and so because i can't help myself i had to make this immediately

Wish Box

So I found these cute little boxes at the craft store a few weeks ago and immediately had an idea: I could make a wish box!

First thing I did was paint the inside of the box my favorite color. Unfortunately the picture doesn’t give it justice but just look up Manganese Blue. It’s gorgeous.

When I think about wishes and manifestation, very clear images of spring time and growth and beautiful sunsets come to mind. So, i decorated the outside of the box to match this vision.

I’m very proud of how it turned out! The box really does look like a place where dreams come true. But, there was one last step before the box was ready for use: the activation spell.

The spell itself is really actually quite simple and doesn’t require much.

  • A sigil for manifesting and an activation plan. I like to use incantation words forged by combining words of different languages. In this case: Vericere from the latin words Veritas (true) and Facere (make). So the incantation for the sigil literally means “Make true”. The sigil itself was forged from the phrase “Manitfest and bring to fruition”.

The Spell

  1. Cast your circle. Invite whatever dieties and spirits you wish to participate in the spell.
  2. Paint your sigil onto the lid of your box using whatever color you want. I used a magenta color.
  3. Activate the sigil by placing your hand over it and pouring all of the energy you can muster, and then speak the incantation aloud. In this case: Vericere. Remember to envision the intention of the sigil whilst doing this. That is actually why I prefer the incantation, because it helps focus my intent.
  4. Hold the box in your hand, still pouring energy into it, and say something to the affect of, “This is manifestation box. Whatever is put in will be made true. So mote it be.”
  5. You may end the spell there. Close your circle and be mundane for a while.

I believe it is important to point out that you may need to specify what can and can’t be made manifest through the Wish Box. Don’t put negative things into the box such as “war” and “suffering”. Though the box, in theory, could manifest these things, self control as witches is most certainly our responsibility. Thus, stick to things like “get a new, better paying job” and “find peace with myself”. In this way, the box will always be a positive experience.

Using the box is simple. Just write down whatever you wish to manofest and put it in the. Keep them there until the box is full or the thing has manifest, and then either bury the peices of paper or throw them in the river. (Which, btw, is another neat manifestation trick)

Also, if you decide to make a Wish Box for yourself, send me the pictures or attach them to this in a reblog! I want to see all your beautiful creations!

About Allurance.

And.. I know it sounds dumb, but I feel heartburn every time this ship, with this kind of development is mentioned.

Because it validates something I’ve been struggling so hard to move away, to move on from.

When I was younger, I was very lonely.

And.. I wasn’t in a good place.

Mentally, mainly.

I guess you could call me a “Nice Guy” kinda guy? Or an incel. I would have related to Lance a lot. I wasn’t the best in anything, I wasn’t popular, I always felt like the seventh wheel.

I thought women only went after looks, that they only dated jocks and that “Good guys” were left in the friendzone.

I was toxic. Very much so.

I hated women.

I was SURE they had willingly wronged me. I was sure that, by being nice, I was entitled to a relationship. I used to make crass, gross jokes, I used to pester, to act clingy, pedantic. To use shitty pick up lines and to beat myself up when turned down. I was a master in guilt tripping.

But moreover, I was obsessive. Never to the point of stalking or harassing, but I was VERY obsessive.

So, everytime I see Allura blush at Lance. To say that Lance “deserves” Allura, that he was there before Lotor and thus has a right over her. Thus he’s entitled to a relationship, I can’t help but feel sick.

I can’t help but to see my worst side, a part of my past I’ve been striving to move away from, get validated.

Allura isn’t given a choice, this isn’t Allura’s personality, this Allura is a trophy, this Allura an award given to Lance for being a decent human.

And that sickens me.

And then there’s the Lotor side of things. This way Lotor is reduced as a stepping stone for their relationship. He’s dismissed as just another obstacle to “true love”

He loved Allura truly, he still does, and he’s getting the short end of the stick, as the whole show shits on him without giving him the chance to fend for himself.

Even Acxa, his most trusted general calls him a liar.

This hurts on a whole another level, because it feels like my mother’s abuse of me was justified. My parent’s constant reminder of my countless shortcomings feels validated. It feels like they are, and were doing the right thing.

It feels like no matter what, I was destined to become a failure, to be useless, and that they were oh so right in kicking me down.

Sorry if I ruined the mood.

If you want to Ship Allurance, that’s fine. I understand the appeal of it. You can headcanon all you want and ship it all you want. It’s good, but not in this way. Not in the way it’s portrayed in the show. Not so suddenly, not in such an immediate way.

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

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March 24


Curses are an interesting breed of magic.  They require a certain level of creativity.  Like a charm, curses are often made of the mage’s own words rather than the scripted lines of a spell.  The tricky thing about curses, though, is the choice of words.  Curses thrive on poetry.  They have a flair for the dramatic, eloquent lines of verse instead of magic thrown haphazardly into a few words.  

           Curses are showy and elegant, which is why they are so well-fitted to villains.

           This morning I’m out the door before Snow has even begun to stir, my wand tucked into my pocket.  The passages are cold with the morning frost, and birdsong echoes off the stone of the walls.

           I spent all of last evening crafting this curse, after I’d dumped the rest of my tea out the window.  Salt.  He’d turned the sugar into salt, and I hadn’t even had the sense to stop after the first sip. I just had to keep drinking, even before I was sure he had done anything to it.  Pride and spite are just two sides of the same coin.

           I’m the first one in the dining hall, which is exactly what I’d hoped for.  The tables are set, the chairs are tucked in, and the mouth-watering aroma of pastry wafts from behind the closed kitchen doors.  Immediately my eyes are drawn to a particular seat towards the right of the hall.  It’s the first place I look every time I enter, and from that moment on it’s the place I avoid looking at for the rest of the meal.

           As I make my way over to Snow’s seat, I find myself stepping lightly and my heart starting to pick up, like I think I might get caught.  The involuntary adrenaline of the oncoming curse increases as I reach the spot. What luck that Snow hasn’t sat anywhere else since our first year.

           Pulling my wand from my pocket, I cast a quick look around the room to make sure no one has snuck up on me, and take a breath that reaches deep within my belly, igniting that familiar spark of magic.  I lower the wand to tap Snow’s plate.

“Tick tock, hard as rock,

Stone and glass and marble block,

Soft and fluffy cherry scone

To his teeth be hard as bone,

Any food to touch this face,

Toughness of cement encase,

And when hands do wash this plate,

Return then to your former state.”

           I don’t see any obvious change in the plate I’m cursing, but I know it will work.  The spark has fanned into a flame, dancing through the wand and sinking into the glass.

           It takes a few seconds longer for my magic to burn out and my heart rate to slow back down, but as soon as I feel it soften I turn and leave the dining hall.


When I return later, I do the same thing as I always do.  I glance at Snow’s seat to find it empty still, and then make my way to my own table on the far side of the room.  Dev and Niall are already there, and they both give me a silent nod as I slide into my seat.  I can’t help but look back at Snow’s table, my eyes darting from the door to where Bunce is already waiting and back again.

           “Everything alright?” Dev catches me scanning the crowd of students.  “You look jumpy.”

           “Didn’t get much sleep,” I tell him, and he shrugs like he doesn’t particularly care if I’m telling the truth or not.

           When Snow appears in the doorway, I automatically drop my gaze back down to my empty plate.  I don’t see him sit down at his spot, exchange pleasantries with Bunce, jump back up to retrieve the famed sour cherry scones from the front of the hall, and yet I still manage to see all of it.  It’s in my periphery, it’s constantly on the edge of my awareness, biting through the shell I keep trying to put up around myself.

           I can’t help but watch when he brings the first scone to his mouth.

           The effect is visibly immediate.  His eyes widen and his free hand flies to his mouth. Bunce looks concerned, and Snow is staring at the scone in betrayal.  Tentatively he goes in for another, much smaller bite.  Once again he is the picture of dismay.

           My tea for your scones, I think.  Fair.

           But he looks so miserable that it almost takes some of the fun out of it.

           I see Bunce drop one of her own scones onto his plate, and I can’t help snickering at her mistake when he can’t bite into that one, either.

           I remember to look anywhere else just as Snow casts a withering glare in my direction.

           We’re even, don’t you dare try to pull anything.

           But if we don’t settle it officially, he will do just that.

           I push my chair back from the table and stand, mumbling an excuse of “not hungry” before stalking to the doors.  I feel Snow’s eyes on me the whole way.

           When he catches up with me, I’m leaning casually against the stone wall just out of sight of the dining hall, my arms crossed, a bored expression smoothed onto my face.  Snow marches up to me, red-cheeked and scowling.

           “What the fuck did you do, Baz?” he growls, his tone accusatory.

