at least they have a sense of humour

Things I've learned since becoming ill...

• It’s nobody’s fault. It is genetic. It just happened.

• Do not be too proud or stubborn to ask for help. You need it.

• Brush your teeth and wash your face (even just with a baby wipe) everyday if you’re able to do so. It makes you feel more human.

• Shower or bathe whenever you are able to. Good personal hygiene is good for your mental health.

• Some people will leave. You don’t need those people. Others will stay and they are wonderful human beings.

• You are not a burden. You are not useless. Do not be guilty. Please. Guilt will eat your insides.

• You have not lost who you are. You just now have to make adjustments to accommodate this new thing.

• Accept the fact that you have an illness. Being in denial will only make your mental and physical health worse.

• Clean pyjamas are a divine gift. As are clean bedding and blankets.

• Self care is entirely subjective. If you want to do yoga then do it, if you wanna sit and eat takeout in front of the TV in a squirtle onesie then that’s fine too. Whatever makes you feel good, or at least better.

• If you are tired then rest. Do not burn yourself out. It doesn’t matter what time of day it is, if you need a nap then you have one.

• Talk. Write. Sing. Paint. Draw. Dance. Do something to express your feelings. Don’t keep them inside. You’ll explode.

• Don’t worry if you can’t adjust right away. It takes time. A lot of time.

• Do not feel ashamed or embarrassed. Unfortunately illness often has embarrassing symptoms or such. It isn’t your fault. People who allow you to feel embarrassed about such things are terrible people.

• Keep your sense of humour. Some days it’s the only thing that gets you through.

• There will be good days. Grab them with both hands and enjoy them. Savour them. Spend them doing things you love, things that you can’t do on bad days.

• Prepare yourself to the best of your ability. Like…always have a hospital weekend bag packed for emergencies, keep a bed day drawer or bag near to where you sleep, have food or snacks close by, always have a water bottle…

• Take your meds. Please. If you have a serious illness for the love of god don’t listen to the “big pharma” conspiracy theorists. You need your meds. They keep you alive. They enable you to function.

• Research your illness. Keep yourself informed. But don’t dwell on what might happen. Please don’t scare yourself.

• It’s okay not to feel positive all the time. It’s okay to feel down. It’s perfectly natural. But try to be as positive as you can. For your own sake.

• Your own health comes first. It’s not selfishness it’s survival.

• Be kind to yourself.

• The bad days can be horrific but the good ones are beautiful, and so worth holding on for.

• Don’t give up on love. Just don’t.

• You are a badass warrior.

Metempsychosis, 1.

Pairing: Park Jimin / Reader

Genre: Immortal!AU, Reincarnation!AU + Slight Soulmate!AU / Fluff, Angst + Smut

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None

Summary: Being everlasting certainly has its perks, but loving someone who does not have that privilege and reborn continually is not one of them.

Count: 2838 words.

Note: Thank you, @dimplecoups, for being in my inner circle and reading it over. This will be a three part series, and is told in Jimin’s POV.

Metempsychosis

And yet by death did life procure.

Various of theories are justificatory weaved in regards to our existence—that we either originated from a spiritual entity or created by a grand phenomenon. In the circumstance of a unique individual, he was produced by both; stars run in his veins for he is the embodiment of the galaxies, ethereal in every way. An enigma, some would say, yet was he truly a complex being? For the span of four hundred years, he had witnessed all that history could offer, but there was an uncomplicated reason for his melancholy: where was his moon? Where was his sun and stars, the one who was his celestial beloved? Surely, he was not meant to roam alone.

Or was he?

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“In the Company of FOOLS!”

Companion piece to ‘Day of Fools’


He’s baaaaaaaaaack! Remember that K-Squad crossover squiggle art I did for April Fools where I guest starred Excalibur from Soul Eater. Whelp, since some of you guys seemed to like this idea, guess who decided to bring him back for a sequel piece.

Guess who’s back to mess with the kwamis again?
That monocle wearing legendary little shit, that’s who!

Man I love Excalibur. To be honest, I never quite finished watching out Soul Eater (Soul Eater meisters, don’t hurt me). I think I made it to like episode 19 or so but that was like four years ago. Never finished it BUT I do remember Excalibur. Like who could forget him, am I right? Let’s be honest, even you’ve never watched a Soul Eater episode in your life, you’ve probably heard of Excalibur. He was one of the best funniest running gags of the show for me. I really lover Excalibur as a character and as you all know, I also really love the kwamis from Miraculous.

Do I think these guys would mesh well if they met for realsies with Excalibur being kwamified? PfffffffT! HA! Nope. The only kwami I believe might actually get along well with Excalibur would be Trixx surprisingly. Mainly cause, like her holder Alya, I think Trixx would totally fangirl if she got to meet someone cool and famous and who is more famous than the legendary Excalibur.

Makes me feel bad for poor Nooroo being all jelly and purple with envy cause his foxy lady is giving another dude attention. Don’t worry Nooroo, Trixx still loves you, you adorable purple nurple you. She’s just more dazzled by Excalibur because…c’mon. Who is more fabulous than Excalibur?

Don’t ask me how Excalibur even got the kwamis to be his foolish pawns for the day (probably through sheer bribery meaning that they had no choice but to submit to his will and entertain him as a means of not having to deal with his annoying butt all day). Just roll with it. The scenario doesn’t make a lot of sense. But boy does it make for some good ole humour or at least a chuckle or two.

Like the character himself, I think I’ll make Kwami Excalibur a running gag in my K-SQUAD sessions. You never know when he might pop up again…just know that like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the Terminator, he’ll be back to reign his annoyingly legendary head.

Speaking of K-SQUAD sessions, this is piece number 25. Only one piece left before I conclude this first session of my Miraculous K-SQUAD art. As always, I hope everyone will enjoy this week’s newest squiggle. See you guys next time for the finale. Until then, always staaaaay tune for more star kids!  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

♥ More Miraculous Art by Squiggles

~LittleMissSquiggles (2017)

ARE WE COMPATIBLE?

One of the questions I get asked most is if two people will be compatible in a relationship. There are many factors that come into play with this, however, I’m going to identify the key aspects (in my opinion) that influence relationship compatibility.

Venus Placements: Your Venus placement indicates what you are attracted to and what you need and want from a relationship. For example, if you have your Venus in Taurus, it is likely you would be compatible with people who have strong Taurus influences in their chart. Especially if they are Taurus dominant, or have a Taurus sun or moon. 

Mars Placements: Mars is more of an indicator of your sex life and what your fights (inevitable) will be like. For example, let’s take a couple, one with their Mars in Sagittarius and the other with their Mars in Cancer. Mars in Sagittarius would likely take off in a heated fight, and Mars in Cancer would over-react and be incredibly irrational in times of conflict. It’s up to you to weigh up what kind of behaviours during arguments you are willing to put up with in a relationship. 

Ascendant and Descendant: It has been said that we are incredibly attracted to people who are the opposite of our ascendant, in other words, our descendant. For example, someone with a Gemini ascendant is likely to be very attracted to their opposite, Sagittarius. So this could be someone with strong Sagittarius influences in their chart, or someone with a Sagittarius ascendant.

Dominance: For those of us who are attracted to people similar to us, we tend to get along with and have strong chemistry with people who share our dominant sign, or at least have strong aspects of it in their chart. Some people clash with people similar to them and prefer people who are the total opposite, so this doesn’t always apply.

Same Moon Placement: If you both have the same moon placement, chances are that you think about things the same way. You tend to have similar emotive patterns, value similar things and have the same sense of (or lack of) humour. This usually leads to a very harmonious relationship (as long as other aspects don’t strongly clash) and high compatibility. 

DGM Chapter 164

I know this was supposed to be a “filler arc” and all but.

Komui Lee seriously deserves more love.

“You said you’d forgotten your own name.”

“I don’t plan to leave you behind.”

“That’s all I can do, but at least I can do that much.”

“So, you don’t have to haunt us for me to remember you.”

He cares. He is the one who turned Order from an-experimentation-nightmare-on-random-homeless-children-and-Lvellier-family-as-well-as-experiments-on-exorcists because he wanted to give a home to his sister and live with her once again but he also cares so much about rest of finders and exorcists and tries to do his best to help them any possible way he can. 

He might be a mad and lazy scientist guy with a whacky-whimsical sense of humour and act over the top quite often, but he also deserves a lot of love for all he has done for everyone.

Just pls moar Komui rabu bc he deserves it hella k thx bye

Misfits Prologue

Summary: An introduction into your college life, including your room mates and your crush which you really shouldn’t have

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE)

Word Count: 1,679

Warnings: none, really

Notes: This is a demo fic, I’m not quite sure if I’ll continue it or not. This is a rushed prologue, but I hope you like it! This series won’t have much angst, sorry!

Originally posted by kamgm419

Now:

Sometimes life didn’t work out the way you wanted it to. Sometimes it worked exactly how you wanted it to. This was one of those times, and you aren’t exactly sure how you lucked out. Or how you are still lucky.

