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“I ship it.”

“They were on screen for two seconds,” Chowder says.

“I still ship it,” Nursey repeats stubbornly.

“It’s a gay thing, right?” Dex says. “If two characters whose sexuality might possibly be read as ambiguous appear on screen and make eyes at each other, shipping must commence.”

“You literally sound like my sister’s tumblr,” Nursey says.

Dex shrugs.

“Wait, do you follow my sister on tumblr?” Nursey asks with gleeful horror.

Dex shrugs again. “Dunno, what’s her username?”

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I absolutley love msa, but i was wondering if itll have any ships that will be endgame? I know you ship deku w baku if he learns from his mistakes, etc but i still cant stomach it. If it does i wont read it but the chapters so far have been amazing!

im actually very uncomfortable with baku/deku … presumably in the past i wrote myself into enjoying their really weird relationship in byggualom, and then wrote myself right out of it again. that happens sometimes. but in any case, i dont think anything i write will feature baku/deku again

msa is either going to be genfic or it’s going to turn into kiri/deku, i’m not sure where the story will go yet!

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Some more from Marilyn Monroe’s 1953 lawn furniture session with Mischa Pelz. These are more or less informal set-up shots; I wasn’t going to post them, but what the heck.

It’s Marilyn Monroe in full “blonde bombshell” mode really. Though she would ditch that persona soon after, she’s still known for it of course: the “dumb blonde sex bomb”.

If you want a real glimpse into her personality however, you should read her writings. She was kind of poetically inclined, sharp and perceptive, yet often down, and hopelessly insecure. You could have knocked her out with one ugly remark. Her “dumb blonde” persona was basically a non-threatening way to be liked, to belong somewhere.

One thing that shouldn’t be left unsaid though: she was genuinely friendly.

About me

Dear new followers:

I want to share with you all about my interests, fandoms, support characters, kins/IDs, etc…

So you would not be surprised…

I like to be called JOKES or SILVER. But i still respond to Ann too.

I enjoy a lot to draw stuff, and it makes me really happy when i get those messages about people enjoying my drawings, honestly makes my day everytime i read that kind of messages.

My special interests are:

  • The smurfs
  • Dogs
  • Neon colors
  • vaporwave stuff
  • Sonic The hedgehog
  • Super Mario Bros
  • Kuroshitsuji
  • Pirates of the Caribbean
  • CatCF
  • Many movies with Jhonny Depp
  • TNBC
  • Many old toons
  • Spogebob Squarepants

FANDOMS i’m really in:

  1. The smurfs
  2. Kuroshitsuji
  3. Sonic
  4. Mario Bros

KINS/IDS:

  • Silver The Hedgehog
  • Luigi
  • Lego Joker (TLBM)
  • Vanity Smurf
  • Grell Sutcliff
  • Jack Skellington

support Characters:

  • Papa Smurf
  • Silver the hedgehog

  • Spongebob 


I DON’T LIKE:

  • S U
  • V o l t r o n
  • S a n s  
  • U n d e r t a l e
  • O s o m a t s u
  • B N H A
  • Y O I
  • etc… (no more alkndfkjdnkfd)

BUT!!! I DON’T START DRAMA  ABOUT “ OOOOHH HOW MUCH I DISLIKE”  OR POST HATE STUFF ABOUT IT. I RESPECT EVERYONES LIKES.


((probably gonna still reposting this with updates))

anonymous asked:

Hello! So i just want to say, the story with Ravi and how he protected the reader from being raped really made me tear up. I messaged you a long time ago about your first demon story making me cry, i dont know if you remember, but these stories always make me cry. Reading your stories feel like they're helping me heal from my own assault. So, thank you so much for this and all your other stories :)

Yes! I most certainly remember you. Your words really touched me and have stayed with me all this time. I even thought about you while writing this little tale. I’m so glad I can help even one person feel better. Thank you so much for being an inspiration to me. I still hope for your continued happiness and I’m always rooting for you.

hi uh!! just a little #personal update since i kinda have only been on here sporadically but i am officially and finally medicated!!!!! after years of self dxing and self-medicating i finally sought a professional diagnoses + got put on some SSRI meds and i just feel so….relieved?? idk. anyway. school is a bitch. i still love/listen to DM way too much and i uhhh really love and miss you guys, hope all of you are doin well 💗

Day 17: Possession

Fic #17 for the FYRTFF October Scarefest Challenge.