           “Magic, Snow,” I tell him, not wasting time pretending it wasn’t me.  “It’s what we came to Watford to learn, did no one ever tell you?”

           “You spelled my food?” he says like it’s the worst offense in the world.

           “Cursed, actually, and it’s the plate, not the scones themselves.  That’s why Bunce couldn’t help you.”

           He backs off an inch or two, crossing his arms over his chest in a mimic of my own posture.  “So that’s how you want to play?”

           “Don’t peg this on me, Snow,” I raise an eyebrow at him, “you’re the one who had to start something.”

           “But you responded,” he retorts, a lock of bronze falling into his eyes, “and you made it personal.”

           “Because what could be more personal than scones?”

           “I’m not kidding, Baz.”  He takes a confrontational step closer and I’m glad no one is around to see my shoulders stiffen.  “This isn’t over.”

           Of course it’s not.  Because he’s Simon Snow and I’m Baz Pitch, and we’re enemies.  It can never just be “over” for us.

           So I lean as close as I dare, holding his blazing gaze in my own.  “Fine,” I murmur, “have it your way.”

           “It’s on.”

           “Your move.”

Unstoppable (3)

Genre: Romance, angst, (future smut)

Length: 1,6k

Characters: Kim Jongin, Oh Sehun, OC

Part: 3/?

Summary: “Meeting him was the start of something drastic in your life”

He had a handsome face no doubt, you could even dare to think that he was the most handsome guy you had seen in your life. His gaze was strong on you, his eyes were a typical brown color but so hypnotizing that it even made you feel intimidated, so you looked away your cheeks getting red in embarrassment. 

“What is girl like you doing out at this hour?” he chuckled, getting closer to you and his hands putting a little more force on your waist.

You started to stutter searching for the correct words to say, you didn’t know if you were stuttering because of your drunken self or the proximity of this unknown handsome man so you just said the first thing that came to your mind.

“You look like a carrot”

He started to laugh loudly at your words, of course you were drunken out of your mind, like they say little kids and drunk people always say the truth. 

He let go of your waist so you could sit again at the bench “Okay doll where do you live?” he asked sitting next you “I can't let a pretty girl like you alone at this hour of the night including that you’re very drunk” 

You scoffed, you didn’t want go nowhere you were alright there but then and a random stranger just comes here and takes the decision to take you home, no thank you. “Why should i tell you? For the record i don’t even know you, you handsome stranger”. He laughed again, the scene for him was hilarious. 

You opened your mouth to say something but that’s when your cellphone rang for nth time of the night, it was surely your sister, you didn’t answer before because you didn’t want to deal with anything right now, you just wanted it to be your drunken self and your broken heart. You were going to press decline when the phone was suddenly snatched from your hands before you could even do it.

“Hello” he answered. You immediately tried to reach out for the phone but of course had no success he grabbed both your hands with his free one to stop you. “She isn’t in the state to answer right now…” he looked at you watching how you struggled. “She’s at gwanggyo lake park… no, no don’t worry it’s late i can take her” 

“I don’t want you to take me anywhere, let me go!” you said starting to get desperate to get free. “I’m… a friend” he answered doubtedly at the person in the other line since it wasn’t even ten minutes since you just met.

“Friend my ass, let go of me!” he chuckled lightly at your words and just smirked at you.

“Okay i’ll take her there in thirty” and with that he ended the call and gave you your cellphone back, you tried to look at him with a mad face but to him you just looked adorable considering your state.

“Okay doll can you walk? I’m going to take you home” he stood up from his place and looked at you waiting for your answer. 

“I’m not going anywhere” your crossed your arms over your chest  answering confidently.

With that said he suddenly lift you up your place and charged you putting your body in one of his shoulders your face facing his back and started walking.

“HEY LET ME GO! LET ME DOWN YOU PERVERT!” You said shouting and hitting his back but he didn’t even budge a bit. 

You were starting to make a scene, there was a couple passing by and you shouted to them “HELP ME! SEND HELP! HELP ME THIS CARROT GUY IS… AH!” He suddenly put you on your feet again before you could finish and roughly pulled you by your waist making you be dangerously close to his face, you widened your eyes in surprise from the sudden roughness.

“Okay baby girl if you don’t want me to kiss you, make this easy and shut up or i’ll make you” His eyes looking at your lips for a moment, then raising them to look at your eyes. You just gulped and nodded your head in agreement. He chuckled and charged you in the position you were before and kept walking again.

You were already halfway from you house when he decided to speak. 

“Why are you this drunk love? Had a bad day?” You hesitated to answer since you didnt even know the guy, but you thought well maybe i might never see him in my life again so you why not?  

“Just a stupid guy that broke my heart” 

“He rejected you?”

“No, he cheated on me” The carrot guy just nodded his head in a comprehensive way, you couldn’t see though but you felt it. “I found out the day of our second anniversary what he was doing… and to think i was going to give into him how stupid” you added with a sigh. He knew you couldn't see him but he widened his eyes in surprise at what you said since you already looked old enough to still be a virgin. 

“There still a lot of guys out there doll don’t get yourself like this over a douchebag, not worth it” Your eyes filled up of tears at his words, you knew he wasn’t worth it but but still the ache in your heart couldn’t go easily away. 

“I know, but all i want is to be sincerely loved this time”


He put you on your feet since you were now in front of your house and you just sighed, preparing to get bombarded with questions from your sister.

“Okay doll is it here?” you agreed with your head and looked at him a bit pissed off that he brought you here, you would prefer that he’d taken you to Ji Won’s instead but your sister had chosen a great timing to call.

You were a bit sobered up already so you could walk without falling down at the first try but you still held yourself on the wall next to you so you be secure you wouldn’t fall, you made a goodbye motion with your hand and turned around to head towards the door when the carrot guy suddenly pulled you back at him hitting his chest. 

“Don’t i get at least a thank you reward? You're quite heavy” He chuckled a bit smirking at you. 

“I-i never asked you to bring me here, so i’m not giving you anything” You said avoiding his gaze since he was making you feel nervous all of a sudden. 

“Fine, i’ll claim it myself then” You turned your head to look at him in confusion and thats when he pushed your back to the wall and connected his lips to yours. At first you didn’t answer his kiss from the surprise but slowly you just gave in.

The kiss was full with passion, it wasn’t rough and desperate but instead it was delicate and slow, one of his hands went to your ass and gripped it making you gasp in surprise and with that he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. You never had a kiss so experienced and with so much passion for sure this handsome stranger was giving you the best kiss you ever had in your life.

You both started to separate from the lack of air. The hand that was previously in your ass crept up to hold your cheek and said darkly.

“My name is Oh Sehun, don’t forget it love” he let go you slowly almost careful like if you were made of glass and went away. 

To say you were shocked wasn’t enough… what a day. 


You woke up and turned off your alarm, you saw the hour and it was 7:30 a.m. you didn’t have to go to school since it was saturday but you had to go to help at the veterinary store your uncle owned, you sighed in exhaustion, your head hurt and you felt like vomiting but you tried to ignore it and went to the shower to get ready. 

You already finished showering when you remembered what happened last night, you were still in shock of course how wouldn’t you, it was such a rollercoaster of emotions yesterday since what happened with jongin, you getting drunk and lastly that kiss with the stranger. “My name is Oh Sehun, don’t forget it love” you shivered at the memory of his last words, you were so deep in thought that you jumped a bit when you cellphone rang.

“Uncle Yixing” you readshit you were late so you just ignored the call and put on a pair of shoes and hurriedly got out of your house and towards the veterinary store. 

“You’re late y/n” Yixing said cleaning one of the shelves, while you walked past him leaving your stuff on the counter. 

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again” You said turning to look at him smiling a bit embarrassed. 

“You said that last week y/n” He sighed. “But just forget it, there's a lot of work today can you pass me Vivi?” You furrowed your eyes in confusion and was about to ask what Vivi was but you then heard a bark and that’s when you turned back to look at the cute dog that was leashed. 

“She’s so cute!” You sat next to the dog and started petting her forgetting what Yixing had requested before.

“You mean he” You looked at him confused “He? But that’s girl's name, what kind of ignorant person would name his dog like that?” 

“I would” You turned your head to the door to see who had responded and then gasped in surprise. 

Latte au's (part 1)

So while I’ve been working on the latte fic, I have been thinking about a lot of different modern latte au’s. so I thought maybe I should share them with you guys!


