and lets himself go when you turn him on his back to straddle him. The sweet smell of your skin invades him as you bend over to kiss his cheeks, his jaw, his neck. His fingers clenches on your butt when you start to unbutton his shirt. Tae sighs, slightly shaking : « What… What are you doing…? ». His eyes meet yours when you sit up : « I’m showing you how obsessed I am with your body… ». This time, a shiver runs down his spine. Once the shirt is completely unbuttoned, you start to kiss his belly. Tae grunts when your teeth and tongue joins the dance, causing strange waves of heat in his lower abdomen. When you start to undo his belt, your tongue rolling on the skin below his belly button, his hand immediately grabs your hair, making you sigh against his clothed hardness. He never feels as good as when he feels your hot breath against his crotch, wonderful sign of a near explosion of pleasure caused by your pretty mouth.

Jin

Originally posted by seokjinstae-moved

Jin plugs in the hair dryer and begins to dry his hair in front of his bedroom’s mirror. He sighs when he sees you thought the mirror as you take a picture, a silly smile on your lips. Jin asks you to stop, which you answer by sticking his tongue out, continuing to lovingly watch your screen as you take other shots of your boyfriend. Jin turns off the hair dryer and takes your phone from the hands : « stop… I’m not in the mood. ». This is the first time he speaks to you with such a cold tone but he only realizes it after when he sees your sad and worried look. He puts down the hair dryer and looks at you : « Sorry… It’s just that I’m not looking good today and It kinda pisses me off. ». He looks at you as you get up to get closer to him, your eyes still filled with worries. You try to make him smile : « What happened to my worldwide handsome boyfriend ? ». Jin laughs in a breath and shrugs his shoulders, not knowing what to say. He happens to have bad days, and unfortunately you’re witnessing one today. When your arms wraps around his waist and your bodies moves closer, Jin lowers his head and softly says, as if he was ashamed : « I’m getting old, right ? My face is not as young as before, and I don’t know… I feel really ugly today ». You make a sad pout that makes him smile, finding you absolutely adorable. Your arms slide over his waist to grab his shirt and you say : « You look like you’re seventeen, babe… Maybe you’re getting blind, I don’t know… Because when I look at you, all I can see is your delicious lips, your beautiful eyes, your perfect face who’s driving me crazy, as well as your body, so much that I’m already touching it… ». Jin looks down to actually see that your hands are passing under his shirt. He can’t help but snorts when you take off his shirt, your eyes full of sparkles when they land on his broad shoulders. This simple view is enough for Jin to feel jolts of arousal running through his veins. As your fingers brushes the skin just above his belly button, you say with a mischievous smile rising on your lips: « I’m obsessed with every single inch of your body… ». Seokjin puts his hands on your cheeks and brings you closer to him, unable to refrain his need to kiss you, but your words stops him. « And do you know what I like the most ? ». The tone of your voice is even smoother than it was just a few seconds ago, causing a new wave of heat in you’re boyfriend’s body. « The one thing you hate the most… ». Jin can’t think straight when you talk to him like that, when you look at him like that. You lightly turn your head to slide his thumb into your mouth, passing it along your tongue. This time, Jin clearly feels his member twitching under his boxers. The thrill that runs through his spine almost makes him lose his balance but you hold him firmly against you, licking his thumb and then taking his index in your mouth as well. You look so naughty Jin can’t think of anything else but getting your tongue elsewhere.