~1000 words. RPF Genfic.
Read on AO3.


Gavin had fainted at lunch time. He’d folded down on himself, so the impact with the floor wasn’t so bad, still, the guys had rolled him onto his side and called emergency straight away. Before the call connected, Gavin stirred, rubbing his eyes and face as he awoke.

“Careful Gav, take it slow, you fainted,” Michael explained.

Gavin looked confused, “That’s weird, I feel fine. I actually feel really good.”

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inspectorclarke  asked:

Do you have any children's books (or books you read as a child) that you still really love?

The first book I remember one of my parents reading to me is Le Petit Prince.  My dad had retained his battered (English translation) paperback from the late 1950s or early 1960s, and that’s what he read from.  In subsequent years, I inherited the copy and held onto it until it fell apart.  The cover was so blue.  That book, along with the highly inventive stories my dad’s storyteller mother flat-out made up, probably had a lot to do with setting the tone of my narrative sensibilities where bittersweet endings are concerned.  I never want bleakness to overshadow everything, and tiny, hidden corners of the world filled with roses and other oddities are the places I try so desperately to keep all these wayward lovers safe.

Strangely, I wasn’t much for picture-books when I was small, although I remember having Paul Goble’s illustrated adaptations of Native American stories (or perhaps they were just his tales influenced by those mythologies).  In any case, The Girl Who Loved Wild Horses stands out in my memory.  I’d call it a favorite, although I have no clue where my copy is now.

anonymous asked:

Even if you never write for Castle again. Sure, I’d be sad but I’d still love your writing and you because you gave me some of the best stories I’ve ever read. I’ll continue to read your new work even if I don’t or can’t watch the shows for new adventures. Thank you for all your time and effort in the fandom. It was and still is beautiful. I hope many get to see your writing.

You really know how to tug on my heartstrings, anon. Thank you for being so understanding and incredibly supportive. No words I say here could ever express how grateful I am.

Synapses

Day 3: KLAROLINEAUWEEK Sci-Fi & Post-Apocalypse

Sci-Fi AU, with humans in computers and body swapping.

When I first read the theme, a myriad of ideas flashed through my mind but nothing really concrete and that I loved. And then, out of nowhere this came out while I was trying too hard to write my day2 au. I wrote it in one sitting, and edited it briefly, so I hope there aren’t too many errors. 

Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing! 


Caroline officially hates the day when she said yes to this fucking mission.

Something told her not to do it, and still, being headstrong, loyal to her words (even drunkenly said ones) Caroline Forbes, she had signed up the no liability clause just before heading to the experimental capsule.

Now, after quite the tumultuous journey through the web, instead of being brought back into her own body, she was in Klaus’. Not that she minded his body. At all. She appreciated it very much.

She just preferred seeing it with her own two eyes instead of admiring it guiltily in the mirror in her private locker room. Touching it with her own feminine fingers was much more enjoyable than with his own manly hands (she recalled dearly how she had let them touch her in so many naughty ways only hours before).

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anonymous asked:

I've been learning Korean on duolingo for a few weeks now, and earlier today I was walking on my college campus and we have a few Korean students, and I passed two of them as soon as they came outside and one of them said "it's cold" in Korean and I understood and I was like brooooooo I'm actually learning. But it's also pretty likely that that's not what he said because its only a little cold today.. but I still like to think I'm learning. Just wanted to share this with you :)

ahh that’s such an exciting experience/feeling to have. it makes it feel like all your efforts are paying off, no matter how simple the word you understood or read was. it’s progress, progress that at one point you didn’t know/understand and now you do and it’s really exciting. I’m so excited for you! keep it up and keep studying studying languages is so hard  

Blue: Pt.22

Originally posted by chiqkihyun

Previous part: [Pt.21]

Warnings for this part: mentions of violence and blood


The next morning didn’t differ from the ones before; you woke up to Minhyuk sleeping next to you and went about your day without talking much with each other. For most of the day, the apartment was filled with a silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable silence, quite the opposite. Neither one of you felt the need to talk and just spent the day lounging around.

You exchanged gazes every now and then but didn’t start a conversation. You were enjoying the book you spent the whole day reading. He seemed to enjoy spending most of the day on his phone or in the kitchen.