Matt is finishing up his final year of college graduating with a doctorate in bioengineering. His best friend Shiro invites him and his sister to a recital his orchestra is doing. But Matt has never really been into music, only really going to Shiro’s performances because his sister made him go. Just as luck would have it, Pidge forces her brother to go to the recital. Matt of course is pretty grumpy at this, complaining that he’s going to be behind in his studies (not really, but he just really can’t understand the appeal to stuff like this. No offense Shiro.) but as the recital starts, Matt notices that there seems to be a new member to Shiro’s orchestra. It’s not hard to tell he’s new, since he’s the only darkly tan one out of the entire ensemble. That’s probably the first time Matt has ever sit still through an entire song, and then when the next one is about to be played; tall, tan and gorgeous stands up and takes a position by the microphone. He then begins to play the most hauntingly beautiful piece Matt has ever heard. Through the entire performance, his eyes are on this tan violin god.

After the performance, Matt meets up with Shiro ,as usual, and starts asking questions about who the violinist is. Shiro automatically gives himself smirk and merely says “why not ask him yourself?” And points to said person running up to them, waving at Shiro. Matt learns that his name is Lance and that he’s supposedly a violin prodigy. Though he doesn’t really like it when people boast about it.

Matt is left staring wide eyed at the kid, trying to figure out what to say to try and make a good impression. Of course, Lance notices and asks him if there is something on his face, to which Matt’s immediate reply is “no, but I’d love to.” (You can rip this headcanon from my cold dead hands) Lance laughs and gives Matt his number and his name, telling to call him if he wants to meet up and maybe grab some coffee.

And it’s the start to a beautiful relationship. They will send each other memes constantly, having entire conversations with them. At the beginning of the relationship, both boys would tell each other cheesy pick up lines any chance they got (they still do it, but it’s not as bad as when they were both pining messes trying to impress the other) Whenever Lance gets out of rehearsal, he will hang out with Matt and listen to him ramble on about his thesis or his most recent project, and follows along to his train of thought pretty well, asking good questions about his work at appropriate times.

And Matt will listen to Lance practicing his violin or ranting about how his newest piece is such a pain in the ass (even though he’s already played through it at least once since he got to Matt’s apartment.) he’ll even bring some of his own pieces in and work on them, talking out loud to Matt about crescendos, sharps and flats and “how a triplet would make this part so much better than a slide”. And even though he doesn’t really get any music terms that Lance rambles on about, Matt loves hearing Lance talk about music; loves the emotion that he puts into every single note.

anonymous asked:

Pegging anon here again XD I hope you guys don't mind if i keep requesting (I just love you so much) Well...I was thinking about Zen playing with MC (tickles or smth like that) while them has gum in their mouth and oops. It came out. And then... you know... OMG MC, MY RAT TAIL D: yup, it seems someone needs a haircut. If you could write something like that with RFA+ V + Saeran + Vanderwood (Everyone with undercuts? omg i can't breathe) it would be great. Again, Thank you ♥

A/N: Welcome back pegging anon (๑ゝڡ◕๑) totally took inspiration for zens from you sorry but also a lil not sorry because it was a good idea xD We absolutely do not mind! Thank you for loving us, we love you too ^^! <3 SORRY IF THIS GOT TOO LONG I CAN’T HELP MYSELF (but omg can you imagine them with undercuts? quick someone make fan art) ~Admin 404


           -It was an innocent game of Twister or was it? wink wonk

           -He was showing you how good he was at the game! And he was winning!

           -Right foot red? GOTCHA


           -He slipped and accidently hit you in the chin, which caused you to yelp in pain

           -“OH MY GOD, MC??? ARE YOU OKAY??? OMG I’M SO SORRY!!!”

           -He’s busy worrying about you, but you were looking around for the gum you had in your mouth. Where the hell did it go???

           -When he goes to rub the back of his head and apologize for the 47th time, he feels something sticky

           - ew wtf is this oh mY GOD MC PLEASE TELL ME ITS NOT YOUR BLOOD OR ANYTHING?????

           -You check it out for him, and…

           -“Oh.. well uh, there’s the gum I’ve been looking for, haha….”

           -…your….your what

           -You immediately drag him to a barber shop to get it fixed up

           -Pouting because??? He now has to get his hair cut? It took him SO LONG to grow it out!

           -Pouting too much to even tell the barber what he wants done to his hair, so you have to decide for him

           -At the end it looks like fine??? Like, now he has a little floof on the top!

           -When he sees it short in the back with a star etched into it???


           -Always tracing the star when he’s trying to think or focus on something

           -5000000% Putty in your hands if YOU trace the star lightly


           -The two of you were relaxing at home, so he decided to leave his hair down!

           -Get into the relaxed spirit!

           -He had been messing with you all. day.

           -Cooking? Comes in and tickles you from behind.

           -Washing dishes? Comes in and pokes your sides until you’re a laughing mess on the floor

           -You were SO. ON. EDGE.

           -He calmed down hours later, so you thought it was safe to chew on some gum, just to take your mind off of watching your back from the literal tickle monster in your house

           -At one point, he stepped incorrectly and you could hear the floor creak from behind you

           -So you took the opportunity to get your revenge!

           -You whip around and tackle him to the ground, tickling up and down his sides until he’s literally gasping for breath and is red in the face

           -You let him cool down, but you stay hovering over him

           - big mistake

           -Just when you thought you had your revenge, his hands were back at your sides, tickling you back!

           - big mistake part 2

           -You couldn’t get away fast enough! You ended up a laughing mess

           -Until you feel your gum fall out of your mouth and

           -P A N I C P A N I C PA NI C PANIC

           -He stops immediately and almost starts crying right then and there when he realizes it’s in his hair

           -It takes an hour of crying to drag him to the barber to get it fixed up


           -So you sit him down and talk to him about getting an undercut

           -“Zen, if the barber cuts just the bottom layer, it gets the gum out, and your hair will still be long-ish! It’ll just be short on the sides, the top will be longer, and you can tie it up if you want!”

           -Agrees because he can still keep his hair at least semi-long, it’ll just be a secret undercut

           -His hair goes down to his shoulders now rip the rat tail

           - you get it done too because holy hell you felt TERRIBLE




           - pls baehee it was an accident

           -You didn’t mean to fall asleep with gum in your mouth!!! But you were so EXHAUSTED!!!

           -She was just as exhausted when she came home! She didn’t notice either!

           -She woke up the next morning to something sticking to the back of her neck?

           -‘Did I sweat that much in my sleep last night???’

           -When she looks in the mirror and sees that it’s gum, she calmly woke you up


           -“MC? Did you sleep with gum in your mouth last night? I believe it’s found its way into my hair.”




           -She has to calm you down and invites you to the beauty parlor with her, to get a new hair cut

           -Goes for her previous hair style, the short cut


           -So you suggest getting it slightly shorter, but with a secret undercut tattoo instead of all of it short!

           -Once you explain what an undercut is exactly, she’s really liking the idea!!!

           -“MC! Would you get a matching one with me?”

           -So the two of you got cute matching undercut pieces of intricate lotus designs!


           -Makes sure to wear her hair up as often as possible because she loves it that much

           - also makes sure you aren’t sleeping with gum in your mouth anymore

           -Offers to do your hair for you so she has an excuse to trace your undercut


           -You asked him if your younger cousins could come visit!

           -He obviously couldn’t say no to you! You looked too cute asking him!

           -Well that and he loved you, jfc, he’d get you anything you asked for

           -What he DIDN’T KNOW, however, was how ANNOYING your cousins were!!!

           -They’d be perfect little angels when you were around! But the MOMENT you walked through the door threshold, they were DEMONS


           -Seriously considered making a few bodyguards come into the penthouse to play with them

           -But!!! He didn’t do that!

           -He had to get along with them! They were important to you!

           -He kept reminding himself that he needed to get along with them

           -That thought was thrown out of the window the moment one of them purposefully stuck gum to the back of his head

           - literally just smacked it to the back of his head

           -Couldn’t even get angry. Couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t make any facial expression.

           -Complete blank, Jumin.exe has stopped working

           -You happened to walk in the moment it happened and you disciplined your cousins

           -How dare they do that to your JuJu!!

           -You sent them home and spent almost an hour trying to get Jumin to respond to ANYTHING

           -He didn’t say anything, but took you by the hand, making you accompany him to fix his hair

           - expensive ass hair dresser omg

           -He has no idea how to fix this. REALLY doesn’t want his hair short, but that’s all the hair dresser kept suggesting

           -Before he got angry at the hair dresser, you suggest an undercut, that way he can keep some of his floof!

           -You even suggested getting a cute design in it!!

           -“But MC, would it be professional?”

           -Well, I mean, maybe???

           -“But Jumin, you could get a cute little kitty design! I think it’ll be super cute!”