Hoseok

Originally posted by sosjimin

You’re comfortably seated in the living room’s couch, Hoseok’s arm around your neck, caressing your skin just below your collarbone. You look at a big american blockbuster, a good old useless movie which its only interest is to entertain you both with huge explosions every ten minutes. While the hero is fighting bare hands against a gang of villains, the camera focused on his powerful chest, Hoseok sighs : « Aaaah… I wish I had a strong body like his… ». You shrug your shoulders as if to say that it doesn’t matter for you but Hoseok doesn’t seems to agree : « Look at him… He’s ten times more attractive than me. ». This time, he feels your furious gaze on him and slowly turns his eyes on you, wondering if he hasn’t just made a mistake. You don’t even have to talk, your eyes clearly saying « Don’t try me, bitch », but Hobi can’t help it and pouts : « Don’t look at me like that. You know it would be a lot better if I was more muscular… ». He’s forced to lean down with you when as you grab the remote control to pause the movie. You look at him intensely, your fingers passing against his jaw, and say : « Some really stupid things comes out of your mouth, sometimes. Are you aware of that ? Look at you… ». You lean over and gently kiss his jaw, whispering between each kisses : « You already are the most attractive man on the planet…». Hoseok finally smirks, his hands pressing your ass to make you climb on him. Once you’re on his thighs, you have full access to his neck and slide your tongue on it, feeling Hoseok’s grunt vibrating in his chest. He notices how thin the fabric of your sweatpants is as he can feel your warmth against his growing member. When you start to move his T-shirt up to remove it, Hoseok suddenly returns to reality and grabs your hands to stop you : « Jungkook and Jimin are in the dorm, are you crazy ? ». You remain deaf to his words, your tongue still rolling against his neck’ skin. Hoseok hisses, clutching his fingers against your thighs, knowing very well that it’ll soon be impossible for him to fight back if you keep teasing him. Hobi finds himself shirtless in a blank of an eye, shivering under the caress of your fingers on his toned chest. He sighs when he sees you biting your lip as you trace the define lines of his abs, opening your mouth to sigh as well : « Fuck baby… You’re so hot… ». Hoseok always feels desired when your eyes are on his body, but this time, this feeling is much stronger. He knows that the boys can walk on you at any moment, he knows he’s about to tear your panties off in the middle of the living room that he shares with his seven brothers, he knows he should put a stop to this situation that’s getting wilder and wilder, but he’s unable to do anything. He cups your cheeks to kiss you with passion, making you sigh against his mouth, Hoseok having no trouble swallowing your moan when his crotch grinds against your burning core.

Yoongi

Originally posted by sugagifs

It’s very late when you hear the boys geting back fro their night out. Taehyung, Jungkook & Yoongi went out to eat lamb skewers, a great excuse to actually get drunk as fuck. Yoongi loves to take his children to drink outside for whatever reason. Anyway, when you hear their heavy footsteps in the hallway and their cheesy « good night », you start to smile. It seems like they went hard, tonight. When Yoongi leans against the door after opening it and grunts « annyeonghaseyo, baby », you can easily guess his level of intoxication : high. You hold a laugh behind your hand while Yoongi staggers to the bed before falling on it, his head first. When he lets out a long groan, you lean over his back and caress his shoulders : « What’s wrong ? ». Yoongi sighs :  « Tae made fun of my height… And then, they took both of my arms and it looked like they were two aliens abducting a little kid…  Like, I’m their Hyung, for fuck’ sake… They laughed at me… And they’re right. I’m short as fuck. And ugly. ». You bite your upper lip, fighting the laughter rising in your throat, your fingers clenching on his shoulder. He seems really pissed off by this and you can’t laugh even if the fact that he’s so drunk makes the scene too funny not to giggle. Yoongi never says that kind of things, so he must have really been hurt by it. You gently roll him over so he’s on his back and Yoongi grows a long ass whine, his hands resting on his belly and his usual judging face on. You shift yourself on him and bend over to kiss his nose : « You’re not short, you’re cute… ». Yoongi grunts and you kiss his cheek : « You’re not ugly, how dare you… You’re the most beautiful man in the world… ». Yoongi snorts, his hand slowly moving down on the small of your back. « This is too cheesy, I’m not drunk enough for this shit ». You hiss between your teeth and gives him a threatening look but that doesn’t seem to affect him at all. « Oh, Sir Min Yoongi doesn’t like it ? ». This time, Yoongi doesn’t keep his poker face on and clenches his jaw as a warning, reminding you not to cross the line. You tilt your head to the side and whisper : « Aggressive is more his style, right ? ». You bend over and kiss him with all the lust, all the roughness you got. Yoongi doesn’t close his eyes, watching you show your dominance before he takes it back by force, not knowing that you’ll not give in easily. You put his wrists over his head and attack his neck, taking his skin between your teeth to leave your mark. Yoongi hisses, his hips rising dangerously, not wanting to admit that you drive him crazy when you try so hard to take control. You lick him down to his collarbone and take the risk of releasing his wrists to pull up his sweatshirt. Yoongi knows he should take the opportunity to take back the control of the situation but the alcohol makes him much more sensitive to the things you do. He lets you remove his sweater and doesn’t even complain about your roughness. He only wants one thing : feel your lips and your tongue on his body. His hands freezes in the air when start to kiss his chest, your tongue suddenly flipping on his nipple. Yoongi grunts, making you smile against his skin. Your boyfriend’s hands comes to rest on your arms, stroking your burning skin while you continue to move down on his chest. Between each kiss, between each lick, you whisper : « Ugly… How can you even… I swear one day I’m… I’m gonna punch this gorgeous face of yours… ». You lift your head when you suddenly hear his snort and holds a moan when his hand closes around your throat to bring you back to him. He rolls over you and puts himself above you, his hand sliding on your neck to rest against your cheek. He looks down on your lips and raises his eyes to look into yours : « You’re crazy… But I love you… ». You pull him against your lips to silent a growing moan as his words makes you shudder. Yoongi passionately responds to your kiss, his chest pressed against your breasts, your nipples hardening under the friction. Then, as his lips goes down to your neck and then back to your ear, he murmurs in a mischievous voice : « Now I’m gonna eat you out… What were the world ? Ah, yeah… Agressive style. »

