but i narrowed it down as much as i could

“Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.” - Matthew 7:13-14

Narrow in Greek means there’s great opposition against you, if you are going to walk with Jesus Christ you are going to be opposed by everything in the world. Narrow means confining, turning to your side and walking a very narrow path.

I live in a culture that always demands it’s rights, I’m called to give up every one of them.

How much of your life is defined by what the word of God says? By what Jesus says? How much of your life is defined by culture? How many Christians could go down the Bible, verse by verse an explain why they live the that way? Why they dress that way? Why they talk that way? This is why I’m in college?

You see, putting on a Christian t-shirt doesn’t make you radical. Even saying you believe in Jesus doesn’t make you radical.

Entering the narrow gate is allowing Him to define your life and not in general terms. Saying “Oh Jesus is everything to me, Jesus is Lord.” Okay, specifically though explain to me what that means, what has it cost you? How have you changed your life from the course that the rest of the world is walking in?

You know what a lot of people think Christianity is? They think Christianity is you doing all the righteous things you hate and avoiding all the wicked things you love in order to go to Heaven. No, that’s a lost man and religion.

A Christian is a person who’s heart has been changed, they have new affections but like a child that has been born they’re going: “I have new affections, they’re Godward, I love God, I want to be conformed to the image of Christ but how do I do it?” That’s when the word of God comes in. It’s not burdensome to you, forcing you to do what you don’t want to do and keeping you from doing all the rotten things you want too. No, you’ve been changed, you just need to know how to walk now.

So many people think they’re saved but their heart, their desires, everything has not been changed, ever. So the first thing is the Gospel of Jesus Christ. The evidence that you’re a Christian is not that you confess faith in Jesus or you’re part of a ministry or anything. It’s your affections have changed, they’re Godward, you love Jesus Christ and you have no bones about if it says in Scripture for you to do something, okay let’s do it. He said it, He’s master, that’s what Lord means.

Jesus says the way is narrow and few will find it. Now some people think: “Well what Jesus is talking about there is that there are few people that confess Him and all the atheists and everybody else, the big majority of the world, Hollywood and Sodom and Gomorrah and everything, it’s all going to Hell; but those of us that confess Jesus Christ we’re the “few” that are going to be saved.“

No, that’s not what He is saying. In the context He’s saying this: “Among those who claim to Me to be Lord few will be saved.” That’s why He says: “Not every one that saith unto Me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of Heaven.” (v.21) It’s amazing and a total contradiction to American Evangelicalism.

On that day He will say: “And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.” (v.23) First He will say: “I never knew you.” Today’s generation they say: “Do you know Jesus” as an evangelical cliché. That’s really not the question.

You know I could go to the White House and knock on the gates and have guards come and ask me: “How can we help you.” I would say: “Yes I want to see the president.” They’d look at me and say: “and?” I would go: “Well I know him.” Haha am I going to get in? Am I going to see a president or king by saying: “I know him.”? Absolutely not, but if while I’m out there talking to these guards and the president comes out and says: “Oh Paul! Hey! Let him come on through!” I’m going in. You see the difference?

“You know Jesus” I don’t want to be trite but, big deal. Does He know you? Know in Hebrew refers to a relationship that is intimate. Jesus is saying (in v.23): “You and I never had an intimate relationship, you didn’t come to Me or seek Me, we didn’t walk together, talk together, you didn’t seek Me for counsel, you didn’t follow My Law, you didn’t treat Me like a King, you weren’t apart of any of the principles of commands of the kingdom, absolutely not. I don’t know you depart from Me, worker of iniquity.” Iniquity in Hebrew means law and it’s used negatively, meaning in the prefix of it it’s saying: “No law.”

This is why Jesus is saying: “Depart from those of you who claim to be my disciples but you lived as though I never gave you a law to obey.” How many of you are guiding your life based on principles, commands, laws and statements of wisdom that Jesus has given?

You need to understand about Christianity we’re a historical religion. Go back 100 years and try to find the “superficial gospel” that’s being preached today and try to find what we are today, back then. I’m saying this because it’s true, you need to be afraid about it. You need to get serious.
—  Paul Washer

knightinironarmor  asked:

HEY THERE!! i'm sorry you're having a shitty evening D: could you pick your top 3 fictional faves and your favorite scene/moment involving each of them?

ajajaksnd nat this is so hard!
ok so. tony stark. invincible iron man #29 where he’s arguing with his suit come to life and trying to keep rumiko safe at the same time. also. his speech to pepper in im1, hence my blog title.
sirius black. pretty much any scene in grimmauld place i adore. i can’t narrow it down more than that. also. any scene with lupin. maybe the fireplace scene.
picking a third is difficult but i’m gonna say elizabeth swann when she asserts herself as the pirate king, or maybe when she feels bad about leaving jack, or maybe when she gets married.
damn this was hard. i could name like ten more scenes for each of those characters.

❄⛄🎶Christmas Music in Different Languages🎶⛄❄

Hello! So, I’ve researched some Christmas music in different languages. Some have a lot, like, too much so I narrowed it down, and some don’t have that much, but I found the best I could. Some are similar songs to what English speakers and Americans are used to such as “jingle bells” etc etc, while others are their own original seasonal songs. If it’s similar or the same song as traditional songs in English, I’ll put them in the parenthesis. So anyway, enjoy and happy holidays! 


Laylat Eid- Fairuz (”Jingle Bells”) 

العيد ببيروت - البوم كستنا لـ جان ماري رياشي ، غناء يارا (”Santa Claus is Coming to Town”) 

Adeste Fideles -Fairuz ( اديسيت فيدييس فيروز )

“Ya Yasoo” by Wafic 

Gloria in Excells Deo- Marwan Rahbani, Ghadi Rahbani 

Remember Us -Marwan Rahbani, Ghadi Rahbani (ما تنسانا السنة الجاي يا بابا نويل) 

Talj talj- Fairuz 

Tonight Is Xmas by Marwan Rahbani, Ghadi Rahbani (ليلة عيد الميلاد) 

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen -Fairuz

Bizet Carol- Fairuz

المجد لك ايها المسيح 


Die Flippers- Süßer die Glocken nie klingen 

Schlittenlied- Michelle (Jingle Bells)

Der Kleine Trommler- Jonny Hill (Little Drummer Boy)  

