because there is no d in my life right now

  • Aries: People hold hands? Psh I can't relate, I throw hands like a real man.
  • Taurus: [puts on fake glasses] It's time to read some hoes.
  • Gemini: Me actually liking someone? Sounds fake, I just like the validation that I'm not complete trash.
  • Cancer: I'm internally screaming right now because the one day I decide to wear makeup I keep crying. My eyelashes are clumping together and I cannot. I refuse.
  • Leo: Do you ever see the sun and you're like ... Man, I'd love to punch it because same. I want to punch the sun so hard. My only chance to be fist-kissed by a hottie.
  • Virgo: I feel bad that I don't recycle. I just can't be inspired to do it because I still feel terrible about life after doing so. [throws water bottle in recycling bin] Oh look, I still have depression!
  • Libra: I want to have a flowery aesthetic... I need a group of friends that are always willing to take pictures of frolicking through flower fields.
  • Scorpio: I love the fact that no one really knows anything about me, but it also makes me kind of sad at the same time. What is my legacy besides being the mysterious and hot one?
  • Sagittarius: The only person in this world who will never break my heart is education connection lady. She's still in 2009 singing about her education experience and I refuse to believe anything different.
  • Capricorn: I've spent 10 hours of my life listening to the education connection song. If I don't make it to college, then I may as well just die.
  • Aquarius: Other people around me are always like "I LOVE YOU! OMG, I LOVE YOU!" Meanwhile I'm just eating my imaginary popcorn thinking about how much I hate everyone.
  • Pisces: I'm eating five hour old chicken nuggets and I'm sad. I don't think I'll finish them... I have to throw them away... This is probably the worst thing I've ever done in my life.
les amis as things my writing teacher has said
  • Enjolras: For this prompt, don't write about cis men. Don't do it.
  • Courfeyac: We should have a walk like a t-rex day where everyone in the school walks like a t-rex.
  • Combeferre: The computer science class is exploiting me.
  • Jehan: Adverbs are very pretty much not your friends. See what I did there?
  • Grantaire: Does anyone else think life is just one sick joke? I feel like God is punishing me.
  • Joly: I went to Stanford for psychology and was an overachiever. Now look at me.
  • Bahorel: D-A-D-D-Y is here. See? I didn't say it that time because you guys yell at me.
  • Feuilly: If I won a million dollars I would reform the school so they could pay teachers more.
  • Bossuet: Hey guys? You need to stop talking.
  • bonus:
  • Eponine: I thought you were my bae but you're just a weirdo.
  • Marius: Our printer can't do anything right. I feel like it's a metaphor for me and ultimately this class.
  • Cosette: Who was writing about the angels? This is good. Oh it's a ten grader.
  • Muischetta: Guys are weak and easily manipulated. Take care of them. They're children. Poor things.
  • Montparnasse: *shouts loudly as he exits the school building in front of a group of children* MOTHERFUCKER!
the elevator scene analysis

so here’s my over-analysis on the elevator scene that nobody asked for. i hope you’re ready for Keith being a pining little shit

so Lance decides to check out the pool. of course he would! he grew up on the beach and is the guardian spirit of water. that’s totally something he’d be all over. he loves swimming.

so it’s kinda interesting that Keith of all people would also want to go swimming. he’s the polar opposite of Lance, he’s the fire paladin. water isn’t really his thing tbh? (doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy swimming though, but you get what i mean)

while it could just be coincidental that he decided to go check out the pool at the same time Lance did, i get the feeling Keith found out Lance was going swimming and wanted to join him but pretended that he didn’t know what Lance was doing ‘cause he doesn’t wanna make it obvious that there’s something else he wants to check out

what do you mean “what do you think you’re doing?” Keith??? he’s wearing swim trunks and a towel and is on the same elevator as you how can you not make the obvious conclusion that he’s going swimming???? you’re a terrible liar 

okay look, i know how i get when i have a crush on somebody. i will find literally any excuse to be around them, but will try to downplay it and make it seem like i totally don’t care. i’d recognize that kinda behavior anywhere. and Keith? totally trying to downplay it right now. “i just so happened to want to go swimming at the same time my crush did and stopped him in the elevator before he could go without me but pffsh i totally am NOT trying to find an excuse to be around him. i’ll prove it by making sure he knows we will be on opposite ends of the pool and i’m totally not interested in being around him!”

okay Keith, i think we get the point ;D (the way he says this line sounds so forced like he’s trying not to make things awkward oh my god)

if you go back and watch this scene, Keith looks over at Lance first. probably because he just realized he got stuck in an elevator, with his crush, while wearing bathing suits. the first thing running through his mind right now is probably “hHOL YSsHIT”

