but i really do appreciate this

@taylorswift hi taylor. i just have something very important that needs to be said. i was sent a message from your team through twitter and i was honest about meeting you over 4 years ago at club red and over 6 years ago at the wonderstruck M&G. because of my honesty, i was never contacted back regarding the LA secret session. it breaks my heart to know that i could have been there with you and my friends that were also invited but instead i have been home crying about it. i know that this “rule” about meeting you only once kind of exists but only for some people and i guess i fall into the category. please please please have your team either enforce this so called rule on everyone or no one at all. i love you endlessly no matter what but i am absolutely heartbroken about this situation. to know that i am not allowed to give you a hug just because i have met you years ago hurts my heart. i really appreciate you doing these amazing events for us but please hear me out and try to talk this out with your team.

These guys came in 10 minutes before we closed tonight and were like, “We’re so sorry, we can leave.” And I can’t turn people away or my boss will fire me so I’m like no, it’s fine, come on. And they’re super nice dudes. They come in every so often so if I had to stay open for anyone, I’m okay with it being them. And then they tipped us $25 and I was like. Wow. Thank you. You fantastic humans. So. That’s how my night was.

Fic Recs

Alrighty friends I’ve been meaning to do this for a while now and I am procrastinating my homework so when’s a better time to do this honestly lol

Here’s a list of my fanfic recommendations because I love reading what y’all put out and it amazes me how creative you guys are and that you have the guts to post it. (And I think that fanfic writers should be appreciated more) I really admire y’all, keep doin you :-) 

Keep reading

me: a bts blog,,, who is also a carat

also me: reblogs something seventeen related

aLSO me: feels obligated to immediately reblog about 5 things bts related out of fear of people unfollowing/ not liking my content

me, in my head: this blog is for the content i love and appreciate and want to see that i want to share with others who also happen to love and appreciate the same things. this blog and the people i blog about makes me happy. why should i modify my happy things to please others i just want to love them

Apple Picking with the Class Gang

(aka I’m too lazy to write a full on one shot so here we are)

-Charlie not understanding the concept of apple picking and wondering if they’re supposed to pick the fruit out of bins

-Everyone except Ms. Quill laughing at him

-Tanya being too short to reach the apples highest up, and Matteusz having to get them for her

-Ram stealing a bite out of April’s apple

-Taking stupid Polariods of everyone smiling and eating apples and (oops) Charlie and Matteusz and April and Ram kissing

-Charlie getting lost in the corn maze

-Haystack rides!!

-Ms. Quill and Tanya eating all the apple cider donuts together


anonymous asked:

I'm sorry if you could give me your most genuine answer to this I'd be really appreciative! Why is it super adorable when G doesn't give a fuck and posts whatever Shen wants on set and of david but if M posts a cute photo or video of brick or a sunset in Vancouver she's "over sharing" and playing with the fandom? Is it cause we're under the impression she's an employee and it's unprofessional? Or do we just have an unfair double standard. Truly curious to hear what your think!

I think the answer is in your question. It is adorable when Gillian shares pictures of the set or bts with the fandom because she is the fandom. We’re fan of her, of the show she plays in, of her relationship with David. She is in control of what she shares with us, she’s advised, she knows what she does, it is her job. Monique is just sharing bits of David’s private life and places to whomever she decides to accept then block, then accept again. 

Following Gillian on social media is just following Gillian. But following Monique is stalking. That’s the difference.

battleteacake  asked:

My sister and I were watching your Cuphead stream and my sister LOVES your voice acting! She said "They're good enough to give the Game Grumps a run for their money!"

haha, thank you so much! I’d love to do more voice acting, it’s so much fun. I really appreciate it ^^

Brotherly Love

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: Requested by @imaginationgotmegood Can I maybe request an imagine where the reader is Spencer Reid’s lil sis and he doesn’t show a lot of brotherly love and affection because he’s Spencer(duh! Still love him tho!) and she get’s herself in a lot of danger to save him? The whole Team’s worried and after she’s safe again, maybe in the hospital, Reid show’s her that he does love her and that she’s the most important thing in his life besides their mom?

Word Count: 1,635

A/N: I didn’t really understand what you meant but I hope this was okay. This was really fun to write and I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is always appreciated. 

Warning(s): Angst, Fluff

Originally posted by toyboxboy

You walk into the BAU, heels clicking into the floor while doing so. Emily smiled upon seeing you, and jumped up almost immediately, welcoming you with open arms.


She always enjoyed having you around the office. In fact, the whole team practically loved you. Minus the teasing you get from Penelope and Emily about how you and Spencer look alike. You pulled away and gave a small wave to Derek but furrowed your eyebrows when you looked over to Spencer’s desk, seeing it empty.

“Where’s Spencer?”

