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QUARTET NIGHT LIVE Evolution 2017 - 2017/02/12 - REPORT Part ②

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Read Part ① here


I FORGOT TO MENTION!
They had intro music for ONLY ONE and it was really kakkoi!

And also about Shoutan’s hair!
You can barely see in photos, but one side of his hair was partly braided, one braid had green infused in it!


So, I know I scared a few of you by saying how I noticed Shoutan was off with part ① of my report.
I never seen anyone else mention about it at all, so I really wondered if it was only me who noticed?
So I asked my Japanese Shoutan friend, who, if there was anyone, would notice for sure. And she said she did notice he was off too. She said it could also be the technical difficulties they had which may have bothered Shoutan.
I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who noticed, I knew I wasn’t imagining things!


Winter Blossom

There was a piano on stage and a silhouette next to it. IS THAT SHOUTAN?!??
ITS HIM!!

He sat down, both me and Yukina screamed and were about to cry
He started playing!! 😭😭😭😭
Shoutan!Hehatesplayinginstrumentslive!Thefirstthemheplayedhediditforthefanssecondtimeheplayedabitduringanisama2015!!!!Hesplayingagainnnnn!!!!😭😭
😭😭
A bit before his line starts in the song,
He stopped playing.

He picked up a mic that was sitting on top of the piano with his left hand.
We all kinda laughed

He got up, walked forward and paused.
Fans:??

Shoutan: Ne? (Hey?)

Waratte. (Smile)

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Writer’s Block 4.1

So I’m taking a different approach to finishing this story. Instead of writing a monster chapter, it’s easier for me to do chunks of it at the moment. I’ll post every 2000 words here, and when it’s complete I’ll post it as one continuous chapter on the archives. Just seems easier for me. Hope you like this one! 4.2 isn’t far behind… Let me know what you think!


Originally posted by couplenotes

What the fuck am I reading? I toss the book aside and try to forget about the alien species commingling with human women as they take over the world with their disappearing magic lube, never-ending sexual appetite and nanocytes that heal the bruises they leave behind from their love-making. If it can be called that.

None of that garbage is going to help me write the next scene. The scene. The one I have zero experience with. Every time I sit down to write it I get nervous and edgy. But I need something written down that at least Peeta can make changes to. He won’t be much help to me this week since he’s busy finishing up an art project that’s due at the same time. I told him not to worry, that I would wrap things up on this end so he could focus elsewhere.

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anonymous asked:

The boys waking up to their s/o braiding their hair, please.

most of this became a lowkey crackfic and i forgot furu. i’m sorry. i’m a horrible person. feel free to unfollow me with shame about the decreasing quality of my work that was never too high to begin with.


Hara Kazuya
You didn’t like Hara having eyes. When you had begun plaiting his fringe, you hadn’t considered that once he woke up- you would see the colour of his orbs. And now you had; and you were scarred.


Hanamiya Makoto
“What the-” he swiped your hand away from where it had been tucking any stray strands, from the “side plait” you had been arranging, away. “Can you not?” he groaned, thinking how curly he would be at practice and how Hara would laugh.


Yamazaki Hiroshi
“[Y/N]? What are you doing?” he asked, brow furrowing, as he looked at your chuckling figure. This was not how he was comfortable being woken up- as much as he loved you, such close contact was terrifying. Goddamn terrifying.


Seto Kentaro
Eyes wide, you shivered- spooked by his gaze reflecting yours. “Since when were you awake?”

“I’ve been lying awake.”

“And you didn’t stop me from,” you gestured at the plaits dotting his forehead, “this?”

He would never admit it, but he loved the feel of your fingers through his hair.

Cupid’s Arrow

EXO Chen (Kim Jongdae)