Lance looks over at Keith like “are you fucking kidding me right now” 

and Keith is like “shit gotta keep acting like this is the opposite of the best day of my life”

so anyways we cut back to this scene after a brief moment with Pidge and Hunk, and while i bet Keith would come up with any excuse to get close to Lance, i like to think it was Lance’s idea to crawl up the elevator shaft like this. he’s the kind of person who would come up with crazy ideas like this if he was that determined to get to the pool. i have absolutely no doubt Keith was internally screaming the whole time.

he proceeds to bicker with Lance like usual and they shove each other. if you look closely after Keith shoves Lance back though, you’ll notice he keeps leaning against Lance more than before. probably ‘cause he’s secretly enjoying the physical contact


poor Lance, he just wants to go swimming. let the dolphin boy swim

Keith: this is literally one of the best things that has ever happened to me don’t ruin it

Keith spots the vent shaft and they finally get out of there

listen, i don’t know if it was just intentional but it seriously looks like these two aren’t looking in the same direction. Lance is looking up at the vent shaft like “finally, thank god” whereas Keith looks like he’s just staring at nothing in particular, probably thinking to himself “well this was exciting but now we get to go swimming which is gonna be even better. nice”

tl;dr: Keith found out Lance was going swimming so he wanted to as well but pretended like it was just a coincidence, and totally was secretly enjoying the fact that he got trapped in an elevator with his crush. and based on all the pining!Keith evidence we have so far, i don’t see why this can’t be the case.

WIP Summer Palace piece. I have not drawn properly in so freaking long, please forgive my sloppiness. D; 

I’ve also not done fanart in nearly a year??? Or something??? Who knows??? ??????????? >.> it’s been a while because i suck also yes I see my anatomical errors why is Laurent’s ear that low down. I am too lazy to fix it right now but SOON. 😱

All His - Part 4 (A Kyungsoo Series)

The words in his text message jumped out at you and you couldn’t stop reading them over and over again.

’Come play with me.’

No matter how much you thought about it, absolutely no part of that phrase sounded innocent.

You knew the man found you amusing and you had practically been his source of nonstop entertainment for the past month or more, but to outright request your presence merely because he was bored?

What did he mean by play? You half expected him to be holding a deck of cards in his hands, shuffling them over and over looking for someone to play Go Fish with.

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anonymous asked:

What about running into ur ex?? MC's too nice to be uncomfortable (they broke up on mutual terms) but the ex just won't stop talking and seems a little interested? Thank u ^^


  • when your ex came over and started talking to you
  • he was SO oblivious
  • he just smiled
  • he had no idea that was your ex until he called you his ex-girlfriend
  • thennnnnn Yoosung was uncomfortable
  • he looked around for the first thing he saw
  • “Uhh MC, you wanna go try that snowcone place over there?”
  • Once he finally got you away from him, he turned to you
  • “You don’t have feelings for him still… right?”
  • after laughing at his proposal you told him you only had feelings for him
  • he lets out a sigh of relief and mentally sticks his tongue out at your ex


  • oh hell nah
  • as soon as your ex even LOOKS at you he’d sling a protective arm around you
  • but noW HE has the audacity to approach you??
  • you try your best to calm Zen down
  • but then your ex does it
  • he winks at you and calls you cute
  •  before you could explain that zen is your boyfrieND YUP HE JUST PUNCHED YOUR EX IN THE FACE
  • you usher Zen away before he does more damage
  • “H-he called you cute, and only I am to do that.”
  • you scold him for using violence but it was still rly hot


  • once you pointed out your ex in the crowd
  • little angel Jaehee’s self esteem dropped
  • it wasn’t that she was prettier than Jaehee
  • or smarter
  • or funnier
  • she just didn’t know why she felt that way ???? she just did
  • & when your ex crossed the room and started talking to you, she just looked at the floor
  • when you noticed this you made the convo short and sweet and then turned to your bae
  • after you asked her what’s wrong she shrugged
  • “I don’t know… I guess I don’t like being around your exes…”
  • you smiled and gave your super cute GF a hug
  • “Jaehee, I love you and I don’t plan on loving anyone else ever again.”
  • then the next day, when Jaehee saw your ex at the store
  • she couldn’t help but hold her head up high knowing she had what your ex never could


  • he doesn’t play around when it comes to exes
  • as soon as your ex steps in the vicinity he gets the Jumin Han glare which may or may not be the scariest thing on this earth
  • oh but NOW your ex wants to talk to you
  • haha ok
  • when your ex walked up to you and asked how you were doing, you PLANNED to tell him you were fine
  • but before you could answer him
  • Jumin turned your head and kissed you
  • and kissed you
  • and kept kissing you
  • and finally when he pulls back he WIPES his mouth and smirks at your ex
  • “I’ll meet you at the food court MC, when you’re done talking to them.
  • you blush and shrug at your ex but you know what’s coming later from Jumin