Heintje - Kommet ihr Hirten 

O Du Fröhliche- Roy Black 

Ihr Kinderlein kommet-  Michelle

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht- Michelle (Silent Night)  


Dio ci Benedirà- Andrea Bocelli 

Bianco Natale-  Irene Grandi (White Christmas

A Natale Puoi- Sergio Cremonese 

Sarà Natale Se- Renato Giorgi 

E’ la notte di Natale- Enrico Turetta 

“Italian Jingle Bells”- Lou Monte [Neapolitan] 


Raduitesya vsi Lyude- Novokuznetsk choir 

Nebo i Zemlya ~ Russian kolyadka 


Angeli v Nebi ~  Russian kolyadka 

Белый Снег- Аллы Чепиковой 

ЗВЕЗДА НАДЕЖДЫ- Аллы Чепиковой 

”We Wish You A Merry Christmas” (RUSSIAN) 


PAŜOJ- Aleksandra Watanuki 


Kiyoshi, Kono Yoru- Ashley Serena (Silent Night

Jingle Bells (JAPANESE) 

Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer (from Morning Musume) 

会いたいロンリークリスマス- C-ute 


Rodolfo el Reno de la Nariz Roja- Belinda 

Hoy es Navidad (”Jingle Bells” tune)  

Paseo en Trineo- Opus Christi (Sleigh Ride)

Feliz Navidad- Jose Feliciano 

El burrito de Bélen- Juanes 

El Pequeño Tamborilero- Raphael (Little Drummer Boy)

Din, don, din, dan 


铃儿响叮当 (Jingle Bells

我们祝你圣诞快乐- Cuishan He (We Wish You a Merry Christmas


圣诞节- EXO 


Yeshu Paida Hua

Shaanti Ki Raath (Silent Night

Ek Tara Chamka Hein- Domenic Marbaniang+ 

Woh masiha aaya hai- Lata Mangeshkar 

Jingle Bells (HINDI) 


Il Est Né- Michael Gettel

Vive le vent (Jingle Bells

Entre le bœuf et l'âne gris-  Christmas Sound Orchestra 

Rudolph, le petit renne au nez rouge 

Il est né le Divin Enfant- Tino Rossi

Mon beau sapin- Muriel J (Oh Christmas Tree)  

Petit Papa Noël 

Les douze jours de Noël- Carmen Campagne (12 days of Xmas) 

All I Want for Christmas is You (Mioune on yt) 


스타쉽플래닛- Starship Planet

크리스마스 소원- MYSTIC 

Zzang Christmas(짱 크리스마스)- BESTie 

루돌프사슴코 - 꾸러기 동요 (Rudolph) 

Dear Santa- Girls Generation TTS (Kor.) 

울면안돼 (Santa Claus is Coming to Town) 


Mitt hjerte alltid vanker 

Glade Jul, Hellige Jul (Silent Night) 

Jul I Svinget- Frederikke Kaysen 

Det Lyser I Stille Grender 

En Stjerne Skinner I Natt 


Szent ünnep- Nox 

Csengőszó (Jingle Bells)

Ünnepelj Ma Velünk!- Lola 

Fehér karácsony- TNT 

Fehér Karácsony (White Christmas)

Szülte A Szűz Szent Fiát 

Csendes Éj (Silent Night) 


Varpunen jouluaamuna- Suvi Teräsniska

Rekiretki- Vieno Kekkonen (Sleigh Ride) 

Petteri Punakuono (Rudolph) 

Joulupukki matkaan jo käy (Santa Claus is Coming to Town) 

Joulupuu on rakennettu 

Kolme yötä jouluun 


O, pastiri, čudo novo  

Radujte se narodi 

Bijeli Božić- Oliver Dragojević 

O, Betleme, grade slavni- PATRIA 


Dzisiaj w Betlejem 

Kolęda Tryumfy Króla Niebieskiego 


Przybieżeli Do Betlejem 

Gdy Się Chrystus Rodzi 

Do szopy, hej pasterze 


Mary Did You Know- Dariush & Marya

O Holy Night-  Dariush & Marya 

Tavalod Tavalod- Gilbert (Jingle Bells) 


O Holy Night- Willie K

Me Ke Aloha Nona 

Mele Kalikimaka- Bing Crosby (Eng) 



Aisakell- Lauris Reiniks (Jingle Bells

Aisakell- Karavan (Jingle Bells) 

Estica Jõuluingel 

🎄This is an original post and all links are taken from Youtube🎄



I spend so much time using faces to convey emotions that I figured trying out the emoji challenge on tali’zorah would be good body language practise! it was also really interesting trying to figure out how to simplify down her outfit so I could draw it consistently without too much detail. 

tldr; tali is the most super expressive lil bean and I love her

also I’m kind of doing my own mini project of diversifying the ME games’ body types? although it doesn’t show very well here, in my revised designs tali has a very petite torso with narrow shoulders, tiny boobs, a very slim waist, and comparatively very wide hips. THUNDER THIGHS TALI 4 LYFE <3

anonymous asked:

this may be such a big ask depending on how much you want to say, so I get if it's overwhelming and you would just rather not, but do you think you could list some of phoebe's music favorites? her taste is so so good! thank you so much in advance if you decide to do this ♥

phoebe’s music taste is divine and quite similar to mine so it’s easy to keep track because it’s usually already on my playlist 🙌🙌 here are some of her favourites:

  • caring is creepy, the shins
  • reckoner, radiohead
  • michicant, bon iver
  • the wheel, sohn
  • a new error, moderat
  • flesh without blood, grimes
  • ocean breathes salty, modest mouse
  • we move lightly, dustin o’halloran
  • starboy, the weekend
  • nothing’s gonna hurt you baby, cigarettes after sex
  • what he wrote, laura marling
  • hey, pixies
  • obstacle 1, interpol
  • the celestials, the smashing pumpkins
  • come as you are, nirvana
  • life round here, james blake
  • rhyme and reason, eminem
  • where is my mind, nada surf
  • petals, bibio
  • doing the right thing, daughter
  • ingenue, atoms for peace
  • gold, kiiara
  • out of the woods, taylor swift
  • first, cold war kids
  • crystallize, lindsey stirling
The Bucket List

Pairing: Steve x Reader 

Warnings: none? 