           -That’s it, hands down, MC said “kitty” and said they’ll think it’s cute, HE’S GETTING IT

           -Honestly loves it when he sees it, and requests you take a picture for him totally not because it’d be blurry if he did

           -No fucks given if it isn’t professional, he’ll give dirty looks to whoever talks badly about it

           - lowkey talks MC into getting one too because he goes insane when he sees them with the kitty undercut


           -He doesn’t even need to get gum in his hair to get an undercut

           -He just really wants one!!!

           -He’s no longer part of the agency! He can do whATEVER HE WANTS

           -Was going to tell you

           -Was going to take you along

           -But decided surprising you was a lot more fun!

           -So he gets it done in secret, and comes home, calling for you

           -The moment you see him, you grab the closest lamp and hold it defensively beCAUSE THAT’S NOT YOUR CURLY-HAIRED GOOFBALL


           - mc wtf are you gonna do with a lamp pls, it’s me

           -He didn’t get it cut extremely short, it’s still pretty shaggy in actuality

           -But it took you a minute to register that, wow that’s Saeyoung


           -10/10 LOVE running your hands through it omg

           -When you get to the back of his head, you can feel the patterns of a spaceship and a few stars

           -“Okay but what did you expect me to get MC??? IT’S SPACE!!!!”

           -The sensation he gets when you run your hands over the shorter hairs immediately gives him chills

           - dear god dont do it in public

           -He’s so excited! It’s a shorter kind of shaggy than he’s used to, but!

           -It’s not in his eyes! It’s lighter on his head!


           -Tries his hardest to talk you into getting one too

           -“At least get a secret one MC!!! We can make a whole GALAXY if we just put our heads together, HA”

           - pls help me

           -The other members think it’s odd, but also very….Saeyoung-like

           -When you see him run a hand through his newly-found short shag, you dIE INSIDE

           -BECAUSE IT’S SO HOT???

           -Like the shag was amazing before don’t get me wrong but there’s juST SOMETHING ABOUT IT?????

           - I dunno if y'all know but sometimes with curly hair, if you cut it short, it gets evEN CURLIER WHY IS THAT A THING

           -That being said, his hair is even curlier than before!!!!

           - admin 404 requests some fan art of short shaggy-haired saeyoung, stat


           - hipster

           - wish i was kidding

           -but i am not

           -He didn’t get it just to do it though!

           -The two of you were innocently taking pictures at a local park!

           -He was the one taking pictures of you, but this time you decided it was your turn!

           -So you take a few candid ones, but just to play around, you pretend to be him

           -“Okay V, pose just like that, yes! Now tilt your head just a bit- PERFECT! Now look up and to the left? NICE, STAY LIKE THAT”

           -He couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you were

           -There’s nothing that could wipe the smile on his face!

           -Except…maybe… one thing

           -When he laid down on top of a short brick wall for a picture, he didn’t anticipate to lay his head straight down onto a wad of gum;;;;;

           - poor bby omg

           -You got really upset and started cursing the gum, the wall, the person who put it there, thE RISING COLLEGE TUITIONS IN AMERICA!

           - mc, sweetheart, it’s just an accident please stop trying to blame the american government for gum in my hair

           -The two of you decide to spend the rest of the day getting the gum out of his hair

           -Easy solution: Getting a hair cut

           -So the two of you go to the closest barber to get it done!

           -He asks what you think he should get done, and you recommended an undercut!

           -He can keep the floof, still have his side-swept bangs, and it’ll be all good!

           -Loved your idea! So he went with it!

           -When it was over with and he got a good look at it, he loved it even more!

           -Truly appreciates your opinion and is exceptionally happy at the large smile on your face!!!

           -He likes the feeling of when you run your hands through the top, but likes the look you get on your face more

           -For a good day or so, asks you to take more pictures of him and his haircut!



           -You were running from Saeyoung since you took the last PhD. Pepper

           -So you needed protection!

           -Who do you go for when you need protecting?

           - Edgelord McGee Saeran!

           -You almost tackled him to the ground before hiding behind him as Saeyoung ran into the room behind you



           -Why the hell were the two of you yelling? He crossed his arms and glared at his brother

           -“Hey, idiot, leave her alone. It’s just a drink, geez.”


           - Uh yeah okay whatever

           -He just stood there while the both of you bickered and he decided he had enough

           -He started to walk out of the room when he felt something hit the back of his head?

           -It didn’t hurt but something is definitely in his hair

           -You went to spit your gum at Saeyoung (like a child) and the fuCKER DUCKED


           -When he turned around, he saw the look of horror on both of your faces, before Saeyoung had to leave the room because he was about to laugh not about to die today lmao peace MC

           -Slowly raised his hand to the spot in his hair and realized it was the gum you were chewing a little bit ago

           -Goes completely blank. His resting bitch face becomes very apparent

           -No death glare, just…. blank

           -So you apologize profusely!! Offer to take him to get his hair cut!!!

           - okay but i dont wanna do that MC


           -He usually cuts his own hair, so having someone do it is very odd for him

           -Not to mention some person he doesn’t know is coming at him with a sharp object

           -You actually have to hold his hand so he doesn’t like, attack the hair dresser

           -Doesn’t know how to feel when he sees the short hair, he liked the shaggy mess he had

           -He decides that he can deal with it though when he sees how much you love it!

           -You’re almost running your hand through the longer hair on the top, and you lightly run them over the shorter sides and it drives him CRAZY

           -The sensations kill him, he blushes like mad and just sits in silence because???? What the hell is he supposed to do??? He doesn’t want you to stop

           - Still punches Saeyoung when he gets home though because it’s all his fault


           -Okay, listen,,,,,,

           -It wasn’t even your fault!!!

           -You’re just the one who pointed it out!

           -During their mission, wherever they were hiding had the gum there, okay?

           -“MC, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” okay but i just said i didnt?

           -Knows it wasn’t your fault but they’re just like???? So lost?

           -Super angry because they can’t shower now!!!!

           -Complains until you drag them to get their hair cut

           -PISSED because they like their long hair!!! UHG

           -Spends about an hour looking through the options and declines all of them

           -You show them a picture of someone with an undercut and they immediately pointed it out

           -“That one. I like that. Think I can pull it off?”

           -Yes, yes you can

           -They were calm throughout the whole thing, you thought they were going to put up a fight when the hair dresser came at them with scissors

           -Makes you leave so they can surprise you with the big reveal at the end!

           -You honestly didn’t recognize them, even when they were standing right in front of you

           -“Hey there sweetheart”

           -“Sorry I’m taken”

           -“Uh yeah, by me, idiot”

           -When you look up, hoOOO BOY



           -Since you didn’t say anything, they started to really worry that it looked bad

           -500% ready to go back and fight the hair dresser

           -You stood up abruptly and scared them a little, but as soon as you run your hand through their hair and down the side of their face lightly, they calm down and smile

           -“So? What do you think? Is it terrible?”

           -10/10 have to reassure them multiple times throughout the rest of the say that they look great and it really suits them!!!

           -Embarrassed every time you tell them they look fan-fucking-tastic

anonymous asked:

You can't just point out the knob fondling then not expand on it Tink! Come ooonnn, you're killing me!

I mean… what do you want me to expand on really? :p

I was kinda just being cracky but yeah there is a reason behind these choices. I always ask WHY did something happen on the show, because this isn’t real life, everything that happens and is chosen to be shown on screen happens because a conscious choice was made to do something, and that choice was made for a reason, to show the audience something. Sure occasionally these choices are an actor choice and / or not necessarily showing us anything particularly huge or even can just be plain wrong (I’m looking at you J2 changing the Game of Thrones reference around, still bitter), but when it’s something that is consistently in the subtext that is different, that’s there for a reason.

That’s what is so great about fiction. Also about this show in particular where subtext is literally the bedrock of the story and has been since the pilot (eg. the Sam / Dean relationship. Sam’s whole arc “ending” in Swan Song is based on all the subtext of his story since the pilot, the WHOLE SHOW uses subtext all the time and builds the actual text on it, this isn’t just about Destiel).

Originally posted by phangirl-landphil

Cas is fondling a knob and Dean is fondling his shoulder. Both for no apparent reason. Dean stops immediately when he sees Sam.

These are choices that were made for the visual storytelling of the scene. A scene in an episode where Dean / Cas were framed as parents to Claire (with cool uncle Sammy teaching her to break the rules), bickering like an old married couple whilst having also shopped for Claire’s present together off screen, having just last episode with Claire had an in depth emotional conversation that was framed as romantic and having defended each other to Claire (“Cas…he saved the world”, “well maybe theres a little monster in all of us”).

All this for *reasons*.