  • when you introduce 707 to your ex, the first thing he does is crack a joke
  • “I normally don’t eat other people’s left overs, but yours sure were good looking”
  • he’s the only one that laughs
  • you’re petrified 
  • and god your poor ex’s mouth is hanging open
  • you were going to change the subject when your exs mumbles something under his breath
  • “You chose this goof over me?”
  • “Well, buddy, this guy right here happens to be the LOVE OF MY LIFE. I wouldn’t trade him for anyone or anything.”
  • your ex rolls his eyes and storms off, but seven is just staring at you
  • “D-did you really mean that?”
  • “Of course I did… you goof.”
During The Night || Suga

Father!Yoongi x Wife!reader

Summary: You went out for some coffee with your other mother friends and had small chit chat about your own families. When the topic changed to your own family, you couldn’t help but wonder if your husband Yoongi was actually ever seen alone with your child. Now the more you thought about it the more you realized that you’ve that you’ve never seen Yoongi being all fatherly with your child. Well, at least not during the day. So you decided to stay up at night to see what happens behind your closed eyes.

This is the same story from my Wattpad account but just slightly changed a bit to be a little bit more fitting to Min Yoongi’s nature :3

(y/n) - your name and (d/n) - your daughter’s name


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solflickan submitted:

My sister is having sex ed in class right now and apparently some people knew about asexuality and it got talked about a little and that makes me so happy because I didn’t learn about asexuality in sex ed when I was in 8th grade.

My life would have been SOOO much easier if I’d learned about asexuality sooner. 

French Quotes About Life Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Quotes about Love

1. Écrire, c'est une façon de parler sans être interrompu- Writing is a way to talk without being interrupted.

2. Plus tard sera trop tard. Notre vie c'est maintenant- Later will be too late. Our life is right now.

3. J'accepte la grand aventure d'être moi- I accept the adventure of being me.

4. La beau est toujours bizarre- The beautiful is always bizarre.

5. La simplicité est la clé de l'élégance- Simplicity is the key to elegance.

6. J'ai décidé d'être heureux parce que c'est bon pour la santé- I decided to be happy because it’s good for health.

7. Je ne regrette rien dans ma vie, à l'exception de ce que je n'ai pas fait- I don’t regret anything in my life, except for the things I didn’t do.

8. Vivre, c'est faire de son rêve un souvenir- To live is to make a memory out of one’s dream.

9. Le temps passé avec un chat n'est jamais perdu- Time spent with a cat is never wasted.

10. Il n'y a pas de honte à préfèr le bonheur- There is no shame in preferring happiness.

Part 4?

snowbaz swim au

she actually did it. she wrote another chapter (*shock*) fyi its short but ill update again a LOT sooner 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9


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anonymous asked:

What is KIC?

Kings in Couture, also known as the best Yuri!!! on Ice fanfiction ever written (fact), is a WIP Devil Wears Prada AU written by Tumblr user @forovnix and ao3 user slightlied. Here is the summary for Kings in Couture:

“Okay, okay. Ready.” Yuuri starts scribbling as the voice on the other end, someone from the Style and Trends department, relays instructions. “Sorry, can you please spell ‘Gabbana’?”

The person on the line promptly hangs up on him.

Awkwardly, he sets the phone back on the receiver. “Guess not.”

(source: Kings in Couture)

If you haven’t read Kings in Couture and cried over Kings in Couture, I ask you: what are you doing with your life? What are you doing right now? I guarantee that whatever you’re doing right now is not as good, productive, or worth it as reading Kings in Couture by Tumblr user @forovnix and ao3 user slightlied. This writer also has a fan-blog called @forovnix-daily

Features of this fic, Kings in Couture, include: The Jeans™, plot twists, good writing, lots of fashion references (some of which I understand and some of which are over my head because the author is e x p e r i e n c e d), The Jeans™, and, of course, The Jeans™. All of these features are, in fact, found, in Kings in Couture by @forovnix or slightlied.

(references: Kings in Couture, slightlied, @forovnix, @forovnix-daily)

tyler * a man who can do both 001 * bate

NOTE: Okay, so when I originally started this, it was gonna be one part.. I realized halfway in that it’d be better if I broke it into two  parts.. So, there will be three parts to this.. First up, that fluffy awkward first meeting where you think you have Tyler Bate all figured out but…. Anyway, fluff and stuff here. Part two is being written right now.. And yes,  there will be smut by the end of part two… Because I have a mighty need for Tyler Bate smut in my life and maybe some of you lovelies do also?

