at least say thank you or something

Based on this ask, I decided to write a (shortish) fanfic! Thank u @purpleboyhowonee and the anon who sent it in <3

It’s Been (Eighty) Seven Years

“Can’t we just get mangoes?” Everyone’s head in the room turns to Sungyeol.

“Mangoes? What are you talking about?” Sunggyu says, looking at him incredulously. Dongwoo immediately starts laughing, and whether it’s out of nervousness or just because Sungyeol blurted out something random, he doesn’t know. It’s been tense the past few days, and Sunggyu’s normally the first to snap. Sungyeol just wants everyone in the room to calm down for a while until the contract issue clears up and each of the members come to a settlement.

“I mean,” Sungyeol starts, shifting a bit in his seat, “if we get a win on a music show or something, we can get a crate of mangoes or something. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

Woohyun starts humming the tune of the song by the Beach Boys, but when Sunggyu’s lazer eyes land on him, he stops abruptly, clearing his throat and looking somewhere else.

Howon and Myungsoo aren’t present, but that’s because Sungyeol knows they’ve got different schedules. They’re just as down as the others since they can’t do their anniversary celebration. It’s been seven years. Everyone’s been waiting for news of the contract renewal. But it’s not easy. It’s taking the members a lot longer to get exactly what they want and how they want it.

Sungjong lets out a sigh. “Hyung, instead of getting mangoes for every win, how about we just name each floor in the building after ourselves? I want mine to be exactly in the middle. The Sungjong Floor.”

“Wait, are you gonna name everything on that floor after yourself? ‘Take a left at the Sungjong Hallway, go around the Sungjong Corner and the Sungjong Bathroom is on your right’? Is that what you want?” Woohyun scoffs lightly. He seems interested though, leaning forward to hear the maknae’s response,

“If the Sungjong Bathroom is made of pure gold, then yeah, why not?”

“I thought you’d go for a jewel encrusted one? You don’t seem like the type to go for gold,” Woohyun smirks, folding his arms across his chest. Sungjong just glares at him. Before he can say a word, though, Dongwoo pipes up.

“How about every month, we tell the company to send something to our families? Or the stylists? Like flowers, or stuffed toy bears.”

“Or puppies,” Sungyeol joins in. “Or, hyung! HYUNG! What if we get a company pet? We could have a mascot sort of thing. A pet that comes in to the company every day for stress relief. Hmm?”

Sunggyu’s staring at them with knotted brows, but then soon smooth out and he bites back a smile.

“I can’t believe you guys,” he says, chuckling softly. “Puppies seem like a good idea.”

Dongwoo gasps. “What if we bring the whole zoo?”

“How about whenever someone gets in a musical, the others all get a month off for vacation?” Woohyun suggests.

“Even better, what if we all just got a month off every year and got to do whatever we wanted?” Sungjong’s eyes sparkle when Sungyeol mentions vacay time.

“Like what?”

“Go bike riding with ferrets, obviously.” It’s been one of Sungyeol’s dreams, and if it could actually happen, he’d be set for life.

“How about we change the Woollim logo to something like… a restaurant logo. We could pretend Woollim is a eatery,” Woohyun says.

“Let’s make a garden and name it after our first born,” Dongwoo says.

“Why don’t we just buy a ton of fireworks and set them off on our birthdays?” Sungjong says.

“What if-”

The door on the left opens and one of the managers pokes their head inside the room, glancing at everyone.

“Has anyone decided they want to speak with the CEO? He’s here now,” he says.

The members look at each other, knowing they got carried away with their ideas, but they stifle their laughs instead. Sunggyu shakes his head and looks back at the manager.

“I think we still need to discuss a few things,” he smiles.

The door closes and the others stare at each other for a few seconds before they burst out laughing.

After their giggling subsides, Sunggyu says, “So… who’s gonna tell Myungsoo and Howon about this?”

~~

“Sungyeol.”

“Huh. Yeah?” Sungyeol looks up from the game he’s playing on his phone and looks at Myungsoo. He has a frown on his face and it doesn’t look good on him. Sungyeol thinks Myungsoo might have aged a few years because of the drama he’s been in, but he doesn’t say anything.

“You know I don’t like ferrets,” he says in a choked up voice. He sniffs. “Not after that incident.”

Sungyeol makes a face. “What incident? It was just a dream.”