Despite what had happened the evening before, nothing had really changed. You two still spent your day speaking very little to each other. There was no romance whatsoever in the air even though you felt an unfamiliar warmth inside your body. There was nothing particularly special about the gazes you exchanged, though maybe Minhyuk’s gaze was a little softer now than before.

In the evening, a little over eight o’clock, you heard the doorbell ring. You and Minhyuk exchanged looks before you got up from the couch and headed to the hallway. Your mind was blank when you grabbed the handle and opened the door.

The view in front of your eyes was disturbing, to say the least.

Hoseok’s face was covered in small bruises and bleeding cuts. He barely managed to hold Yuna up as she seemed to be bleeding to death. Her clothes were covered in blood with there being more blue, blood-stained than clean fabric.

Frozen, you only stared at the two with wide eyes. The situation was scary yet confusing. It was obviously serious judging from the two’s conditions but you had no idea what to do.

“Please let us in,” Hoseok’s voice sounded very exhausted and desperate as he struggled to stand while supporting Yuna’s almost completely limp body. “She needs help.”

Even a blind person would have been able to tell that she needed help. Still, you just stood there. You weren’t sure if the need she helped would be available at your place.

Yuna looked dead already even though she was breathing very loudly. Her eyes were closed and her body was limp. She was so badly injured that you doubted you’d be of much help to her. Of course, taking her to a hospital originally wasn’t even an option because of her blood but still, it did sound like the only option at that moment. A bad one, but also the only one available.

You turned your head upon hearing footsteps from behind you. You could barely see Minhyuk’s face before he pushed past you and stopped between you and the two.

“Leave,” his voice was cold.

“Please, she-“

“I don’t care,” Minhyuk’s coldness surprised even you who had had your share of it. “Leave. Go somewhere else.”

“Are you serious?” Hoseok sounded just as taken aback as you were.

“I don’t want her here. Not under this roof,” Minhyuk seemed like another person.

Hoseok stood there, dumbfounded, for a bit. He glanced at you over his shoulder once and then looked at his friend again. “Is it because of her?” Hoseok asked. “Because of what happened?”

“Get out,” Minhyuk didn’t answer his question.

“Because you think this will put her in danger?” Hoseok didn’t budge. He sounded upset, offended almost. “You’re throwing me away because of her?”

“She’s my weakness,” Minhyuk pointed out with an angry tone. “There’s a difference. If you care about me, leave now. I don’t want that girl here.”

“Too bad,” Hoseok didn’t hesitate to spit back at him. “I happen to care about you just as much as I do about her. There’s no difference between a friend and a weakness in my case. They are the same thing and you know it.”

For a moment, the two just stared at each other. Neither one of them seemed to be ready to compromise so you decided to step in. Literally.

Minhyuk seemed surprised and slightly disappointed when you wrapped Yuna’s arm around your shoulder to help her inside. You looked at him in the eyes. “I can’t let her die like this. I couldn’t help Eunkyung, let me at least ry to save her girlfriend.”

Despite the disappointment and slight anger in his eyes, he moved aside and let you three come inside. Seemed like his statement of you being his weakness was true.

You didn’t know what to do but you tried. After helping Yuna to the couch and laying her down on it, you went into the bathroom to find anything to help with the bleeding. You looked inside every single cabinet but found nothing.

What happened to all my first aid stuff?

While you tried to look for anything that could help the girl who was dying on the couch of your living room, Hoseok called someone. He wasn’t in good shape either but still stood next to the couch while waiting for the person to pick up his call. Minhyuk wasn’t in the living room when you went there.

“Hurry,” Hoseok ended the call soon after you appeared.

“Who did you call?” you asked him.

“Someone who is neither a friend or an enemy,” he said while looking at Yuna. “Someone I can trust.”

“Are they going to help?” you hesitantly looked at him. It pained you to look at his abused face.

“We’ll see,” he answered shortly and turned away to walk into the kitchen. “She is coming,” you heard him say to who you figured was Minhyuk.

“Great,” Minhyuk’s voice spat.

“Thank you for letting us in,” Hoseok ignored his annoyance and thanked his friend with sincerity.

“You can thank _____ for that, I wouldn’t have let you in if she hadn’t acted like that.”

A silence filled the apartment. You thought about Minhyuk’s words while standing next to the couch.