Then:

Your name is Y/N Y/L/N, a graphic design student in your junior, fourth, year of University. You spend your time doing both online and actual painted commissions, finishing assignments and binge watching Netflix. You’re not the most social person, an obvious introvert. You are quite the contrast to your room mates though.

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anonymous asked:

I have been having a super shitty week; Could I request some HardyxMiller headcanons?

  • hardy gets frustrated by miller’s horrendous eating habits sometimes, but when she’s having a bad day he doesn’t hesitate to leave a kit kat on her desk or buy her cod & chips for tea
  • the day he finds out she doesn’t like his salads is a dark day for both of them. hardy stands dramatically on a cliff for a long time.
  • they flirt atrociously after they get together. remember how ellie did the “I’ll bring the handcuffs” banter with Joe? yeah, it’ll be like that but 100X worse. officers will flee the building. their children will scream. 
  • hardy will be the cook in the household, and because he’s so fussy he’ll probably do most of the cleaning too. I can just imagine him getting annoyed with the Ellie hurricane hitting the house with NO REGARD for towel racks or laundry baskets, ransacking drawers and messing up the contents, then leaving them OPEN like a BARBARIAN
  • but on the other hand, Ellie’s very practical and dead handy. she’s very good at doing odd jobs around the house and INSISTS “no we don’t need a plumber I’ve seen Mark do this a hundred times I can replace the washer myself” “give me the hammer I’ll be able to put the shelf up quick smart” so between Hardy’s fussiness and Ellie’s practicality they run a fairly tight household
  • they love watching bad tv together. the worse the tv show the happier they are
  • they genuinely love spending every waking moment together. at work. at home. I mean, we already know Hardy married his DS once so he could be with his wife all the time, and Ellie was always calling her husband from work. And we’ve already seen how comfortable they are together. I really think they’d be that couple that stick together like glue and get distressed if they’re apart for more than 5 minutes
  • I imagine if Ellie had to stay home from work for some reason Hardy would be ringing her every 5 seconds
  • they’re the kind of couple who would both get sick at the same time and spend the day in fort mucus under a pile of blankets, groaning and growling at anyone who approaches them
  • they can communicate solely with their eyebrows
  • hardy doesn’t like PDA, but when people aren’t looking he can’t resist giving her little sneaky kisses or touching her
  • neither of them are morning people. they communicate by grunting for at least an hour after they wake up as they make breakfast for themselves and Fred. “Hmmbbgdf?”  “Hmnnngh.” 
  • ellie loves teasing him and hardy secretly loves it when she teases him because he thinks her big goofy smile is the cutest thing in the world
  • no-one can make her laugh like hardy does. they share the exact same terrible sense of humour and have about 1000 inside jokes
Robot Heart [Tony StarkxReader] 1

Summary: Sometimes you wonder if your boss even has a heart, or if it’s just the arc reactor.

Pairings: Tony Stark x reader

Warnings: Shades of angst, language.

Word Count: 1,437

A/N: Angsty angst angst-angst. Apparently a series? I thought this was going to be a one-shot, but again, I’ve been a wordy mother fucker. So I have no idea how long this will be. Or where it’s going in the end, really. Inspired by this song. Heavily inspired. Because I always think of Tony when I hear it.

One; Two;


Originally posted by cinziadowney


Tony Stark is a narcissist.

Tony Stark is an egomaniac.

Tony Stark is the definition of vanity.

When you told anyone that you had applied to be Tony Stark’s new personal assistant, this is what you were faced with—‘Tony Stark loves himself’ in varying syntax. You would roll your eyes and ask how that made him different from your last boss, an international rock icon who died of an overdose while you were at your mother’s funeral. Every time people would point out Stark’s vanity, asking why you would want to work for ‘that man,’ you felt like they were ridiculing your decision, belittling your character, insinuating that you were too stupid and too weak to be prepared for what you were getting yourself into.

And that was just when they found out you applied.

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Kella is Real + The Truth Behind Abel & Bella’s Break Up:

Disclaimer:

While the thoughts/feelings/motivations of the ‘characters’ within this post are speculatory, all the facts (dates, rumours, and sequence of events) are things that truly happened and in the order they are depicted. 

I am inclined to believe the story I have uncovered and know it is based on fact, but it is speculation so you may take it as a fiction. If you have no sense of humour and/or don’t like conspiracy theories- why are you still reading this? I have no sympathy for your butt-hurt feelings.

This post is lengthy- at nearly 3k words. Enjoy.

A Little Backstory:

Kendall and Bella have been friends at least since 2013, Kendall stating in a podcast with Mario Testino in May 2017: “Bella and I were actually really good friends since high school, and hung out everyday in high school before either of us started working. It’s just funny because a lot of people don’t know that Bella and I have been friends for like five or six years.“ No one realizes how long they were friends, or how close they were/are, because they weren’t ready to come out with their love yet.

Regardless, Kendall’s dates would actually put their relationship at starting in 2011/2012. We certainly saw them hang out off and on in 2013 and 2014 but in 2015 they basically didn’t see each other at all except for the beginning of the year. And what happened at the beginning of 2015? What’s his face and Bella started publicly dating.

According to my own break down (linked in the faqs) Abel and Bella began their ‘relationship’ by at least December 2014 and slowly from then Kella began pulling back and then stopping almost completely after Abel and Bella were spotted together in Coachella.

2015 & the Peak of Abella:

Abel was cool with this at first because “hey, he got to come up with a hot model girlfriend” and that looks good for his image. But Bella is pretty fucking snazzy and he started developing a legitimate emotional attachment about a year in. I’m not saying there was never any true feelings between her and Abel- but it was always Kendall in the back of her mind and it was no secret that she came first for Bella. What they have (had) was for fun and for both of their images and rising careers- that were soon to blow up. Their feelings go back and forth through time, Abel’s seems to get stronger and more confusing while Bella isn’t sure if she can stand being separated from Kendall like this and she’s nervous she may be leading Abel on. Abel, however, thinks he’s helping her get over her dead end relationship with Kendall and can actually give her what she needs (lmao). He thinks there’s a chance and begins to fall for her.

That’s why KenGi rose so quickly at the end of 2014 and through all of 2015- Kendall and Bella would need a common thread to communicate through, Kendall more than anyone. She needed to know how Bella was and how their relationship was going, who better to get this from than her own sister? 

During this time, Kendall has on and off ‘flings’ with other guys (Harry, A$AP Rocky) that she never confirms or denies or seems interested in enough to be more than friends with- but it’s enough to get people to say she’s seeing somebody. This is to help cover up that she’s holding out for Bella, not so much for the media, but for Bella herself. Kendall can’t be there for Bella the way Abel says he can, and Bella isn’t sure she’s ready for that either. She thought Abel was sweet and “knew” that their relationship would never pan out. It was hard for them to keep their distance, though.

Bella upped her fashion show number in September 2015 because she missed Kendall and over the months they’d spent apart, she thought she had reached a good place with Abel- they were public, hand holding in candids, and she’d filmed a music video for him after all- they were steady. She thought she could handle being around Kendall again. This of course, was a big mistake and the begin of the downfall for Abella. Seeing her again brought everything back and since she’d thought Abel knew where he stood with her and was only in it for the image, she decided to have Kendall back again.

The Beginning to Middle of 2016:

Bella makes it clear that she’s still bound to Kendall by randomly going with her to Rome in the beginning of March, just a few weeks after Abel brings her to the Grammys with him. This is a show of his commitment to her, to try to say he’s serious, but Bella thinks it would be time in their relationship for this anyone. However, only a few days before the Grammys, a story breaks about how they’ve been supposedly talking about kids and marriage! While this was a made-up story, Bella felt that Abel planted it to try and start a conversation about being more serious and it freaks Bella out.

She goes to prove that she’s still very much in love with Kendall- both to Abel and to Kendall, who is worried Bella lies when she says her feelings for Abel aren’t real- and she is lying- because they were real, only fleeting. Abel reacts to this by setting himself up to be at the Met Gala and walking the carpet with Bella- he’s still trying to prove he’s better for her, that Kendall isn’t willing to take the risk of showing her off and he also doesn’t want to see Bella and Kendall alone at the Met together like he did the year before. His resentment for Kendall grows stronger after this.

Over the summer, Bella is busy non-stop in Europe and Abel takes advantage of the free time Kendall doesn’t have by being with Bella. He goes off to England to see her Dior Cruise show and spends the next week with her in both London and then in Paris- but it isn’t enough. Flash forward a bit to the beginning of August, Kylie’s birthday and the trip to the Bahamas where the two are next to each in almost every photo we got and in general living it the hell up together on their first legitimate vacation in forever. Abel of course is pissed, he’s started to develop actual feelings for Bella a year ago and had thought she was returning them, he’s in too deep for his own good and Bella is practically out of the water. He invites her to spend nearly every moment in August with him at his home in LA. Bella says in her GQ interview that she was practically living there for the month. He keeps it completely lowkey, trying to get her to spend all her time in LA with just him and away from the limelight, Kendall, and her family that he has started to suspect knows about them.