“It was a NIGHTMARE, okay?” Myungsoo says, his voice cracking a bit. “I still remember it so vividly, I-” He places a hand across his face and Sungyeol doesn’t know what to do.

“I’m- I’m sorry, I was just joking about it.”

Myungsoo sighs, blinking away whatever tears were forming in his eyes. “Thank goodness. I don’t ever want to look at a ferret ever again.”

“Are you okay now?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you,” Myungsoo replies. He flops next to Sungyeol and lays his head on Sungyeol’s shoulder. The older of the two pouts.

“Was it a rough day?” Sungyeol asks. Myungsoo hums in response.

A few minutes later, Myungsoo’s breathing slows down and he starts snoring softly. Sungyeol makes a mental note to tell the CEO that he should lighten up on Myungsoo’s schedule. Maybe he should say in the contracts that there should be an equal amount of work for everyone. Losing sleep from intense schedules was just as bad as lying awake in bed with no schedules.

~~

Howon holds his phone in front of Dongwoo’s face and asks, “What is this.”

Dongwoo blinks, craning his head away from the screen. “Lower the brightness, it’s hurting my eyes,” he says softly. It’s really dark out and Howon always insists to keep his brightness on the highest level it can be. This time though, he brings the brightness to the lowest level and shows Dongwoo his phone again.

All Dongwoo sees is the group chat they’re both in with the other members, something Woohyun made because he wanted to roast everyone (but Sunggyu ends up roasting him instead).

“It’s the group chat,” Dongwoo says, confused.

“Yeah, I know. But why does the title keep changing from ‘Gold Plated’ to ‘Jewel Encrusted’?” Howon says, frowning at Dongwoo. The older of the two lets out a short laugh.

“It’s just something we came up during our little meeting with each other,” he says, his face glowing. “Sungjong wanted his own floor with everything named after him, including the bathroom, but only if it was made of gold.”

“So what about ‘Jewel Encrusted’?”

“Woohyun thought Sungjong would be the type to have that instead of gold,” Dongwoo explains.

“That… actually makes a lot more sense.”  Howon lies down next to Dongwoo on the floor.

A beat of silence passes. Howon doesn’t realize Dongwoo’s staring at him until he looks up from his phone.

“What?”

“You didn’t post anything for the anniversary.”

“I know,” Howon says softly. He’s been busy, Dongwoo knows that. He’s been stressed, Dongwoo knows that too. A lot of pressure is on the members, and there’s so much stress…

“Inspirits are worried,” Howon murmurs. “It’s hard on them too.”

“Everything will be okay, though,” Dongwoo says, closing his eyes. Howon hums in agreement.

“Whatever happens, we’ll be okay.”

i would like to say something very important, i apologize for myself these past months! though i always want to move towards becoming a better person, i have been lazy with myself and increasingly self centered, and i know there are many times i could have helped much more with all of you and made a difference, but did not. i am thinking a lot now on how to better myself and i am sorry i have not been a better friend to you, i promise i care about you all a lot and i will do my absolute best to move towards treating you all much better

anonymous asked:

hi M! could you tell us a bit more about Meredith? For instance, how did she cope with being left alone so often by her brothers and her parents? What did she do to take her mind off of things? What's her favorite book? Favorite Shakespeare work? thanks!!

Hi! I think I’ve actually already answered some of these questions. You might try Meredith’s tag and particularly this post here. (Mild spoilers.) Like most avid readers she went through phases and it would be difficult to say what her favorite book or even Shakespeare play is–she had different ones at different times in her life. For a long time she loved As You Like It, but as she got a little older Antony and Cleopatra became her favorite, or at least the one she thought the most about. Her pet genre besides Shakespeare is second-wave feminist poetry (something she and Filippa have bonded over).

the dumb fucks at blizzard decided that somehow, bastion was fucking useless, completely ignoring that the reason people generally don’t use him is because most players have some measley iota of respect for other people and he’s a garbage dump of a character NOT because of how useless he is but because of how utterly STUPID it is to play against him and makes it fun for no one

they decided that this walking gun was only not being played because nobody saw any practical uses for him as is, even though every single ten year old and their grandmother i’ve gotten locked in with has known that the strategy of shoving a mercy so far up this gun’s ass and putting the most senile reinhardt in front of them WORKS and it’s so painfully STUPID for both teams

but no, not only was bastion and his self-healing, infinite bullet-spitting ass somehow useless, they had to make him 