PAIRING: Tyler Bate x Reader ( you )




You watched him as he took a seat at the  table a few away from yours, teeth pulling at your lip as you crossed and uncrossed your legs beneath the table just to ease the sudden heat and wetness you felt settling between your thighs. Chewing on the end of your pen, you found yourself watching him quietly for the fourth day in a row.

You weren’t even sure why he was in a university library, to be totally honest.. There was just something about the quiet blond in the glasses that fit here and yet it did not fit here. Before you realized what was going on, your friend Katherine had lobbed a balled up piece of notebook paper across the table at you, a brow raised as your eyes met hers. You gave the subtlest of nods to the muscular blond male just a few tables away, quietly reading a newspaper and your friend Katherine promptly coughed and then tapped the top of your hand, motioning for you to lean in, cupping her hand so she could whisper in your ear, “Don’t look now, ( your name ) but he’s staring right over here at you.. And he’s biting his lip and oh my god..” and naturally, you couldn’t resist, you had to look.

And you were shocked when you looked over and found that yes, he was staring, – currently at your ass because of the plaid mini kilt and the way it hiked up ever so slightly when you leaned across the table to whisper with your best friend, and that no, just because you’d caught him, he was not going to stop it, either. But ever the bold one, you quickly assumed that he was one of those shy and bookish guys that normally frequented the library often… So you slowly licked your lips and gave a  teasing wink.

Your friend groaned inwardly and shook her head, laughing to herself softly and you shrugged, whispering into her ear, “Welp. That will probably end his fascination.. But look at him! He’s so fucking hot… And adorable? Like.. is that a thing? Can a guy be both hot and adorable?” you cooed as you found yourself watching him now that the pressure was off and he was looking down at the newspaper again.

“Dare you to do a walk by.” your friend couldn’t resist baiting you and never able to properly refuse a dare, you smirked and slid the chair beneath the table quietly, hands smoothing down the front of the mini skirt as you adjusted your cardigan and did a covert and quick glance into your cell phone screen to make sure you didn’t have lipstick on your teeth or something to that nature.

Because it had happened to you before and you’d wanted to crawl into a hole and die after the fact.

“Will you stop primping and go, chicken?”

“Hush! He can probably hear us!” you bit your lip as you hissed that back at your friend who only laughed and muttered to herself, “Never stopped you before when you get in mind you want something.”

“I never said..”

“You’ve been accidentally kicking my shin for twenty minutes to cross and uncross your legs for the random hell of it then? Bullshit. You want him and you know it.” your friend deadpanned and you covertly ran the tip of your middle finger over your index finger as you took a deep breath and you turned, marching boldly… Right over to the book shelves in front of his table. Where you pretended to have a great need to reach a book on the top shelf.

You were seriously beginning to think that maybe you’d imagined the whole moment earlier, but then you heard a throat clear quietly from behind you and you turned only to find yourself body to body with the taller blond male who nodded at the shelf you’d been reaching at. “Which book do ya need, love?” his voice, dear God.. There was nothing shy about the way his eyes met yours and boldly held them for just seconds before darting slowly down to your lips as he bit his own lip. All you could do was stare and nod, forget coming up with a coherent answer to his question.

Tyler chuckled as he leaned in closer, reaching for a book above you. “Interesting.. The Kama Sutra.”

Your entire body went red.. Forget your face, you could literally feel every single inch of your skin burning beneath his intent and amused gaze. And he chuckled about it! You bit your lower lip then as it star ted to sink in… You had obviously just been played.

But to be fair, he’d seemed like one of the quiet and sweet guys who came here to read every single day… And you suddenly found yourself curious.. There had to be more to him.. Right?

He certainly had your full attention now, his larger frame leaning in against yours as he stared you down over the rim of those  damned sexy glasses. When you whimpered and raised your hand to slowly rest on his chest, you were taken aback by the solid muscles lurking beneath a gray button up shirt.

“Is what your friend said true?” Tyler asked the question, a firm and curious look in his eyes as they fixed on you hungrily. He was brushing against you again and you barely managed to bite back the small moan that came at the way his body felt against yours. He chuckled, his fingertip dragging slowly beneath your chin as he asked with a sweet smirk, “Cat got  your tongue, doll?”

“I..I…Fuck..” you muttered it and then nodded, eyes fixing on your scuffed combat boots for a few seconds. Had you been looking up, you’d have seen the bright boyish grin that made brown eyes seem brighter, but you were caught up in just how awkward you suddenly seemed to be. And you weren’t used to being awkward, caught off guard or thrown for a loop and this guy, he’d done all those things and then some. You felt your thighs squeeze together as his hand lingered at your hip and you suddenly found your back pressed against the black metal shelving. “Which part?” you managed to gasp out and your eyes met his, this time, you saw the bright and boyish grin. You licked your lips slowly and then pressed a little closer. He groaned.