This month with him, of course, means nothing to Bella, because Kendall is the love of her life.

The LOVE Bracelet and “Abel” Necklace:

Moving forward to September 29th and the first sighting of the LOVE bracelet. Now, I didn’t notice this until I was looking through old posts but Bella actually starting wearing her Cartier bracelet before the trip to Japan. I had thought that he’d given it to her as a birthday gift and did it early while they were on vacation, but that doesn’t make any lick of sense for him to give it to her over a week before her birthday and a week before the vacation! But, guess who is in these September 29th candids- that’s right, Kendall! The first time we see the bracelet it’s while Kendall and her are out and about in New York. Kendall doesn’t go to Japan nor does she go to Bella’s birthday. This was an early birthday celebration for the two of them. They both skipped Paris fashion week to loiter around New York together after all- out of sight and out of mind of the real action across the seas, it was the perfect cover up and Kendall gifted her the bracelet as a show of her love.

Bella immediately feels bad about this bracelet, though. She knows  Abel is in love with her now- he joined her on the trip to Japan (her mother says she had a shoot then) to make up for the fact they never gone on a legitimate vacation like her and Kendall have. Even if he knows it’s not real he can’t help himself, but there’s nothing Bella can do anymore. She’s got her head on Kendall and Kendall alone so she’s not removing the bracelet, and she lies and says she bought it herself though Abel knows the painful truth. In an attempt to make up for it to Abel, she buys a necklace with his name on it, a token to him for their relationship, to wear along with the bracelet. This necklace doesn’t appear until after Japan, though, two weeks after getting the bracelet. The jeweler who made them posted photos of them after they were first made (before being sent to Bella) on- you guessed- September 29th, the same day we first see the bracelet.

Both the necklace and bracelet would only last a month though- Bella and Abel break up the first week of November- TWO DAYS AFTER KELLA GO TO A LAKERS GAME TOGETHER. One of the only few public outings we go to see of Abel and Bella was a Lakers game in April, which Bella made a point of saying that Abel pulled strings to get them courtside sets, and her she was - courtside at a Lakers game with Kendall just 6 months later. This was something special to him, one of the only “cliche dates” they ever went on was to see this basketball game. It feels like an absolute stab in the heart to him and this is what breaks him. 

He can’t handle it anymore- having to constantly feel like he has to prove himself to a girl who is clearly devoted to someone else. He always knew this, always tried to keep it in mind, but it;s too much to bare anymore and he can’t handle the thought of seeing Bella and Kendall together- in person- during VSFS so he calls it off and immediately alerts the press that they’ve broken up with one another. Unable to give the real reason, he settles on scheduling differences and tries to pretend he’s not heartbroken though he still loves Bella and knows that he’ll miss her.

Abel and Selena

Bella and Kendall were intent to continue to keep things on the down low- that’s why this whole mess started after all, was they wanted to be private. They don’t see each other after VSFS until New Years Eve- which they spend together in LA. This, for some reason, bothers the hell out of Abel, who spends NYE alone working. Last year he had Bella with him in Miami and then she went with him to Los Vegas, after, and now he gets no one at all. It’s the first time he sees them together on their own free-will and he snaps, he thought he’d be able to move on but seeing that they’d started off the year together strikes a nerve.

A bit less than two weeks later- we get him and Selena. He’s flaunty and extra for the cameras (just as he feels Bella and Kendall are) and makes sure he’s seen, he wants Bella to feel like he can move on just as quickly. He doesn’t need Bella, he doesn’t love her, he can move on quickly and find someone else, too (though technically Bella never had anything to move on from!).

There’s really not much Bella can do about the media driven drama of it all, Abel has a leg up on her and she doesn’t want to risk him exposing everything between her and Kendall. But if he can flaunt, then so can she.Kella is lit now more than ever. Bella goes and gets tattoos with Kendall and they go to non stop parties- including Yams Day where Abel has to see them in person once more. They fly out alone that night on a private jet with one another to spend a week in Paris of all places- walking every show together during Haute Couture fashion week. Towards the end of their week in Paris, Abel and Selena are seen leaving D&B- Selena wearing Abels necklace. For those who don’t know, the suspicions of Abel and Bella began in March 2015, when Abel posted a photo of Bella (without her face showing) wearing an “XO” chain on instagram! Bella returns to New York and two days later- Abel has decided to have a European-paparazzi stalked excursion of his own in Italy with Selena. This time it’s a true vacation that he never had with Bella, trying to prove once more that he has moved on (though clearly he hasn’t! Get yourself together Abel!)

During New York Fashion week, Kella are going party to party and walking more of the same shows, again, all without Gigi or really any of their other shared friends- it’s just the two of them for the most part being cute as hell. Mutual friend, Daniel, lets them use his apartment as a cover up since he lives in the same building as Gigi, no one would suspect a thing. Now they’re in London together again, flying out together and going to more parties and clubs with one another, Kendall is shooting Bella for something- a dream she has always had but wasn’t able to do with Abel leering over before.

Well, why chose Selena? His choice is to get back at Kendall and Gigi more than anyone. Kendall “stole his girl” and ruined his only chance at love while Gigi acted like one of their biggest supporters when she was lowkey helping Kella the whole time. Who better than the best friend of Taylor Swift?! To bother Kendall, it’s the best choice for the moment considering Taylor’s beef with Kim/Kanye and his own upcoming “beef” with Justin. It’s a slight annoyance to Kendall in his mind though she hardly even cares, let alone realizes, since it’s not her beef with Taylor and Selena isn’t actually Taylor, either. Part of it bothers her due to the “beef” it causes between Abel and Justin- and Kendall loves Justin- but it barely goes beyond an irritation. Gigi is slightly bothered by it since it seemingly puts her in a place between Taylor and her sister but in reality, Gigi and Selena were hardly friends either and unlike Abel, she knows how to act like an adult and not hype up unnecessary drama.

This revenge was only ever real in his head and he’s quickly realizing that this, hence the increase in candids- the ones of them on the yacht, taken on the 11th but planted to be released on Valentine’s day another desperate stab at Kendall, trying to mock her for the Hendall candids the year prior. Bella already had plans to spend the night with her secret lover but she responded to Abels stunting by posting on instagram that Kendall was her Valentine this year, showing off their candy rings and all!

Part of why Kella kept things on the low was out of respect for Abel, after this Bella decided “screw it” and things got hay-wire. Anwar is the first to unfollow because hes known about everything all along- he’s practically Bella’s best friend and he’s chill with Kendall, too, and has been spending more time with her lately than he ever did Abel. Anwar is also mad Abel is trying to ruin his sister’s happiness and encouraged Bella to not hold back on the Kendall loving. Yolanda and the rest of the friends/fam were more sympathetic, Abel was in love and it must hurt- but as Abel continues to go out of his way to make a fool out of Bella they begin to cut him out. Abel is pissed and unfollows everyone because “what the fuck- how do you pick Kendall over me?” He was great, wasn’t afraid to show her off now and then unlike Kendall- though he’s wrong about that because now that Bella has been stripped away from her for so long, Kendall is making up for lost time, as we’ve been seeing.

Moving Forward:

Predictions of the future, to round this post out. Can’t have a proper conspiracy without a hypothesis.

Kendall is no stranger to gay/bi rumours, something she’s never commented on or addressed despite them being so prevalent (to the point of annoyance, though I suppose I’m only contributing). With all the shit she already gets and her desperation to not be associated with her family, Kendall keeps her sexuality to herself, not wanting it exposed and played out on television (especially after having to watch Caitlyn’s transition, she feels the reaction to her not being straight would be too much for her to bare).

However, there has been word that Kris wants to talk about someone in the family being bi on the show. Prediction is obviously that Kendall is the bisexual of the family and by the end of the year we will see the true rise of Kella, though we’ll begin to get some less than subtle hints during Met Gala, another end-of-summer vacation, and over the top alone time with them in September during the next fashion month. 

Try and Stop Me

AH AU Klaroline fic. Chapter 1/3. Also on A03 (x)

Inspired by the Tumblr story: ‘I’ve seen this guy every day for two weeks and he always beats me to the lights. This morning I was in front of him and he literally jogged to get in front of me, turned and said “I’ve been winning for two weeks, can’t stop now. Have a good day, I’ll see you tomorrow’ - TOMORROW I’M WEARING RUNNING SHOES”

This may be Caroline’s competitive side speaking but there’s no way she’s going to lose on her morning fucking commute.

Elena and Bonnie just don’t understand. This isn’t just some random member of the general public making a nuisance of himself. This is war.

Every day on her way to work, Caroline sees the same faces that she always has for the past two years, since she started working for The New York Times. People who get on or off at the same subway stops she does, or buy coffee at the same vendor on Eighth Avenue just before she enters the lobby. There’s Louboutin Lady, who has an array of the to-die-for-shoes, the beautiful Ballet Dancer who gets off three stops before Caroline does and the Coffee Traitor, who works at Starbucks but always has a Dunkin Donuts cup.

