away-from-her

alysername  asked:

I work at a beauty supply store, not that it matters for context, but today this little girl, around 7 was like... snapping her fingers at me... like I was a dog as I rang her mother out. I don't get it, he mother didn't even notice... why don't people teach their children proper manners? And then this girl just snatched her things away from her mother... seriously fuck customers.

BTS as Things Me And My Friends Did This Year At School

Jin: eat 12 s'mores as a substitute for lunch

Suga: sleep through 4 hours of class sTRAIGHT

J-Hope: have a dance battle with our dance teacher and wIN

Rap Monster: cuss at our Spanish teacher in English so she wouldn’t understand after she gave him a bad grade

Jimin: have a group of girls around him intently listening to his story about petting a kitten

V: get lost in the cAFETERIA, we didn’t find him till last period

Jungkook: have a girl blow a kiss at him and subsequently dab away from her in a weird frenzy (yes dab away you heard me right)

I was gonna meme the shit out of this but overwhelming love happened.

Water Aesthetic. Sorry this is not witchy, gotta break rules for the best friend.

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The Artist

Genre: Fluff

College AU

Characters: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 1845

A/N: Just a short and sweet Jimin drabble~ I really hope you guys like it!

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I remember the first time I saw her drawing she had her hair pulled up with a black hair tie, letting me take in all the angles and curves that made her pretty face. I also remember that being the only time I had seen her with her hair completely away from her face, every day after that her hair was neatly placed over one shoulder. Maybe it was because it was hot that day, or maybe because those locks had gotten in the way of her drawing in that moment.

Either way, as I sat across the café, the only thing I could focus on was her.

She was like clockwork. Every other day, at seven in the evening, she sat at the same table, ordered the same cup of coffee, and drew in the same dull green sketch book whose number of pages slowly decreased as the days went on.

She has something of a routine when she drew. She would draw for a good fifteen minutes, lip caught between her teeth, sit back and examine her work, make a face at it, and continue to add to her art. I wondered if she had designed any of the art decorating her left arm. The black ink started at her wrist and disappeared under the pulled-up sleeve of her black long sleeve.

There were many people who frequented the café who knew of her, people outside of the café too. The artist who would sit down, sip on her coffee and ensue to draw the customers.

Every day it would change, I’ve witness her drawing a student studying, a mother and daughter having a chat over a cup of tea, a business man having a conversation on his phone, even a couple snuggled up on the couch sharing a hot chocolate. A different art piece every day. And when she was done, coffee long gone and fingers and wrists dusted in lead, she would walk over to her subject of that day, hand them the drawing and thank them with a small smile then proceed to leave the café.

The reactions would all differ slightly, but ultimately were the same: amazement. Her drawings were beautiful and captured moments and emotions better than any photo could.


“Yeah, she sits at this café and just draws people. It’s pretty awesome! Taehyung actually has a drawing of him that she made this one time he was there. She even caught his rectangular smile perfectly.” Namjoon explained spreading his own lips in a mock Taehyung style way making the actual rectangular smiled boy push him playfully.

I learned from Namjoon that she was an art major just like the rest of us. Apparently, she also had a class with Jeongguk.

“She’s really quiet and keeps to herself a lot.” Jeongguk put in as he kicked a stray rock on the pavement. “Now that I think about it, she doesn’t really talk to anyone.”

“I think Yoongi had told me something about her being a regular at his tattoo parlor. She has this really cool left sleeve that she adds on to every now and then.” Taehyung put in.

“Oh yeah! I’ve caught glances at her tattoos. I think one of my favorites that I’ve seen on her is this phoenix looking bird.” Jeongguk added as he motioned to his forearm where Y/N probably adorned the ink.

“So why were you asking, Jimin?”

“Oh, it’s just, I think I ran into her the other day.”


“Can I have four iced americanos, two iced vanilla lattes, and one mocha frappe, all large sizes, please?”

“That’s a pretty big order.” I laughed along with the cashier as I handed over my card.