  • have 100 bullets added to his already hefty 200 magazine size, allowing him to spray for a few seconds MORE after he’s already decimated your whimpy ass
  • this chump fuck can heal himself while running away like the little coward he is instead of sitting there and receiving the death he deserves, allowing him to heal, run off somewhere, and thanks to his now conveniently larger magazine size, kill you with 25 bullets instead of 20!
  • what’s more, his healing is goddamn unstoppable. if you damage him, he just keeps fucking healing. it’s like dealing with roadhog, but at least i can feel something for roadhog, because he’s not a garbage can robot
  • and in case this wasn’t enough, this piece of shit is 33% more harder to kill because he takes less damage. say hello to teams exclusively laid out to protect their bastion overlord, that idiot fucking robot, and say goodbye to any semblance of love you have for humankind as a whole 

‘bastion should now be stronger and more flexible now, you’re welcome’. go to the trash compactor you smelly fucking hunk of junk. fuck you jeff kaplan. go to hell and take your garbage robot gun with you

tips

• if you see a bouquet of flowers that you think are beautiful, buy them
• speak your mind when you have something to say
•stop assuming everyone is smarter than you are
• stop assuming everyone is lying
• open up to people a little more
• keep your room clean
• instead of going on your phone, read !!!
• dont worry so much, whatever you’re stressed about, it’s probably not important enough to ruin your day
• critically think
• start journaling noteworthy days (or not noteworthy !!) your future self will thank you for the memories
• reinvent yourself
• go out of your comfort zone every once in a while, you might just have a good time
• rearrange your room at least once every 3 months, the change is refreshing
• spend less time on your phone
• confidence is key, only wear clothes that make you feel good

“Use your smile to change the world, don’t let the world change your smile.”

Happy happy birthday to the super amazing @therealjacksepticeye! I’ve been trying my hardest to remember to draw something for all of the people I greatly admire for their birthday, but I’ve already forgotten some ;-;

Anyways, I definitely did not want to forget Jack’s because he has a big influence on my life, even if I am just watching his videos through a screen, and I’m sure that a lot of people can say the same. My favorite feature of Jack is his smile because no matter who you are, you can’t not smile with him and his goofiness. On my bad days, even if people around me are giving me a hard time, I can at least know that if I click on one of Jack’s videos, I won’t have to worry about him changing or his smile fading. YouTubers like Jack really manage to brighten up my entire day and I am very, very thankful for that. So, the least that I can do is draw a little something for this very special day for this amazing person.

Thank you so much, Jack, and I hope you have the most amazing and wonderful birthday!

Dear Dreamworks and Studio Mir,

This probably won’t reach any of you people, but I just want to say on behalf of the whole VLD fandom(or at least the reasonable part of it) - we’re sorry.
We’ve been giving you a whole lot of bullshit lately, well, actually there was a little bullshit since the very beginning but now it escalated terribly, but the point is that you did not deserve this. No one does. I am sorry for all the discourses and ridiculous behavior, constant whining, bitching and complaining and generally I am- we all are - sorry about being so fucking extra 96% of the time.
We are especially sorry about the leaks and all the drama caused over them. It really isn’t fair from us to be like this.
Our, most deepest, sincerest apologies,

The VLD fandom(or at least all the reasonable members)

PS: I understand ppl who see this will be like ‘who does she think she is talking like this as if she some ambassador or something’ and you wouldn’t be entirely wrong but I just felt like it would be right to say something. The least we owe is an apology. So yea, once again, SORRY, SO MUCH SORRY.

Speaking of linguistics, there’s one particular linguistic tick that I think clearly separates Baby Boomers from Millennials: how we reply when someone says “thank you.”

You almost never hear a Millennial say “you’re welcome.” At least not when someone thanks them. It just isn’t done. Not because Millenials are ingrates lacking all manners, but because the polite response is “No problem.” Millennials only use “you’re welcome” sarcastically when they haven’t been thanked or when something has been taken from/done to them without their consent. It’s a phrase that’s used to point out someone else’s rudeness. A Millenial would typically be fairly uncomfortable saying “you’re welcome” as an acknowledgement of genuine thanks because the phrase is only ever used disengenuously.

