I remember it like it was yesterday, although it was decades ago.
My sister and I had been fighting again, like we did so often, like I suspect most sisters do at that age.
This fight got more heated than usual. I screamed an obscenity at my sister before turning to storm out of the room, but then my neck suddenly whipped back painfully and I realised she was yanking my hair. In pain and shock, I spun around and slapped her hard across the face.
i'm so glad you like reading and staying at home. explain how that solves the problem of you being single all the time though
you're always in the dark. i'm not entirely convinced that you're not a bat
you're so flat footed, but that's ok! potato feet are cute! you're like a little dinosaur!
you said you wouldn't bother me today and yet you're still talking??
i love you but why do you run like an ostrich
please don't hug me right now, you literally look like doofenshmirtz
i wish someone in this house would let me listen to music with them... except, no, not you, don't ever make me listen to that weird shit ever again
i wish we could undo that interaction. i wish you could unsay the things you just said to me. take that sentence back. in fact, i want to un-know you. un-introduce yourself to me and prevent this interaction from ever happening
Listen, you will find the most breathtaking beauty in the ugly things.
Scars that are maps to faraway times when your pride was as loud as your heart, a split lip reminder of being braver than you are now, a shape of a star on your knee that is the shape of your heart, fingertips to the sky, soul to the stars.
You’ll find beauty in crooked knees and too long limbs, all over the place, reaching reaching reaching and never pausing because this world is yours to take and who cares if you are a collage of ugly things, if your teeth aren’t straight and if your hair is hurricane messy (not in a good way but in the best fucking way there is), who cares?
You’ve got a story to tell for every scar, every flaw; this one is from when I was reckless and young and wild and this one you can’t see because it was cut into your skin (the shape of a jagged piece of glass) the first time they stomped on your heart but you rose, you rose and you kept burning, got scars to show, been through hellfire and kept walking.
What I am trying to say is that maybe it’s 3am and you can’t sleep, maybe you feel like your lungs are full of the cosmos or maybe you can’t breathe in (some nights are hard, it’s alright, I’ve got you) but you’re good, you always were. You are not a pretty thing, you don’t smile and make the world stop, but you’ve got the kind of body that is a map and it will always, always bring you back home.
the things they tell you about falling in love are true. really, it’s beautiful. it’ll make you feel like your floating. you’ll feel alive. also my friend, the things they tell you about heartbreak are also true. it’s ugly, disgusting even. you want to rip out your hair and you pick your own half naked body off the bathroom floor after screaming and crying. but don’t worry, they love you. they won’t hurt you.
Last low effort doodles for today (and possibly a few days) now. Real life threatens to call me back. Have quick ’n ugly designs sketches for Little Mermaid AU!Alisha. Alisha’s main job in this AU is being officially the only sane person, hosting a ball because fairytale AUs fucking need dumb romantic dancing scenes, being officially the only sane person, having her tailors sew fancy clothes for everyone, and being officially the only sane person. Anyway, what started off as an excuse to draw mermaid!Mikleo is slowly turning into an excuse to put the underage half of our main cast into fancy and only vaguely 17.-18. century inspired clothing. 17.-18. century because PIRATES, but vaguely because I kinda intend to save Sorey from some horrible shoes and trousers that men used to wear throughout the centuries. Duh. It’s also not quite high pirate times anymore, but I happen to have an original fantasy story set in a vaguely 17. century pirate times inspired setting, and I want to do something at least slightly different. I might or might not pimp her dress, we’ll see.
Yes, she’s still from Hyland, I just chose to ignore the colour coding
Also did I mention that Hyland and Rolance are separated by an ocean in this AU, because having an ocean is kinda the point
/end of costume design rambling /also end of AU rambling /yes I’ll also do Rose and the boys at some point /I haven’t forgotten about the Zelda AU either uh
Josuke: Finally, we’ve gotten enough Yen to buy the hit video game “Oh, That’s A Baseball 1999!” Gureto daze!
Okuyasu: Indeed, Joush-kae! I sure hope that the dude who has the Arrow isn’t trying to recruit more stand users, and I really hope that said stand user doesn’t steal our cash!
Mysterious Voice: Hahaha! You’re wrong!
Josuke: Koichi! Get out of the way! Now!
*a mysterious vortex sucks all of the Yen up, as well as Echoes Act Whatever*
Koichi: AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! NOT OUR YEN!
Tawagoto Shōben, popping out of the vortex: So, it appears that you three have the same power as me! But no matter! Beware the power of my Stand, 「SCATMAN JOHN」! (Crunchyroll Sub Name: Shitman Tom) It can do many things relating to sucking, whether it be stealing money, Stands, or other such things!
Josuke: Oh my god! The Stand Arrow’s in his hand! We have to retrieve it for Jotaro!
Okuyasu: Hold on, Koichi! I’ll swipe this shithead away with ZA HANDO!