Reader X Bias

Genre: Fluff

The perfect relief for the hot and humid summer weather, was this weekend trip to a ski resort with your boyfriend, his friends and your own friends. Only problem was,
it wouldn’t stop raining.
You all got in one late afternoon of skiing and snowboarding on the day you arrived, but even that was cut shorter than expected because of a sudden downpour. It had been steadily raining all through the night and morning, into the next afternoon. Where one could find you as you sat in the main room of the cabin with your friends and chatted away while playing cards.
“I’m so hungry. When will the guys be back with that pizza?” Your friend Kaye asked as she tried to peek at you other friend Sohee’s hand. Sohee pushed Kaye’s head away and bent her cards towards her chest.
“Hey!” Sohe exclaimed as she laughed. You shook your head at them.
“Soon I hope. My stomach is starting to eat itself.” You commented as you eyes the pile on the table and then your friends. “One of you has the big joker right?” They both looked at you and then each other. Playing innocent and suspicious at the same time. Sohee’s eyes focused on on your face,
“Are you trying to distract us? You have it don’t you?” You shook your head no. Lying.
“Liar!” Kaye burst out and tried to grab your cards to see. You stood up and ran to the opposite side of the room half screaming half laughing as you all began to chase each other. You all began throwing pillows, plastic cups, anything you could lightly pick up and hurl at each other, cards still clenched in your hand. Just as the shrieking was at its pinnacle, your boyfriend, Jongdae came back with two boxes of boxes, fried chicken, and some beers. Holding the fried chicken was Baekhyun and holding the beers was Chanyeol. Kaye froze in mid toss of a paperback book from the shelf. Baekhyun took in the scene with hearty amusement. He stepped forward,
“Leave you all alone for one minute and you start to tear the place apart!” Jongdae laughed as he approached you, moving the pizzas in his hand off to the side of his body and leaning in to kiss you. You kissed him back and whispered hi.
“What is going on here?” He inquired with a smile on his face.
“We’re playing cards.” You answered, Jongdae chuckled and took in the cabin’s mini disarray.
“I don’t think I know this card game.” He set the boxes down on the table after pushing the abandoned cards off to the side. “Come on everybody. It’s best to eat pizza when it’s still hot.” Chanyeol and Baekhyun both nonchalantly vied for the sitting places closest to Sohee. While Sohee was trying to get as close to the food as possible. You had noticed they were practically chasing her since you arrived with her and Baekhyun, having met her before while you were all out drinking together, had expressed a muted interest without trying to be obvious. Chanyeol she had never met, and he had never met her, but he seemed to gravitate towards her the minute you all met up to leave for this trip and she didn’t seem to mind. You calculated in your mind how to play Cupid and reminded yourself to ask Sohee if she was interested in either one of them at all. As you contemplated and watched the tiny drama unfold around the living room table full of noise, you felt a pair of arms pull you backwards and onto the couch. Jongdae nuzzled into your neck now that you were comfortably seated on his lap with his arms around you.
“What are you thinking about?”
“How to play Cupid.”
“You don’t have to play Cupid. I’ve already been hit by love’s arrow.” He lightly tickled your side. You giggled and shooed his hand away.
“Not with you~~for Sohee.” Jongdae frowned on confusion. You turned around to face him, excited. In a low voice you whispered to him, “Has either Baekhyun or Chanyeol said anything to you about her?”
“That’s she pretty.”
“That’s it??”
“What did you expect?? I didn’t ask them anything so what would they tell me?” Jongdae leaned around you and reached for a slice of pizza for you and chicken for himself. Keeping one hand on your waist throughout. You nudged him to keep his voice down and sucked your teeth and the not-so-helpful information.
“Could you ask them then?” You pushed Jongdae’s hand from your face as you tried to feed you the slice of pizza. His lips puckered as he began to slightly frown again.
“Why? They’re old enough to figure it out on their own aren’t they?”
“Everyone could use a little help.”
“You’re meddling like an old lady.”
“I am not!” You exclaimed. Jongdae tried to feed you again now that your mouth was agape. You sputtered and shook your head. “Jongdae stop! I’m being serious! I think Sohee likes Chanyeol but I don’t know for sure and Baekhyun is the one who asked me to invite her up here-I don’t know if he asked for himself or- ” You stopped your hushed sentences short as you noticed your boyfriend’s visage. His eyebrows were knitted together and raised in disbelief.
“What?” You asked him, confused by his facial expression.
“If I agree to help you. Will you eat this pizza I’ve been holding for the last five minutes?” You looked down at the pizza in his hand. Noticed that his other hand was still settled on your hips, and that you had maneuvered your bottom off of his lap and onto the couch. He spoke again, bringing your attention back to his face, “I wish you’d pay as much attention to me as you are to this imaginary love triangle.” He muttered as he took a bite of the pizza you wouldn’t eat. You blinked at his statement. A bit annoyed and a bit sorry. You thought setting up your friend would be a new highlight of this weekend given that you were stuck indoors. But you figured that Jongdae had different, more personally romantic, ideas for this weekend all together. You twisted your body so that you were leaned into Jongdae’s seated form. You felt his smile as you leaned your head on his shoulder. He kissed your forehead.
“You’re such a baby.” You playfully muttered as you picked up the pizza from his hand and fed yourself. You picked your head off of him to raise the slice to his mouth and let him have another bite.
“Your baby.” He said as he winked at you. You felt your stomach flip and rolled your eyes fighting back a smile.