Prompt: you talk in your sleep

word count: 3390

A/N: this strayed so far from the prompt but I liked it too much to stop writing it. Hopefully you guys enjoy it. It could be really shit!!!! I wrote it running on four hours of sleep, so please don’t judge me if it’s bad, I just wanted to write something nice for you guys. 

“You talk in your sleep—“ Steve spoke as he entered the kitchen, pulling the bag of oatmeal from the top shelf.

I looked up from my bowl, a small stream of almond milk dribbled down the side of my mouth. “Huh?” I questioned as I wiped it away with my sleeve.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at me in confusion and a little bit of disgust, “uh—“ he shook his head, “you talk in your sleep. I heard you last night.”

I furrowed my brow as I shovelled down another mouthful of cereal. “What was I saying?” It interested me to know what I spoke about in my slumber. My college roommate had always told me that I did it, but my punishment for chatting away to myself was never knowing what I’d said—she was tough on me.

“You were talking about a handsome man in blue, I can only assume that was about me.” A small smirk played on his lips as he placed his bowl in the microwave.

“Okay Rogers,” I warned, “don’t reach. Now what was I really saying?” I asked again—a slight blush creeping onto my cheeks. The truth was I had the biggest crush on my training partner. It was just like high school, when you’d get a crush on one of the senior boys. Steve was the senior boy everyone had a crush on and I was lucky enough to train with him. It pleased me to walk into the gym every day and watch as he went one on one with the punching bag—his training shirts were always tight, accentuating his ungodly muscles and he was always so damn nice—but what I liked most was that he never played down my ability to fight. He fought me like he would fight any enemy and that in itself was the most attractive thing about him.

“Are you blushing (Y/N)?” He continued to smirk at me, knowing he was getting a reaction.

“Oh jog on.” I waved him away, “I see you shirtless every day, pretty sure if I wanted to—okay you know what nevermind, I can’t talk about you like that.” I began to toy with my cereal instead of eating it.

“Jog on—“ he repeated me, “is that a British thing?”

I rolled my eyes and poked him in the chest, “tell me what I was saying.”

“Fine, fine!” he put his hands up in defeat. “You were talking about the ocean—saying you were scared of it. You said something about a giant squid taking you away and pecking you with its beak.”

“Mmmmm,” I leaned back in my chair, “now that sounds more like me.” I really did have an irrational fear of giant squid.

“You’re really scared of the ocean?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yep,” I got up from my seat and meandered to the sink.

Steve turned to face me, “but you can control it?”

I scoffed at his comment—I always seemed to get the same reaction when I told people. “Just because you can control something, doesn’t mean you can’t be afraid of it.”

“Wow,” he nodded his head in agreement. “That’s so deep.” He took a sip of his orange juice just as I went to lightly slap him on the head. The juice went sputtering out of his mouth and I let out a loud gasp.

“Oh wow—“ I couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m so sorry.” I grabbed some paper towel from beside the sink. “Oh my gosh.” I dabbed at his mouth before I could wipe the table. “You should’ve seen your face.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed the paper towel from me.

“Very funny.” He sighed as I sat back down—still chuckling at the mess I’d caused.

“Hey,” I tilted my head, sending him a tight-lipped smile “you shouldn’t make fun of my quotes.”

He shook his head, in disbelief “I never disagreed with you, but whatever you’re right.”

“I know I am Rogers, when am I not right?”

“When you’re left.” He looked up at me, the biggest smile plastered on his stupid face.

“Ohhhhh my god.” I didn’t want to laugh—I really didn’t. In fact I was certain that I was laughing at him and not with him. “You—no” I slapped my hands over my mouth in shock. He’d just told what was possibly one of—if not the worst joke of all time. “You really need to never tell that joke again, please I beg you.”

“Oh,” he frowned, “I got it from Scott—I thought he was the funny guy.”

“Scott is the funny guy, let it stay that way.” I leaned over the dining table to pat him on the shoulder.

“I’m scared of the ocean too by the way.” He quickly changed the subject—I slumped back into my chair when I noticed the blue of his eyes deepen.

“Well that’s because—well, yes—well, okay, yep.” I awkwardly got up from my seat. I hated that sometimes I was so calm and collected around him and then two seconds later I was the definition of ‘awkward mess’. “You know what, I’ll just see you at training.”

“Uh—okay,” I could tell he was confused by my suddenly erratic behaviour, but he went with it nevertheless. “I’ll see you then.”

I awkwardly waved before scrambling out of the kitchen.

“He said he was afraid of the ocean too and I freaked out, cause you know he’s been through so much with the damn sea—“

Wanda couldn’t wait for me to finish my sentence—she instantly burst out laughing. “Wow,” she calmed herself down. “I can always count on you to make my bad days better.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” I whined, “this is really bad.” I knew I couldn’t blame her for laughing because I really was a joke.

“Okay no, no” she stopped herself from laughing again. “I’m telling you now,” she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “If there’s anyone he likes in this whole facility it’s you!” I didn’t know where she’d pulled the idea from, but I liked it. “You haven’t embarrassed yourself—I can bet that he’s forgotten about it already.”

“Yes, but I keep making myself look stupid—eventually he’ll remember.” It was only a matter of time before Steve realised; I wasn’t funny, I was just a mess.

“You’re his training partner, he knows how fierce you are! So for you to be awkward outside of that dojo means nothing! He’s seen you in your rawest form, he knows the real you.”

“It’s just the fact that I try my best to flirt or create some banter and then I ruin it.” I shoved my head into her pillow and let out a loud groan.

“You really don’t see how great you are. All those awkward encounters? They add to your character and show that you feel something.”

“Jeeze,” I whistled under my breath as I lifted my head. “You really know how to be the supportive friend.”

“I know,” she smiled sincerely. “I didn’t have anyone when I thought I was making stupid mistakes, so the least I can do is be a good friend now that I have one.”

“Wow—“ I placed a hand over my heart, “I’m pretty sure that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Stop it,” she laughed, “I’ve been nice before.”

“Hmmm,” I pretended to think about it. “I guess you have.”

“Hey—“ Steve said as he waltzed into the gym “what are you doing in here before me?” He knew the drill, he’d box and I’d walk in and pretend to be unfazed by his perfect form.

“Well,” I struggled to speak as I did my push ups, “I don’t like to admire hot and sweaty Captain America every day.”