I never would have expected him to act like that…

It had been weird seeing Minhyuk reject Hoseok so coldly. He had obviously developed a barrier against Yuna. He saw her as a threat to himself and apparently to you.

He said I’m his weakness…

“What happened?” you heard his voice ask Hoseok in the kitchen.

“I’m not sure…” Hoseok’s tired voice answered. “It must have been the higher-ups or the clan.”

There was a brief silence.

“Vampires came to the safe house… They just appeared out of nowhere,” his voice eventually continued. “There were at least a few dozens of them. We were this close to dying.”

“What did you do to get away?” Minhyuk asked.

“Jumped out of the window,” Hoseok answered with a dry laugh after a short silence. “And threw a few punches. Though I must admit that I received some, too…”

“Well it sure looks like you did,” Minhyuk’s voice said with a hint of amusement in it.

You thought it was weird how calm they were. Yuna was still pretty much bleeding to death in the living room.

“I figured it would buy us more time to bring her here instead of our place,” Hoseok said. “I’m sorry. I know this puts _____ in danger.”

Minhyuk didn’t say anything for a bit. “We’ll manage.”

“Do you love her?” Hoseok calmly asked a question that made your heart skip a beat.

“I don’t know…” Minhyuk answered. “How would I know? I don’t even know what it means to be in love. Even after spending all those years around _____ and the humans around her, I still have no idea.”

Hearing that, your heart ached a little. Figuring it wasn’t the right time to be heartbroken, you walked to the doorway that led to the kitchen.

“What’s going to happen to Yuna?” you asked and immediately gained the two’s attention.

They were silent for a bit.

“When is that person going to get here?” you questioned and right when you finished your sentence, the doorbell of the apartment rang.

Hoseok didn’t hesitate to head in to the hallway. Carefully, he opened the door very slightly.

“Name?” he asked through the crack.

“Yoon Jihyo,” a female voice answered and Hoseok immediately opened the door wide. “Where is she?” a woman only slightly shorter than the male in front of him, asked.

You watched her how she and Hoseok walked past you in to the living room. She was wearing nice clothes and had her hair cut in a bob. It made her look younger than she probably was.

She kind of looks like she could be in her late twenties.

Minhyuk and you followed the two into the living room. The woman, Jihyo, had already leaned over Yuna’s figure. She examined the girl’s wounds with a serious expression.

“Can you help?” Hoseok looked anxious.

“Maybe,” she responded. “I can stop the bleeding but I can’t promise that she will live. I’m not a doctor and you know that.”

Though her words were grim, Hoseok’s expression was relieved. He probably felt like there was at least some hope.

“Who are you?” you couldn’t help but ask.

She stood straight and turned her head to look at you. Then her gaze shifted to Minhyuk. “Yours?”

He gave her a nod in response. “Mm hmm.”

You were confused. “His what?”

“Headache,” she answered the question. “I’m like you except I’m Hoseok’s headache.”

“So… you are the person he has to look after?” you asked to confirm and she nodded. “I thought I was the only one who has… met them.”

“Oh, no,” she said and took off her jacket before giving it to Hoseok. “You aren’t that special.”

You were trying to get used to the thought of there being people like you out there. Jihyo crouched down next to the couch and took a closer look at the wounds Yuna had.

“Go take care of your face, for God’s sake, Hoseok,” she shot a look to the guy who was just standing there.

“But-“

“It’s not like you’re going to be of any help here,” she sternly cut him off.

Obediently, Hoseok left the room. Minhyuk left soon too. You just continued to stand there.

“Can you help?” Jihyo asked, not turning around to look at you.

“What?”

“Because if you can’t, I would appreciate you leaving.”

You were silent for a bit before walking over to her. “Is there a way I can help?”

She stopped what she was doing and looked up at you. For a few seconds, she just stared at you. “Unless you know how to stitch, no.”

You gulped. Even the thought was nauseating. Still, you didn’t move. You couldn’t leave Yuna.

“Do you need anything?” you asked her hesitantly.

“Some silence and a doctor for this poor girl,” she mumbled, not taking her eyes off Yuna.

You decided to stay silent since that’s what she wanted.

For some reason, you felt responsible. You felt like you had to be there for Yuna. She almost seemed like a sister to you.