Then there’s him.

Up until today he’s just been another New York commuter in the great city’s rich landscape. She’s never been able to come up with a name for him because there’s no stable characteristic. Sometimes he’s on the phone or has a folder under one arm. Once she saw him with a load of Fifth Avenue bags telling his friend that he loved his sister but he’d cut up all her credit cards if it got her to leave town. So at least he’s a family man. He’s damn good looking too; toned muscles, tight blonde curls and blue eyes. He’s just a little taller than her, with long legs which are always encased in dark wash designer jeans. She’s often got tickets to New York’s Fashion Week, she knows these things.

Carrie Bradshaw eat your heart out.

But anyway. It’s the long legs that Caroline blames. It’s why he’s been in front of her every morning for the past two years and its always why Caroline’s determined to win. He joins the sea of people headed to Eighth Avenue a little ahead of her, but Caroline due to her shorter stature and trying to push past tourists walking at a glacial pace in high heels is always three steps behind him. Meaning she gets stopped by the lights and he doesn’t.

But this morning something must have disrupted him because as she’s walking along having already counted off Louboutin Lady, Ballet Dancer and Coffee Traitor, the blonde speed walker is nowhere in sight. She’d looked left and right and hadn’t been able to see him. It was only when she’d felt someone whiz past her that she’d noticed the familiar blonde curls and leather jacket beside her left elbow.

The bastard had actually ran to get in front of her. Once he was a few paces in front he’d turned and stopped. She can still remember him clear as day winking at her and saying “I’ve been winning for two years, can’t stop now Sweetheart. Have a good day, see you same time tomorrow” before jogging off again.

So. War.

As she recounts this to the girls, who are lying around the living room in various states of exhaustion, she waits for their strategic advice. Elena, who is entirely horizontal on one of the sofas, her feet resting in her elder sister’s lap is the first to speak.

“Care, I think you might be overreacting”

Caroline glares at her in response. Honestly she doesn’t know what she was expecting. Elena was always the peacemaker ever since they were babies. She always feels bad but Kat’s nickname of ‘Saint Elena’ does make her giggle, even if she always does leap to Elena’s defence. And, in fairness, Elena has just finished her rotation for the day in the ER, so Caroline can’t expect her to be at full fighting fitness. Instead she turns to Kat, who miraculously has stopped texting for once. In the city that never sleeps, Elena’s big sister makes full use of every avenue. She sleeps with her phone, although from all the A list parties she gets invited to, and the parade of guys she’s brought home at 5am, none of them are actually sure Katherine ever does sleep.

“Is he good looking?”

Elena snorts at Katherine’s priorities and gets her toes pinched in reaction. Before the Petrova sisters can completely ruin the evening by descending into their trademark bickering, Bonnie intercedes thank God.

“I think what we’re all interested to know is, why are you reacting so strongly to what was obviously just some jackass being cocky on his way to work? If you see him tomorrow just ignore him”

Caroline looks around at the three girls who have known her for her entire life. Have gotten her through every grade at school, every break-up, her parents messy divorce, even that whole thing with Tyler last fall. She should have called Enzo, she thinks petulantly.

“Because Bonnie, the guy has never spoken to me in two years but he’s noticed me. He initiated a challenge. No strike that, the guy has been beating me at a challenge I didn’t even know I was part of. I didn’t win Travel Journalist of the Year for the last three years straight by being some push over”

Caroline sits down once more, feeling her point adequately made. Taking a hearty sip of her vodka and lemonade she mentally reviews her wardrobe, mapping out an outfit she can wear that will work with her trainers and a pair of actual work shoes she can change into in the ladies restrooms at work.

****

Enzo [8.40 am]: Slow and Steady Gorgeous J xx

Caroline knows Enzo’s being sarcastic but she can’t help but appreciate the text all the same. She’d called him last night to ask his opinion. Given that it was all harmless really and she wasn’t about to take up her best friend’s offer of getting her laid to relieve the evident tension she must be feeling (the asshole was lucky he was in Chicago with his band so she couldn’t physically punch him) he’d been more supportive than the girls.

Gorgeous [8.41am]: Already on the starting blocks coach xx

Gorgeous [8.42am]: Now stop distracting me. I can see Luscious in Leather now xx

Enzo [8.43am]: Luscious in Leather?! Are you sure you don’t want to shag this guy?! Xx

Gorgeous [8.44am]: ENZO I WILL NOT LOSE BECAUSE OF YOUR BRITISHISMS

Gorgeous [8.44am]: XX

Tucking her phone back into her bag, Caroline picks up the pace, jogging along the two blocks it normally takes her after the subway to spot Blonde and British. Sure enough, she sees him swanning along at his regular pace. He’s just about to hit the street lights so Caroline puts a spurt of speed on and dashes past him. For a minute she thinks it’s a wasted effort beyond her own satisfaction (which is important but it isn’t enough. She needs this guy to know he’s been beaten) and that he hasn’t seen her.

That is until Caroline hears a roar of laughter down the street and the sound of rapid footfalls coming closer.

“Wait! Wait love!” Caroline turns – the runner’s cardinal sin – and spots her intended victim dashing after her. There are several commuters staring at them in mild interest over the outburst from the typical quiet shuffling of a morning. As much as she’s enjoying proving him wrong, she does hope she hasn’t started something she’ll have to continue doing for the foreseeable future. Hell please say she doesn’t have to jog to work every morning from now on. Elena must never know or there’ll be no living with her after this.

The guy practically blurs past her she stops so abruptly. Ducking his head with an embarrassed smile, he wheels round and trots back over until they’re standing face to face.

Mistake.

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What Are Friends For - Buttercream Imagine

A/N omg I love your writing!! could you do one where you’re best friends/neighbours with the Maynards/Josh and you and your boyfriend get into a massive fight leading to a breakup and they hear everything(even though the rest of the boys are over)and comfort you


“Can you hear shouting?” Joe asked. The boys all went quiet trying to figure out where it was coming from. 
“Its the neighbour again. Sounds like her boyfriend is round” Josh commented with Conor and Jack agreeing. They always knew when Y/N’S boyfriend came round something big would happen meaning a long night of arguments. 
“He’s always starting shit with her” Conor added.
“Why doesn’t she just leave him then?” Caspar asked with a confused tone. If it was only that simple. 
“She’s tried but every time he’s beaten her and arguments continue. He locks her in the apartment so she can’t escape” Jack replied. Normally after an argument Y/N would go round the Maynards/Pieters apartment as they would cheer her up and make sure she is ok. They were good friends. They all looked out for one another. However, there was nothing they could do until he left and at this moment in time the shouting and screaming kept on getting worse.
“Will you just stop” Y/N Shouted with fear in her voice. The sound of glass hitting the wall moved through the boys apartment. 
“You’re a worthless piece of shit you arent even special i cannot be bothered with a stupid little girl anymore” The boyfriend shouted with a laugh in his voice and with that the sound slamming door filled the room and quietness afterwards. 

“I take it its over?” Oli broke the silence with Jack nodding, moving out his seat walking to the door. “Back in a minute” This was a normal process for Jack. Once he knew the boyfriend (well now ex) had left the building Jack would go round and bring Y/N back. Conor and Josh let him do it because they thought he took a liking to Y/N. They thought he could be the knight in shining armour. Jack soon appeared back in the front room with a timid girl standing behind him. 

“Guys this is Y/N” Jack introduced Y/N while she gave a small smile. “Don’t worry these guys are harmless they cant hurt a fly” Jack laughed guiding her to the sofa. Joe, Caspar, Oli and Mikey introduced themselves one by one and you could see she started to feel more at ease with the environment. 
“Here you go” She flinched as Josh handed her a cup of tea.
“Its ok, you’re safe here remember that” Jack rubbed her back comforting her.
“So why haven’t we seen you before then Y/N?” Mikey asked making friendly conversation.
“They want to hide me away” Y/N giggled causing Jack, Conor and Josh to scoff. 
“We would do no such thing!” Josh laughed. “You guys just aren’t available when Y/N is”
“We should change that you seem lovely” Joe commented with a smile. Conor started to smirk over at Jack as he gave Joe a glare. Obviously someone had a crush. 
“Are you all youtubers then?” Y/N asked wanting to get to know the other guys. “Yes we are that’s how we all became friends” Caspar smiled. 
“Remind me to take a look at your channels then” Y/N smiled. 
“You have a nice smile you know that?” Oli complimented Y/N causing her to blush. 
“stoppppp” Y/N said dragging out the p. Changing the subject off her (thanks to Oli) “Put some of your videos on, i want to watch them”. For the next hour or so Y/N got to watch the some of the boys videos and she couldn’t stop laughing. At one point she was even crying with laughter.
“Oh god, my cheeks hurt, you guys are hilarious” She said trying not to smile anymore but failing miserably.
“At least you have a good sense of humour!” 
“Of course i do” Y/N defended herself with pride. The boys found out that Y/N had a lot of independence, good humour, conversation skills and was herself and they loved it. They loved how she went through so much shit and she still could hold it together. You could tell they were all going to be good friends. 