“Yeah, it’s my turn to do the coffee run.” I explained as I took back my card. I walked away from the counter and sat down patiently to hear my name. It wasn’t long before I was given the two large cup holders with all our drinks carefully placed inside. I walked out of the café, pushing open the door with my shoulder and treaded over to my car.

I hadn’t realized I was in a dilemma until I stood in front of my car, both hands preoccupied, and unable to open the car door, let alone grab my keys inside my jeans pocket. I didn’t want to place the drinks on the floor or on the car hood in fear of spilling them so I decided the best thing to do was go back inside and take the holders out one by one.

As I began to turn around and head back inside I heard someone quietly speak beside me.

“Need some help?” I turned around to face the owner of the voice. I blinked at the girl for a few seconds, not realizing fast enough what it was she had meant. She gestured towards the drinks in my hand and softly offered to hold one of the cardboard cup holders.

“Oh, um, please?” I say and slowly hand over the one with three drinks. Not wanting to waste any time, I quickly get a hold of my car keys and open the door, placing the drinks I had in my hand on the passenger seat. I turned around and took the other drinks from her hands, silently observing that she adorned tattoos on her left arm. “Thanks for your help.” I rapidly say once I had placed those drinks safely inside too.

“It’s no problem.” She said with a smile and walked away immediately after. I watched as she walked over to the entrance of the café and disappeared inside.

I remember thinking that she had seemed so nice. I also remember promising to maybe come back some day in hope that she might be there and I could run into her again. Maybe get her name next time.


By some luck, the week after, I saw her again. Unfortunately, I hadn’t caught her name because she was already walking out. I managed to make eye contact with her as she walked past me to her own car. I cautiously waved at her from my position, hoping that maybe she recognized me. Her gaze lingered for a second, making me believe that maybe she didn’t remember me. I had started to feel like an idiot before she lifted her own hand to return my hello. That wave alone had made my whole day.

I learned later from one of the baristas that she was a regular. A very special regular.

My encounters with her after that were scarce and small, but never short of amazing.

Things ranging between gentle hellos and quick “how was your day”s as we waited for our coffees to be prepared. I had begun to use the café as a study spot, in hope that I would build up the courage to talk to her. Unfortunately, I couldn’t even bring myself to give her my name. And what was worse was that as time went on, I developed more and more of a crush on her, making it harder and harder to confront her.


“So, what you’re trying to tell me is that I have to divide this number into this number and that would give me my answer?”

“Yes, Jeongguk, for the hundredth time, yes!”

“And that’s the tangent?”

“Yes.”

“But what abo–”

“I give up.” I exclaim as I slump over and bury my face into Jeongguk’s math book.

“You suck at tutoring.” Jeongguk accuses as he sips from his coffee, making slurping sounds as he finishes the iced beverage. “Namjoon is way better at this than you are.”

“Well why didn’t you ask him?!” I question, glaring at the younger boy, chin still placed on the glossy pages of his textbook.

“He said something about having to finish composing some song for a class.” He said as he opened his cup and began munching on some of the left-over ice.

“So you asked me to waste my precious time on helping you with a subject I’m only marginally better at than you?” Jeongguk scoffs at my words and leans in closer to me.

“Precious time? All you do is stalk Y/N.” At the mention of her name, I sit up quickly and glance behind the brunette’s shoulder at the tattooed girl sitting a few tables away. “You even fought me for that seat so you could look at her this whole time.”

I could feel my cheeks burn pink at his words. “I do not stalk her!” I angrily whisper. “I want to talk to her, I just don’t know how to do it.” My eyes turn back to her and I observe as she lets her pencil glide along the paper, quietly wondering who she was drawing today. Maybe it was the long-haired girl with glasses reading over on one of the couches, she looked like drawing material if you ask me.

“Whatever you say.” I was about to reprimand him for his words but he cut me off before I could. “I’m going to the bathroom. Could you order us some more coffee? I’d like some more caffeine before we start round two of this study session.” And before I could even say no, he was gone.

Huffing in defeat, I stand up and walk over to the counter to order our drinks.