“Could you bring me some water?” Jihyo asked and you acted immediately. “Thank you,” she said when you brought her some water from the kitchen.

After getting the water, she left to go to the bathroom where she apparently washed her hands before coming back.

“_____,” you heard Minhyuk’s voice call your name and turned your head to look at him who had just entered the living room. “You shouldn’t stay here,” he said.

You shook your head. “I’m not leaving.”

He let out a soft sigh and walked over to you. “No, you really shouldn’t stay. This is not going to be pretty.”

“I-“

“I think it would be best for you two to simply just leave for now. Go take a walk,” Jihyo cut you off. “You’ll just end up traumatized if you stay.”

You were scared by her words but didn’t move. “I can handle it.”

“Are you sure?” Jihyo looked at you with a glare. “The screaming and crying? The blood?”

You didn’t know what was going to happen but hearing her say those things really made you feel sick. You didn’t want to witness it but it didn’t feel right to leave.

“She’ll be fine,” Minhyuk grabbed your shoulders and forced you to the hallway. “Let’s just go.”

You reluctantly put on your shoes and jacket before exiting the apartment with Minhyuk. After he had closed the door behind him, he looked at you.

“It’s best to not be there,” he said and gently pushed you away from the door, towards the exit of the building.

“What is she going to do?” you asked even though you weren’t sure if you wanted to be told.

“Close the wounds,” he answered. “Or at least try to.”


You sat on a swing, staring at your feet blankly. Despite not really wanting to, you kept seeing Yuna in your head. Her beaten up body had left you really shocked even though you hadn’t realized it immediately.

“Are you okay?” Minhyuk asked with a tone that didn’t sound very concerned but when you lifted your head to look at him, you saw worry in his blue eyes. He was leaning against the body of the swing.

“It’s been a long time since I was okay,” you sighed and let your gaze fall again.

Minhyuk didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, concerned.

“Are you really concerned about me?” you asked him, not taking your gaze off your feet.

“I guess,” he responded quite nonchalantly, making you look up at him once again. You didn’t find it surprising that his expression didn’t match his tone yet again.

“I’m really confused,” you mumbled. “I have no idea whether you are joking or not.”

He remained silent and just looked at you with that concerned look, confusing you even more.

“I heard Hoseok ask you if you love me,” you bluntly stated and your words didn’t seem to influence him.

“What about it?” he asked calmly.

You were silent for a few seconds. “Were you serious when you said that you don’t even know what it means to be in love?”

Now it was his turn to be silent for a few seconds. “Why would I have lied about that?” he asked and somehow his expression seemed sad.

“So… it’s true?” you asked and watched how he went to sit down on the other swing that was right next to the one you were on.

After sitting down, he just swayed lazily for a bit while hanging his head down. “With all the negativity and bad feelings in my life I haven’t had the chance to feel such things. Even happiness seems very unfamiliar to me at times. It overwhelms me.”

You observed his expression. He didn’t look too emotional but there was still a tiny hint of sadness in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at you. “Have you ever felt it?”

“Love?” you asked and he nodded. You thought about it for a bit. “I think I have.”

“What does that mean?” he asked, confused.

You looked at him. “That I have felt it.”

He looked just as confused as before.

“Have you heard about how it supposedly feels like?” you asked and he answered by shaking his head. “I see…”

There was a silence. You thought about how people had explained love to you in the past when you hadn’t felt it yet.

“It’s a very strong feeling,” you said. “It makes you warm inside but also causes you pain sometimes. If you love someone, seeing them or talking with them will make you happy but seeing them in pain or fighting with them will make you feel bad.”

You looked at him to see his reaction. There was none; his face was expressionless as he stared at his feet. That made your heart ache slightly. You thought he would say “I’ve never felt like that”. Instead, he turned his head to look at you, still expressionless.

“Tell me more,” he said, surprising you.

You thought about what to tell him next. “Well, I’ve heard that if you love someone romantically, you might feel butterflies around them.”
He gave you a confused look. “Butterflies?”

You nodded with a small smile, finding his confused expression somewhat amusing. “It feels like there are butterflies flying inside your stomach.”

He frowned slightly. “That’s weird.”

You chuckled. “I guess.”

He observed you for a bit. “Anything else?”

You glanced at him and smiled. “I’ve also heard that your heart might start beating faster when you’re around that person. Your cheeks might feel hot and you might become nervous.”