“I always knew you were admiring me,” he dropped his bag and then lowered himself onto the mat next to me. “You having a bit of trouble there?”

My arms felt like jelly and there was sweat dripping from every crevice, I was on my 65th push up and I only needed one more to beat my personal best. I managed to squeeze in another three before collapsing into a heap. “I never have trouble.” I joked as I struggled for breath.

Steve chuckled as he got back up. He walked over to my gym bag and foraged for my water bottle. “Here,” he said placing it down next to me.

“Thank you,” I breathed—sitting up, before I gulped down almost the entire contents.

“So you never denied that you were admiring me.” The stupid smirk that I was far too accustomed to graced his face.

“Shut up,” I mustered enough strength to elbow him in the ribs.

He grabbed my elbow and pulled me closer. “That’s still not denying it.” It was the first time he’d ever been so cheeky around me and I had to say; I loved every single moment of it.

“You know what.” I wriggled myself free from his grip and grabbed my water bottle—without warning I squirted it in his face. “Is that enough denying for you captain?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Shit—“ he lifted his shirt to wipe his face and the bottom of his torso peaked out from underneath. I had to stop myself; I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if he caught me. “I’ll get you back for that (Y/N)” he warned.

“I’m sure you will,” I said casually—as if my heart wasn’t about to explode.

“Enough of that. Down to the serious stuff.” He wriggled himself around so that he was sitting in front of me.

“What,” I fake gasped. “You mean we weren’t being serious just then?”

He laughed lightly before shaking his head. “I was thinking that we could find the spare pair of gloves in the storage room and spar today.”

My arms felt like they were going to snap off, but I couldn’t resist sparring with Steve. He was just so precise and agile—all his movements were so natural, yet so unpredictable. “Sounds good to me.” I huffed before gulping down the last bit of my water.

“Great!” he sprung up, “I’ll go find the gloves.”

“Wait!” I shot up as well, “I’ll help you look.”

The two of us stood at the door of the storage closet, not sure where to look first.

“Christ, this is a tiny room.” I coughed as dust particles bombarded my throat.

“You’re not wrong.” Steve agreed as he crouched down.

“I regret not bringing my gloves today.” I said as I mirrored his actions, our shoulders pressing against each other as we both rummaged through random crates.

“Well—“ whatever he was about to say was cut off by the sound of a siren blaring.

“Shit!” we both stood up at the same time. The door to the storage room slammed shut within seconds, ultimately sealing us inside. The shock of it all caused me to stumble back into his arms.

He caught me gently, as if I were as light as a feather. “I forgot there was a lockdown drill today,” he let me go and I awkwardly shook myself upright.

“Well that’s just dandy isn’t it?” I flopped down onto one of the crates. Hiding my face so he wouldn’t see the blush that had crept onto my cheeks.

“Sorry,” He sighed as he pulled up a crate next to me.

I took a second to calm myself before looking at him, “it’s not your fault.”

We both sat in silence—instructions blared from the speaker in the dojo, but they were muffled by the titanium door that had sealed us in. I fumbled with my fingers for a while, before turning to look at Steve.

“What?” I questioned—my voice catching in my throat when I realised he’d been staring at me.

“Your eyes—“ he gulped, “they changed colour.”

“Oh yeah,” I averted my gaze to the floor—I was embarrassed by the whole situation.

He placed his knuckle under my chin and gently turned my head, so that I was looking at him again. “They’re—“ he hesitated for a second, “they’re beautiful.”

His comment struck me—I honestly felt like my heart was going to exit my body through my throat.

He didn’t move his knuckle from under my chin; instead he moved his face closer to mine. In fact, he was so close that I could smell his aftershave, which by that point should have faded—so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“This is a really small room.” I repeated, as a lump began to rise in my throat. Was he going to kiss me? Or was he just moving irrationally close to me for no reason? I had no idea.

He smiled, “you say the dar—“ the clanking of the titanium door struggling to opening broke us apart. I’d never moved faster in my life—I felt like Pietro as I stumbled to my feet at the speed of light.

“Um, you know what? I’m not feeling so great. I think I’m gonna cut this short, if you need me I’ll be in my room.” I didn’t wait for a response—I rushed out of the dojo and toward my room, leaving him as confused as ever.

I was half way through a pint of ice cream before there was a knock at my front door. “Bloody hell,” I muttered under my breath as I set down the dessert and slinked towards the door.

“Hi—“ Steve said as I flung the door open. “Can I—uh—I just came to check if you were okay.” He ran his hand through his hair nervously.

“Uh hi.” I narrowed my eyes— still not quite sure why he was standing there, considering I was perfectly fine. “I’m okay, is there a reason I wouldn’t be?” I moved aside and gestured for him to come in.

“It’s just that you left in such a hurry before—“ He held on to the back of his neck as he spoke, “I thought maybe I did something wrong.”

“Oh—“ I bit my lip, remembering just how close we’d gotten in that moment. “No, you—you were fine.” I resumed my seat on the couch. He stood beside the armrest, awkwardly staring down at the TV.

“You can sit down you know.” I chuckled as I patted the spot next to me.

“You know I—nevermind.” He sat down without any complaints to which I replied with a smile.

“Your hair is still wet,” I reached out to feel it. When I realised how weird I was being I pulled away, but was caught off guard when he entwined his hand with mine.

“I uh—“ he quickly shook his hand away and the two of us averted our eyes to the TV—unsure about what had just happened. “What are you watching?” he croaked.

“American Gangster—hey do you still have that list of movies you need to watch? Surely this is on there?” I distinctly remembered him telling me about his lists and how he’d aimed to finish everything on them.

He let out a small laugh, “you still remember that?”

My mouth formed an ‘O’, “I am shocked that you have such little belief in me and my listening capabilities.”

He laughed louder this time,“you’ll be happy to know that it is on my list and that I have in fact seen it.”

“I’m so proud,” I beamed as I clapped my hands together. “Look at you, de-fossilizing yourself one step at a time.”

His face fell in an instant, and I felt like I’d been stabbed. I’d upset him and I hadn’t meant to. “Look I better go.” He got up from his seat, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Hey wait!” I grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. “I didn’t mean it like that.” I hadn’t meant for my comment to hurt him, but I realised that it’d been a dumb move on my part. “I’m proud of you, you’re not a fossil and even if you were, you’d be my favourite.” A cheesy grin spread across my face as a small smile fleeted on his.