“You owe me.” I say as soon as I come back, placing the two cups down. But Jeongguk wasn’t listening, instead he was beaming down at a sheet of paper in his hand. Curious, I asked him what he was looking at.

“Y/N left.”

“What?” And just as he had said, she wasn’t sat down at her usual table. Immediately, I felt a little sad that I didn’t see her leave. “Oh, she did.”

“And she left this.” I felt my heart skip a beat, realizing exactly what he meant.

“She drew you?!” I snatched the paper out of his hand instantly. Jeongguk chuckled and shook his head.

“Not me.” Looking down at the sheet of paper, I was in awe. “She drew you.”

The lines, the shading, all of it came together to create me. The me that was sitting down, pencil in hand and smiling softly at what I had been writing in that moment she had chosen to capture. Maybe it had been something Jeongguk had said, or maybe something I had been thinking about that had made me smile like that, because it sure wasn’t the math problems. I don’t think I have ever looked better than I do drawn by her hands. Is this what she sees when she looks at me?

As I continue to admire her art, I realize that along the bottom right hand corner, in pretty cursive writing, were the words,

“Jimin, I am sorry I didn’t thank you in person. I much rather do it outside of the café, maybe over dinner if you’d like.”

And underneath her short note was a ten-digit number and her name.

“Actually, I believe you owe me.”

Nude Part 4

Harry brushed the hair out of her face, in the last ten hours she had woken up only to drift back to sleep, the doctors assured him it was normal. A nurse came in every once a while to check her vitals, assuring him she would be okay. Anne offered to get Harry food but he wasn’t hungry, he just wanted her to come home with him. 

The media had gotten a hold of what happened, Harry ignored him, Gemma tweeted asking that this time all he wants is privacy, Anne tweeted the same and asked for prayers. But of course that didn’t stop the media from emailing everyone, asking for some kind of information. 

“Here,” Anne hands Harry a water. 

He looks away from Y/N, her skin was lighter than normal, she didn’t look the same and he didn’t like that. Her eyes were closed, lips lightly parted as soft snores left her mouth, his right hand gripped on to hers, his left moved away from her hair to grab the bottle. 

“She’ll be okay Harry, she’s just tired,” Anne reminds him. 

He doesn’t say anything, just sets the bottle next to him, then grabs Y/N hands with both of his. He didn’t know what to do at this point, “she’s in here because of those pictures, because of me,” he whispered. 

“No,” Anne shook her head, “this is not your fault.”

“It is,” Harry whispered, closing his eyes and resting his head on the mattress. 


Harry sits up, rubbing his eyes. He hears laughter coming from the TV and he turns to see Y/N sitting up in bed. Her eyes on the small screen, her lips pressed in a line, her eyes dull, her face emotionless. In front of her is a tray with food that is untouched. 

“Baby,” Harry says, grabbing her hand, “you’re awake. How long have you been awake? Why didn’t you wake me up? How are you feeling?”

She turns her gaze away from the TV, her eyes watery, “didn’t want to disturb you,” she mumbled. 

Harry frowns, “you could never disturb me.”

He moves the tray, sitting on the edge of her bed, “what happened?” he asked. 

She shakes her head, sniffling, “I-I can’t do it anymore,” she cried, “everyone keeps calling me these names, they touch me,” she sobbed, “I-I can’t - they all judge me.”

Harry’s heart breaks at her state, “they tell me to hurt myself, I-this one guy kept grabbing me, I-don’t feel like myself-I’m not happy,” she cried, her body shaking. 

Harry wraps his arm around her, holding her tight, he presses his lips against her forehead, trying to calm her down. But it doesn’t work, she clings on to him, letting out all her pain as he rocks her back and forth gently, holding her. 


Harry hated this place, he hated having to leave his phone, wallet, and any belongings at the door, having to sign in. He hated how the walls were blue, he hated the screaming that came from room 135, where the same women yelled at the nurse. 