As the night came to a close the other guys left and now it was only the 4 of them left. Going back onto the subject which brought Y/N over in the first place.
“You need to clean them cuts, make sure they don’t get infected” Conor said grabbing the antibiotic wipes and passing them to Jack. Jack started to clean the wounds causing Y/N to hiss in pain. Once again this became a regular thing. No one actually spoke about what happened because they didn’t Y/N to relive it so they dodged it as much as they could.
“Please don’t go back to him” Jack mumbled making sure Josh and Conor didn’t hear. “If you feel like he’s going to come back just come here. You know where the spare key is. I don’t like seeing you get hurt” Y/N nodded 
“You guys are amazing you know that, especially you ” Jack smiled. 

“We’re all here for you, especially me” 

Two can play at this game - Part 1

Request from Anonymous: Ooohhhh!!! Or a Christian & Jay scenario where they both like her or something? Sorry, I can’t make up my mind!! -Anon who asked for Christians scene.

I wrote this with 2 point of views; Jay and Christian and tried to make it as petty as possible lol. I was going to do a third one from the reader’s p.o.v but that got too complicated so that idea was scratched. Also, there will be another part to this story.

 I hope this is easy to follow :) Happy readings xx

It’s your birthday party tonight and you have invited your close friends to your house for a small party. There were still many things to do before everyone arrives. You have to get the cake, prepare food, decorate the place, buy drinks and maybe squeeze in a little cleaning if you have time. You left your house early morning to buy the grocery and once the cake shop opens, you would pick it up. 

Jay’s P.O.V.

Tonight is [Y/N]’s party and I can’t wait to give her the present which I bought. It’s a silver bracelet that she liked when we walked past the jewelry store the other week. I was afraid she was going to in the store and buy it herself, but I told her to wait for another week because that is when they usually have sales. I lied, of course. I’ll call her and ask if she needs any help because I know she has heaps of things to do before the party. 

“Morning [Y/N], how’s everything?” 

“I’m drowning with grocery bags at the moment and out of all days, there doesn’t seem to be any taxis around. And I still need to pick up the cake,” she replied. 

“Are you shopping at the usual place?” 

“Yeah”.

“Great! I’m like 10 minutes away so I’m on my way. Text me where you are standing and I’ll meet you there”.

Christian’s P.O.V.

Yes! I just finished wrapping [Y/N]’s present. I hate wrapping presents but I’ll sit through a million how-to wrap videos for [Y/N]. I got her a personalised watch and hand bag. I put her initials on the watch’s band and the bag. I’ll call her and ask if she needs any help since I know how hard it is to plan a party. 

“Good morning, [Y/N]. Do you need any help?” 

“Hey, Christian. Yeah I’ve just done the shopping and I’m just waiting for Jay to come and help me,” she replied. 

“Jay? Isn’t he working today?”

“Nah I don’t think so. He called me earlier and asked if I needed help. I told I was doing the grocery so he’s meeting me soon. OH shit! I forgot about the cake?! Damn. Can I call you back, Christian?” 

“Cake? I thought you ordered it?”

“I did, but I need to pick it up and it’s across town. I should have told Jay to pick it instead.”

“I’ll do it, [Y/N]. Give me the address.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Christian! I’ll text you the address and I’ll call them in advance so they know. Can you drop it by my house when you get it?”

“Sure thing. I’ll see you soon then”.

Jay’s P.O.V.

I got off the taxi and saw [Y/N] standing there with grocery bags surrounding her feet. She must be cold as she was only wearing a t-shirt, black jeans and sneakers. 

“You’re saviour is here, [Y/N]. No need to look further.” She laughed. It is always good to hear her laugh at my jokes. “Here take my jacket. You must be freezing.” 

“Thanks so much for coming and yeah it’s so cold. I didn’t expect to buy this many. Now can you please hail a taxi, Saviour.”

When we got back to her house, I got the grocery bags and as we were walking up the steps there was somebody sitting there. It was Christian. What the hell is he doing here? Doesn’t he have to shoot those Instagram videos with them fancy visuals? Or go on Instagram Live just to show everyone that he vapes. What a loser. 

Christian’s P.O.V.

When I received [Y/N]’s message, I immediately got in a taxi and went to the cake shop. When I got the cake, the staff told me [Y/N] had already call them in advance. They also told me how lucky she was to have such a caring boyfriend. Even though [Y/N] and I aren’t a couple, I didn’t correct the staff instead I smiled and nodded. By doing that, I’m not hurting anyone right? 

I got to her house but she wasn’t home yet. Where the hell is that Jay taking her? He probably told the cab driver to take the route where his gym is. Just to show [Y/N] where he works out. What a loser. 

A few minutes later, a cab arrived in front of her house. I saw [Y/N] walking out of the taxi and she was wearing a ripped denim jacket. It looked far too big on her. As I was watching [Y/N] another figure exit the other side of the cab. The one and only Jay so the jacket must have been his. Look at him, carrying all the bags just to show off. 

“Hey Christian. You didn’t wait long at here, did you?” she asked.

“No I just got here. I saw the cake design. It’s very pretty and probably tastes sweet, just like you [Y/N].” 

“Christian, my actual birthday passed already. You don’t have to say nice things anymore. Well once every week is okay.”

We both laughed. [Y/N] unlocked her door and went in first, then me and lastly Jay. I didn’t bother helping him with the bags or greeted him.

Jay’s P.O.V.

“It’s very pretty and probably tastes sweet, just like you [Y/N].” Ugh. Who says things like that. That was so cringy I nearly dropped the bags. And that idiot didn’t bother to ask if I needed help or at least, hold the door. Why is [Y/N] friends with him.

I set the bags on the table and saw the two of them in the kitchen. They were huddling in front of the fridge. Probably looking for Christian’s sense of humour. 

“What are guys doing?” 

“We’re trying to fit this cake into the fridge. Ah there! Perfect.”

[Y/N] turned to face us and crossed her arms. 

“So, I have to start preparing the food. If the both of you are not busy, can you stay and help me? Please.”

“I’ll stay here to help you.”

Christian also insisted to stay. Great..!

Christian’s P.O.V.

Dammit, Jay also volunteered to stay. This is going to be fun..

“What do you want me to do?” 

“Um, well I need these vegetables cut and I still need to decorate the place. So one of you can help me in the kitchen and the other can decorate. So boys, choose your role.”

Jay’s P.O.V.

Obviously, I’m going to be the one helping [Y/N]. I don’t want her to be alone with Christian. 

“I’ll help you in here. Christian can decorate. He’s probably better then me, anyway.”

Christian’s P.O.V.

“What? I’m not good at decorating. Jay, you can’t cook so why would you be in here? It doesn’t make sense. You’re a musician, I’m sure your creativeness will shine through once you start to decorate.” I then threw one of the bags that had what looked like decorations in it. Or something that looked like a green balloon. It didn’t feel like it when I picked it up but oh well…

Jay’s P.O.V

“Ow! There’s a fucking melon in here, you idiot. And [Y/N] is cooking, I’ll just be cutting the vegetables and shit.”

Christian just threw a fucking melon at me. I swear, if [Y/N] wasn’t here I’ll beat his ass.

“Wow. I didn’t know I had two 5 years old in my house now. Okay, so why don’t you split the role. You guys can swap later on. Ok? Ok. Let’s get to work.” [Y/N] suggested. “Now, let me go get change into something comfy. These skinny jeans are sucking the blood out of my legs. Oh and I need to make a phone call as well. Jay, I’ll leave your jacket here.” 

As soon as [Y/N] left our sight, I turned to Christian. 

“Dude, why did you throw a melon at me? That shit hurts.”

“Oh I’m sorry, but don’t you work out and have abs or something. Surely you can take a hit from a melon.”

“Whatever man. Just stay out of my way, ok?”

Christian’s P.O.V

“Stay out of your way? What are you, a ‘do not enter’ sign? Jay, [Y/N] is also my friend so I have pretty much the same rights as you. I know how you feel about her and you probably know I feel the same way too. 

Damn.. Should I have just said that? Did I just let him have an advantage of some sort? 

Jay’s P.O.V.

“Yeah bro, I know you like her too. Kinda obvious. So what are we suppose to do? A fight to the death? 

“We’re not living in Rome [ay a reference ;)] , Jay. It’s not like we’re gladiators in those olden times. Plus she’s not a prize.”

“I know, she’s not, Christian. Well, Imma do my thing and um you do yours. We’ll let her decide?”

Christian’s P.O.V.

I don’t know how I feel after hearing Jay agreeing with me. It was good to know he’s actually serious. I’ve always thought he was somewhat of a player..? But after hearing him agree that she’s not a prize and the fact that, he wants her to choose… I can live with that. 

“Fine.” 

happy birthday (a hector bellerin imagine)

Originally posted by ultragooner89

Summary: he has a new girlfriend, and she’s totally, completely, entirely 100% fine with that, right? 

Seeing him was strange. Arriving at his birthday party and walking through a house that should have been theirs wasn’t just strange, but plain weird.