Baby Boomers, however, get really miffed if someone says “no problem” in response to being thanked. From their perspective, saying “no problem” means that whatever they’re thanking someone for was in fact a problem, but the other person did it anyway as a personal favor. To them “You’re welcome” is the standard polite response.

“You’re welcome” means to Millennials what “no problem” means to Baby Boomers, and vice versa.The two phrases have converse meanings to the different age sets. I’m not sure exactly where this line gets drawn, but it’s somewhere in the middle of Gen X. This is a real pain in the ass if you work in customer service because everyone thinks that everyone else is being rude when they’re really being polite in their own language.

misdial; chanyeol

Originally posted by lullabyun

park chanyeol. reader-insert. 5,6k words. fluff/angst. au

—it all started with one misdial, then a second and a third and…

this one is for Sasha @floofyeol

3.12 a.m: missed call from Park Chanyeol

“You called me?” 

“Oh, did I? I’m sorry, it was a misdial.”

“Oh, I see.”

3.14 a.m.: incoming call from Park Chanyeol

“Hello?”

“Actually, I just wanted to hear your voice.”


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Rhysand's Bright Idea
  • Rhysand: As High Lord, I think it's important that my inner circle is close-knit and each member can depend on each other.
  • Mor: Okay, that sounds reasonable.
  • Amren: Just wait.
  • Rhysand: So to bring us closer together, we will be doing a series of trust falls.
  • Cassian: Okay, that's it. I'm out. *gets up to leave*
  • Rhysand: Sit back down. EVERYONE WILL BE PARTICIPATING.
  • Cassian: *sits back down* Fine but this is the stupidest thing I've ever done. And that's saying something.
  • Feyre: This is pretty ridiculous Cassian, but I doubt this tops your list.
  • Azriel: Oh, I know for a fact he's done way worse than this.
  • Cassian: *rolls eyes* Let's just get this over with.
  • Amren: I'll go first and catch you Rhys.
  • Rhysand: Thank you, at least SOMEONE *pointed look at Cassian* is seeing the value in this.
  • Mor: Good for you Amren, because I really don't
  • Amren: *stands behind Rhysand*
  • Rhysand: *leans back and falls*
  • Amren: *steps aside and lets Rhysand fall on the floor*
  • Amren: *steps over Rhysand and looks him in the eyes*
  • Amren: THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR THIS DUMBASS IDEA.
  • Feyre & Mor: *laughing in the background*
  • Cassian: Now can we leave?
  • Rhysand: *sighs* You're all dismissed.
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Sterek, 2.5K words, Teen

AU, Firefighter Derek

In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.


Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.

He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.

There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.

“Holy shit.”

The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.

Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.

But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.

“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”

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A Zimbits iteration of the tried and true “bed sharing + clothes sharing + it’s really cold” triple trope (feat. bonus love confessions). 

Bitty wasn’t afraid of storms generally speaking, but this one was downright nasty. The team had walked past upended trees—big ones with years of life in them—on the way back from the store. Powerlines were downed. The heating in the house the hockey team had rented for what was meant to be a nice weekend getaway is non-existent because there’s no power.

Bitty lies in the single bed in the smallest room in the house in the pitch darkness and tries not to jump every time a tree bangs into the glass of his window. It’s all so loud.

So, no, Bitty isn’t scared of storms in general, but he’s scared of this storm. For good reason, it turns out, because not a minute after Bitty wishes he’d bailed out of the trip to stay on campus instead, a tree crashes through his roof.

Not the window he’d feared it coming through. The actual roof.

Bitty screams bloody murder.

The tree limb comes through almost all the way to the floor, and water starts dripping down it, heading toward the carpet. Thankfully, it didn’t crash land onto Bitty’s bed, where it would have skewered Bitty. Bitty’s body is thrumming with adrenaline; half terror, half relief.

The door to his room crashes open and Lardo and Shitty practically fall through.

“Fuck,” Lardo says, shining one of the torches they’d bought earlier at the tree.

“Goddamn,” Shitty states. “You alright, brah?”

Bitty tries to speak but it doesn’t quite work. He realises it’s because his body is locked up, he can’t even move his fingers apart. That’s going to be a problem.

“What’s going on?” Jack comes in behind Lardo and Shitty. A knight in rumpled sleep clothes. He surveys the scene, adding his own torch light to Lardo’s. He manages to look calm, and it helps Bitty to see it.

“You shouldn’t stay in here,” Jack deduces, looking over to Bitty, who is slowly encouraging his limbs into movement.