So I just add this to the large bank of “wtf-ery” of Dean / Cas that makes no sense if you don’t read them as awkwardly falling in love despite themselves and the whole show building this story in various tiny and huge ways with small moments like this, the 9x09 flirting, Dean adding a second bedside table to his room when Cas is human, the lip licking and boner scene etc etc etc.

These are all small moments that are surrounded by and build up to the big moments like “I rebelled for you”, “I did all of it for you”, “I did it to protect you”, “he was your boyfriend first” “the one whose in love with you”, “I’m not leaving here without you”, “I need you”, “he’s in love…with humanity” and “my fathers creation, you can’t help but represent that for me”, “everyone you love… except me”, “it’s not an it Sam, it’s CAS”, “what about Cas?”, “your human weakness”… 

… “I love you”.

Oh and all the times they’re canonically paralleled to romantic couples too.

Oh and all the times Sam is like wtf is my life having to deal with these two repressed dorks pulling bitch faces and raising his eyebrows at them.

It’s all just pieces of a puzzle. A puzzle that if it doesn’t come together to create a beautiful picture of a love story between these two characters makes literally no sense because that’s what each individual piece represents and builds towards. It’s like having a puzzle with pieces that all create a beachside sunrise and saying nope that’s just not what this is, I see all your yellow and gold puzzle pieces with actual sunbeams and I see the sand and yes it might appear to look like a sunrise and yeah it might be on a beach but… it’s not… 


indieharry  asked:

1. um? you super didn't need to post that bb harry pov of the night he called. rude and uncalled for. blocked and reported. that hurt. 2. i keep rereading the last chapter over and over because it's just the most sickeningly sweet and heart-wrenching thing i've ever read. can't wait for harry to give minnie the book, what a fucking relief (i bet it's not that simple are lucy after all...)


“Why don’t you like her?” I hissed.

“I don’t not like her.” She tried, her voice breaking.



My anger disappeared immediately.
But the feeling that was twisting around in my gut in that moment, was ripping me apart. It was torturing me and killing me within the first damn second of hearing her say it. I could feel this physical ache on my heart, clutching and scratching and pulsing the agony around my body with each beat.
This was worse than anger.
Fuck, this was worse than anything I’d ever felt.

“What did you just say?” My voice was quiet as I asked to hear her say it again.

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i just wanna talk about that lance and allura moment near the end of the season finale because it’s making me very emotional. (quick disclaimer: these are just my thoughts/interpretations immediately after watching the scene. i haven’t watched anything past this scene yet and will still not be done with season 4 at the end of this ramble. also, i’ve been awake for 28 hours and have a head cold so if my sentences don’t make sense at any point, that’s why. last thing! i haven’t read anyone else’s thoughts or commentary on this scene so idk if anything is similar to a more popular analysis/word vomit.) now onto the rambling!

lance had realized that allura’s magical abilities could get them out of naxzela and its strong gravitational pull. none of them, not even allura, knew how she could use her magic to save the balmera or power the castle, but lance just believed in her and her abilities. and that’s all either of them needed.

lance’s belief and trust in allura was all he needed to convince her that she could save them. that trust and belief in turn made allura more confident in herself. as the audience, we know that lance struggles with his place on team voltron, so he draws from his own experience to further reassure allura and build up her confidence:

both lance and allura experienced the same doubts and insecurities being rejected by the lions they wanted to pilot (red for allura and black, then later blue, for lance). they were switched around from the roles they wanted to be in to the ones they were less inclined to take up. but they both had to learn that these lions chose them for a reason. there’s more to those reasons of course (which is an analysis for another day), but lance’s little monologue/pep talk sums them up nicely in allura’s case:

he’s so confident in her and gives her “proof” that this is what she is meant to be doing. her untrained magic is one thing, but lance convinces her she can use it now to save them because she was chosen. allura is the heart of voltron because she brought the team together and shared every moment of the fight against zarkon with them. and maybe lance says what he does with such conviction to persuade allura’s magic to “awaken” out of a sense of purpose rather than just “we need it right now so use it”. but, he knows that forcing it won’t do any good and he genuinely does believe allura is the heart of voltron, or he wouldn’t say it was all her:

this is the part where i get even more emotional because they’re both validating each other here and they both need the validation. allura validates lance by showing her gratitude to him; she couldn’t have done it without him. while lance wants her to know that she has always had the power in her and didn’t necessarily need his help. they both respect each other as equals and i just really love that this scene emphasizes their mutual respect

The big day

  • Writing this brought tears to my eyes. Idk if it was the songs that were playing but idk… Good night/morning/evening/afternoon

“How do I look?” I turned around to Toni.

“Sweet pea is gonna be so shocked.” She said looking me up and down. Today was sweet pea and I’s wedding. He asked me on the day we went stargazing on my birthday. Of course I said yes.

“What if he has second thoughts?” I ask while my mother is talking with someone at the door.

“He won’t. He loves you and you love him. You two are meant to be.” I nod looking at myself. I couldn’t help but smile. I’ve been dreaming of this day. The day I get married to the one I love.

“Don’t forget your jacket.” My mother says before I walked out. Toni, my sister and my bestie walked out in front of me and then I walked out.

We decide to have it at my grandparents house since they couldn’t go to Riverdale. They were a big part in my life and it wouldn’t be the same. They had a huge house and huge backyard so we could only fit the close family.

I walked to the back of door and saw my dad waiting. “Your beautiful. Your growing up too fast.” I looked up at him.

“Dad your going to make me cry.” I try to hold the tears in. My sister goes first then my best friend and then Toni.

“You ready?” I smile nodding. I walk up the petaled aisle and saw sweet pea standing there. He looked great in his black jeans and white shirt with his leather serpent jacket.

I reached the top and kissed my father on the cheek and sweet pea led me to the preacher.

“We are garthered here today to untie two opposite who have found love.” I stared in sweet pea’s eyes and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to marry him.

“Do you Y/N take Sweet pea as your husband?” I smile at him and nod.

“Do you Sweet pea take Y/N as your wife?” He nods with the most perfect smile.

“Well they wanted to skip the vows so you may kiss the bride.” Sweet pea pulls me by the waist and kisses me. He pulls away with everyone cheering. We walk down the aisle and walk back into the house. I change my dress to something shorter and more free. We wait till everyone is seated and enter the dinning area. We get served our food and watch the bride of honor and best man walk up for speeches.

“So for all who don’t know me I’m Y/N sister and I just wanna say something. Hurt her and I’ll brake your neck and feed them to the shark tank in the zoo.” Everyone laughs and so do I. Like she could try.

“When Y/N came home all happy I was sort of suspicious because she is never happy. I asked her and she immediately told me not to tell mum and dad. She said she met the most cutest boy and all she wanted to was talk about his smile, hair, jacket, height. Anything that involved him she had something to say. Or though she left out the part he lived on the south side and was a serpent. Living in a Northside community Southside wasn’t the greatest place. She would sneak out at night to see him and sneak him in through the window. I could hear him saying it was too far to jump. All I thought was I can’t wait till the day she gets caught having a boyfriend. My mother had got home earlier and we were all home. By all I mean Me, Y/N, Sweet pea, Toni, Jughead and Fangs. She walked in and saw them two cuddling and flipped. She yelled and everything. She even punched him in the face. He recovered and then my dad came home earlier and he got punched again.” My side of the family laughed.

“He should that if he could get punched in the face twice and still be able to get back up he could take care of their baby girl. Soon he got on their good side and now we are at their wedding.” Fangs was next and he said basically the next part.

“We walked into whyte wyrm and FP asked what had happened. Toni and I laughed as Sweet pea just walked off. We told him he got hit by his Northside girlfriends parents and he did laugh slightly but soon went to comfort him while we found an ice pack.” Lots of people did speeches and they were all so lovely. We all had fun and now it was time for our first dance as a married couple.

He leads me out to the dance floor and the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran plays. We danced in sync with the music. My head was on his cheat with his on my head. Soon everyone joined and we all danced the night like nothing. Before it ended Sweet pea asked for everyone’s attention.

“My beautiful bride. I love you so much and I can’t wait for what the future holds for us. When I first met you when Jughead brought you over I thought you were one of those stuck up Northside who blames Southside for everything bad happens to Riverdale but you were the complete opposite. You didn’t care where we grew up. You didn’t care I was a serpent. A gang with a reputation that kills and sells drugs. You just thought of me as a guy who was Jughead friend and now a guy hat is lucky enough to be your husband. I know I said this before but I love you more than words could express and I know you love me too.” I stood there crying happy tears. He walks down and kisses me and wipes the tears away.

“Couple goals!” My best friend yells and I laugh at her.