At some point, everyone had finished eating and slipped off into the respective two rooms and took naps. You woke up first and shuffled out into the living room. Checking the time on your phone, it was only 6:25pm. You took a bottled water out of the fridge and chugged to get rid of the grogginess. Stretching your arms above your head you cracked your back and groaned. Exhaling deeply at the relief, you decided to sit in the bay window and maybe read. As you walked through the main room past the back of the couch, a hand shot up and grabbed your arm. You shrieked, recoiled, and starting slapping the hand all at the same time. Then you heard your boyfriend’s loud cackles. You practically threw yourself over the back of the couch to repeatedly hit him as he blocked himself with his arms, only his blonde hair covered head visible in your quest to get your revenge.
”Why! Would! You! Do! That!” 
”Because you scare so easily!”
”Oh my god!” You crumpled to the floor after the shock and made whining noises as you felt your heart not calming down. Jongdae uncoiled from his balled up position on the couch and leaned over the back of the couch to reach out to you. 
”Aww, my poor baby, come here.” You reached up and took his hand. He gently pulled you up to a standing position to face him as he kneeled on the couch. He stroked your face to calm you down, humming lightly and smiling lovingly at you. “There’s no reason to get scared, baby. You know nothing bad will happen to you while I’m around. You know that, right?” He lifted your head slightly to raise your eyes into his. You nodded as you made eye contact with him. Jongdae grinned, satisfied. 
“Come sit with me.” He asked you as he gently pulled you around the couch. 
“I was going to read by the window.”
“Okay. We’ll sit by the window then.” 
You lead him towards the window, Jongdae never letting go of your hand as you stopped at the small shelving area holding books that were already in the cabin.
Jongdae moved to stand behind you, as you contemplated what to read, and began braiding your hair which had come semi-loose from its original french braids while you slept.
“What are you doing?” You asked, only feeling very light tugging on your head.
“Rebraiding your hair…” Jongdae answered innocently and softly. He sounded adorable you couldn’t help but chuckle. 
“I forgot you know how to do that.”
“I watched you do it enough. It was easier than I thought…” He mumbled as he concentrated. You told him to wait and picked your book before seating yourselves in the window. You turned your back to him.
“Okay, you can continue.” You smiled to yourself. Jongdae sat behind you and began braiding again as you cracked open your book. The feeling of his hands tentatively re-braiding your hair, apologizing when his fingers would stumble over themselves, was somehow relaxing. After a small while longer, you felt his hands stop and settle on both sides of your head. Turning it slightly side to side to presumably check out his work. You heard him exhale proudly.
“There.” He stated. You reached up and around and felt around. it felt okay. He had worked so diligently you assumed it wouldn’t look bad either. You smiled over your shoulder and thanked him. He paused for a split second when you turned around before catching your chin in his hand before you could turn back around,
“What?” You asked, a bit surprised at his sudden seriousness.
“Gimme a kiss.” Jongdae finally said. You obliged, your lips meeting in a sweet peck. Jongdae smiled as he pulled back, eyes still closed, he whispered “I’m crazy about you.” He leaned against your forehead before leaning back altogether and leaning against the bay window sill and watching the rain fall. You bit your lip trying to no smile as hard as you wanted to and turned back to your book. Jongdae positioned his legs to let you easily lean back against him as if he were your personal pillow. 
After while of solitude and quiet conversation between the pages of your reading, both of your friends began to file into the main room one and two at a time, until you were all present and the cabin was lively once again.