“No shit,” Lardo adds.

“You can take the floor in our room,” Shitty offers. “We’ll put some pillows down for you.”

“No.” Everyone turns to looks at Jack, surprised. “Stay with me.”

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13 reasons why I didn’t kill myself

1/ Life isn’t about school. I was bullied for years, it was awful and I will never leave my past behind to be someone remarkably self-confident. School’s a big piece of your lifetime but still, it’s only a piece of it. Most of the time, you will never meet your classmates again after you finished high school.

2/ Don’t give to people who didn’t believe in you a reason to think they were right. Prove them how much they’ve been mistaken about you.

3/ You aren’t stuck in a place forever. If you are sick to stay in the same town then move out. The world is big, you can go anywhere for a short or a long time and you can start again somewhere nobody knows you. It’s not an easy choice but it can be great, promised. There is a lot of ways to travel for nothing. If you can’t move out now, you can at least start to plan something or to dream about it.

4/ My family deserved to know. I was in bad terms with my parents, I nerver told anyone how much I was suffering at school. Maybe I was to proud to tell them, maybe it was the only way I found to convince me I was okay cause I didn’t ask for help. I knew I was strong but I didn’t know how broken I was.

5/ If you want to live in a better world, how would it be? Many times, I met people who fought for rights, like I did in different ways. They inspired me and gave me some hope. Cause even if there are a lot of stuffs not going well, there will always be some of us to stand up against bullshit. I felt useful when I spent time with them to fight. It was also intellectually rewarding.

6/ You maybe know what you will leave but you never know what you will miss. What will happen in next few days, months or years? You can think it’s better this way but based on what? The future is unpredictable.

7/ What are you attached to? I like the rain, the storm, the clouds. Looking at the leaves of trees moving with the wind or to walk outside alone at night looking at the stars. I want to rescue a dog from a shelter when I will have my place. Nobody can stop me from doing these things.

8/ You can build new relationships every day. New or future colleague, bestfriend, girl-/boy-/enby-friend. I’ve found my soulmate when I was 25 yo, every time I think about my past suicidal thoughts, I’m glad I’m still alive.

9/ As a spoonie, I never wanted to give up. I was depressed long before I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. My chronic illness is a source of anxiety and ask me a lot of energy to stay “able” but I will always do all I can till I can’t.

10/ Learn something new every day. It was my leitmotiv for a long time, you don’t need to know why you are here, at least, try to find smart ways to spend your time, it will never be lost. Your future self will thank you for.

11/ Music can save your life.
Do not underestimate its power. Escape.

12/ Don’t be too hard with yourself. Don’t listen to what people say about you. Learn who you are and who you want to be. Clean up this mess.

13/ Inhale, hold, exale. Do it again and again.
Close your eyes & just breathe.

BTS reaction to you bringing them food at the studio

Jin:

Jin would be absolutely thrilled that you brought him a meal. He would think it’s so thoughtful of you and would say thank you a million times, even with his full mouth. YAH~~! This is delicious, jagi! Thank you so much, sweetie!” He ate the food so quickly because he adored the way your home-cooked meals tasted.  He would have the biggest smile on his face for the rest of the day and would be thinking of ways to get you back when you’d least expect it.

Originally posted by myjinspiration

Yoongi:

This sleepy bean would turn into a fluff ball if you surprised him with food. He would have the biggest smile on his face and be sure to thank you as much as he could. Yoongi would make sure you also had something to eat before he took a bite. When you said you didn’t, he would insist on sharing the meal with you. “You gotta take care of yourself just as well as you take care of me, okay?” He would say gently, eating a bite of food.

Originally posted by elatedkindoflife

Hobi:

Hoseok would be ecstatic to see you when you walked in the studio, not even noticing the food you were holding in your hand for him. He would run over to you quickly and hug you tightly, almost making you drop the container. When you finally got the chance to tell him you brought him a nice meal, he gave you a smile made of sunshine. “You went through the trouble of preparing food just for me…? You’re so sweet, jagi! Thank you so much!” He would say, opening the container quickly.

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Namjoon:

Namjoon would be a bit surprised that you came all the way down to the studio just to make sure he had something to eat since he was working late as usual. Seeing you holding a warm container of food, made him laugh a very tiny bit before pulling you into a warm hug. “You’re so thoughtful, baby girl. How did I get so lucky?” He would share some of the food with you before he finally stopped working and came home with you.