He sits in the visiting room where all the other families are talking to their loved ones. That’s when he sees her, Y/N. Her hair is pulled into a messy ponytail, the same grey sweater she had stolen from Harry covers her body, sweatpants matching them. 

It’s been two weeks, two weeks since they transferred Y/N to the mental hospital. He was upset she wasn’t at home with him, but after returning her she seemed to be getting better. She would tell him about the friends she made, about how every Monday and Thursday was pet therapy, how much she hated group therapy, and how cold it was at night. 

“My love,” Harry smiled, hugging her, she smiled, inhaling his scent. 

“H,” she leaned up to kiss his cheeks, “I get to go home tomorrow.”

“I’m so excited baby,” Harry cups her cheeks, looking down at her, her eyes full of life again, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you to, and our shower, and our bed, and real food,” Y/N giggled, “and being able to go on walks without having a doctor on my heels.”

Harry laughs as she slips into the chair across from him, “how are you?” He asked. 

“Scared,” she admits, playing with his rings, “I saw it on the news you know, they think I’m crazy.”

“You’re not crazy,” Harry shakes his head, “fuck them. Y/N please don’t listen to them, please.”

“I’m scared Harry,” she says, looking at him. 

“I’m going to be with you baby, every step of the way, I’ve worked it out with Jeff. You’re going to be joining us, if you want, if you feel like it’s too much we can work something out, I can post pone my tour, your health is more important to me,” Harry says, “you almost died Y/N. You almost left me, y-you almost left.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N says, squeezing his hand. 

He smiled softly, “I know, but we can do this Y/N, you and me,” he kisses her hand, “yeah?”

She nods, smiling back, “you and me,” he says, “forever.”

“Forever,” she repeats. 

anonymous asked:

BaseLu meets DM and believes he is her father :3

Lu gasp as she noticed a man with long white hair and a deep blue horn. She runs over to him and yells, “Daddy!” She hugs one of his legs and Ciel looks down at her with emotionless eyes. 

He tries to nudge her away from her leg, but the small Demon does not unlatch herself. Ciel tries again and again, but could not get Lu away from his leg. “Lu, I’m not your father…”

“But you look like you can be my daddy!” Lu chirps up at him and she gives him a innocent smile. 

Ciel looks away and a small sigh escapes from his lips. “I guess…you can hug onto my leg for a little longer…”

Lu cheers in happiness and continues to hug his leg until Ciel plucks her away.

anonymous asked:

I agree with you that Robert grabbing Rebecca was very plotty, but this wasn't the first time he did it. He grabbed her in the pub when she revealed to Aaron that they had kissed. He wasn't quite as violent that time, but it was partly because Aaron told him to leave her alone and hold Robert away from her.

I mean I’m not saying it was completely out of character or anything. It just felt over the top and out of place in this instance. She wasn’t even doing anything other than sitting there at that point. At least in the other scene she was trying to screw him over. That makes more sense to me as a reaction. This felt purely thrown in there for plot reasons. 

Date Night

Continuing with the head canons, so here is another for one of my favorite ships, Nicsen, also known as Nicole and Jensen. Read more about this amazing couple here. Tags under the cut…

Date night was always a great night with for Nicole and Jensen. With him working long hours away from her, sometimes for weeks at a time, the two, maybe three days they had together was always time well spent. 

Jensen’s favorite date nights were the ones they had in. One or both of them would cook, then they would curl up with a movie or catch up a new episodes of their favorite shows. He loved to cuddle with her, breathing her in, memorizing her touch, feel and scent to get him through the next couple of weeks. 

Nicole’s favorite date nights were the one when Jensen would cook her dinner. The table was always set, candles and a nice bottle of wine or sometimes just beer. It was the company that mattered, not what they ate or drank. She loved to go walking after dinner, hand in hand with Jensen, with no destination in mind. Sometimes they would talk, sometimes they would stroll in comfortable silence.

Every once in a while, they would get dressed up and hit the town. Whether they were in Kansas or Vancouver, neither of them cared where they went, as long as they were together, it was always perfect. 