“Thank you for making me the most happiest man in this universe.”

how luke cage s2 should have ended:
  • take it from episode 4 minute 13 and 50 seconds
  • Shades: tell me about Bush Muster. If I don't know I can't protect you
  • Mariah: ...well I thought about keeping it for myself, for drama you know, but now that I think about it I already trust you with all my secrets and with my life so.. :my grandfather and a jamaican guy started Harlem's Paradise and BushMaster's RUM (TM) together but it ended with them killing eachother.
  • His wife came to my granny for half of the club but she set her and her son of fire.
  • Shades: ...I was right. He is here to kill you
  • Mariah: yes he's the surivived son. He surely wants revenge
  • Shades: Why would you have kept this info for yourself??!
  • Mariah: well I was scar-
  • Comanche: stupid!
  • Mariah: Hey! GET OUT!
  • Shades: Chill. We're taking care of this thing togerther.
  • Comanche: We should kill that jamaican before he tries to kill us.
  • *Mariah would agree, but since Comanche came out with that idea she could never makes him look clever*
  • Mariah: What? Are you completly stupid? I don't want to start a war with the Jamaicans!
  • Shades: So what do you want to do?
  • Mariah: I'll prove him I'm nothing like Mabel. I'll talk to him. If, and only IF things go wrong we kill him. *She looks at Comanche* You're not in prison anymore. This is not how you do business. I'll invite him to the inauguration!
  • *Shades and Comanche leave*
  • *fades to black*
  • *two weeks later*
  • *Mariah is showing around Family First Clinic to Bush Master*
  • Mariah: And this is-*she turns but Bush Master is gone and she starts looking for him*
  • *Opens some random doors till she finds him flirting with Tilda. sighs*
  • Mariah: So you met our medical director.
  • John: yes. We already knew eachother. I'm surprised you would work with her *points to Mariah* I thought you were a good person
  • Tilda: To be fair I didn't expect this too but here I can help people.
  • *BushMaster takes that in consideration. He still wants to destroy Mariah but he has all the time he wants. Also she proved him she's nothing like her family. He nods and decide to give Mariah a try*
  • *Shades and Comanche are having lunch together*
  • Hernan: I'm glad Mariah's Foundation inauguration was a success. We won't have anymore problems with gangsters or that kind of shit.
  • Comanche: yeah.. right..I was wrong about her. Maybe she's not as bad as I thought...*takes a deep breath* There's something I have to tell you..
  • Hernan: ...Just because I'm with her it doesn't mean that I don't lo-
  • Comanche: It's not it. I.. I'm a snitch. I've been spying on you. I'm sorry..
  • Hernan: *takes off shades* What!?
  • Comanche: I know what you're thinking. But I didn't had anyother choice. Prison was killing me. I had to leave. I didn't told'em anything that matters. I wanted to make an agreement for you t-
  • Hernan: SHUT! UP! *sighs*
  • *Comanche sits in silence. His partner dosen't look at him*
  • Hernan: what do they have against you?
  • Comanche: ..the police chief.. he-he said he could have me in prison for the rest of my life.
  • Hernan: That's it? Gosh! You're an idiot!! You should have told me immediately. I'll call Mariah's lawyer. He'll get you out of trouble.
  • Comanche: God! I thought you would have killed me for that!
  • Hernan: *looks at him in silence then wispers*I would never hurt you.
  • Comanche: Thank you. I -
  • Hernan: Please! I'm still mad at you. And I'll be for a long time.
  • *3 Months later*
  • *A romantic blues can be heard from the outside of Harlem's Paradise*
  • *Mariah is checking her bank account. She's VERY wealthy now. Her ganster's life is over; the guns business sold. Her family name clean; no more enemies. The past is done with her. The police has nothing against her anymore. She's free. She can now focus on helping the people of her beloved Harlem. A relaxed smile on her face. Mariah closes her laptop and moves towards the windows to look at the people at Harlem's Paradise. She can see John and Tilda sitting and chatting in the vip's sofas*
  • Darius: So, how is it to be a millionaire's boyfriend?
  • Hernan: It's not that bad. *smiles playfully* Do YOU like it?
  • Darius: *blushes and mumbles a yes*
  • *they both laugh and then slowly lean in for a kiss*
  • *fades to the singer and back to Mariah's office*
  • *Hernan enters the room*
  • Mariah: I still don't know what you see in him
  • Hernan: *chuckles* I care about both you. Why are you jelous, I let you keep Alex.
  • Mariah: ...Alex is nothing compared to you.
  • Hernan: feelings are not a competion. But if it makes you feel better: I'm completely devoted to you.
  • *they kiss*
  • *back to the crowd at the club*
  • Claire: Wow. Sunglasses guy is a REAL latin lover
  • Luke: yeah.. I really didn't wanted to know. Actually I think I'm done here.
  • Misty : What?! No! We must find a way to make them answer to the law for their actions. Candence..
  • Claire: They're out of the criminal life now. We can't do anything. I know you still feel guilty about Candence death but it's not your fault. That's in the past. You have to move on
  • Misty: Oh my god Claire! I don't want revenge I want justice. Stop trying to shrink me!
  • Luke: I know right? she keeps doing it with me too!
  • Claire: I'm trying to help you! You should really go to see your father.
  • Luke: You keep not listening to me! Are you?
  • Claire: What? All I'm doing is showing you two how to have a better life
  • Misty: Really!?
  • Sugar: I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave; or I'll have to call the police
  • Misty: I'm the police you assh-
  • *Luke grabs both Claire and Misty*
  • Luke: sorry. we're leaving now.
  • *the trio leaves the club. streets are peaceful*
  • Claire: all I'm saying is that things could have been a lot worse. With Mariah and with your father.
  • Luke and Misty: Like how?
  • Claire: Mariah is NOW doing good, she helps people with her clinic. There's not a war on the streets like it was before. I know she did terrible things but maybe she's changed now.
  • Misty: What?
  • Claire: YES. People change in their life. So did your father Luke. He knows he made a mistake in leaving you alone in prison. But now he's back. If he really never cared he would have never came here for you-
  • Luke: well, maybe my father is not horrible. But how can you excuse Mariah?!
  • Claire: I don't. But..
  • Misty: But what?
  • Claire: But have you seen her face everytime Shades kiss his boyfriend? She's going to live in that hell for the rest of her life probably
  • *They laugh. There's no more tension beetween them*
  • Luke: *sarcastically* If I were Mariah I don't know if I could live like that
  • Misty: you mean as the owner of a club?
  • Luke: Yeah. That must be a terrible job. When does she sleep?
  • *Smiles on their face they keep walking on the streets of Harlem. They're all holding hands*
  • *fades to black*
  • *roll credits*
  • *it's early morning. A modest house in Harlem. A door opens. A huge man throws his tie and his jacket on the chair next to his bed. He changes his clothes to more confortable ones. He can finally rest after a long working night.*
  • *A baby cries from the next room*
  • *A woman wakes up*
  • Sugar: I got it baby.
  • *Sugar leaves his bedroom and enters his child nursery. Holds his baby kindly.*
  • Sugar's wife* from the doorstep*: She's like you. She doesn't sleep at night.
  • *Sugar's wife gets closer and hugs her man. They kiss.*
  • Sugar's wife: How was work?
  • Sugar: I threw Luke Cage out!
  • *He laughs*
  • Sugar's wife: No way!
  • *They chuckles*
  • *fades to black*
  • the next 7 episodes are about Mariah trying to redeem herself in front of Harlem. Family first also takes care of beaten women...well takes care of their husbands too
It’s Okay to be Sad

Summary: Arin’s always a source of happiness and positivity. But even the happiest people can have the worst days.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, (platonic) Egobang

Warnings: mentions of bad mental health days

A/N: Well, guess who’s a fucking idiot and wrote this in April, then proceeded to never post it? This dumbass. But I think I remember this, because I wrote it at a very low point in my mental health. I was homesick and sad and felt so lonely at the time. This fic has a lot of feelings poured into it, and I really do love it, so I hope you guys enjoy. Let me know what you think.

The office was eerily quiet.

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dealingishard  asked:

Do you do the thing where you crave things you are allergic to in a self destructive way? When I am depressed I don't eat for a long time and then binge eat all the things that I can't eat and then feel even worse. I can't figure out how to stop other than not having the food around (which is hard because my roommate is allergic to nothing) do you have any suggestions?

I legitimately crave meat every now and then, and a whole bunch of other shit I know I can’t have. 

For me I’ve been able to Not Do The Thing because giving in can literally make me ill for weeks and I’d rather just not deal with that anymore or risk having to stabbing myself with an epi pen, but if it helps to know, there are some theories that when you have food intolerances and allergic issues certain things are going on in your body which make a batshit kind of sense. 