He remained silent after that. You let the silence continue for a while until you were too curious not to ask about his thoughts.

“So,” you started. “How does love sound?”

Excited yet nervous, you waited for him to reply. He took his sweet time, driving you crazy. When he finally turned his head to look at you, you could only stare at him, frozen to place.

“Do you love someone?” he asked and you held in the groan that threatened to slip from your mouth.

“Yes,” you said.

“Who?” he asked before you could say anything else.

When you observed his expression, you couldn’t tell if he was curious or worried.

“There are many people I love,” you answered.

His expression became somewhat sad and you frowned in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said coldly.

It took you a few minutes to understand what his reaction meant. “Are you jealous?”

He frowned. “What?”

“Do you feel bad about me loving other people in addition to loving you?” you asked, not realizing what you had just said.

“So, you love me too?” he asked immediately.

“Do you love me?” you didn’t want to admit to it before hearing him say it.

He opened his mouth to respond but couldn’t even say a word before he was interrupted.

“Why are you two here?” Jooheon’s voice asked and you both turned to look at him.

“Why are you here?” Minhyuk asked in return.

“Why wouldn’t I be here?”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought Hoseok and Yuna were attacked by a bunch of vampires,” Jooheon said coldly.

Looked like Minhyuk had momentarily forgotten - just like you had - the reason you two were in the park.

“Jihyo is taking care of Yuna,” Minhyuk said. “We decided to come outside for the time being.”

Jooheon glanced at you. “For her?” he nodded towards you.

Minhyuk nodded.

“Make sure you both stay safe,” Jooheon turned to leave. “The streets aren’t safe anymore.”

“Does a safe place even exist anymore, though?” you could hear Minhyuk mumble when Jooheon started walking away, towards the apartment building.

“Are the others going to come too?” you asked him and he turned to look at you.

“Undoubtedly,” he said.


Next part: [Pt.23]

Other parts: [Masterlist]

Today has been so upsetting, like ? ?? This guy (read: asshole) at work made some really disparaging comments about me. I happened to return to my desk while he was in the middle of it, trying to get two colleagues to agree with him that I’m ‘not cut out for a managerial position’ basically, and making a mockery of my attempts to advance in my career. I’m happy that the two other colleagues were actively disagreeing with him, but it’s still kinda… idk ? demoralising? hearing someone say shit like that when you thought you were getting along okay >.>

anonymous asked:

Your honestly the nicest person ever. The way you respond to everyone's problems is in such a ordered way. I read your blog every morning and every night. Your answers may be to other people but they make me feel better about myself. You must be an amazing daddy. God bless you and much love.

You are very sweet for saying that! Thank you! I apologize for taking so long to get to your ask but I was trying to get everything put together for my giveaway. Please forgive me, I hope you still come by and see this eventually.

I try to answer the best I can and really try to help solve the problem or at least work through it. I try to answer specifically to each person but also so any other littles who may have the same problem can read it and get help as well. I want as many of you as possible to benefit from each ask that comes through.

I am the best daddy I can be and I am always trying to improve and be good for my little. I would love any tips or advice anyone has about anything as I am no where near perfect and love learning all that I can to be better and better. Much love to you as well dear anon!! 🎶💖

hey yall. i just realized something.

this is probably gonna be long but whatever. stick with me.

soooo im currently rereading the original pjo series. and i am feeling. so many. things. i realized a lot of things too.

okayyy so in PJO, we view percy as reckless. stupid. always acting on impulse. basically that dumb guy that never thinks befire doing things. BUT in HOO, we start viewing him as mature and smart and strategic and all that. But he didnt grow THAT much. Percy didnt age that much in hoo.

Remember that iconic scene (Mark of Athena, i think?) where they meet some kind of monster/bad ppl (im too lazy to search it up) aboard the argo II and it was percy that thought of saying that Dionysus was with them? Percy knew about their fear of dionysus, and how he turned them inti dolphins. So he got some diet coke as “proof” that he was there and asked frank to turn into a dolphin. Genius, right?

Annabeth called him smart after that.

That was the only time we considered him smart. (Well not ONLY, just one of the few times.) But guess what? He’s been doing smart shit like that for years already.

I cant really mention all of the times he did something smart/wise. If i did it would take me days before i finish typing.