“Favourite fossil huh?” he raised an eyebrow in question.

“Favourite.” I leaned forward and in the spur of the moment I kissed his cheek.

We were both taken back for a second—each of us knowing it was out of character for me.

“(Y/N)” Steve said quietly, “there’s something on my list that I need your help to finish.”

“You need my help?” I wasn’t quite sure what he would need me for. There was nothing I could do that the others couldn’t—apart from controlling the sea, that there was exclusive.

He nodded, his eyes turning the dark shade of blue that I’d only seen once before.

“You’re not going to kiss me are you?” I snorted, trying to play it off as if it weren’t a legitimate question.

“Uh—dammit.” He slapped his hands against his knees and got up. “I’m such an idiot.”

“No, nO, nOo, NO!” I scrambled to my knees and waved my hands in the air like a mad woman.“I mean, no don’t go anywhere not no don’t kiss me.” My voice was frantic.

He sat back down, his head in his hands as he let out a frustrated groan. “So you want me to kiss you?” Now it was his turn to be confused.

“Yes!” I almost shouted, “I would like nothing—“

He didn’t wait for me to finish, before I knew it our lips were pressed against each other. His hand roamed to the small of my back, pulling me closer so that I was able to straddle him as our lips moved in sync. I couldn’t believe what was happening—after all those days of admiring him, Steve Rogers was kissing me and he wasn’t holding back either.

I found myself lost for breath as he deepened the kiss. His hands balled into fists as he grabbed ahold of my t-shirt—he was trying to pull me closer, but I was already as close to him as I could be with my clothes on.

“Fuck,” he moaned as I fumbled to pull his black v-neck off.

“Wait,” I breathed as I pulled away.

“What?” He asked, staring at me cautiously.

“That was the first time I’ve ever heard you swear.”

“Dear God,” he said as his lips caught mine once more. “You are really something else.”

I pulled away again and surveyed his face, “like a good something else or?”

He laughed out loud and I couldn’t help but laugh either, he was just so infectious. “Good I promise.”

“Okay cool” I grinned before wrapping my hands around his neck. “Cause I’ve had a crush on you for a while now.” I whispered my confession against the skin just below his ear. A massive smile spread across my face when I heard him mutter something inaudible under his breath.

“Oh really?” He smirked, as one of his hands slinked under my T-shirt so that he could trace shapes against my skin.

I frowned as I led my index finger around the outline of his abdominal muscles. “I hope you’re not laughing at me internally.”

He leaned forward and placed a small kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I swear I’m not. I think you’re the funniest woman alive and honestly I want to spend all of my time with you.”

“Is that why you set up so many training sessions Rogers?” I tapped my finger against his nose and he kissed my chin.

“Maybe,” he grinned as he gently pulled me back down. “Is that why you attended all of them (Y/N)?”

“Mhm,” I sucked in my bottom lip as I stared down at the man in front of me. “That’s not even a question.” I answered—our foreheads pressed together.

“Then let’s not waste time dwelling on it.”

“Hey Rogers?”

“Mmmm?” He mumbled in response.

“Why am I the only one with a shirt on?”

anonymous asked:

Please write Iwaoi where Iwaizumi overworks himself

First of all, I adore this blog, your writings are great! And second, could you write a sick (sorry I know I didn’t spell it correctly) Iwazumi denying he’s sick and a worried Oikawa taking care of him? Thanks in advance!

sorry this took me so long to write for you, anon1!  whenever i get excited about prompts i put too much pressure on myself to write them perfectly, which is pretty frickin’ unfortunate/ironic X’D  combining it with this second prompt helped me narrow it down a bit.  anyway, it turned out really long and i hope you like it!

also, thank you for the kind words, anon2, i really appreciate it!!! <333

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below the cut

“I’m fine, Oikawa, leave me alone,” Iwaizumi brushed Oikawa’s concerned hand from his shoulder, but took the hint and sat on Oikawa’s bed.  “Now tell me what your nightmare was about so I can go back to sleep.”

Oikawa frowned.  He’d called Iwaizumi over to his house in the middle of the night, as he’d done many nights before, complaining of a scary dream, and Iwaizumi had come, but something was wrong.  Iwaizumi’s face was pale and sweaty, but he would shiver every so often as if he was cold.

In short, Oikawa’s suspicions were validated, though for once he wished he’d been wrong.  The thing is, Oikawa hadn’t had a nightmare tonight.  He’d had trouble sleeping, sure, but the main reason he’d called Iwaizumi over was because he’d noticed that his friend’s bedroom light was on at three am for the third night in a row and he was worried.

Of course, he hadn’t known it would be this bad.  He crossed his arms.  “Iwa-chan, your light was on before I called, and I know you can’t sleep unless it’s dark.”  Iwaizumi scowled and avoided making eye contact.  Oikawa sighed.  “I’m sorry.”

Iwaizumi’s head snapped up.  “For what?”

“For making you come here so late on Monday,” he replied, sincerely.  On Monday, Oikawa had actually had a nightmare, and a really bad one at that; he normally made a point not to call Iwaizumi after one in the morning, but this one had been particularly bad.  He’d tried to calm himself for two hours before relenting and phoning his friend at four am, and he worried that it had messed with Iwaizumi’s sleep schedule.  But Iwaizumi was shaking his head.

“I don’t mind that; never apologize for your nightmares,” he said, sternly as ever.  “I’m always here for you if you need me.”

Oikawa nodded, then turned to Iwaizumi with a stern expression of his own.  “I know.”  He put a hand, gentle but unyieldingly firm, to Iwaizumi’s cheek, forcing him to keep eye-contact.  “Iwa-chan, you’re my best friend, and you worry about me all the time, and I trust you enough to tell you when I’m not okay because of that.  I’m asking you to return that trust now, if you can.”

“Oikawa…” Iwaizumi’s expression was unreadable, though it was clear from his frown that he was somewhat perplexed.  Then he punched Oikawa in the arm.

“Ow!”  Oikawa explained, looking to inspect the injury, but also noting that the jab had been less forceful than usual.  “Iwa-chan, why-“

When he looked back at his friend, Oikawa’s breath was immediately stolen.  There were tears in Iwaizumi’s eyes, and even as he laughed he sounded like he was crying.