He clearly hadn’t been expecting you to turn the tables like you were attempting.

“About you wantin me.” Tyler stated it bluntly, quietly and your fingertips gripped at the lapels of the blazer he was wearing. You held his gaze as boldly as possible and smirked. “What if it is?”

“Then I don’t feel so bloody out of place coming in here just to see you.” Tyler admitted as his lips inched closer to your own and you were suddenly thankful for the presence of mind you’d had to reapply the strawberry lip gloss before pulling your little stunt.

“M-Me?” you pointed to yourself and he nodded.

“Caught hell from both my friends, every single day this week.” Tyler was pressing into you and you swallowed hard when you felt him straining against the slacks he was wearing. The whimper left your mouth and he continued, “Because I couldn’t just walk up to you and ask your name.”

“It’s (yourname ). What’s your name?” you asked as he chuckled. “Pretty name.. My name is Tyler.” he gave that boyish grin and you licked your lips slowly. His eyes followed the movement intently again and he cleared his throat. “I was wondering, doll.. Can I take you out on Friday night? It’s my last night in town..”

“I’d like that.” you answered and he chuckled. “Great.” and when he put a ticket to the pro wrestling house show that was being held on campus, you eyed it with a raised brow. “Can you meet me there, on Friday?”

“Yeah.. I guess?” you bit your lip, wondering why he’d want to meet you at a pro wrestling event but before you could really ask anything, throats were clearing from nearby and two other blond men were standing there, smirking.

Tyler definitely caught you off guard when he pulled you flush against him and tangled his fingers in your hair as he pulled you into a deep kiss that left your lips tingling and bruised when it ended abruptly. “I’ll see you Friday night.” he mumbled against your lips as you nodded and then stood there a few seconds after he’d gone just trying to compose yourself all over again.

Your eyes fell to the ticket in your hand… It started at 8 on Friday… And now, you were even more curious about Tyler… before you realized what you were doing, you’d run out of the library, caught up to him and you tapped him on the shoulder.

Tyler turned and flashed you the boyish smirk that had gotten you so wet you were dripping and told his friends, “Go on.. I’ll catch up with ya.” as the other two blond males took off. You bit your lip and finally, after a few seconds, you suggested, “Maybe… I can give you my number?”

“I’d like that.” Tyler smiled, a softer and sweeter grin and you took his phone, putting your number into it. He took your phone, putting his number in too..

Later That Night

You’d just gotten out of the shower and you realized that you’d gotten a call. And you bit your lip, a goofy smile coming when you realized that it was Tyler’s number. You’d figured he wouldn’t call, that he’d probably just forget, but apparently, you’d been wrong.

He’d called twice.

You stared at the phone in your hands and after turning up your music on your laptop, you called him back, flopping across the bed as you waited. You were just about to hang up when he answered.

“Hey.. Sorry, I was in the shower.”

As soon as you said the words, Tyler had to suck in a breath, had to stop himself from picturing you, water rolling down your curvy little body as you stood beneath it. He licked his lips and rolled over, grumbling to himself about the way his cock was getting hard.


“It’s nothin, doll.. I’m glad you called.” Tyler chuckled as he heard The Rolling Stones playing in the background and you asked, “So.. What are you doing right now?”

“Just got out of the shower myself, actually. Trying to tell my idiot room mates that his idea of cooking is not safe… for anyone.” and you overheard two other male voices then, arguing over how something was supposed to actually be cooked.

“Ahh.. Just order pizza?” you suggested and Tyler laughed. You rolled onto your back, crossing one leg over the other. “I sympathize. I cannot even boil water.” you admitted, a sheepish laugh coming soon after and Tyler chuckled and admitted, “ I do alright, I suppose.”

You licked your lips as you tried to clear your mind of the mental images of him, of those glasses, that sweet smile, the blazer… How you’d like to slowly slip off that blazer.. Trail your fingers up and down that button up shirt, eventually ripping it open.

You groaned at yourself as you felt yourself starting to get wet all over again.. Every since  you’d seen him in the library earlier in the week, you hadn’t been able to get him out of your head for some reason.. And then today happened.. And now, well..

You were hooked.

When you finally looked at the time again a few hours later, you gaped. You and Tyler had spent nearly an entire night on the phone, flirting and talking.

It was probably the first time in a really long time you’d just… clicked..

“I really, really hate to do this.. But it’s 1 am and my phone is dying.” you pouted as you said the words and Tyler laughed softly, admitted, “Me too.. Night, doll. I will see you again Friday, yeah?” and you couldn’t help but smile at the hopeful tone in his voice.