So i realized why we only thought he was smart in hoo but not in pjo.

In PJO, it was in first person, so we saw everything through the eyes of percy. In this series, he only focused about how stupid he was, about how great other people were and how better they are then him. But he doesnt focus about all the good/smart/wise things he’s done. Percy doesnt know that he’s smart. All he knows is that he is stupid, worthless, and all other negative things.

in HOO, however, we were reading from another person’s point of view. We saw percy from another person’s eyes. We noticed things that he doesnt notice himself.

Hazel called him a god, once, because he was just THAT attractive. Everyone else looked up to him, and thinks he’s the most powerful/strongest person to exist.

But Percy doesnt know that. All he knows is that he’s stupid.

SOOOO, long story short, Percy hates himself.

Ok bye sorry if this was long I just love Percy so much and i a m f e e l i n g s o m U C h

Do not take, share or search for photos of BTS wherever they are.

Please, let them enjoy this small break they have. Do not let Bon Voyage happen again.

If you see photos - do not share them. If you see the members - do not share their location, take their photo or follow them.


Please. Do not be a part of the reason as to why they feel they always have to stay in their hotel.

If they wanted to share their location with the fan base, they would have. Right now, I do not feel they want this information to be known. Thus, whatever the reasons are, I feel we can respect that.

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How Dan and Phil probably broke up #61
  • <p> <b>Phil:</b> I still haven't figured out a name for our son :/<p/><b>Dan:</b> Oh but I've already named him<p/><b>Phil:</b> really? wha-<p/><b>Dan:</b> no, shrek, don't touch that you'll get hurt, son<p/></p>

right so i’m gonna give you a more detailed account of what went down :

so on sunday taylor liked a photo of me and i was S H O O K because she’d never noticed me before, and the next morning i woke up to a message from rn from the night before, asking me for some details (this was all completely confidential). they rung me back and said that they had a secret event they wanted to invite me to on friday. they were very vague about the details so i guessed it was pretty big. so i spent the whole week getting excited and then the friday came and i was dying inside from not telling you guys! but we went to the meeting place that we’d been told to go to (there was a terrible moment when i thought i wasn’t going to make it on time bc i’d gone to the wrong place that was an hour away but thank god we got there) and after queuing for a while we signed confidentiality agreements and gave up our bags and phones. after a lil while we got on a shuttle bus to another secret location and by this point i was like actually d y i n g. we got in, they did some security checks and we went up to the kitchen to get food (taylor’s spotify playlist was on in the background). there were rep m and m’s, rep iced biscuits, cheese and crackers and ofc my fave chicken nuggets (THEY WERE SO GOOD I ATE LIKE 10). i was talking to @auntbeckyisbae and @lovetaylorsmusic (who are so lovely btw) when i spotted scott swift handing out guitar picks and talking to fans. and then tree paine came thru and that was awesome bc it was like all the iconic people were there, and we also saw andrea coming down the stairs and waved. and then suddenly we all got moved through to the living room with candles burning everywhere and cushions on the floor around a chair and a speaker and that was when i let myself get my hopes up that this was a secret session. and then as i was looking at the door i saw a glimpse of red lipstick and shouted so loud and everyone started shouting and screaming support and my queen @taylorswift came in in the most beautiful camouflage patterned dress, with curly hair and these fucking snake boots that slayed me so hard. she introduced herself (ofc) and talked us through what was gonna happen and what we could and couldn’t say and she shouted out all 13 of the countries represented. and then the secret stuff happened that i can’t talk about but i can promise you reputation is a piece of art ; it’s dark, it’s sexy, it’s sharp, it’s emotional and it’s so her. there were songs that had us screaming bc of how witty they were and then THAT song that we all cried at. at one point during the one that made us all cry tay looked at me and smiled and mouthed some of the most emotional lyrics and i d i e d. then we got to read the rep magazines and they were passed around while tay got ready for photos, and then suddenly i was walking in to meet her and i was so nervous and she smiled really big and said ‘hey honey!’ in the brightest voice and i told her i loved her and she said i love you too! and we talked about the cats and she said mere still hates her but loves her bf and we just talked and it was incredible. we took a picture of me hugging her and then my brother got one too, and all too soon it was over and i was walking away and saying bye and thank you. and then we got our merch bags and got on the bus back.

it was the best night of my life.