Originally posted by btsreactionsandgifs

Jimin:

Jimin would be unbelievably happy that you brought him something to eat while he was working. He would probably get a little bit teary-eyed that you were thinking of him and wanted to take care of him. He would give you a million kisses and thank you until you told him to be quiet. Jimin took a bite of the food and smiled widely. “This is delicious!!! Are you sure you made this, princess?” He’d joke. 

Originally posted by morekpopmore

Tae:

He would be a smiley little bean. When you gave him the food, he would take a bite then make sure you had a a bite, too. Tae would say how thankful he was that you came all the to bring him lots of home made food for him. “MMM!!! THIS IS AMAZING, MAN~!” He would accidentally eat the rest of it himself then feel a little bad he didn’t share it all with you. “I’m sorry, but it was too yummy to share!” Tae would chuckle.

Originally posted by thebangtanway

Jungkook:

Jungkook would get all red when he found out you showed up just to make sure he was well fed for the day. He would say thank you and flash his little bunny eat in an embarrased smile. While he was eating he was thinking of all the ways he could get you back for being so sweet to him. “I’m gonna get you back, y’know that, baby?” He’d say with a smirk, taking a bite of the yummy food.

Originally posted by jinkooks

anonymous asked:

“Don’t be fucking rude Lucy heartfilia pls

Alcohol Is Not Lucy’s Friend, But Her Friends Are

Pairing: Nalu

Word Count: 2318

A/N; Sorry this took so long, been working on a few things at the same time and actually working lol! Enjoy!

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Oh my God Lucy you are such a meme!” Cana cackled, arm slung over Lucy’s shoulder as she tried to wedge her face between Lucy’s phone and her ear. “Besides, it’s girls night! That means no dicks!”

“Cana,” Levy sighed giving her a pointed look.

“Your dick is female, it doesn’t count. Now take your shot and spin the wheel of awkward sexual questions on your phone.”

“Does that mean Juvia’s beloved can join?”

“You know if you would just stop making everything about dick this would stop happening,” Lucy commented innocently, grinning at Cana’s disgruntled look. “You don’t even like dick.”

“Oh I like dick, just not what ninety percent of it is attached to.”

“Can you guys stop saying dick?” A tired voice asked from the phone. Lucy squeaked, shoving her hand in Cana’s face and pushing her so she fell backwards over the couch.

“Sorry Natsu,” Lucy sighed, glaring at her pack of giggling friends and making threatening gestures with her hand as she left the room. “You know how they are.”

“I did grow up with them,” he said dryly, Lucy hearing his smile in his voice.

“Then you should be used to the word dick,” Lucy teased, grinning at his scoff. ”Would you rather I say penis?”

“Oh Luce, you know I beat you at the penis game.” Natsu purred. Lucy was thankful that he was half a city away and not able to see her face, because that meant she didn’t have to suppress her shiver or stop herself from biting her lip at his deep voice. Yes, Lucy thought to herself, I’m sure you could definitely beat me with your dick.

Alrighty, that was a sign for her to stop taking every drink Cana offered her.

Time to stop being creepy about her best friend. “You wish,” she said instead of anything she might regret.

“Excuse you I totally won the round in the library yesterday!”

“Because I wasn’t playing,” Lucy huffed, smiling as she twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. “You and Gray started it, I just got kicked out alongside you!”

“Then maybe I was just imagining you screaming,” Natsu said, voice low and rough through the phone. Lucy’s heart stuttered, mouth suddenly going dry as her mind whirled.

“What?” she asked, clearing her throat awkwardly at how her own voice sounded. Thank God Cana was too busy climbing all over Kagura like some alcoholic cat.

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PSA: Inbox Etiquette

How to Approach Someone for RP and How to Handle an invitation to RP

It occurs to me that there are 2 sides to making a new RP partnership happen. It takes 1 person to send an initial message of interest, of course, but it also takes 1 person to receive that message. I firmly believe that you should always be polite when inboxing someone first and that it’s the best thing you can do to find new partners because it shows that you’re assertive and puts you on that potential partner’s radar. However, I realized that I haven’t mentioned how the recipient should behave once they get such a request. So for good measure, that’s what the latter half of this post is getting around to. Okay? Okay. 