Jimin

Originally posted by sugasnae

You received his text half an hour ago but you’re already at the dorm’s door. Hoseok invites you in and tells you that Jimin went straight to their bedroom without saying a word but nobody really knows why. You sigh, unfortunately knowing why your boyfriend is so sad. When you asked him how his photo shoot went, Jimin responds was harsh : « It’s was the worst. I don’t want to talk, sorry. I love you. ». Oh no Park Jimin, it will not happen like that, there’s no way you’re gonna let him mope alone in his room. You cross the hallway and open the door, slowly moving your head in the embrasure not to startle him. However, he’s not likely to see you because he’s hidden under a huge blanket that’s three times his size. You gently close the door and sing his name in a soft voice as you approach the bed. Jimmy doesn’t move, as if you didn’t exist. You sit on the bed, put your hand on what you guess to be his hip and whisper : « Baby ? Come out… ». Jimin shakes as if to say « no » and when you shake his thigh back, he moans : « No… I really feel bad right now… ». You sigh and hug his shoulders, somehow managing to position yourself well without crushing him under your weight. You pat his chest, your own chest pressed against his shoulder blades, and said with a soothing tone : « I’m sure the pictures looks great ». Jimin snorts and growls : « Of course you think I look great, you’re my girlfriend… But trust me, it was horrible… I looked like an angry ghost… Aiisssh… ». You slightly tighten your grip on Jimin and pout : « Yah ! So what ? Since I’m your girlfriend I’m blinded by love and lust ? Huh ?! Of course I find you attractive, but I haven’t always been your girlfriend… And I’ve always been attracted to you ! Isn’t that the only thing that matters, in the end ? You being pretty for yourself, for ARMY and for me ?! ». Jimin leaves a small silence before mumbling : « Y-Yeah… But-». He stops talking as soon as he feels you moving to get up, the bed suddenly becoming too empty. He can’t hold back a curse when you lift the blanket in the air, a cold breeze running on his curled body. You slip under the blanket, the day light barely filtering through the thick fabric, and crawls to your boyfriend. You slide against his back and pass your hand under his arm to stroke his chest. Jimin sighs but doesn’t want to admit that he was waiting for that hug since he left the studio. You rest your chin on his shoulder and whisper in his ear : « I know you’re upset but you’re gonna be over it soon. I’m not even worried about it since you’e the cutest and the sexiest man in the world. Besides… Isn’t the way I look at you the most important thing ? And the way that, no matter how much time passes, I still can’t take my eyes off of you when we’re in the same room ? ». You feel a slight grunt vibrating in his chest and smile, pleased to see that he’s very close to give in. You move your hand down with infinite slowness, pulling his sweatshirt up to easily pass your hand underneath the fabric. You stroke his warm skin and softly pinch his nipple, making him moan as his back arches in arousal. You move your mouth a little closer to his ear, whispering softly : « What about the fact that you always manage to get me wet just with the sight of your body, just with how good it feels against mine…? ». Jimin gasps when you suddenly slide your hand under his sweatpants to grab his member through his boxers. You palm his growing erection and try to keep control of yourself (despite the fact that Jimin has grabbed your thigh in a grunt). You whisper one last time : « Isn’t it all that matters ? ». Your tongue slips against his ear, making Jimin bucks his hips as you keep stroking his hard member. He pants : « Yes… Y-Yes baby… ». You kiss his neck and finally gives him what he seems to crave, his face wriggling under the tiny friction you offer him. When Jimin finally feels your fingers closing around his cock, his body melts with yours as he passes his hand behind your neck to kiss you, sighing hard against your mouth.