An hour or so passed and you and Jongdae had migrated over in front of the television with everyone else. During the movie’s commercial break Jongdae had begun whispering to you about sneaking off tonight for a late night walk if the rain stopped. You agreed just before you all got interrupted.
“Hey lovebirds!” Chanyeol’s voice broke through your tiny universe, “we’ve all decided to play hide and seek. You two in?” Jongdae’s face lit up.
“I haven’t played that game in so long! I’m in!” You nodded.
“Me too.”
Kaye volunteered to be ‘it’ for the first round. Sohee blindfolded her and you began spinning her around ten times before running away on the last spin. Kaye wobbled and staggered to the floor. You all held your laughs as you tried to squeeze yourselves into ridiculous places. After Kaye caught a lamp stand, a throw pillow, and tossed shoe, she exclaimed,
“Alright! Clap!”
You all hesitantly clapped. Sohee most of all. Kaye was not too far from her. Baekhyun stifled laughter and Chanyeol as well. Then, as Kaye’s arms dangled around the air too close to Sohee, Chanyeol pushed at the table he was hiding under causing Kaye to rethink her positioning and turn away from Sohee’s position to find the errant noise and the person causing it. Sohee’s hands flew to her mouth as she half gasped in relief and half suppressed her own laughter.  You all played five more rounds, Kaye ending up being “it” twice after getting caught, before Jongdae caught you; at which everyone ew’d because he claimed he found you by your scent-taking a deep inhale in the crook of your neck before taking his blindfold off. Then it was your turn and you almost broke a vase swinging your arms around too excitedly. You all cracked up as you all decided you had better suspend the game. You noted to yourself that Chanyeol didn’t try to save anyone else the rest of the game. Often making noises to get others caught, instead. Unless the tagger got too close to Sohee. In fact, he was only it the turn before Jongdae because he had gave himself up after seeing her cower in the corner trying not to get found by Baekhyun’s determined hands.
Also noticing Chanyeol’s knightly behavior during the game, Jongdae came up to you briskly and whispered,
“You saw that right?”
“Oh, so now you’re interested?” You teased and poked his nose. Jongdae pretended to bite at your finger. You pulled your hand back and he took it as it dropped to your side and played with your fingers between your bodies.
“He’s being so obvious.”
“What about Baekhyun?”
“I don’t think he cares. I’ll bring it up to him first–”As Jongdae was talking, something behind him caught your eye. Your eyes widened as you watched the scene unfold quicker than you imagined.
“Looklooklooklooklook!” You told your boyfriend. Jongdae looked over his shoulder and saw the tail end of Baekhyun leading Chanyeol over to Sohee, who was relaxing at the big bay window with Kaye. Baekhyun then looked to excuse himself after setting an uproarious mood between the remaining three. Kaye awkwardly announced she was still hungry and decided she would take a walk into town for snacks. Leaving Sohee and Chanyeol shyly smiling at each other and softly talking. Chanyeol’s innocent eyes trying not to stare at her everytime she looked away and rubbing the back of his head when she looked up at him and asked him anything. Jongdae turned back to you with a smile on his face.
“I told you they’d figure it out.” He commented. You rolled your eyes.
“Oh please.”

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Hello my Marshmallows!! 
Chen bleached his hair for the first time and so clearly I had to show him some fluff love! I was so shocked honestly. lolll It looks good though! This came after hearing he wrote that song “touch it” about feeling strongly about someone. So I made it about you. lol Hope you liked it! <3

See you sooonnn~~~
Love, peace, and quick fluff reads!
~admin 

Auston Matthews - Part 6

Again, can’t say it enough. Thank you so much for all the comments and messages! 

“Y/N, Alex, Breyana, time to wake up,” I faintly hear Mrs. Matthews saying, a gentle hand brushing over my face.

               I groan and turn my face into my pillow, blocking out the sunlight now streaming through the windows into the living room.

               I hear Mrs. Matthews laugh as the other two girls make similar noises.

               “Suit yourself,” she says and I hear her move away.

               I snuggle back down deeper into my blanket and almost instantly fall back asleep. That is until I hear the ice dispenser turn on. I fly out of bed, stumbling and crashing to the floor with Alex falling on top of me.

               “We’re up! We’re up!” We both cry out, trying to untangle ourselves and get into a standing position. I succeed in getting Alex off of me and stumble to my feet again, using Mr. Matthews’ knee as leverage as he rocks in the chair next to me.

               “Awake! I’m awake!” I repeated, breathing harder than should be necessary when waking up in the morning.

               The room erupts in laughter as Alex, Breyana and I try to catch our breath. Even more so when we all look over in the kitchen to see Auston holding a bowl of ice that he’s preparing to dump into a blender staring at all of us in surprise.

               “I guess we scarred them more than we thought,” Mr. Matthews’ howls with laughter. Causing his daughters and me to scowl at him.

               Alex and Breyana get set on arguing who gets to use the bathroom to get ready as I settle down at a dining room table, content with waiting.

               Mrs. Matthews comes up behind me and gently starts brushing through my hair with her fingers. My eyes instantly close and I lean into her hands, goosebumps erupting on my skin. There is nothing in the world better than having your hair played with.

               “I forgot how pretty you are when you first wake up,” she says softly behind me, slowly creating sections in my hair before starting to braid it.

I grin with her compliment, Alex used to get so annoyed with me on weeks I would spend with her in Arizona. She would complain that it wasn’t fair that I didn’t wake up with tangled hair and drool dried to my face. However, unlike her I don’t thrash around like a wild animal in my sleep.