How to Approach Someone for RP

  • Be Brave - Even if you’re nervous to approach someone for a partnership. Do it anyway. It could work out. You’ll never know if you don’t ask. The worst that can happen is your ask goes unanswered or your request is denied. If that happens, move on to the next! There are so many people on tumblr looking for partners, so don’t dwell on that 1 or 2 that don’t work out. 
  • Be Polite - Greetings are important. Your potential partners are human just like you. So talk to them like you’d like to be talked to. ‘Hi’ ‘Hello’ ‘Hey’ are good starts as opposed to a naked ‘wanna rp?’. It also never hurts to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, when appropriate. If you are denied,  please don’t continue to message the person asking/demanding for explanations or begging them to reconsider. This is unfair.
  • Be Patient - It might take a few seconds, minutes, or days for a potential partner to reply to you. Wait at least 1-2 days before re-messaging. And say something like, ‘hey, I inboxed you the other day about wanting to rp and I’m not sure if tumblr gobbled the message or not. please let me know when you have the chance. thanks.’ Oh yes. Tumblr eats messages sometimes. It happens.

Example rp request messages which you may use:

  • hey. i came across your blog in the tags and i have a muse i think might work well with your muse because —.
  • hi. i saw your starter in the tags and I was thinking of replying to it with my muse, do you have any ideas where you want to take it?  
  • hello. i just had to message you because I found your blog while scrolling through my partner’s blog and I love your muse/this plot you reblogged/your writing style, would you like to rp?
  • hi. I saw you liked the plot about— I have a muse that’d be perfect for that if you want to discuss?

How to Handle an invitation to RP

  • Be Considerate - It takes varying degrees of courage for someone to come into your inbox and state that they’re interested in rping with you. Especially if the person approaching you thinks that you’re god’s gift to writing. For some people it takes a tremendous leap of faith to make the first move. So when you receive an invitation for rp, please respond. Even if it’s just to say you’re not interested. It’s the polite thing to do not to keep them hanging. You were new to this stuff once. Remember?   
  • Be Honest - If you’re open to new partnerships, say so. If you’re not open to new partnerships at the moment or ever, say so. If you’re open to new partnerships, but you just don’t see yourself gelling with the person who’s asking for a shot, say so. Don’t feel pressured to accept in order to be nice. BUT be nice if you’re going to say no. This person who messaged you is human, like you, and has feelings. Be respectful, especially if they’re respectful to you first. 
  • Be Collaborative - If someone comes to your inbox with intentions of rping with you for the first time, it would be nice if you did a little grunt work too. You can take a look through their blog and see what might and might not work, instead of demanding they come to you with all of the ideas. If they say, ‘hey, how bout our muses meet at a cafe?’ take the idea further, if you like it ( e.g., ‘sure. it can be during a rain storm and my muse is looking for a place to sit’ ), or suggest something different, if you don’t (e.g. hm, how bout something else? like our muses bump into each other in a doctor’s waiting room?). RPing is a collaborative process, after all. So–be somewhat willing to collaborate?

  Example rp request denial messages which you may use:

  • hi. thanks for messaging me, but I’m not looking for new partners at this time.
  • hello. i got your message and i really appreciate the nice things you said, but I have a full plate with my partnerships/threads already. So I wouldn’t have the time or energy to devote to another one. sorry.
  • hey. i took a look through your blog/at your guidelines/at your muses and i just don’t think that we’ll fit as partners. thank you for reaching out though. good luck!

Take Home Message to all of tumblr Rpers: 

Be nice. Be honest. Be collaborative. Don’t settle. Don’t be a jerk. 

Hexer | Pilot

Here it is, finally, Hexer’s Pilot! 

Trigger Warnings: Blood and Strong Language 

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We would really appreciate it. There’s so much more to come and we have the entire first series planned and ready to go. 

Also, to anyone who doesn’t feel like they’re represented in media we really hope you saw at least a little something here that made you say “Hey, that’s me!” because if so then that’s our job done. We promise that there is even more inclusion to come and we’re really excited to try and make it for you. 

Perhaps give this post a like, or like the pilot itself and if you can’t watch now then maybe add it to your Watch Later on YouTube :) 

We hope this was worth the wait, guys! 