“When did you become a poet, huh, Shittykawa?”  Iwaizumi sniffled, voice rough as his mouth worked in vain to maintain a transparent and watery smile.  For once, Oikawa, didn’t know what to say.  So instead of trying to find the non-existent perfect words for this situation, he opened his arms wide and offered a kind smile.

That seemed to do the trick, because in a heartbreaking moment, Iwaizumi let out a strangled noise and fell onto Oikawa’s chest with a deep sob.  Oikawa held his friend tight and petted his hair gently, wondering what could have possibly led to all of this.

“Oh, Iwa-chan,” he sighed.

They stayed like that for a long while, until Iwaizumi’s sobs finally tapered off into hiccups, and his breathing fell back into a regular, though still shaky, rhythm.  Oikawa shifted so that he could lie down beside the other boy.  He wiped the lingering tears from Iwaizumi’s red eyes and squeezed his hand.

“Do you want to talk about it?  Is there anything I can do to help?”  He asked quietly.  Iwaizumi shrugged, his face now looking as though his emotions had all left along with his tears.  Maybe he was just drained, but Oikawa feared it was an indication of the return of Iwaizumi’s old acquaintance, Depression.

“Can you try to tell me?”

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anonymous asked:

Favorite mutuals??

anon this is so hard to answer because i literally and i mean literally love them all so much idk why they follow me , here are only a few 🌻💛

@velvethoseok @taehyxngs @vmiiin @93yoong @hobitxt @itsokaythough @sftae @hobintae @war-of-hormoan @silvertae @fapmonster @taegrl @1una @taesflower @taesoft @poutypjm @jho-seok @almondyoongi
@yeojinie @gguked @yoonseokswife


i could go on and on - some of these beautiful people i talk to often, others i timidly admire from afar -some are older mutuals and some are newer, but just so you know I had to narrow it down otherwise this list would be much longer, honestly i love them all?? ( if i didn’t mention you it’s not because i don’t appreciate or love you ) 🌻💛

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angrymami  asked:

im trying to get into selena's music, what are some songs i should check out?

First thing that comes to my mind? All of them! Honestly, how do I even narrow it down?

I mean, you have her beloved hits like Como La Flor, Amor Prohibido, Bidi Bidi Bom Bom that pretty much everyone loves and ones you should definitely check out.

When it comes to personal faves, omg don’t even get me started. Baila Esta Cumbia, Enamorada De Ti, Si Una Vez, Techno Cumbia, Fotos y Recuerdos, Ya Vez, Amame, La Carcacha, El Chico del Apartamento 512… honestly, I could go on.

If you’re interested in her songs in English: Dreaming of You (of course), I Could Fall In Love, Missing My Baby, I’m Getting Used To You, Captive Heart, Where Did The Feeling Go?, Is It The Beat, Only Love.

Also, if any of my followers have anything to add to the list, feel free to do so! I know I left out so many. 

Maybe look Selena up on Spotify, if you can? I usually use it when I want to check out an artist I’m not that familiar with, since they tend to have their whole discography.

(But, really, girl, just listen to everything.)

anonymous asked:

Can you explain Korean sentence structure

Without getting too complicated (because there is seriously so much stuff I could go into), I’m going to try and narrow down the basics. 

Down to the very bones of any Korean sentence, we have a subject + predicate (verb), or we have subject + object + predicate (verb).

For the most part, the subject and object are easy to identify, since we have the particles (이/가 and 을/를) to help distinguish their function, so even if a sentence does not follow the standard order, we should know the subject and object. In addition, don’t forget we also have the topic marking particles (은/는) which can also label the subject. 

Now here are some general rules:

  • Every Korean sentence must end with either a VERB or an ADJECTIVE. However, you can include more than one adjective or verb in the same sentence, but just remember that the sentence must end with one or the other.
  • The main verb of the sentence is placed at the end of a sentence. So if you have more than one verb in the same sentence, it is usually the main predicate that is required to sit at the end!
  • Verbs and adjectives both conjugate according to tense, politeness level, passive and causative forms, and speech styles.
  • There are two ways to connect sentences; conjunction endings (~고, ~지만, ~아/어서), and conjunction adverbs (그리고, 그렇지만, 그래서). It is sufficient to place a conjunctive adverb between two sentences, but conjunctive endings must be attached to the verb stem of the predicate of the preceding sentence. 
  • Typically, the subject, topic, and object are marked by the corresponding particles. However, in small sentences these particles are dropped since they can sometimes be unnecessary. The longer the sentence, the more these particles become mandatory. 
  • Adjectives come before the noun they are describing.
  • Adverbs come before the verb they are describing

For the most part, a sentence should follow this order: SUBJECT>TIME>PLACE>OBJECT>ADVERB>VERB/ADJECTIVE

And you can obviously throw in any adjectives you want in there. But on top of this, don’t forget you can use conjunctions.

These are all the essential points that I can think of, since sentence structure can get a little complicated when you try to compose longer sentences. However, I hope this helped ^^

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could I ask for your top 5 favorite Wolfstar fics of all time? Thank you very much!


Seriously though, I had like 15 on here and I just kept thinking of more and I felt so sad every time I got rid of one to narrow it down. Do check out my personal favorites tag for more if you’re interested! 

In no particular order:

  • The Door Through the World by Amuly– 96k, M, non-magic/fantasy AU.  “Growing up under the stern hand of Walburga Black was nothing less than torture for young Sirius. Until one day, he found a small, forgotten door… It was through this door that Sirius discovered a whole other world, and a whole other life.” Amazing writing, fosters a deep sense of love for Remus and Sirius as they grow up as well as a sense of wonder at the fictional World that brings them together. So imaginative and emotional. 
  • The Dating Disasters of Sirius Black by Kabeyk– 84k, M, mwpp era.  “For some reason unfathomable to Remus, Sirius always likes to tell him in excruciating detail about his various romantic problems.” I don’t think I’ve ever laughed more at a fic than I do at this one every time I read it.
  • Text Talk by merlywhirls– WIP~ so far 114k, NR, non-magic/modern AU.  “Sirius is in boarding school, Remus is in hospital, and they don’t know each other until Sirius texts the wrong number.” What can I say, it stole my heart, along with the heart of the entire fandom, as well as inspiring a whole host of other texting AUs. I’ve re-read it so many times that I couldn’t not include it. 
  • Masked Revels by copperbadge– 8k, M, mwpp era. “There are good rituals to be done for the Maying.” Just. So incredibly magical and I am in awe of the writing. It defies description.
  • Highland Fling by picascribit– 38k, E, non-magic AU. “The summer before college, Sirius goes backpacking through Scotland in order to escape his family’s expectations. In a small village in the Highlands, an unexpected flirtation turns his whole world upside down. Alternately, the story of how Scotland loves Remus and wants him to be happy.” I love the characters, the story, the setting, the writing, just everything.