*Okuyasu forgets to actually use The Hand and starts getting sucked into the vortex*
*Okuyasu gets sucked into the vortex*
Tawagoto: Hahahaha! Do you think that you idiots can stop the mighty power of
「SCATMAN JOHN」? I’ll spaghettify you like a black hole! Even that ugly hair of yours!
Okuyasu: OH SHIT! HE JUST DIDN’T…!
Josuke: …WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY HAIR?!
*Josuke beats up Tawagoto with his own fists*
Tawagoto: NANI?!?! STOP! I DIDN’T MEAN TO-
Josuke: Haven’t you realized the main weakness of your stand, you dick-stomping earwig? It can suck in anything into the vortex. Even this dynamite that I smashed up with Crazy Diamond earlier. *the dynamite reforms, fuse lit* I was planning to do something with it later, but hmm… I wonder what would happen if I chucked it into your vortex. Let’s find out, eh?!
*Tawagoto gets blown up, and is launched into the Pepsi Sign®. The Arrow rolls towards the group, as well as Echoes, Okuyasu, and the Yen*
Koichi: You did it Josuke! Now we can both get the game and the Arro-
Mysterious Man: NAH, I DON’T THINK SO!
*Said man, who is totally not a Stand user in any way possible, takes the Arrow with a stand made of bedsheets and flees the scene*
i’m extremelyhumbled that each & every one of you that follows or has interacted with jinx or myself still hang around despite my perpetually non-existent activity. you’ve made this a lovely and positive journey for me to not only give jinx a platform to flourish ; but to quell my writers block. pretty soon i’ll be archiving this blog & giving the makeup artist a much needed makeover – but when i’m all finished on that front, i’ll make a post to let you all know!
under the cut will be an insanely sappy message because - in reality - i’m a closet emo.
The fact that it was March, almost April, was crazy. You were getting into some different colleges and so was Jungkook. It was weird that sooner or later you’d be departing from each other. You’d been thinking about it so much recently. You knew you two would have the summer and everything. It was just that you had been waiting so long for Jungkook to be yours and then all too soon you would be split up. It was like you couldn’t win.
You were trying not to think about it and obviously it wasn’t working.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: surprise!!!! another story lol. this is a bucky AU just an fyi! i was inspired by taylor swift’s mary’s song because that song is freaking precious. anyway. this won’t be a long one either. tags for this story are open!
oh, also! the power ranger story is something that actually happened to me when i was about 7. except that we were playing power rangers and i wanted to be the red one but i HAD to be the pink one because i was a girl and i got really mad lol
You looked up at him while he talked about something from a movie, your
eyes shining with admiration. You were only 7 and him 9, but he was the
most important thing in the world for you although he felt the complete opposite about you. You were just some annoying little girl that wouldn’t leave him alone.
You ran around the backyard, following Bucky and Steve. Steve was one of Bucky’s best
friend’s and the two were attached at the hip.
“You can’t play with
us!” Bucky roared as he came to a halt.
You crossed your arms over your chest and
frowned. “Why can’t I play with you?”
“Because you’re a
girl,” Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. “And girls can’t be
“Yes, they can!” You stomped your foot down on the
For tonight's drunken writing, a drunk sakura being obsessed with madara's hair ?
context, what context???
“What are you doing?”
“Sh!” Madara says,
glaring up at Tobirama.
“Shut up. Tobirama!” Madara hisses, settling his hands again on Sakura’s hips.
Tobirama frowns, taking in the scene. Sakura is perched on
lap, face flushed with alcohol. Madara’s long hair is unbound, hanging loose
and covering Sakura’s body.
Sakura giggles to herself, ignoring the two men as she moves her
hands through his hair. Her deftness belies her drunken state as she weaves
different strands together into a complicated braid.
“So pretty,” Sakura
croons, leaning back against his chest.
Madara smirks, tucking his chin against her shoulder as he watches
her plait another portion of his hair. “Very.”
Tobirama frowns, knowing that Madara isn’t talking about her
exclaims, taking a seat beside Madara with a pout. He has removed all ornaments
from his hair, trying to make it look as enticing as possible. Sakura and
Madara both look at him, Sakura curious and Madara murderous. “Don’t you want
to play with my hair?”
Everyone waits with bated breath to see her response. Tobirama
barely resists the urge to face palm.
Finally, Sakura wrinkles her nose. “No. Your hair is ugly.”
Tobirama shakes his head, leaving the room to the sounds of
cackles and Hashirama’s cries of dismay.
after you read your boyfriend’s text, you threw your phone off to the side and forced yourself out of your bed to go to the living room. you plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv. as always, there was nothing on so you just sat back and waited.