               I open my eyes to see Auston and Mr. Matthews standing in the kitchen to the side of me, Auston is already fully dressed and I remember he has practice this morning. I look up at his face and blush when I see him already looking at me, an expression I can’t read on his face as Mr. Matthews chats in his ear.  I hold his gaze for a moment before I tilt my head at him quizzically and he seems to snap out of whatever thought he was having. I see his cheeks turn a faint pink and he busies himself with getting his shake together.

               I suppress a smile and look down at my bracelet still attached around my wrist, and twirl the charms around absentmindedly.

               “You look a million miles away, Y/N,” Mrs. Matthews says behind me and I glance up to the mirror on the wall directly in front of me. She meets my eyes in the mirror, her hands never stop moving though my hair.    

               “Just thinking,” I reply and I give her a soft smile that even I can see is fake.

               Mrs. Matthews raises her eyebrows at me and I immediately give in, there is absolutely no way to lie to this woman.

               “I just wish there was some way that I could just clear my mind. I can never seem to get my mind anywhere else but going over every possible situation that could come out of my meeting tomorrow…” I trail off and look back down at my bracelet. “I still feel like I’m not good enough to get the deal, like it’s just one more thing that I want and it’s going to be ripped away from me. Some false hope or something.”

               Mrs. Matthews is silent a few moments, finishing up the second braid and then sits next to me at the table. I notice that there is no other sounds coming from the apartment and glance around, Alex and Breyana are nowhere to be seen, I catch a glimpse of Mr. Matthews disappearing into his room and I’m assuming Auston left for practice. Leaving just me and Mrs. Matthews who is looking intently at my face.

               “Y/N, you are the brightest person I have ever met, and you’re only twenty-one years old. You have spent so many years preparing yourself and setting yourself up as best you can.” She runs a hand down the braid she just made, again I lean into her touch. “But you’re twenty-one years old, and I don’t think twenty-one year olds should put half as much pressure on themselves that you are right now. You are so smart, so beautiful, so dedicated…” she trails off wringing her hands in front of her face in a frustrated manner, half her words coming out in Spanish. “You just don’t see it in yourself. You don’t see yourself as enough anything.”

               I watch her silently, not bothering to hide my shock. I’d never heard her talk to me that way.

               “Mrs. Matthews…” I start after a prolonged silence and earn a glare, “Ema, I… I just…” I can’t even begin to form words.

               “I wish you believed in yourself like your parents believe in you, like Alex believes in you.” She reaches out and grabs my hand. “Like I believe in you.”

               She turns my wrist up, the five charms lay on my inner arm.

               “You study the stars and the universe, yet you don’t study the world around you.”

               Mrs. Matthews strokes the middle charm, the one made of blue and gold. “The world that you’re a star in.”

               I stare down at my wrist and blink back the tears. Mrs. Matthews lets me sit in silence for a moment while I compose myself.

               “Have I ever told you how much I love you, Ema?” I finally ask, meeting her own tear filled eyes.

               “No, but I already know,” she wraps her arms around my shoulders and our foreheads resting together.

               “Now, go get dressed. We have a few things to do today,” Mrs. Matthews says, patting my head once more and standing and then making her way down the hallway to her room.

               I stare after her a moment and once I hear her door close Alex and Breyana pop their heads up from behind the loveseat. I crook an eyebrow at them.

               “Okay, since when did you become the favorite child? I didn’t sign up for that,” Alex says, climbing over the loveseat and putting her hands on her hips. “Deal was strictly second favorite.”

               ~

               Half an hour later I’m sitting in the middle seat of the SUV, laughing and poking fun at Breyana and the ridiculous amount of layers she has on. Breyana says something back that makes Alex erupt into a fit of giggles and when I look over at her I immediately notice how similar her smile is to her brothers. For a brief second I wish it was him sitting next to me laughing.

               I blink several times and give my head a little shake. What on earth was I doing thinking that?

Flashed - Part 2
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Hey lovelies! You all seemed to enjoy the first part of Flashed, which is amazing! Thank you so much! Also many many thanks to cat-winchester-mikaelson-curtis is for the lovely message and for the patience. I got home yesterday and have a massive Jetlag, but I somehow managed to write this. I'm not really happy with it, but I hope you at least like it a bit? Excuse any mistakes, I will re-read this tomorrow and hope to see more of my mistakes. Thank you!

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Summary: Part 2 of the lovely request about the Reader being a regular on the show since she was 14 (now 24) and about Reader dating Grant Gustin / The Flash
Pairing: Grant Gustin x Reader
Warning: None I believe
Words: 1'403


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Rocky Imagine for Taryn (iluvonedirection14)

“Taryn!!! Taryn!! Get Up!!!” Rydel squealed as she threw a pillow in your direction. 

“Whaaaat??? Nooo Let me sleep!” You mumbled, chucking the pillow back in her direction. 