“Definitely, Tyler.” you promised as you hung up and lie there, trying to fall asleep.. But it was significantly harder given that you just felt… happy.

anonymous asked:

I love that you're doing Sims Sterek! :D your pictures are so cute. but I'm so curious now like what are they like? what are their jobs? who else is in your sim world?? lol i'm sorry i just want to know everything now.

Oh man anon, I am spending WAY too much of my life on this game right now. It’s so addicting. But yes, alright, let me flail with you.

First, we’ve got the Hale House household, which consists of Derek, Stiles, and Paige. I created Paige mainly because I started the game and made about half a girl character before realizing I needed to make it TW!Sims, and I decided the character looked more like Paige than anyone else. But then I really liked the idea of Paige as like a childhood friend figure for Derek, and I also kind of wanted to see if Stiles and Derek would connect with a third character in the picture. (Which they did!! Immediately, with zero prompting from me.) 

(OK yes, eventual prompting. Because that’s how Sims works. But not initial prompting.)

So yeah, Hale household:

Derek Boyd
[I decided to give the sims different last names because… I don’t know why. Boyd was the third randomization that came up for Derek’s last name and I had to keep it.]

Derek’s a family-oriented, romantic, gloomy sim who’s also an amazing musician. He fell in love with his roommate, Stiles, pretty much as soon as they moved in together, and they developed a slow-burn romance over the course of a few months while he gained fame as a musician.

He’s particularly close to his big sister Laura, who lived next door to them in the city, and frequents the gym in between shifts at work. But he’s always happiest when he’s around his family.

Stiles Johnson
[Haha, get it? …I’m a dork.]

Stiles is a literal genius, which comes in handy for his career as a scientist. He’s also geeky and playful, and knows just how to get his husband out of a slump when he’s feeling down.

Paige Krasikeva
[Which is actually her real last name, but I made her first, before I decided to be cute about it.]

Paige is a writer with aspirations to become a bestselling novelist, and often writes stories inspired by her two roommates, such as Boy with the Blue Eyes, Don’t be Such a Sourwolf, SoulsickPretty Good Pair, Orange and Blue, and the surprise hit bestselling children’s book, The Adventures of Sheepgoat! 

Devon Johnson-Boyd

The angelic toddler daughter of Derek and Stiles. A quick learner and super sweet, she takes a quick liking to almost everyone she meets (although she does seem strangely put off by her “aunt” Erica…)

Devon’s adoption inspired the Hale household to move from their city apartment to the suburbs, where they built an awesome house by the river and settled in happily.

Which brings us to…

The Beta House

Erica Star
[Because “King” felt too obvious, “reyes” sounds like sunlight, and there was an option to get star tattoos on her back. *shrugs*]

Flirty but a romantic at heart, this outgoing and self-assured art critic knows how to go after what she wants. She’s quick to bond with strangers but is also tough when need be, and the handiest around the house whenever anything goes wrong. She’s also got a secret soft side which she expresses through painting, and is branching into books too because why not do it all, right?

After a few abstract flirtations around town she eventually fell into a windswept romance with her roommate…

Boyd Vernon
[Literally I just wanted everyone to call him Boyd, so I flopped the name direction.]

Boyd is a natural loner and a bookworm with “good guy” programmed into his DNA. It takes him a while to warm up to strangers and he usually relies on his wife, Erica, to handle the brunt of their social interactions. 

It’s a good thing his job as a tech genius lets him interact with clients long distance, but he has a handful of friends he’s particularly attached to, including Paige and Derek. 

[painting Erica made the day after she and Boyd got married. I can’t with them.]

Isaac Écharpe
[Because… I’m a dork. That’s the only reason.]

So I’m gonna go ahead and admit that I had no idea what to do with Isaac. Personality-wise, career-wise… with every other character something felt natural, but with him I was struggling so I ended up making him a neat, perfectionist foodie which comes in handy for his career as a chef. Isaac took an immediate dislike to Stiles (fitting), who made himself too comfortable in his apartment on their first visit, and their relationship hasn’t recovered since. He does have a lot of casual friends and gets along well enough with his two roommates, but he’s often tense and temperamental, and never really connected with any of the Hale household.

Alpha House

For a long time, Alpha house was just Laura, before I decided playing a one person household was too boring and made Cora Laura and Derek’s younger sister moved into the city. Most recently I’ve decided to combine Alpha and Beta houses together so I can keep an eye on all five of them at once, and they’re all living comfortably in the spacious apartment the Hale house vacated when they moved to the suburbs. I still think of them separately but they share space now *shrugs*

Laura Boyd

Is a confident, charismatic natural born leader. (Her aspiration is literally called “leader of the pack” because I couldn’t not.) She’s also moving up the ranks fast at the local police department, but she always takes time to look after her gloomy little brother and her younger sister, which might make trouble eventually because…

Cora Boyd

…is heading down a decidedly dark path since she moved into the city. Her naturally mischievous nature has pulled her into a life of crime as a ringleader for a number of crimes around the city, and she has a tendency toward kleptomania she’s got no qualms in indulging in. A natural tomboy and self-proclaimed “bro,” she enjoys sports and working out in her free time, and is playing the field with a pair of love interests after just a few short weeks in the city.