Allow me to paraphrase wildly here, basically the there was a study recently that suggested that eating small, tiny tiny amounts of the thing you are allergic to (usually done under medical supervision) can help boost your tolerance and eliminate the issue, so now some researchers are proposing the idea that when your body is craving things you shouldn’t have, it might actually be trying to “fix” itself. This is wildly under explained but yea, there’s some science to back up why we possibly crave foods we are allergic to, and it’s got nothing to do with “I’m a self destructive piece of shit, witness me!”

The body can also become addicted to cortisol, and get wired up wrong so that it finds the stress hormone soothing, so that might also be another reason, again this was stuff I read recently in a fairly new study so I dunno how concrete it is, but it makes me feel better about my body going “you know what we should eat, red meat slapped between two slices of wheat product, boy doesn’t death sound delicious

As for how I avoid it, I eat something else. Usually I’m just hungry and my body is just craving, so I go off and make some soup with far too much salt in it to try and sate the junk food craving, or I slice up potatoes and roast em real quick and have some salty starch to tide me over. Sweet things are more difficult at the moment because sugar is making me feverish, but I’m hoping, hoping, I’ll be able to start eating homemade jam again on some oatcakes or something. I can also eat fresh caramel sauce without issue, but not once it’s set…so that’s my excuse for drinking it out of the pan and none of you can stop me. 

When I needed to stop eating certain things immediately and was struggling to do it, I just stopped buying it. ETD had to put up with a barren wasteland of a pantry until my body stopped going “lick all the wheat things” and after about 3-4 weeks the cravings subsided and I’m back to making bread and other things and don’t feel the compulsion to shove them in my mouth for the quick easy carbs. 

You basically just have to make the conscious decision to stop hurting yourself, and to let the cravings work their way out. Your body is most likely addicted to certain things, whether it’s the sugars the salt or the easy energy you get from it, and you giving it what it wants every now and then despite the fact that it’s really bad for you in terms of allergies, is feeding into it and keeps you in the cycle of craving things you are allergic to. So take your time, and try not to punish yourself too much if you end up giving in.

Just be aware that once you do give up certain foods for good and ever go back to them, your reaction can be very very severe if not life threatening, especially if it’s a genuine allergy. So please just be careful and take care of yourself <3

anonymous asked:

I am so in love with your "Colored You In" story and I can't wait to see what comes next! You absolutely grip me with your writing! I really love all of the other relationships you develop for Caroline in that story as well, particularly the brotp with Kol! So as an idea for a drabble, would you be open to writing about an adventure or two that they go on?

 I wasn’t sure if you meant in the CYI vers but I’m trying to play in a canon-ish sandbox a bit. So this is post the TVD finale and while it doesn’t *really* mention the magical baby menagerie they do exist.

Nothing But Blue Skies

She’s talking – okay fine, flirting - with Klaus when the call had come in. Her phone’s resting on the café table between them. It’s a cute little French inspired place that served killer pastries, and she and Klaus end up here a couple times a week. Glancing at the number she recognizes the area New Orleans area code but it’s not a number she has programmed into her cell.

Klaus, however, recognizes it instantly.

“Why is Kol calling you?” he asks, curiosity and maybe a tinge of suspicion evident. She’s not offended, has gleaned enough info on the Mikaelson family dynamics to realize that suspicion is Klaus’ default setting where Kol’s involved. And that Kol usually deserves it.

Caroline shrugs in response, clueless. She hasn’t had more than half a dozen conversations with Kol since she’d moved to New Orleans and they mostly involved a battle of wills. He leers and tosses pervy innuendos about things she could do to help with Klaus’ temper. She tries her very hardest to resist the urge to test the strength of her fist against his face. “I honestly have no idea. Should I answer it?”

Klaus appears weary but resigned, “Probably not.”

She does it anyway.

“Caroline,” Kol whines, immediately after she says hello. “I’m stuck.”

Well, that was a weird opener. “Uh, I really have no idea how that concerns me.”

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anonymous asked:

Who do you think Nasuada will make her king? She needs heirs, right? The obvious choice is Murtagh but the kingdom won't agree much (I think). Can't wait to hear your opinion.

I’m going to jump into the difficult version of this answer, because why not (this is getting long in my head but I’m going to try and sum it up (we all know I’m terrible at that))

Okay so I was planning on making this a separate post, but this question came in handy and I’m going to mix both subjects, I hope you don’t mind anon!

I was reading the other day this magnificent spn fanfic called “It started with a fanfic competition” (on ao3), and I bumped into this page and quotes

Excuse my terrible highlighting, I’m so clumsy with phones

Ignore that maybe you don’t know who any of the characters are, but that it involves two people talking about how a War Hero was the one people wanted to be the ruler, and how they both agree that who would want that?

I couldn’t help but finding myself immediately brought back to the IC and all the struggle we saw Eragon having all over the last books regarding whether he should be king or not, and that he himself decided that was not for him, and Nasuada ending up taking the throne. I found it very interesting how CP’s great course of thought was found normal for other people.

Now, that Nasuada accepted the throne when she was as well a War Hero even gives her more credit from this point of view, seen how not just Eragon (and therefore Chris) but also other people could see how after fighting in a war, having the responsibility of a whole country on your hands might not be something one want to step into. But she did (cuz she’s amazing).

One of the reasons Eragon thought he wouldn’t be good for ruling was that Galby had ruled for so long in Alagaësia because he was immortal and therefore didn’t die of age when most ruler’s time should be over, and that replacing him for someone of the same conditions wouldn’t be good for the country. “No one should rule for that long”, or something similar was quoted, which I think is a very important fact, and that gives Eragon so much credit on his side too.

Now, regarding your question, Murtagh would also be found on that group of never-dying people, and maybe that would be a drawback in making him be the Queen’s consort (King is fine for me, but I believe in royalty the King is meant to have more power than the Queen (why for though *face palm*), so I read it more than once how they are never called “King” when someone gets married to the Queen, for the power to stay with her).

That being said, it’s true that when Nasuada passed away, if he was just the King/Consort all the power would move to their heir, so that might not be a problem eventually, as long as Murtagh wouldn’t go full-tyrant mode, which I think he wouldn’t. I repeat, he wouldn’t. And I think I know that almost for sure, and you all know that, after all he went through, but I’m not sure Murtagh knows it.

What I mean is Murtagh at this point (and as long as CP doesn’t continue the story), is hurt and broken, and all he wants is to be alone and have some time to himself to find out who he really is outside everyone’s manipulation. But when he is able to return and feel better about himself, if he was asked to be King, I’m not sure he would accept, for fear that he would one day turn into something he hated because of it. It even occurs to me that he might be afraid that spending all that time next to Nasuada sharing a country with her to then watch her die might be so painful for him that he fears to even get close to that situation.

All of this and I haven’t even touched the issue of whether the country would accept him or not. Nothing would make me happier than the people acknowledging him as a good man and therefore accepting himself as one too. I’ve said it other times before that I think he could earn that love, but climbing into power like that might not be the best way to start. I think he needs to feel like he can help the country in other ways before stepping to Nasuada’s side, and that might very well be years after the ending of the IC.

So, from that point of view, No, I think Murtagh wouldn’t be king, at least for a very long time, maybe more than the necessary to provide a heir. He would be with Nasuada, be her friend, even her lover (please), but having that position is not something I see him into. Helping Eragon with the Riders is something I think he needs to be involved with first, for example.

Ignoring all of this, there’s the fact that maybe Murtagh doesn’t want kids, which seems kind of accurate for me (not that I like it). Maybe not even Nasuada wants them.

HA. This leaves us with a country with a mortal Queen and her best friend with no heirs, and no future.

Which gets me to the question: if Nasuada doesn’t want kids, would she have them just for the sake of the country? And should she?

The answer to the first question for me is yes. This is Nasuada, an absolutely selfless person who would do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of her country.

But the second question… maybe not? All of Nasuada’s story is a statement of how the importance of a person doesn’t lie on her gender or skin color. Just by stepping into the throne she’s defying all the rules, and being damn good badass at it. So with a person like this, who says she wouldn’t change all the rules again and just pick the right heir even if it’s not someone of her own blood?

I can picture Nasuada just fine raising a war-orphan child that bumps into her and making that child into the most clever and kind and loyal person as a mirror and a child of her own. And I really like this idea, because it’s Nausada, so why not?

She can make her own rules. She can love Murtagh (or any other man, but well I’m not even thinking about that because I’m so Nasurtagh trash) and be with him without throwing much responsibility on him at first and make the world be okay with it, or they can suck it up. She can have kids with him if she wants. And she can choose her own heir knowing it would be the best choice for the country, and I’m okay with that.