Jungkook

Originally posted by celinet7

You join Jungkook in the bathroom while he cleans his face after his shower. You smile as you watch his face disappearing under a white cloud and turn your attention back to your toothbrush. A mouthwash and hop, here you are, ready to sleep in your boyfriend’s arms. Jungkook passes a towel over his face after rinsing it and sighs when he puts it back on the counter. He gets closer to the mirror and inspects his cheeks, frowning when he sees that he has a lot of pimples. You look at him without saying a word, seeing how much he’s upset. He moisturizes his face and takes another look before hissing : « I’m disgusting… ». You let out a disapproving growl and wrap your arms around his waist, getting on tiptoe so you can rest your chin on his shoulder and look at him through the mirror when you say : « Don’t say that… ». Jungkook doesn’t see the tender look you give him as he continues to look at his cheeks. He grumbles : « I’m saying it because it’s true, look ! It’s driving me crazy… I can’t even look at myself. ». He looks away and washes his hands silently as you bite your lip, wanting to find the right words to comfort him. You kiss him between his shoulder blades and whine : « You’re the most beautiful thing on earth, I can’t let you say that ! ». Jungkook laughs at the sound of your childish voice and watches you move around to get in front of him, your hands moving up on his chest. He only wears a towel wrapped around his waist and his beauty momentarily cuts your breath. « Lift me up », you ask, smiling when Jungkook easily lifts you up to put you on the counter. You put your hands on his neck and brush the tips of your fingers on his cheek. Jungkook tightens his embrace around your waist, comfortably wedged between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. They’re like a thousand shining stars, wandering on his face as if you were looking at an angel. Jungkook sighs, his breath a little cut off when you put your hands on his cheeks, a soft smile on your lips. « You’re human, babyboy… It’s okay to have skin problems sometimes. You still look absolutely beautiful… ». You rest your lips on his, feeling his hand pressed against the small of your back and you trace a path of kisses along his jaw to come against his ear. You whisper : « Just look at you… ». You slightly lower your shoulder so Jungkook can see his own reflection, his mouth slightly opened because of your warm breath against his ear that increases the rhythm of his breathing. You meet his eyes as you run your hand against his neck. « Breathtaking… ». You laugh in a breath when you see Jungkook’ smirk through the mirror, the ultimate sign that you won. You lay kisses on his cheeks, your hand stroking his neck before Jungkook attacks your mouth in a needy kiss, making you moan when he deliberately grinds on you and takes advantage of your separated lips to slip his tongue to meet yours.

sherlock coming out of the bedroom late on a slow soft sunday morning to look for john, who’s already been up reading the paper, and sherlock gets that little pleased grin at finding him in his chair and slides into john’s lap, knocking the paper to the floor, and john isn’t even mad, oh hello, because now he’s got sherlock all sleep-warm and dishevelled curls and thin t-shirt with the stretched out neck snuggled up close, smiling that smile against his neck. missed you, sherlock says, when i woke up. john kisses his forehead, you looked so cosy there sleeping, i didn’t want to disturb you. sherlock snuffles closer, puckers a kiss against john’s skin. s’fine. i’m pretty good at finding you again. 

and john is startled, a little, by the bit of unexpected truth that sounds bigger than the way sherlock meant it, by the memory of all the things they’ve been through and all the times sherlock has led him back home out of the dark, and he holds sherlock a little tighter and looks down at him all calm and peaceful against john’s chest and says, you’re the only one who has ever known where to look, and maybe sherlock did mean it that way after all, because he closes his eyes and says, i never have to look. you’re always beside me; sometimes we just have to remember to see. 

anonymous asked:

How do you think the IPRE settled in together when stuck in the Statblaster? Like before and/or after they get along?