“But Taryn! Today we leave to go camping!!” She argued. 

You sat up in your bed instantly. “OH YEAHH I FORGOT!!” You jumped out of bed and threw on your camping clothes, pulled your hair into a side braid and brushed your teeth. The rest of the Lynches were ready when you were. You were the last one to climb into the van. Discovering that the only empty seat was next to Rocky, You glared at Rydel. You have had the biggest crush on Rocky for years and Rydel, being your best friend, knew it. 

The ride to the camp sight was quiet for the most part. When the van finally came to a stop, you jumped out of the car and took a deep breath in. “Ahhhhh Fresh mountain air.” you sighed.

“Incredible, isn’t it? How different air can smell?” Rocky said, walking up next to you. 

“Yeah It’s pretty crazy.” You said shyly. 

“You want to help me set up one of the tents?” Rocky asked.

you couldn’t help but smile. “Uh  Yeah” You said with a goofy smile smeared across your face. 

“Alright. Come on." 

You grabbed the poles as Rocky grabbed the big flat tent. Rocky flicked his wrists in the air letting the tent unfold. He let the tent settle to the ground before walking over to you. "These poles are so long!” You complained as you tried to connect the two pieces together. 

“Here, let me help.” He said placing his one hand on yours. You froze. You loved the feeling of his touch. He gabbed another end of the pole and fed it through the slit in the tent.  "Alright, put the end in the pocket, there, on the corner.“ He instructed skillfully. 

You did as you were told. After your end was secure, Rocky flexed his beautiful arm muscles as he forced his end into the opposite pocket. Or.. atleast.. he tried to secure his side. "You ok over there?” You asked, seeing his obvious struggle. 

“Um.. Yeah.. I got this.” He assured you, trying to act like he had everything under control. before you could even blink you heard a loud SNAP. 

You gasped as you saw Rocky fall over, hand over his eye. “Oh My Gosh! ROCKY!! are You ok?” You screamed as you rushed to his side. 

“Ow. Ow. Ow.” He whimpered as you helped him sit up. 

“Rocky, Come on. Let me see.” you whispered trying to carefully remove his hand. 

“No! No. Don’t touch it! It hurts." 

"Rock… stop. Just let me see it.” He finally removed his hand, letting out a sigh. You could tell he was embarrassed. You gasped as you saw a cut bleeding right above his eye. “Oh No!” You mumbled.

“What? What?? Is it bad?” He asked as you got up, retrieving the first aid kit. You didn’t answer him as you opened the box, getting a disinfecting wipe and a band aid. ripping open the wipe package, Rocky protested. “No… No.. uh uh .. those things sting.” he said trying to move away.

“Stop, Rocky, please.   Just hold still” You said gently wiping and dabbing the wipe at his cut. 

“Ow! Ow!!! OW!!!!” he hissed. You finished cleaning the cut and placed the band aid over top. 

“All Done.” You said placing you lips on the band aid. 

“What was that for?” he asked.   You froze again. Did you just kiss his forehead? …Yep.. you did…. crap.

“Uh..umm.. sorry” you stuttered. 

“No… Taryn. You missed.” He stated. 

“What? I missed?”

“You missed, Taryn” He said standing up in front of you. You looked in his beautiful eyes and became lost. His hand reached out and rested on your cheek. 

Rocky looked into your eyes, then down at your lips. Then into your eyes again, and back at your lips. 

Before you knew it, Rocky placed his lips gently on yours as you inhaled with surprise. Rocky was kissing you.. WHaaaat?? You started to kiss him back, bringing your hand up to rest on his cheek. You pulled away after quite a while only to hear Riker, Ross, Ryland and Rydel cheering. Rocky couldn’t help but laugh slightly at his siblings’ antics.

. “Don’t worry Taryn. I know you like me… But it’s ok.. Cause I love you." 

Hope you like it!! It was really fun to write! <3

I drew this thing inspired by @sheamky‘s AU something like…a couple of months ago?? But I forgot to post it bc I’m a lazy shit ops

Enjoy some gays on drawing dates!!

sheriffswan  asked:

I love you. It's as simple as that, I remember coming to your ask one day and simply telling you thank you. Then everything changed. My life got better with you in it. You chased or kicked in the ass, the loneliness, you make me believe in love in every form, the purest one, friendship, you're my soulmate in a way nobody could compete, you're my best friend, the person who knows me, the person who understands me. I love you.

Hey Panda. I miss you more than I’ve ever missed anything in my life.