And ok, “official description” over with, I’m going to launch into the Extended Adventures of Cora for a minute because she’s new and might actually be my favorite character at the moment. I invented her halfway hoping she and Isaac might connect because I needed someone for Isaac to bond with, but their moods literally dropped to “bored” 30 seconds into their first conversation. But she ended up being really interesting to play anyway. I love the idea of Cora being a criminal, living one apartment-length away from Laura… and that they’re both still so genuinely close and cool with each other. I don’t know, it’s weird but I love it.

She also connected with Stiles right away  –– mischievous and playful, I should have guessed –– and they’ve developed an adorable sibling-relationship, jibing each other and generally being jerks to each other in a loving way, and he never gets annoyed by her “snark” (mischievous actions) the way other characters do.

She’s also casually dating two girls; the first one is someone she really liked at first named Jade.

but the second time they hung out Jade got weirdly pissed at her for no reason and the third time they hung out, Jade literally invited her to a bar and walked out on her six seconds later. So Cora went and met another girl, Luna (meant to be? :P) who’s sweet and romantic and Cora genuinely likes.

But… since Cora’s a criminal, she’s decided to keep seeing Jade as well… so she can pickpocket from her as payback, because she’s got kleptomaniac urges to satisfy and she’s not prone to forgive easily.

I mean… I shouldn’t love her, but she’s awesome.

So ok, these descriptions got a lot longer as I went on. I was trying to be good at first so I said nearly nothing about Sterek ;P But that’s everyone so far!


And just like that, my first year of teaching is done. Is this real life?

Our classrooms are getting painted this summer so we had to 100% pack up our rooms. I’m a rebel though and left washi tape on my board for learning goals, and a bit of fabric on my back wall because it goes in between our thinking maps and those things were jerks to put up.

Two students have already emailed me and I am feeling pretty bittersweet right now. A year ago I didn’t know where I would be teaching or if I’d even have a job come fall and I was in one of the worst financial positions I have ever been in. It was all worth it though. Grad school and my surgery are two things that have made me stronger and I learned a lot from both of those choices.

Good things are still coming, I can seriously feel it. For now though I definitely need some time to relax and recharge. There’s no way I could have continued working 65+ hours a week much longer.

a. I talked to someone today that used to mean the world to me and now you mean the world to me and more and I’m so scared that in a few months you’re not even going to remember who I am.
b. And don’t get me wrong I can live without you, but I don’t want you not in my life.
c. And they’re right when they say poetry is a type of bleeding because it’s like I’m always fucking bleeding, but you don’t even slip on it anymore.
d. And I’m sorry I made you not trust me I didn’t mean to it’s just who am I kidding you should’ve fucking known I love you.
e. And I want you to acknowledge the fact that you knew exactly how to break my heart because of him and you did it worse and I’m not saying it’s your fault, but it is.
f. And I wanted to love you, but you made the decision and still led me on and it wasn’t fair, but it also wasn’t a regret.
g. And I want to find something else to do that doesn’t sound like a fucking coping mechanism or an excuse to talk about how much I love you.
h. I want to text you I miss you and it’s not cool cool good. It’s I’m upset, but I can’t tell you because there’s a 200 foot wall fucking between us.
i. And you sit right next to me in history, but I can’t even look at your fucking face.
j. And I don’t want to see you at prom and I don’t want to see you kissing her and I don’t want this to happen anymore.
k. And it sucks because I expected more from you and I still have hope and hope is what breeds misery.
l. And my best friend says he had the intent to hurt you, but you still love him? how can that be?
m. And I say poetry is like bleeding and between me and you so was he.
—  cool cool good

anonymous asked:

Hello, I really like your writing. Especially those about Cor. I'd like to rquest something with Cor, Drautos and a Fem!Reader. Something like Reader is pregnant with Drautos' Child after a One Night Stand with him, but has gotten into a relationship with Cor after the fall of Insomnia. And after it's starting to show that she is pregnant she tells Cor and expects to see him leave her because it's the child of a traitor. Something like that. Please.

Oooh, drama~! Love it! :D And thank you for the lovely compliment on my writing <3 This is also the first time my drabble has actually remained a short drabble! YAY! xD I initially wanted to make this angsty as heck, but then I went down the fluff lane and it was sooo cute and sweet and I can’t have Cor be a butt right now because I needed to write some fluff- there’s too much angsty shizz happening IRL with patriarchs in my life and I just wanted there to be a nice male figure who was sensitive to a woman’s needs around- that man ended up being Cor Leonis LMAO!