The kitchen is busy, with people crowded shoulder-to-shoulder around the island and countless empty beer cans and food wrappers littering the table. The atmosphere is light and jovial, with Justin Bieber blasting in the background and the golden fairy lights giving the room a warm glow. She continues to nurse her gin and tonic and every now and then, grabs a salted pretzel from the bowl to her left. She doesn’t want to be such a “debbie-downer” (in her best friend’s words, who keeps on trying, to no avail, to get her to join in with the karaoke in the living room where Crazy in Love is being butchered and the wine is flowing more freely) but she’s just seen him with his arm around her and now any attempts at a smile or a dance would be futile at best.

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what your sonic ship says about you
  • i have a theory that who you ship sonic with is reflected in your personality:
  • sonicxamy: you can be over excitable and occasionally annoy others. you look adorable in a bow, whoever you are.
  • sonicxsally: you didn't choose to be the leader of this project but everyone else is incompetent so you just do it so it doesn't suck.
  • sonicxshadow: either very sad or very gay. scratch that, even if you're straight, you're very gay. probably cries to live and learn. sa2 trash.
  • sonicxtails: you are smart and loyal and it'S NOT CREEPY IF THEY'RE AGED UP SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE.
  • sonicxblaze: you tend to be reserved, can come off as aggressive. you have tried to burn something with your eyes at least once.
  • sonicxelise: you are probably a really nice person but a lot of people might hate you.
  • sonicxknuckles: you find arguments cute. you have a massive sweet tooth. probably have a good sense of humour.
  • sonicxrouge: you are really sexy and angry. also slightly broke. but mostly sexy.
  • sonicxsilver: you probably apologise when you walk into doors.
  • sonicxchris: what, really? shucks, i'm sorry, you probably get more bashing than sonelise. i'm so sorry this befell you.
  • sonicxcream: you are adorable but you also could get away with murder. not saying you should, you just could.
  • sonicxeggman: you are dr. eggman trash. you would do anything for the good doctor. a n y t h i n g.
  • sonicxsonic: you probably wish they hadn't introduced so many characters. you came over sonic generations.
  • sonicxsomeoneelse: you are probably one person holding up your little fort but you don't care, you don't need anyone else, you're a badass, please stop crying.
  • sonicxONLYTHISVERSIONOFTHEMEVERYOTHERVERSIONISAWFUL: you just love to be special. probably overanalyses sonic like it's their job. i'm completely you.
  • sonicxeveryoneandanyone: cries a lot. massive slut but might be a virgin. me.
  • ace/aro sonic: traditionalist. there's a possibility that you don't want to hit me with a brick. maybe.
ID #55792

Name: Shannon
Age: 19 nearly 20 😊
Country: Australia

Hallo! I’m Shannon

I’m a pretty chill person looking to make friends with people just as goofy as me lol

I really love to read books, I mostly read YA fantasy books but I also love books about mythology, astronomy and the universe and of course manga.

Others things I’m very interested in is
Tv shows and movies: SKAM, anime (noragami, naruto, kamisama hajimemashita, bleach, yuri on ice, howls moving castle) skins, riverdale, South Park, bobs burgers I could go on forever haha
I love crystals, nature and plants 🌱 and taking photos of the stars as the milky way is very visible in my night sky ✨
I also love to draw, I don’t have a particular style but I try my best to draw things I like.
I love my dog and you can expect to get many photos of him, I have a brilliant sense of humour and I love to laugh and make people laugh
I’m currently beginning to learn Spanish, I love YouTube, music and video games (sorry I’m trying to fit as much in without rambling)

Last but not least,
I love learning about new people and I’m very interested in learning about your culture and beliefs or even your favourite milkshake flavour ❤️

Preferences: 18-25
open minded with a sense of humour

its-a-goddamn-heartbreak  asked:

Aiden and McKenzie both having to stay off school with the same bug and bickering about who's the sickest

A/N: I cannot put into words how much I love love love writing Aiden and McKenzie, they’re such an interesting duo! 💜💜 (oh and I’m totally up for writing more of them - hint hint 😉) I hope you enjoy it!! 😀


“I’m taller than you, I should get the sofa,” Aiden protested; he was curled awkwardly into one of the armchairs while staring across at McKenzie, who was sprawled along the sofa on a nest of towels and blankets.

“But you haven’t puked yet! I have!” McKenzie replied smugly, as though this was some kind of achievement. “So I need to lie down.” Aiden groaned slightly and rubbed his hand across his belly.

“Well at least I haven’t made a monumental mess that needs to be cleaned up!” Aiden jested. He was absolutely convinced that it had been McKenzie who’d infected them with whatever god awful bug was ravaging both of their insides. This hypothesis came from the fact that McKenzie had been the one to wake up at 3am and projectile vomit all over his bed and floor, whereas at that point Aiden was only feeling low key queasy.

“I couldn’t help it!” McKenzie exclaimed, pouting slightly and wriggling around on the sofa, trying to get comfy.

“You couldn’t have had the presence of mind to make it to the toilet?” Aiden said scathingly; he was massaging his stomach gently as that churning nausea was making him feel tense.

“I couldn’t!” McKenzie replied, his own hand doing a similar action to Aiden’s. “It just all came up! It came out my nose!”

“Don’t!” Aiden snapped sharply, he still had contents in his stomach and thinking about McKenzie’s coming out through his nose caused his nausea to increase. He closed his eyes, trying to take deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth.

“You gonna hurl?” McKenzie asked, sounding wickedly pleased that his adoptive brother was feeling so ill.

“No…” Aiden murmured, although he wasn’t entirely sure of that answer. He felt a hot sensation dripping from the top of his head through the rest of his body and wondered whether he should make his way to the toilet.

“You’re green Aidy!” McKenzie’s voice had a touch of worry in it now.

“I’m fine,” Aiden said slowly, the sudden churn that had begun in his stomach was fading back to a slow burble the longer he forced himself to regulate his breathing.

“Well don’t blame me when you barf everywhere!” McKenzie sighed.

“I blame you for giving me this god awful bug!” Aiden shot back, his eyes snapping open to glare at McKenzie.

“How do you know it was me?” McKenzie retorted scandalized.

“Who upchucked at 3am?” Aiden pointed out, trying to raise his eyebrows at his brother, but feeling like his face was set into a mask.

“That doesn’t mean I gave you it! I’m just sicker than you!” He answered quickly.

“How do you work that out?” Aiden asked, watching as McKenzie pulled one of the soft blankets over himself, and made a pathetic expression on his face.

“Either of us could have infected the other,” McKenzie defended.

“I doubt it,” Aiden refuted. “I know I’ve got a stronger stomach than you, but it’s not that much stronger. No, you were exposed first and infected me you wee shit!”

“Mum!” McKenzie wailed dramatically. Aiden and McKenzie had only been living with Richard and Lucy for ten months now, but they’d both been formally adopted already and McKenzie had slipped into the habit of calling them ‘mum and dad’ as though it was just meant to be.

“What is it love?” Lucy appeared in the doorway, looking concerned.

“Aiden’s being mean to me!” McKenzie whined, but even Lucy could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t really serious. “He says I’ve infected him!”

“It doesn’t matter who gave who what,” she replied calmly, she’d crossed to the sofa and started tucking McKenzie in the blanket, wrapping him up. “You’ve both got a bug, and you need to rest.”

“You hear that Aidy?” McKenzie stuck his tongue out at him. “I need rest!”

“Alright smarty pants,” Lucy stroked the younger boy’s mousy hair away from his sticky forehead. “So does Aiden, so you can’t bother him either.”

“I’m never a bother, I’m a delight!” McKenzie quipped, and had Aiden not been feeling so lousy he might have chuckled.

“At least you’ve gotten your sense of humour back,” Lucy said encouragingly. “But I do think you should have a wee nap, let your body recover from this horrid bug, eh?”

“Okay mum,” McKenzie agreed, getting himself comfy and resting his head back. Aiden watched him resting and wished that the churning in his belly would stop so he could get some rest too. Lucy had moved to perch on the footstool next to the chair Aiden was curled up on, and she patted the top of his hand gently.

“How’re you bearing up bud?” She said quietly; Aiden liked the way Lucy spoke to him – she knew he wasn’t a little kid and she didn’t treat him like one.

“My belly feels really bad,” Aiden admitted, the discomfort in his stomach was rolling over and over, he couldn’t seem to get any relief.

“Poor thing,” she clucked, then pressed the back of her hand to Aiden’s cheek. “This tummy bug is really taking it’s toll on you, you’re all pale and sweaty.”

“I just want my belly to settle…” Aiden whimpered slightly at the cool touch of her hand.

“I know darling,” she tucked Aiden’s fringe behind her ear tenderly. Six months ago, when Aiden had gotten ill for the first time while living with Lucy and Richard, he’d barely allowed Lucy to be in the same room as him, let alone touching his face and sorting his fringe. But now he felt safe enough to let her look after him while he cradled his own aching belly; he didn’t need the wall of defences he’d had up before, and best of all – he didn’t need to prioritize looking after McKenzie while trying to ignore his own roiling belly. “I can bring you an alka seltzer if you think that might settle your stomach?” She offered, Aiden squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.