You know I never thought I would be the one writing your eulogy, considering the fact that I am, as you often reminded me, a granny seven years (it’s actually six and a half, dumbie) older than you, but this is the hand fate has dealt us so I’ll attempt to do it to the best of my ability. I hope you won’t mind that I’m addressing it to you because it’s the only bearable way of writing it; talking about you in the third person is distilled pain, a hundred proof agony the likes of which I’ve never experienced before and I can’t help being glad that you won’t ever have to feel it because someday when I’m gone, we’ll finally meet again.

I could fill the world with things we planned on doing and won’t be able to, but I’m not going to dwell on them today. Instead, I will focus on the things we did in those thirty-two months of texting, talking on the phone and having five-hour-long Skype calls, and one glorious month we spent living together and hugging every chance we got to make up for all the hugs (because you’re an adorable cuddle-monster and I’m just comfy to cuddle with) we were unable to have because of the miles that separated us.

So here goes:

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Not Gross

To the anon who’s prompt got eaten by my inbox, this one’s for you. Thank you for the wonderful prompt (Carter wakes up sick, and Kara stays to take care of him, so Cat can go to work.) I hope you (and everyone else) enjoys it!


“You can do this,” Kara repeated to herself. “You can do this. It’s not gross. That’s a lie. It is gross,” she continued, shuddering as she remembered Alex’s partying era, and how often she had held back her sister’s hair, as she watched her wretch over the toilet.

“But last week you microwaved a giant blue alien with your eyes, and it exploded all over you. And you survived. This is not worse than that. It’s just Carter, and he’s a little sick, and you’re a super girlfriend,” she paused to appreciate her own joke, opening a can of ginger ale, and filling a small plastic cup. “And Cat has entrusted you with taking care of the most precious thing in her life, so it’s not gross, and you’re not super nervous about screwing this up at all.”

Opening a cupboard, she pulled out a straw, bending its flexible neck, and putting it in the cup. Taking a deep breath she calmed her nerves, and her own unsick, yet queasy stomach, before heading upstairs.

“Buddy?” She asked softly, opening the door to Carter’s room slowly. She hoped he had fallen back to sleep, but looking in she saw Carter sitting up, clutching the bucket she’d given him.

“Kara,” he groaned. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t make it to the bathroom.”

Kara rushed over, her own queasiness forgotten, as Carter’s bleary blue eyes looked up at her. She set the ginger ale on the bedside table, and sat next to him, rubbing his back as he heaved, and coughed.

“It’s okay, Carter. That’s what the bucket’s for. You don’t have to be sorry for being sick,” she reassured him. “I’m sorry you’re stuck with me taking care of you, instead of your mom. I’m sure she knows exactly what to do and say to make you feel better.”

Carter managed a small smile, before another violent heave racked his small body. “You make me feel better too,” he said, between gags.

Kara smiled, and continued to rub circles on his back, until Carter relaxed, and managed a few deep breaths.

“You’re okay,” she said soothingly, taking the bucket from his loosened grip, and heading into the bathroom with it. Emptied and cleaned, she placed it back beside the bed, and sat back down. “This is the part where you have ginger ale, right?”

Carter managed a weak chuckle, as he sat up against the headboard. He took a few sips as Kara held the cup for him. “I guess you don’t get sick, huh?”

Kara shook her head. “Not on this planet, but I remember being sick a few times as a kid. I got to stay home from my lessons, and my dad took care of me. One time, he tried to braid my hair to keep it out of my face, but he was so horrible at it. I ended up with this big knot, and he had to cut it out. My hair was all uneven on one side, and my mom came home and she was so mad. But I remember laughing so much about it with my dad that I forgot I was sick.”

Carter laughed and took another sip of ginger ale. “He sounds like fun.”

Kara smiled softly, remembering how warm and loving her father had always been. “He was. We goofed around a lot, and he let me get away with everything. My mom was great, but she had to work a lot. My dad really took care of me, played with me, cooked with me, horribly, but he tried. He always encouraged me with my art, and he did eventually learn how to braid my hair,” she remembered, absently adjusting Carter’s blankets. “I was his little girl. I miss all my family, but sometimes I miss him the most.”

Carter leaned back against his pillows. “I know it’s not the same,” he started. “But you have me and Mom now.”

Kara’s heart swelled, and she immediately moved to sit against the headboard, putting an arm around Carter and pulling him in close. “It’s not the same, but it’s just as great. I love you, and your mom so much.”

Carter smiled, and laid his head on Kara’s shoulder. “I love you too. You take good care of me, and not just when I’m sick.”

Kara rested her cheek against his mop of curly hair. “Thanks buddy. You feeling a little better? Sleepy?”