Now I’m going to cry over all the amazing fics I couldn’t fit on this list. 

I’m a very superstitious sports fan and since I wrote a blurb Wednesday and the Giants won, I feel like I need to write something tonight so they win again. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to put anything together so I’m just gonna give you random thoughts.

I think Niall’s sexiest physical features are his back and his ass. I spend waaaaay too much time thinking about him shirtless with his sweats hanging low off his hips. Like imagine he’s at home, maybe he’s brushing his teeth, leaning over the counter. You could walk up behind him and stroke down his back. It’s so perfectly shaped, broad shoulders tapering down into a narrow waist, corded muscles. He’s got the most adorable crease at his waist. You would spend hours memorizing every bump of his spine and bulge of his muscles. Standing behind him you could trace your nails softly along the waistband of his pants before grabbing a handful of his ass. And you know he’d make eye contact with you in the mirror and smirk. “See something you like back there, petal?” And you would just giggle back “maybe.” He’d reciprocate the ass grab because he is a butt man and can’t keep his hands off yours. Maybe you’d jump out of the way and run off to the bedroom making him catch you. He’d grab you around the waist in the bedroom and throw you on the bed.

When he’s got you underneath you, his arms on either side of your head and he’s surrounding you with the smell and the feel of him you would scratch his back, making him hiss. As he thrust into you, you would dig your nails into his hips and ass, leaving crescent shaped marks behind. Imagine there was a mirror above you and you could watch his ass clench as he went harder and faster into you as he got close to his release. His back muscles would be taut as he held himself above you.

Anyway that’s what I’m thinking about tonight haha. Enjoy!

Health rant ahead:
As an update, my health is still really bad and undiagnosed - I was referred back to the hospital last week but they still haven’t contacted me, so my GP is now trying to narrow down which specialists I should try but it could take months to get in to see any of them and considering how complicated my condition is I’ll likely need to see multiple.
I’ve lost my job and won’t start getting my pittance from the government till mid April so I’m nervous about paying for all the appointments as well as regular mediation and food (not that I’m eating much because my nervous system is now reacting badly to food and I’m now anorexic because fuck me, apparently) but I’ll survive. I’m scared but I’ll survive.
I’ve got about three months to get better before I either need to jump through hoops to get disability support, if it comes to that, or find another job.
Wish me luck, I guess! If you don’t see me on tumblr very much these days, this is why 💖

lilchubchim  asked:

what's your favorite bts video and also favorite look of each member sorry if it's too much 😆💕

i legit dont know how to answer this but I LOVE U ok i rlly like the n.o. trot ver video and every single video w jungkook in it. ..  IM SO SORRY

and as for looks!! i still dont know but i do know that if i could i would steal hobis star jacket that he wears in the fire mv and jimins supreme hoodie he wears in the real war ver dance practice of woh!!


ilu!! and i rlly am sorry that it took me so long to get back to u and that my answers kind of suck i just!! rlly love too much abt them to try super hard to narrow it down kdhkshdsd

Lady Midnight snippet

“I’m here,” he said, and went over to pick up Tavvy. Tavvy put his head down on Jules’ shoulder, looking sleepy, and getting paint all over Jules’ t-shirt. But Jules didn’t seem to care. He put his chin down in his younger brother’s curls and smiled at Emma.

“Forget it,” he said. “I’m going to take this one off to bed. You should probably get some sleep, too.”

But Emma’s veins were buzzing with a sharp elixir of anger and protectiveness. She could almost taste it in her mouth. No one hurt Julian. No one. Not even his much-missed, much-loved brother.

“I will,” she said. “I’ve got something to do, first.”

Julian’s blue-green eyes narrowed. “Emma, don’t try to —”

But she was already gone.

Also in the io9 interview, Joaquim and Lauren admitted to apathy towards Vehicle Voltron/Dairugger which is just… I can understand it to an extent. Where people just remember Golion more and Dairugger was doomed to obscurity (partly due to different tone/characters, partly being doomed since the start with being scheduled on Saturdays when it was first airing), but it seems like they’re really narrowing their resources down by excluding it.

Someone asked me about the return of previous Vehicle Voltron villains because of someone being named “Throk” (Caponero ? in Dairugger) and with this interview, I strongly believe that it’s just… there as an easter egg to Dairugger.

It’s just a shame, honestly. There was so much in Dairugger that was so good and could work REALLY WELL in a modern mecha just with the right tweaks. But at the same time… if they’re willing to overlook the best part of Golion, which was Fala’s development, then yeah I shouldn’t be surprised that they’re skipping Dairugger entirely.

rapha-senna  asked:

For the ice cream ask ! I'm gonna ask you ... Strawberry, rocky road and birthday cake ! :)

Thank you so very much! This should be so much fun!

Strawberry: What is a Language You Wish You Could Speak?

This is a tough one because there are so many. Currently I am studying Mandarin but would like to be better at it. In terms of languages I wish I could speak, I would say the top ones are Korean, Old Norse, Welsh, Irish, and Farsi. 

Rocky Road: Favourite Songs at the Moment?

Too damn many. But to narrow it down, I would say my top favourite is Adele McAllister’s cover of the Song of Earendil by Tolkien. It is absolutely gorgeous and one of the most beautiful songs I have heard.


In addition, The Foggy Dew as covered by Sinead O’Connor and the Chieftains, a great song of resistance about the Easter Rising. 


Finally, “The Hero of the Desert” from the gloriously campy “historical” drama Dragon Blade (if you ever wanted to see John Cusack, Adrien Brody, and Jackie Chan is a semi-serious epic, this your movie. I love it, but acknowledge it is not a very good movie. At all. It is smarter and better than I thought it would be though), a great and fun song about hope, unity, and peace as sung by Jackie Chan himself (seriously I adore his singing so very much).