“No… thanks,” he muttered, swallowing back an unusual urge to burp as his belly made a jarring movement.

“I think you should try and rest too, like McKenzie,” she suggested to him, then dragged around the footstool that she had been sitting on for him to put his feet up on.

“Okay…” Aiden agreed; he didn’t think that sleep would be an easy option for him right now. However he pretended like he was settling himself, not once removing his hand from his belly.

“You give me a shout if you need me, alright Aiden?” She told him, patting the top of his head again.

“Thanks Lucy,” he nodded, resting his head back in the chair. He wanted this to be over; he hated missing school – he hated falling more behind, he’d worked so hard to catch up! The ominous gurgling sound which emitted from his belly as he lay still on the chair did not inspire confidence.

“Was that your tummy?” McKenzie asked, he didn’t move at all but his eyes had gone wide in his face.

“Yeah…” Aiden groaned, palming both hands on the flesh of his stomach.
“It sounds like you’ve got a hippopotamus in there!” He exclaimed.

Briefly distracted by McKenzie’s bizarre description, Aiden opened his eyes and frowned across at him: “How do you know what a hippopotamus sounds like?”

“Youtube,” McKenzie said, making a brief shrugging motion from under his blanket.

“Fair enough,” Aiden accepted this as he went back to holding his stomach, just as it gave an enormous gurgle.

Gggggrrrrrlllluuuuuuurrrrrlllllllluuurrrrrgggggllleeeeee.’ Aiden swallowed hard against the sudden queasiness that rolled through his entire chest and abdomen.

“Should I call for mum?” McKenzie questioned, sounding worried again.

“No, just let me rest Kenzie!” Aiden snapped, being shorter than usual, Lucy couldn’t do anything – Aiden just had to ride this out. McKenzie fell silent as Aiden closed his eyes and rested his head back.

The silence didn’t stop Aiden from feeling worse and worse every passing second; he’d stopped rubbing his hand back and forth across his belly – fearing that the external movement was contributing to the swirling within. Aiden pressed his lips tight together as he felt an uncomfortable prickly sensation at the back of his throat, and he felt what he was sure was the muscle contraction before the hiccups began. He rubbed gently on his chest for a moment, then knew instantly that was a mistake.

Hmk!” Aiden aborted a hiccup which had begun to morph into a heave, and the result was now his stomach bubbling like a witches’ cauldron.

“Aidy?” McKenzie sounded young again, like the ten year old he really was rather than the mini adult he’d spent so long being. But Aiden couldn’t reply, he was pushing himself out of the chair he was in while trying to keep his mouth clamped closed as small ehaves began to force up his chest. “Aidy? Are you gonna throw up?”

Aiden was desperately trying to keep his mouth closed as with getting upright his whole abdomen had begun to squeeze, and with every aborted heave, there was a splash of acid at the base of his mouth. The way his face was dripping with a cold sweat, and the increasing contractions gripping his insides, he knew he was merely moments away from being sick. Yet his legs weren’t cooperating and he wobbled as he was trying to make his was out of the living room. He was only three steps from the chair he’d been resting in when he felt the liquid forcing up his throat.

Abandoning making it to the toilet, he turned his attention to the clear plastic mixing bowl that Lucy had placed next to the sofa in case McKenzie needed it. He dropped heavily to his knees and pulled it towards him before bracing his hands flat on the floor.

Baaaaaaarrraaauuuuurrrlllffff!” The heave which came up from Aiden’s belly was so strong that he momentarily felt dizzy and bright pinpricks of light seemed to flash in front of his eyes. He could taste the sour liquid in his mouth and felt it burn as it poured out through his nose. Underneath his hands and knees the ground felt like it was pitching and swaying like the deck of a ship; and he’d barely taken a breath before another heave was bursting up from his chest. “Huuuuaaarrrppp!”
  
Muuuuu-uuuuuuuum!” Aiden heard McKezie’s frantic voice yelling, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. Every time he tried to take a breath in, another retch would counteract it and bring up more puke.

Huuuuuaaarrrrrllllggghhh!” The wave of vomit that poured from Aiden’s mouth was copious, and he was aware that the bowl he was hurling into was perilously close to being full. He tried to clamp his mouth shut, but the next heave simply forced a small stream of sick to pour from his nostrils and made his eyes water and sting.

“It’s alright Aiden, that’s it, you’re alright,” he heard Lucy’s gentle voice right next to his ear, then felt her hand resting onto his shoulder, but he was still trying to stop another round of puke barrelling up his throat.

“Still gonna – hrmmmff – puke,” Aiden choked out, aborting the start of another heave by taking a sharp breath in. “Don’t wanna – hrrk – make a mess!”

“Don’t worry about that,” she reassured him, rubbing her hand in between his shoulder blades, able to feel every convulsion that he was fighting against. “I can clean up once you’re done, just let it out Aidy.” It was against his instinct, but her permission was all he needed to stop fighting.

Kkkkrrrrrruuuuaaaaarrrrrlllfffff!” The amount of sick that spilled past his lips was almost as much as the first wave had been, causing the bowl to overflow and start dripping over the rim and onto the floor. Aiden couldn’t quite understand where it was all coming from, but knew it must be the cause of his stomach sounding like a hippopotamus, as McKenzie had so uniquely put it. “Hrrrrp!” Only a mouthful of sick dribbled out this time, and Aiden’s belly ached from the force of continual heaves. He hoped he was nearly empty; his arms were quaking to hold him up and he felt drained of the little energy he had.

“That’s it, oh your poor tummy…” Lucy stroked his hair out of his eyes again, and the tenderness of her voice made a lump catch in Aiden’s throat. He was still retching, but dryly now – the action scraping at his throat. He leaned towards Lucy and was reassured when she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and allowed him to rest into her. She was soft and gentle, and Aiden’s retches gave way into weak sobs. “I’ve got you, don’t worry honey… You’ll be okay, it’s just a nasty bug you’ve got.”

Mmmmhmmm,” Aiden tried to nod, but he was so exhausted that he felt like he could fall asleep right now.

“You feel done for just now?” She asked, holding him tight, and he gave a small nod. “Let’s get you up onto the chair so you can rest up.” Aiden was trembling so fiercely that Lucy pretty much had to carry his weight from the middle of the floor back up onto the chair he had been on. He rested his head back against the chair with his eyes closed, exhausted from the small movement. “You just rest easy, I’ll get you some water to sip on, we’ll see if that helps your tummy…”

“Thanks mum,” the word had slipped out without him realising, and he didn’t bother to correct himself.

“Okay honey,” she moved his hair out of his face again, then left to get something to clean up with.

There was a few seconds of absolute silence, then McKenzie’s small voice piped up from over on the sofa:

“You’re definitely sicker than me…”

The Cowboy of Hanamura - Chapter Seven Part One

“Okay so favourite colour.”

“Blue. Favourite animal.”

“Wolves are pretty cool. You ever been drunk?”

“I have drank. I do not believe I have ever… indulged enough to lose my common sense.”

“Sounds like I’m goanna have ta ask ya to order us some more of this here Sake then, darling.”

Hanzo freezes, chopsticks full of noodles half way to his mouth before he looks at his dinner partner with a raised brow. “Jesse, are you trying to get me drunk?”

Jesse’s face turns a lovely shade of red as he backtracks. “No! Well, I mean, I was just teasing! I’d never… uh…” he trails off as he notices the shit eating grin on Hanzo’s face. “You son of a bitch.”

“My mother was a wonderful woman I will have you know.”

“Right. Guess it ain’t her fault both her sons have terrible senses of humour.”

Instead of insult or exasperation, Hanzo sighs as Jesse softly, taking hold of his left hand across the table. “Are you still hurt over this morning?”

“Han. Honey. Darling. Your brother asked if your good mood was cause of my dick in front of your dad.”

“It was funny.”

“I thought your dad was going to kill me!”

“I would not let him.”

Jesse smiles warmly but before he can say anything, Hanzo continues.

“I would at least have my way with you first.”

“Darling, you’re killing me here!” Jesse laughs, holding a hand to his heart. “So cruel!”

The fall into a comfortable silence after that, Rikimaru’s laying empty apart from them as Hanzo’s guards kept watch outside. The first time Jesse and Hanzo had come here for a date, he’d been shocked by how differently Hanzo was treated by… well, everyone. It took time for him to realize that Genji hadn’t been lying about the old generation’s views on omegas.

A month had passed since then, and slowly people began to grow used to seeing Jesse and Hanzo out together. Rikimaru’s became a favourite stop for them for lunch dates, both with and without Genji’s presence. In that time Jesse had continued to send updates from the transmitter in Sojiro’s office, as well as the newly planted bugs in both the shrine and a small office Hanzo told him was a favourite for his great uncle to spend time in. Jesse had yet to hear the Shimada elders admit to anything illicit, but he had hope. Anything to take the attention off Hanzo and Genji.