Carter nodded, his eyes closing. “Nap time,” he mumbled.

Kara smiled and held him closer. “Sounds good. I’ll be right here when you wake up and then we’ll see how you feel about some soup. Your mom said she was going at lunch to pick some up from the deli you like, and then come to check up on you.”

Carter smiled against her shoulder, and nodded. “Yay,” he cheered feebly. “Soup on Krypton?”

Kara nodded. “But nothing as good as matzah ball,” she answered, closing her eyes as well.

She dozed off, not really sleeping, making sure to stay alert enough in case Carter needed to be whisked to the bathroom. Thankfully there was no need for her super speed or the bucket. Kara opened her eyes when she heard the sound of the penthouse’s front door opening. She checked the clock on the nightstand, and kissed the top of Carter’s head, happy to find him still asleep on her shoulder.

Cat appeared in the doorway, minutes later. She and Kara shared warm smiles, and a quick kiss, as Cat sat down on the edge of the bed. “How is he?” She whispered.

“It was pretty rough after you left, but he had some ginger ale an hour ago, and kept it down, then fell asleep,” Kara answered. “Are we in the clear?”

Cat leaned over, to run her fingers through Carter’s hair. “We’ll have to see what happens after lunch. I cancelled my afternoon meetings, and everything else I can do from here, so if you want to go-”

Kara cut her off, shaking her head adamantly. “No. I’m staying. I promised I’d be here when he woke up. Unless you want me to go? Did I do okay?”  

Cat brought her hand to Kara’s cheek, and pulled her in for a long kiss. “As always, you’re amazing.”

Carter cracked an eye open. “If you two don’t cut it out,” he groaned. “I’m going to need the bucket again.”  

"I don't get it"

Allow my black ass to explain
African American women are hated till our features are on a white girl.
We are mocked for our hair
Lips
Skin
Ass
Being black and a woman
Black men take us for granted, cheat, destroy us as a collective.
Yoncé said no more of this bullshit.
Get your nigga and tell him bout his ass.
Don’t let that boy cheat on you
Don’t give that boy that pussy if he ain treatin you right.
Don’t let that ain shit ass man control yo life.
She just told her father, yes I love you, but you did my momma wrong.
Then, lawdhafmercy, told y'all stop that brutality.
Stop takin these young kids from they mommas.
Stop hurting these queens trying to work for dimes to raise these kids.
Hands up means what now?
Yoncé just told y'all protect yo goddamn momma and other black mommas cuz who else gonna do it?
But she ain say fuck men.
Nahhhh sonny.
Fuck that fuck boy and his side chick Becky with the good hair.
Love that man you got if he got you
If he treats you right
If he gots you and yo kids backs.
But mothafuck these ain shit fathers.
Also… Did I just hear something about women’s sexuality?
Damn straight
You be the girl you wanna be.
You respect n love yo self.
Be a stripper if ya wanna
Become that business owner
Land on tha moon babygirl.
Yo sexual preference ain you
Who you sleep with ain you
Don’t let them call you a Thot
Don’t let them demean yo profession
Wear ya weave, kinks, fro, and braids.
Do you.
Don’t think I forgot bout the men
Stop being that man.
Get ride of the side piece
Or if you ain happy get out the main relationship
Speak tf up
If you ain happy say it.
And step up.
If you gotta bby momma
Respect her.
She the mother of yo kid
Yo kid don’t care who she sleepin with
That kid only cares bout what you say bout their momma
Don’t bad mouth that girl
Love that kid enough to respect that girl
You wanna sleep round too?
So be it.
You ain gotta commit to not a one
But don’t lead that girl on
Let’s recap
Girls
You ain need a man to be the center of yo world.
But also cherish the nigga that eat n treat you right
Boys
You ain need to cheat on the main girl if you unhappy
And yo kid will always love you
Everyone
Respect yo momma
Even if she ain shit too.
You ain gotta like her but in some form respect the woman that birthed you
We good?

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Told you there’d be pictures! Only from my cell phone because I forgot to bring my camera but good enough. 

Look at me, super cool goth witch that I am. My friend did a nice little french braid thing down the side of my head which was awesome, and that fur collar was a real life saver, I would’ve been so cold without it!

  • Me, describing a character I read: They have light blonde hair that is usually seen in a braid that goes down one side. Green eyes with flecks of blue that brighten when this character wears the color purple. Their favourite animal is a dog, and they will love every dog possible. They love ice-cream (even though they are slightly lactose intolerant). Could quite possibly be autistic but there is no mention of it, just charcaterisation.
  • Me, describing a character I WROTE: i think they have brown hair... but seriously, who knows?????