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You were shivering as you slowly trudged your way up to your apartment. You almost couldn’t believe what the doctor had told you at Lestallum’s general practice. The symptoms checked out, for sure, but you just didn’t want to believe it to be true. It was too difficult to be true- you were pregnant. And you were four months pregnant at that.

It didn’t make sense. At least, at first it didn’t make any sense to you- Cor had only started being intimate with you around a month and a half ago. For you to be four months along, it could only mean that the baby belonged to none other than…

“Titus… oh my Six.” You murmured to yourself, your voice shaking slightly as you fumbled with the locks on your front door. You practically fell into your apartment and slammed the door shut behind you, fishing out your Crownsguard issue smart phone and scrolling down your contacts list before stopping abruptly on Cor’s contact profile. You stared at the stern picture of your current boyfriend and drew in a shuddered breath before forcing yourself to press the call button.

He answered almost immediately, contrary to your prior experiences with him. He was usually really bad with answering his phone.

“Is there something wrong? How did the doctor’s appointment go?” Cor immediately asked. His voice was laced in concern, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip in both fear and frustration. You had to tell him. He had to know.

“I’m pregnant.” You blurted out, quick and painlessly.

Silence hung over the phone before Cor’s smooth, deep voice rung over the line.

“Congratulations- you’re going to have to look after yourself better now with our-” Cor began to speak, his voice sounding light and stern at the same time. You felt your heart break a little at how he referred to baby as both yours and his. You loudly cleared your throat, stopping him from speaking momentarily.

“I’m almost four months along Cor…” you revealed, your voice impossibly soft. You listened to Cor inhale and exhale over the phone, and you started slightly when he spoke once again.

“Drautos?” he asked, his tone falling flat. You couldn’t help but let out a whimper as you pressed your fingernails into your knee, absolutely refusing to shed any tears. Still, a single tear escaped the corner of your eye and trickled slowly down your cheek.

“… I think so. I’m sorry. I don’t expect you to-” you started to cry over the phone, attempting to let go of Cor in the process. You fully expected him to refuse to be with you, or have anything to do with the child given that Drautos was a traitor- that Drautos was the one who killed Cor’s SECOND king with his own hands. Cor had been aware of your past with Drautos, but he still accepted you into his life. But… Drautos’ baby… you didn’t know if Cor would ever accept the child. You tried not to break into sobs as you awaited Cor’s response over the line.

“Y/n- I want to. This baby needs a father- Drautos is no longer around, I’m happy to take his place.” Cor spoke softly to you, and you couldn’t help yourself as more tears slid down your cheeks.

“You’re too good to me.” You simply said, surprised by his easy assent to the news of yours and Drautos’ baby.

Cor chuckled over the line. “And you, to me. Now go rest- I’ll be to Lestallum to see you after I assist Gladio with something. I’ll speak to you further about this when I’m home- don’t worry, nothing to do with leaving you or anything like that. I promise.” You wiped your tears and hummed in concurrence.

“Okay. Be careful… you’re going to be a father soon. So no more of this ‘Cor the Restless’ business, okay?” Cor chuckled over the line at your made-up title for him. He’d heard Noctis and his friends call him something similar, but it always tickled him right when you called him that.

“Alright sweet heart. I’ll be careful. You take care of yourself and our baby.”

You smiled and nodded, feeling warmth spread through your chest as you rubbed your distended abdomen gently. “I promise I will. Love you Cor.”

“Love you too, dearest. I’ll be back soon- promise.”

afestiveoldisappointment  asked:

Do you ever think about how your life would be different if you didn't have kids? If so, where do you think you'd be and what would you be doing?

To be honest, no. I don’t think about this much. It’s actually quite difficult to imagine my life without them at this point.

But I’m forcing myself to do that exercise right now for the sake of this question. Surely, first and foremost, I would not be living where I do. Specifically, not in this town, because there’d be no reason to pay these exorbitant property taxes which fuel this fancy school district. I’d live somewhere far more humble, and then I wouldn’t be tied to this career and industry I hate so much. I could make the trade I dream of: doing work I like without worrying about pay. And then more globally, too. I’ve had offers to take jobs that would require me to leave the midwest, and if not for those two goddamn anchors (kidding) I’d have probably taken one, most likely in a place without winter. This all presupposes I could talk Sharon into that plan.

So, the first-order results of my kidless life are: smaller house, enjoyable career, and warm climate. Other likely outcomes, given the increase in free time: I’d be really fit, and a way less rusty musician. That all sounds good, but as we say in the biz, I’m not bid.