Honourable mention goes to the entire soundtrack of Heathers the Musical and the Moana soundtrack. 

Birthday Cake: Favourite Books?

Oh boy, this is going to be a long one. I am going to split this between favourite fiction and favourite non-fiction.

Fiction: The Silmarillion, The Last Unicorn, 100 Nights of Hero by Isabel Greenberg, Under Heaven by Guy Gavriel Kay, The Grace of Kings by Ken Liu, East of Eden, Neverwhere, American Gods, Small Gods (and Discworld in general), Lamb: The Gospel According to Christ’s Childhood Pal Biff, The Second Foundation by Isaac Asimov, Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin, Breakfast of Champions, War and Peace, Les Miserables, A Memory of Light (the only Wheel of Time book I completely enjoy, for the most part), The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, The Princess Bride, Frankenstein, Interview with the Vampire, and many many more.

Non-Fiction: Women on the Margins: Three Seventeenth Century Lives by Natalie Zemon Davies, Europe: East and West by Norman Davies, Creating East and West: Renaissance Humanists and the Ottoman Turks by Nancy Bisaha, Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow, Between History and Myth: Stories of Harald Fairhair and the Founding of the State by Bruce Lincoln, The Colonizer’s Model of the World by James Morris Blaut, Discovering Cyrus: The Persian Conqueror Astride the Ancient World by Reza Zarghamee, Conquest: The English Kingdom of France 1417-1450 by Juliet Barker, Tolkien’s Ring by David Day, Disrupting Destiny: A History of the World Through Islamic Eyes by Tamim Ansary, Dynasty: The Rise and Fall of the House of Caesar by Tom Holland, Korea Old and New: A History by Carter Eckhart, The Amazons by Adrienne Mayor, In Other Worlds by Margaret Atwood,  Europe’s Tragedy by Peter H. Wilson, and Genghis Khan and the Quest for God: How The World’s Greatest Conqueror Gave Us Religious Freedom by Jack Weatherford. And many many more. 


There are a great many number of things I wish to tell you, but I will narrow them down to seven main points:

i) My life began in hell:
not figuratively as much literally (though one could argue that under the control of those who wish harm upon you heaven is just as bad as the inferno below) - it was a grey smear of battles for righteousness before you. I knew not of color before the ribbons of your soul painted the universe with greens and reds and golds. Words are so limiting. I wish I could fully explain through words how those colors have made the past seven years feel like an eternity, and how everything before just doesn’t make sense anymore. 

ii) Angel lives are fleeting:
we are celestial, but what are stars to humanity when not observed? It makes no difference whether anything beyond your solar system exists, as long as you have the essentials - your sun, your moon - you will thrive. This is how you will remember me: an explosion of light, Orion’s belt on a cloud-less evening. This is how you should mourn me: remember me as the galaxies that surround you. This is where I go when I die: I will fly among the stars.

iii) Take care of Sam,
for if I am the billions of planets and suns beyond your reach, he is your sun. He will provide for you what I cannot. You have been conditioned to need him in this lifetime, just as life on earth has evolved to require the sun. 

iv) It runs through your veins:
you are the dirt that buried you under a wooden cross, and you are the roots and leaves of the trees that hold you together. Your blood is the molten that burns beneath your skin, where the shadows of stars have left imprints of constellations. Those sepals are my green, that lava my red, and your heart is my gold. 

v) I love you.
Perhaps I should’ve opened with this, but the number of things I should’ve done surpasses the number of atoms in your body. These are the things I’m sorry for - all the words I could’ve, should’ve said whilst I could. I love you more than my mind can fathom. So much so I feel as though not even the universe is enough to hold my love. I love you, and I’m sorry you’ll never be able to hear those 3 words coming out of my mouth. I’m sorry I’ll never have the pleasure of knowing simple desires; how it would’ve felt to wake up next to you, to fall in love easily, without having to bury those feelings under layers of rock and stone in fear of being hurt, to be born human so we may grow old together - as lovers do. These are the things I’m sorry for: the things we may never have, but never what we got. 

vi) Never apologize for that.
Be happy because we did the best we could in our hell-ridden world. If you ever miss me, look to the sky. Wait for a cloud-less night and look to the sky and remember what we had: an almost, a half-made wish upon a shooting star, a love story half-written. You taught me so much; opened my mind to the insignificant importance of the human race, and the tiny grains of sand that would become my everything. 

vii) Know that your bones will one day be returned to the earth that gave you life, and when the time comes for the earth to shatter into gas and dust, when your soul is scattered into the incandescent galaxies around you, we may meet again. 

There are a great many number more things I still wish to share with you:
- How to grow an orchid of flowers from nothing but a petal;
- how the life or death of a fish can set the path of history;
- the 100,000 ways humans say I love you, and the billion more I’ve come up with myself, just for you. One day, in another lifetime, perchance, or another universe, I will be able to tell them to you. 

This is how I say goodbye. 

Until then, farewell.

I definitely wanted to do that with Alana and Margot because I feel that sexuality can be fluid, and there are so many stopping points on the spectrum that it seemed perfectly natural for Alana to be bisexual, and not make a thing of it, it’s just who she is. She didn’t have to explain it or rationalise it, and I think there was some criticism like ‘Oh, now she’s a lesbian just because you want her to be a lesbian’. No, she’s bisexual, she’s always been bisexual, and stop being so narrow in your perception of sexuality. There’s this prejudice against bisexuality that I think just stems from narcissism, because people can’t accept that someone could think or behave differently than they do, and that’s pathological when it comes right down to it.
—  Bryan Fuller, in response to “This season depicted sexuality as very much on a spectrum, with Alana falling for Margot and Hannibal for Will. Was that a deliberate theme?”

anonymous asked:

hey so i'm new to following you and i wanna read your master list but there's so many to chose from (tbh it's a bit overwhelming haha). do you have any favorites that you've written for each boy? (sorry if this is stupid or rude)

Oh gosh babe, I’m sorry that it’s overwhelming! I know I’ve written quite a bit of stuff which is why I structured my master list by boy/type/popularity. If you have any suggestions on how to make it less daunting, I’m all ears!



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