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WHAT THE…??? OKAY SOCIETY SURPASSED THE LIMITS THIS TIME.
First, try to ignore this Chemistry teacher. Really. I know it’s hard but…people like that are rarely convinced. Just do you best at school and try to stay away from her. Of course you’re not an infection, you should be respected, like everyone else and be called by the pronoun of your choice. Just…don’t give a shit if someone keeps saying garbage. I mean it. Just think about it, ask yourself, how many people in your class think your homophobic teacher is an idiot. I think many, but no one says it out loud. If you somehow make friends and talk to them about what’s going on, maybe they could stand and go sit with you even if the teacher says the opposite. I don’t know, it would be an huge defence, but you would need to talk to your friends first, I mean, tell them how frustrated you are, just like you’re telling me. Friends can help a lot when it comes to social strength.

About your good teacher. Well, if the bad teacher reported the teacher that was trying to help you, that means there must be a specific person responsible for all the investigation and stuff, like a headmaster. You could search for this person and explain what’s happening, maybe they’ll understand what’s going on. The good teacher could be left alone and the bad teacher could be reported. What this bad teacher has been doing to you, that’s harassment, public exclusion and sexism. I’m quite sure that’s worth a few reports.
Good luck, friend. Feel free to send asks anytime.

anonymous asked:

(its just a short one so, but thanks) So i came out to my mum, and guess what hey she don't believe me ;D. She calls me by dead pronouns, refuses to buy me a binder, and took me out of therapy. And keeps saying im a "Butch in denual". So meh BF, has to secretly call me "she" at times (which kills me) but when were away, man he always refers to me as him and calls me handsome and oh boy hes wonderful. He's fucking amazing and i love meh boy ;D. But thats pretty much it

awe what a sweet bf ♡♡ im sorry you have to deal with your mother, although i cant promise you she will change an accept you its still a possibility and soon enough youll be out of the house and away from her !

anonymous asked:

I thank god everyday bc i had this fujoshi friend whom i disliked but she was glued to me i couldnt get away from her and last year she cut all ties w/ me bc i told her i thought rea/per/76 was so boring and she only shipped them bc she only cares abt conventionally attractive men. Thats literally the reason why she hates me now. And by curiosity today i checked if her blogs still up and shes still fujoshi hell and vagues abt me (7 months later!!) i could not make this shit up

i’m happy for you but also what the hell are straight women…

If you, as a parent, have ever told your kids that they’re stupid, that they’re fat, that they need to lose weight, that they look pregnant in a certain outfit, that their make up looks horrible, that their haircut is crappy, that they’re not smart enough for certain things, and you purposefully drag your children down, even if you think you’re “just joking” then you are what’s wrong with society and you are the cause of your child’s insecurities.

‘Supergirl’ Star Chyler Leigh on the Evolution of Sanvers Relationship

Leigh expressed reluctance for her character’s storlyine to shift away from her relationship with her sister Kara (Melissa Benoist), and revealed she only found out the revelation about her sexuality three weeks before shooting.

The rest is history, and the relationship between Leigh’s Alex Danvers and Detective Maggie Sawyer (Floriana Lima) has become a fan-favorite development lovingly referred to as a “Sanvers.”

From the outset, Leigh was concerned with how the portrayal would play out on screen. “I was really concerned about how it was going to be approached,” she said. “I didn’t want it to be some ratings ploy. I wanted to make sure that if this was done, and we were doing something at this level, and this is a character now that’s on a comic book show — I know they’ve done it with ‘Arrow’ and there’s characters in the Arrowverse [that are LGBT] — but because this is such a female-driven show, I wanted to make sure it was done delicately.”

The actress also discussed how she and Lima tried to infuse naturalness into the relationship on screen.

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let's admit it

the real reason astra had to die before season 2 is because she would have yeeted mon-hell’s misogynistic, slave-owning, Daxamite ass to the other side of the galaxy and away from her precious niece the second they opened up that pod

and probably also because she’d declare lena luthor the only suitable match for her darling ‘little one’