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tips for not pissing off gas station employees

-if youre buying tobacco keep your fucking id on you if youre under 30 because we card everyone who looks under 30. no you cant use your school id or a picture of your license. i have to have your physical id in my hand to sell you tobacco. and it cant be an expired id either
-unless its an expensive transaction dont pay with a fucking $100 bill. we have to keep our drawers free of 10$ bills and up because gas stations get robbed a lot
-you dont have to have a whole conversation with me but at least say SOMETHING. a simple hi and thank you and answering questions is perfect
-if youre buying a shit ton of lottery tickets dont do it when theres a long line
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-i dont care how much you hate the chip reader
-i dont mind people on their phones as long as youre at least interacting with me

And I Thought You Might Be Mine

*click through to read on ao3

Written by: Nai | @hiddenpolkadots
Prompt: Tol: is that my shirt?
Smol, wearing a shirt that goes down to their knees: … no
words: 2500


Bellamy is aware that living with Clarke was going to come with some challenges.

(Or, as Octavia put it, rather excitedly, “It’s going to be a total fucking shitshow, and Raven and I have a bet going on who would commit murder first.”)

But despite their friends utmost certainty that things were going to crash and burn within the first week, they’ve been happily living together for the past six months, so he made sure to tell them to suck it after they hit the two week mark, because he’s a responsible adult.

That isn’t to say that it’s a walk in the park either. He and Clarke still argue about every little thing, but that’s just how they communicate. Now they just add arguing about domestic things such as whose turn it is to do the dishes, or why hasn’t he taken out the trash yet into the mix as well. He maybe likes it a bit too much, but no one needs to know about that.

He’s also become privy to a lot more of her quirks which- he likes to think that being friends, or at least acquaintances, with Clarke for over four years meant that he knew her fairly well, but once they move in, it becomes a whole other story.

For example, he learns that despite being left handed, she brushes her hair and teeth with her right, she always has to keep a full cup of water on her bedside table at night, and she needs more pillows than necessary to sleep.

Perhaps the most interesting quirk of hers is that she’s always stealing his clothes, all the fucking time.

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5.26.17 // 3:00pm // guide to post exam season

so your exams are over, for better or for worse, and you’re probably wondering – what now??? maybe you’ve taken a few days off and want something to do or are trying to capitalize on your productive bubble. whatever the case, here are some things you can try (requested by @gretheresa ):

1. take a break. you need one. even if your exams weren’t too taxing (lucky you), you’ve been working hard all year and deserve a breather. unless you absolutely don’t have time, take a couple days off.

2. clean your room. chances are, in the stressful time that is exam season, your room has devolved into a war zone. take some time to clear the papers off your bed and recycle all the bottles of coffee that you’ve left lying around. a clean room is always nice and tidying up will help you separate/move on from the stress of exams.

3. go through your schoolwork. paper is really frickin heavy and you generally accumulate a lot of it through the year. go through your folders and binders and recycle useless homework or other things you’ll never look at again. start thinking about selling/returning your textbooks. this can also be a fun time to look back on the year and maybe save some of the assignments you’re really proud of. just don’t save everything ;)

4. stay in touch. depending on how things work at your school, you might never see your classmates again after exams are over. especially if you’re in college. make sure you get the numbers of people you want to stay in touch with and say your goodbyes. 3 months is a long time.

5. new/old hobbies. pick up something you’ve always wanted to try or resume doing something you love but didn’t have time for. now you’re free (at least til your internship starts) so make the most of it.

6. thank your teachers. were there any teachers you had this year that were absolutely phenomenal? or maybe they just became a really good friend and resource. take the time to write them a note or get them a small gift. they’ll really appreciate it, i guarantee. 

7. ask for recs. are you a rising senior? now might be a good time to start asking. depending on how busy your teachers are, you might be able to wait until after the summer, but it doesn’t hurt to ask. they might ask you to remind them or ask again later, but this way you’ll be on the top of the list. also, asking while the year is still fresh on their minds is good since the hard work you put in or the little things you did for them will still be in their memories. teachers are busy people and can’t remember everything!

8. enjoy yourself. if you still have school after exams, have fun with your friends before you all part ways for the summer. sure, you might still have some assignments, but don’t bother being perfect with them (as long as you don’t mess up your grade).

these tips are more to do with the academic “wrap up” that you need to take care of before you leave, but there are plenty of more fun things you can do as school ends and summer starts. lmk if you want a post with some suggestions for those types of things and i hope this was helpful! xoxo, m