There is… SO MUCH potential here… 

The Starblaster was not designed with a hundred years in mind. The trip was only supposed to be two months, which is the only reason any of them could come up with for why there is only one bathroom on the entire ship. And no one can get Merle out of the bathroom once he’s locked himself in there. He’ll insist that it’s time that he pampered himself and turn the room into a personal spa for hours. All pleading, yelling, and threats are met with only delighted laughter and the slight hint of lavender.

The first time Taako and Lup have a fight - a real fight, with screaming and wrestling and things catching on fire - the rest of the crew can see their lives flashing before their eyes. It’s terrifying, and everyone is afraid to leave the bedroom they’ve holed up in. Davenport is frantic; they’d insisted on being chosen together or not at all, he thought they liked each other, what is he going to do if they kill each other every cycle…  The crew ventures out a few hours later to find the twins in the kitchen, sharing an entire plate of chocolate chip cookies. Taako asks them where they’ve been, and Davenport locks himself in the cockpit for a few hours.

Lucretia is not the best at interacting at first. She can, and she does, but she’d rather be writing and so she almost always is. And she writes everything - including entire conversations between other crew members, word for word. A rule has to be established that Lucretia’s notebooks are not to be stolen for any form of blackmail or sabotage because they keep disappearing only to show back up in the middle of an argument. Lucretia makes the effort to keep slightly less accurate notes. (She only sometimes resorts to blackmail herself.)

It soon becomes apparent that Lup and Barry are research enablers, meaning that neither one will be the Voice of Reason when it is three in the morning and the research would be better served by the researchers getting some sleep. They once manage to keep each other going for three days straight on nothing but coffee, and Taako has had enough. He drags them both to his room, tosses them on the bed, and lays on top of them to trap them. He has done this to Lup many times; it’s an adjustment for Barry. It happens often enough that Barry gets used to it.

Nobody can agree on music. There’s an entire month where wildly different musical genres are played over the intercom at high volume in a passive-aggressive standoff. Everyone knows that the classical and opera music is Davenport. To everyone’s shock, Barry is responsible for the metal contributions. No one is sure who keeps playing “Tiptoe Through the Tulips” - everyone thought it was Lup until she suddenly turned and blasted the nearest intercom speaker to pieces when they were entering hour two. Davenport knows that the feud is over when someone mutters a line from a song from his favorite opera, and they all join in; the performance becomes increasingly enthusiastic and dramatic, and the crew butchers the song mercilessly.

There are bad days where the worst happens, again and again, and while those never get easier, the crew falls into a routine for those too. Everyone takes comfort in different things; Magnus likes physical contact and will cuddle with anyone who’s willing. Davenport stays alone for a while, until he has the composure to face his crew again. Barry doesn’t like to break down in front of the others but he does break down; eventually, Lup and Taako are allowed to see those moments. Merle does his best to remain positive, even goofy, in the hopes that it’ll raise a laugh out of the others; Lucretia eventually convinces him to talk to her honestly, and it helps. It always helps Lucretia to talk to Merle, to try and sort out what she’s feeling. Taako has to be reminded to eat, and to leave his room. Lup is angry, powered by rage until she wears herself out and then she’s quiet; it helps to have someone close by, and Magnus is always willing to sit extra-close.

Eventually, they all have the same favorite day. The first day of the new year - no matter what the last year was like, the first day of the new year is always good. Everyone is home again, and whoever was missing is brought inside and put in the middle of the big couch in the living area, immediately squished between everyone else who can physically fit. All of the furniture is pushed together because no one wants to be any farther away than they have to and usually Lucretia (but sometimes someone else) brings out all of the journals from the past year. And they recount everything - good things, bad things, inside jokes and injuries - so whoever was missing doesn’t miss anything. Eventually Davenport has to go back to the cockpit to navigate whatever new world they’ve ended up in, but just for a moment what’s happening inside the Starblaster is much more important than what’s happening outside of it.

Things didn’t work out because, well, greater things were in the works. It’s so difficult while we’re blind and hurting and don’t know which way is up. But, if you have faith in anything, have faith in the fact that the universe has a beautiful way of straightening things out far better than we ever could. You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful– or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to.
—  Brianna Wiest