“ugh.” you groaned in pain, rubbing your belly.
then, you started to sneeze and cough. it was ugly. you felt ugly. you had bags under your eyes, your hair needed to be combed/done, and it was super cold to you so you wore a pair of sweats and a matching jacket. you didn’t really care though, kookie had seen you in much more worse conditions. you’ve gotten ‘uglier’ than this.
it felt like a decade had passed by before your boyfriend had finally arrived. you listened closely as he unlocked the door. hearing that jingle brought a slight smile to your face. your angel was here.
“hey y/n..” he came in, almost kissing you but he stopped himself. you didn’t say anything, you knew that he couldn’t risk getting sick. he carried two bags, one on each hand, both from a different store. he sat them down, “i saw those shoes that you said you wanted last week so i got them and this is soup and medicine.” he pointed to the bags.
“thanks. how much did all of this cost?” you asked.
“₩ 283973*” he said as he got out the medicine and poured you the needed amount.
“ew god please no!” you whined while you eyed the small cup filled with blue liquid.
“baby you have to take this if you wanna feel better. open your mouth.” he moved the cup up to your lips. you hesitantly opened your mouth and drunk it down, coughing afterwards.
“see that wasn’t that bad.” kookie reached inside of the same bag and pulled out a container that you quickly realized was soup.
“that smells good.” you hummed, you hadn’t eaten all day so you were definitely hungry.
he ran to the kitchen, returning with a bowl and soup spoon. he poured the soup into the bowl and handed it to you. “i’m not saying hurry up so i can cuddle with my chocolate bunny but im saying hurry up so i can cuddle with my chocolate bunny.” he said while he cleaned up.
“but you might get s-”
“i don’t really care y/n. i wanna hold you in my arms until you feel well cause you’re my baby..” he sung which only made you laugh and speed up your eating pace.
now, kookie and you were lying down on the couch. you had your head on his chest, over his heart..just listening to it and knowing that it belonged to you made you feel well.
“y/n..?” he yawned as he ran his fingers across your back.
“if i get sick, you’ll take care of me right?”
you looked up at him like he was what his question was…dumb. “of course i will baby. why wouldn’t i?”
you waited for a reply but instead, you got snores. your soft boyfriend fell asleep before you could. you couldn’t deny that it was cute but it surely took you by surprise. you grabbed his hand and kissed it, keeping your fingers locked with his until you fell asleep.
you were thankful to actually have someone like him in your life. 꾸키 [kookie]
* ₩ 283973 [won/south korean currency] = about $250 usd
Notes: look its not a smut for once (and ima wait on a few smuts, write a few non-smuts for you all then post bc :) ) but yeah, here’s a sUPER cute Zach Werenski one and its a lil fluffy with a bit of a grumpy zach so be excited!! also i feel like my titles have nothing to do with the story and im sorry
Warnings: Mentions of underage drinking
Mentions: Dylan Larkin, Jack Eichel, Auston Matthews, Noah Hanifin, Charlie McAvoy, a few more
Requested By @werenzki (also check out her imagines bc if you have time to binge-read, would definitely recommend!!):
who when the reader is at some party or something and she’s interested
in zach werenski but he thinks she’s into Dylan Larkin so he gets sort
of awkward and jealous but by the end of the night she turns her
attention to Zach and it’s all cute and stuff..
Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.
**Thank you so~ much for reading! I really hope you enjoy this chapter plus the rest to come. This chapter is definitely longer, and more calm, but it’ll speed up again soon. I hope to make all of my writing long, and entertaining for you. Please send me feedback and your thoughts, I would love to hear from all of you.
Previously:“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Were the only words you were capable of saying, over and over again, softly without fault. It was like a lullaby to both you, and the boy who’s name you hadn’t even had time to ask. Him falling asleep to the sound of your voice, and you falling asleep to the rise and fall of his chest, ended the first night of many more to come.
His screams had stopped, but his hands still firmly clutched the covers. His face was dry of rain, but drenched with sweat and tears. You let your head fall lightly on his stomach, head still pounding as a dizzying nausea spread over you. Soft sobs and gasps for air left both of your mouths, chests shaking up and down in unison with every breath.
Waking up was harsh. Your neck had cramped up due to the position it had been in for, who knows how long. Your hair, and clothes, were damp, sticking to your skin in the most uncomfortable ways. Your legs had fallen asleep from the weight of your body being rested on them. Moving your ankles and toes cause little prickles to sting your skin, encouraging you reach down and rub your legs in an attempted to stop the feeling.
Getting up was a struggle, as you grabbed onto the bed post, using what strength you had left to pull yourself up. All your muscles were sore, and you started stretching in multiple ways, trying to get some relief. Looking around you at your surroundings in the midst of rubbing a knot in your neck, you realized you weren’t in your room, but one of your many guest rooms.
Confusion flooded your mind as you looked around. White and grey curtains draped from the top of a large window directly in front of you, the part down the middle of them revealing a dark and starless night. Tops of buildings, and the light of the city, filled what you could see.