This waaaas a mess, as always, I hope I answered your question at least a bit. Let me hear your thoughts!

anonymous asked:

Hello! How about the prompt "No, like... It's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes" for Saeran? Have a nice day! ^w^


Prompt: “No, like… It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes”

(AN: I couldn’t think of a scenario for this one! It really took me quite some time, which is part of the reason this is so late ;u; I’ve also just been exhausted after working all day, being on my feet and doing lots of physical labour which my permanently ill, weak body cannot handle ;; But oh well, it was fun none the less, and I was literally planning out how to write this all day and I just couldn’t figure it out. I really hope it’s okay!

This is kinda before MC and Saeran start dating, and because it’s based around the two of them it doesn’t really follow any route, but does have mild spoilers ;u;

Thank you so much for the prompt! And I hope you have a nice day too, Kind Anon! Enjoy!)

You smooth down Saeran’s hair as he lies in your lap, eyes closed, a permanently frown decorating his features. You had both been sat like this for the past hour, after he had argued with Saeyoung, resulting in him leaving to take a breather, allowing you to comfort Saeran now as he tried to calm down.

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anonymous asked:

Okay, so I have a hc that can be either a prompt or an ask for recs if you or your followers have read something like it (cause I can't believe there isn't someyhing like this elsewhere, everyone needs this in their life). Anyway, kara gets worried about Lena's heart going crazy whenever she's around so she thinks Lena has a heart condition and goes to Alex for medical advice, and then something happens from there. Thanks in advance.

Thanks for the prompt!

Light clinking and tinkering sounds came from Alex’s worktop as she fussed with some of her new lab equipment. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kara entering the lab, chewing her lip and her crinkled brow evident.

“What’s wrong, Kara?” She asked without looking up.

Kara stepped into the room fully, cursing her giveaway and rubbing at the crinkle in her brow to try to smooth the skin there. She crossed her arms, and spoke in a low voice, “I need to ask you about some medical stuff.”

At that, Alex set her tools down and looked to Kara immediately. Giving her her full attention, she placed her hand on Kara’s bicep and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you sick? That’s not normal for a Kryptonian on Earth.”

“No, no it’s not me.” Kara said, and Alex watched as her eyes started shining with wetness. She felt dread creep in, this must be someone Kara cared about. And that meant there was a good chance Alex cared about them too.

“It’s Lena.” Kara whispered. Understanding dawned on Alex then; Kara had grown very close to Lena and if something was potentially wrong with her, Alex would do her best to help.

“Okay, tell me what’s going on.” Alex said, crossing her arms and focusing.

Kara resumed chewing her lip and clasped her hands together in front of her. “I think something is wrong with her heart. She’s tachycardic all the time. Every time I’m with her I can hear her heart hammering so fast. Do you think she knows? Do you think it could be something serious?”

Alex hummed and considered it for a moment. “Possibly not. I mean there are a myriad of reasons why someone could be frequently tachycardic. I’ve heard of people with POTS not feeling it even when their heart rate gets up to 170 or even 180. But, Kara, you know I couldn’t speculate what could be going on without actually examining her.”

“I know, I know.” Kara nodded distractedly, as she looked off to the side in contemplation. “What is POTS?”

“Postural Orthostatic Tachycardic Syndrome. It means your heart rate accelerates when you stand, because your blood rushes to your feet like it does in everyone. But when you have POTS your heart can’t quite accommodate for it, and has to beat really hard to pump the blood back up to where it’s supposed to be. People with POTS are frequently tachycardic.” Alex explained, letting her clinical mind take over.

“Is it serious?” Kara asked, focusing on Alex again.

“Well it can be, it isn’t always. But Kara you don’t even know what’s going on or if there’s anything wrong in the first place. And if all I know is her heart beats fast without any other context or symptoms, I can’t tell you if it could be POTS or anything else. You haven’t asked Lena anything about it?”

“No, I didn’t want to intrude on her privacy. I’m just worried.” Kara said, feeling her cheeks flame with the embarrassment of how much she could be overreacting.

“I know. You care about people so much, it’s one of the things I love about you. You know that?” Alex said with sympathy.

“I know.” Kara murmured. She was staring at her shoes, and Alex knew she was still worrying about Lena. Seeing the depth of how much she cared gave her a thought then. She considered it for a moment, remembering all the times she’d seen Kara and Lena together.

“Hey, Kara, I’ve got a thought. Willing to try something?” She asked.


“L Corp is only actually a couple blocks from here. If you take your glasses off, can you focus in on Lena’s heart rate, right now?”

“Um, yeah, okay. Sure, I can do that.” Kara said as she removed the glasses and closed her eyes to focus. She took a few deep breaths, and tried to sort through all the noise to find the pattern she knew so well. After a few moments, she could hear the familiar rhythm.

“It sounds normal. I don’t understand.” Kara slipped her glasses back on and let the cacophony around her fade into white noise again.

“I have a thought. Maybe, Lena’s heart is racing when you’re with her because she’s excited to see you?” Alex posed the question with a gentle nudge.

“That doesn’t make sense.” Kara said. She put her hands on her hips and stared at her shoes again.

“Sure it does.” Alex placed her hand on Kara’s bicep again, and gave her a look, hoping Kara would see what she was seeing.

“I have to go.” Kara muttered, and slipped out of Alex’s lab as quickly and quietly as she had come in.

Later that night, as Alex was getting back to her apartment, she received a text from Kara.

Maybe you were right.

anonymous asked:

Hello Ms. Michaela! I have something of a personal question. How did you find balance between your sexuality and your faith? I was raised old-school Catholic (aka think sinful thoughts and you're going to hell) plus a very traditional family, and I can't tell if my hesitance for sex is because I'm not ready for it or if it's the "have sex before marriage and burn" ideal that's scaring me.

This is not starting the wall of answers (sorry guys!) but I wanted to answer this one as it’s pretty personal =)

Please know that I came from a very open family where I happen to be the Christian while my other 3 immediate family members are Spiritualists/Buddhists, so my experiences on it may not reflect what you may have experienced.

That being said, I had some very religious and some very conservative friends who often preached to me that sex and sexuality was sinful. However, my balance comes from my understanding of what sin is.

When we think of sin, we think of impurities; sexual thoughts, violence, etc.

However, God essentially created us and gave us the ability to control ourselves and our actions. We have the means to train ourselves not to let sin corrupt us or control us, thus making us a forgivable species worthy of judgement at Heaven’s gates.

Thinking sinful thoughts are a natural instinct we have, sweetie. We live in a world where sex sells and violence is unfortunately a common occurrence to the point of numb feeling. What makes it a SIN is when you can’t stop your thoughts from moving on from it and, eventually, can’t control ourselves acting upon those thoughts while harming others/ourselves.

Personally, and this may or may not be a surprise to people, but I am a very sexual-minded individual. More often than not, I find myself lost in some dirty thought about the guy I like or a memory of a wild night in my past. However, I do not let these thoughts control me. I will not DARE lay hands on the guy I like just because I imagine having sex with him nor will I ignore any of my responsibilities just so I can think about the sex-adventures I have had. Yes, I masturbate on occasion out of sexual need and drive, but with science (given to us by God in my belief) comes knowledge that it is cleanses and heals the body and the responsibility of “You cannot let your sex-drive control you to do this constantly. You must control it and only do it once in a while.”

Sin is when it is uncontrollable and detrimental to our minds and our bodies. If it frightens you, then it is okay to seek help and quelling them through psychological means (therapy and communication with a specialist). However, the unfortunate stigma of Catholicism and Christianity is that we believe sin is the general sense of impurity and not what causes us to be sinful individuals. We believe that God will not love us if we do not follow his word to the letter but what we forget is that, one, the word of God has been spoken through the mouth of Man and Man is ever full of mistakes that we may not realize twist his words around, and two, we are merely human and God is an all-loving being, able to forgive our mistakes and guide us to peace.

I suggest this if you believe in God/Any Deity: do a private prayer. Sit in your room in a comfortable spot and simply talk to God/Your Deity. Ask them to help you overcome this fear you have if you believe it harms you from being the fullest human being you can be. Sometimes a prayer will help spark that confidence to truly look at sexuality and understand it before making a personal decision about it (whether it be “I don’t like sex”, “I don’t want to have sex yet”, or “Sex is not that bad”).

If you do not believe in a higher power, do some self-reflection. If sex 100% scares you, then close your eyes, take a breath, and try to find the source and understand that sometimes the source can be the only gate towards enlightenment.

We are human beings on this earth are deserving of total enlightenment. It’s just finding the means to get over our ignorance and fear that allows us to embrace the world around us.