Speaking of Genji…

A cry of indignation rings out from the street outside, Hanzo visibly wincing and letting go of Jesse’s hand before the door can open. Genji’s green head pops in, glaring at Jesse before he steps inside. “So this is where you two snuck off to.”

“It is not sneaking off if we alert everyone to our whereabouts but you.” Hanzo points out, pushing a chair out with his foot as Genji nears.

He takes the offered seat, pulling Hanzo’s bowl toward him. “I’d apologize for interrupting your date but I’m not really sorry.”

“Ya never are.” Jesse jokes. “Anyhow, how’d you sneak out? Thought you were under house arrest for that party trick you pulled last night.”

The party trick in question was something better left to the imagination. But it involved a case of sake from papa Shimada’s private stash, the virgin daughter of an opposing clan, and a small horse. It was impressive as all hell and Jesse was heartbroken to keep the story to himself since he was fairly certain what had transpired was illegal in most parts of the world.

“Something more interesting came up and distracted everybody.”

“What could possibly-”

“Jesse’s dads just arrived from the north.”

anonymous asked:

Did you see that the short stories to Captive prince are out? Did you read them? Did you die laughing over The adventures of Charls, too?

I…actually…haven’t bought the Charls short story because I really had no patience for it in the storyline either? It’s the only part of the stories I consistently skip every time it comes up while groaning.

Here’s the thing. I generally have zero sense of humour. When I do have one, it’s very inconsistent. And it’s generally turned firmly off by gimmicks, even when penned by one of the best authors ever.

When I can eventually stomach it, I will purchase the Charls short story, but in the meantime I’ve read the others and I love them. Tbh, I’m a tad bitter that the third short story was a comical one, and that we didn’t ever get a short story that dealt with Damen ever saying a single word to Laurent about his child abuse background.

I will be salty about this for a long time. So, on a personal level, not only am I not likely to appreciate the humour of the Charls short story as I didn’t appreciate it in the books, I also feel like it’s taken the place of something significant. But hey, I’m sure Pacat didn’t ever mean to give readers closure on this subject as a deliberate move to invite people to imagine it for themselves, in which case it’s taken the place of nothing at all?

(Incidentally, the lack of short story to deal with Damen finally - after two and a half books - finding out about Laurent’s background with his Uncle, has made me revise my opinion of the third book (downwards, not upwards), I’m that bothered about the way that storyline was dealt with. But that’s my ‘thing’ and well…yeah. There’s always fanfiction etc. But I was sure there would be some kind of coda, and there was never was.)

But it makes me less likely to want to read a funny story, and not more likely, I apologise, anon. The other two short stories get all the thumbs up though.

anonymous asked:

Can we have a fic about Simon and Raphael's height difference? because Raphael is tiny enough to be the perfect height for Simon to kiss his forehead and I need more Saphael fluff in my life honestly

I turned it into a first attempt of writing a 5+1 story and I hope you like the way it turned out.

Five times Raphael notices their height difference and thinks about Simon kissing him (forehead, nose, lips) + one time Simon notices it as well and acts on it.


One

“How would I have known that they can’t appreciate a good vampire pun? Almost every one of them was drunk, I thought why not lighten up the mood with a joke,” Simon complained, throwing his hands in the air before crossing his arms in front of his chest, mirroring the clan leader’s posture who was frowning at him with an annoyed glint in his eyes.

“All of the Boston Clan members that attended this meeting are a few centuries old, why would you think even one of them would appreciate this stupid kind of humour?!” Raphael glared at the fledgeling and part of him regretted making the young vampire his advisor because it had meant for Simon to attend said meeting and therefore kind of ruining it. It had gone so well, especially considering that the members of the Boston clan were pretty stuck up anyway, but then Simon had to go and ruin it with a silly joke.

Why is a vampire a good person to take out for meals? Because he eats necks to nothing!

“Come on, it was at least a little bit funny!”

“Not at all. It was a stupid joke and now it will take forever to get them to forget about it,” Raphael groaned and he had never been too fond of dealing with the Boston Clan so this only made things more complicated. Though, he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t exactly too sad about the fact that the members had left, offended by the terrible pun, instead of staying for the rest of the week as well but he couldn’t exactly tell Simon about that.

“I’m sorry. I seriously thought vampires would have a better sense of humour and that I could lighten the tense mood a little,” the fledgeling finally gave in and his shoulders slumped a little, arms hanging down by his sides again now while he was staring at Raphael with his big puppy eyes, silently asking for the leader’s forgiveness. “It won’t happen again, I swear. And if there’s anything I can do to help with them, just tell me.”

Raphael glared at the young vampire some more but it was impossible to stay angry at Simon for long, especially when the boy was looking at him like a kicked puppy. He breathed out a sigh and stepped closer to the fledgeling, his hand briefly reaching out to touch the other’s elbow, pressing his fingers against the cool skin there.

“It’s not the end of the world, I’ll manage to deal with them,” he said, offering the smallest hint of a smile while looking up at Simon. Raphael could never help but notice their slight height difference whenever he was this close to the fledgeling. It was just a few tiny inches Simon had on him but it was just enough to make him look up a little to meet the other’s eyes. Raphael pushed aside the thought that the fledgeling’s lips were at a perfect height to easily press against his nose or, tilting his head a little, forehead. It wasn’t like he ever thought about Simon doing such a thing!


Two

“Idiota, you almost got yourself killed! What were you thinking, running up to the demon like this?!” Raphael was furious enough for his fangs to pop up and he glared at the wide-eyed fledgeling sitting on the couch in the master suite, his third glass of blood cradled in his hands to help his wounds heal up faster.

“I thought I could take him out,” Simon muttered, dropping his gaze to the red liquid in the glass he was holding and slumping his shoulders. Raphael silently cursed the Nephilim, especially the redheaded girl, for once again getting Simon into such a dangerous situation. The fledgeling was still training control over his abilities and he was still far from being able to handle a serious fight against a pretty strong demon.

“I told you to keep your distance from it and to stay back!” The clan leader stopped pacing the room and crossed his arms in front of his chest, staring Simon down with his dark eyes.

“I’m sorry?” Simon offered with a small voice and obediently took a few sips of his blood to show he was listening to the clan leader now, that he was going to be healed in no time and there was nothing really to worry about. The fledgeling put down the glass after drinking half of its content and walked up to Raphael, tentatively stopping right in front of him.

“I promise I will listen to you from now on and won’t try anything this stupid again. Please don’t be mad at me,” Simon pleaded with a hopeful little smile, leaning just a tiny bit closer that Raphael was briefly distracted by the small distance between the tip of his nose and the other’s lips.

“Drink up and get some rest,” was all he replied before turning around to walk up to his desk.

“How am I supposed to just fall asleep when you’re mad at me?”

Raphael’s shoulders slumped at the almost small sounding voice and, without turning around, he muttered an “It’s not you I’m mad at” that was just loud enough for Simon to pick it up. The fledgeling seemed happy enough with this reply because he actually did what he had been told - downed the rest of the blood before settling into the silky sheets of Raphael’s large bed to take a nap.

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impickingtheusername  asked:

I just discovered you have OCs that are Thomas and Elisha's children, and now I want to know everything about them. Do you have a reference sheet that you can point me to or a list of fics including them??

Sure, I’ll give you what I have.

The kids are still pretty new, so there isn’t a lot of information about them. There’s a small number of fics, and the rest of it is mostly things me and @flying-guinea-pig have been talking about privately. She’s free to add stuff to this if she wants. The fics they show up in are (briefly) this from @flying-guinea-pig, this from @phenyxsnest, and these two from me. Then there’s this piece of art I made of them.

Anyways, general information, some of which I’m making up on the spot. There’s two girls, by the names Isabelle and Agatha. Agatha is the oldest one, born when Elisha is about 27 and Thomas is around 30, and Isabelle is three-four years younger.

Agatha takes mostly after her dad. Or at least she inherits his terrible sense of humour, something she never forgives him for. She has a passion for cryptozoology from a young age, which she keeps when she grows up past the point she relizes it’s not all climbing mountains to find gryphons. She’s a very sporty person, unlike most of her family, and when she isn’t reading is often out running or playing some kind of sport. This fondness for physical activity is almost enough to explain why she keeps breaking things, like her own bones, but mostly that has to be chalked up to her just somehow being stupidly unlucky. If there is a bone in the human body, Agatha has probably broken it before she hits thirty. She worries her parents to death.

Isabelle takes more after her mother in sense of humour, general attitude, and intrest for clothes and makeup. She tends to be loud, which ruins most of her more subtle jokes before she hits her teens and learns when to shut up. She’s fond of animals, and once had a tank full of glowing fish, but they didn’t make it. She spends half her time at friends’ houses playing with their pets if they have them. She does finally manage to talk her parents into letting her have a real pet when she’s eleven, but that’s another story. One thing she doesn’t inherit is Elisha’s troubles with men, as Isabelle is almost exclusively into girls.