“Uh, I think he’s in the conference room.”

You mumbled a thanks before heading to the conference room. Spencer was looking over several case files when gave a slight knock on the door frame.

“Oh Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“What, I can’t come visit my older brother at work now?” You smiled as you walked over to him and leaned against the table beside you. “Plus, it’s almost time for lunch.”

Spencer widen his eyes and brought his hands to his face then ran his fingers through his hair.

“I totally forgot we were going out for lunch today. Hotch wants me to look over the case we just got yesterday. Y/N I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You frowned slightly, licked your lips and adjusted your clothing while you got up from the table.

“No, it’s fine, I get it. Just forget about it.” You backed out of the room and stormed to the double doors. The team in the bullpen curiously looked up and they saw Spencer rush after you. But he wasn’t fast enough, the elevator doors were closed shut by the time he got to you.

You roamed around the city for what only felt like a few minutes but actually was a few hours. You didn’t have work today, so you had plenty of time to kill. Ever since your mom had been diagnosed with schizophrenia, Spencer became somewhat distant with you. Sure, he’d give you a call once and awhile and visit every now and again, but he doesn’t talk you that much anymore. You and Spencer were very close when you both were little. You both were socially awkward and didn’t make friends as well as others. But Spencer always had your back, no matter the situation. After you moved to Virginia, you managed to eat lunch with him twice, but after that all he had were excuses. You found yourself in a bar, on your second beer when your phone rings in your pocket for the fourth time since you’ve been gone. The caller ID was listed as “Spencer” but you just scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“Ex-boyfriend?” You looked to your side as a slightly handsome man sat beside you on a bar stool. You chuckled slightly.

“Overprotective brother.” The guy hummed in agreement.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Wow, you move fast. I haven’t even learned your name yet.”

The man held out his hand, “Cole Trenton.”

You shook his hand. “Y/N Reid, and yes, you may buy me a drink.” He smirked at you, then signaling the bartender for a round of shots. Your phone buzzed again and you grunted in frustration as you saw that Spencer was calling you yet again. The bartender placed the drinks in front of Cole and you quickly texted Spencer that you were busy and couldn’t talk right now. You placed your phone back into your pocket after putting it on silence. You apologized to Cole as he handed you your shot. You both threw your heads back and you grimaced and shook your head. After a few seconds you start to feel dizzy. You try to get off the stool and walk but instantly your legs felt numb. Cole caught you before you could fall. He wrapped one of your arms around his neck and walked you to his car in the parking lot. You tried to resist when you realized that he was putting duct tape on your mouth. He whispered in your ear, “We’re gonna have so much fun tonight.” before going unconscious.

Spencer and the team were all exhausted from the case that they finally cracked. The unsub was caucasian, late twenties to early thirties, met his victims at bars, slipped them some kind of drugs and tortured them for two days before killing them. Spencer could barely even focus at work because he was worried about you. You haven’t spoken to him in hours nor have you been answering your phone besides sending him a text message saying that you were busy. He just wanted to make sure that you were okay. The team was gathering up there last meeting before presenting the profile. Spencer’s phone rang, catching everyone’s attention.


“S-spencer?” Reid quickly sat up from his chair.

“Y/N? Where are you? Are you okay?” He mouthed “Trace the call” to Garcia and she got the memo.

“I don’t have much time to explain. He’ll be back any minute. I have no idea where I am and I’m scared.” Your voice was trembling and quiet, tears stained your cheeks.

“Wait, wait slow down. Just tell me what happened.”

“I don’t know. I went to a bar, met some guy, he bought me a drink, then I got really dizzy. After that things get fuzzy.”

Spencer eyes went wide as he hurriedly grabbed a file, eyes scanning the paper as he searched for a name. “Cole Trenton?”

“Y-yes, how did you-“ A door creaked open through the phone and the line goes silent for a few seconds.

“Hey, what are you doing?!”

“No please!”

The line goes dead. Spencer stood in shock. The team looked worriedly at him, then each other.

“Y/N was taken by our unsub.” Now it was their turn to be in shock. “Garcia, please tell me you have an address.”

“Um, I do, 1157 Butler Drive.”

Spencer rushed to the elevator, with the team right on his tail.

After putting on his vest, Spencer strolled up to the unsub’s door. Hotch and Morgan went to go after him, but Prentiss held them back.

“It’s his sister in there. If he wants to do this alone, he going to do it alone.” They both nodded in frustration and both headed to their separate ways. Spencer opened the door and checked his surroundings. He cleared the whole house except one last door. He swiftly swung the door open, running down the stairs, then seeing you in a chair, head down but you had bruises and cuts everywhere in just a short amount of time. His jaw clenched, holding his gun tighter than he should be. He checked to see if the unsub was here before putting his gun back in his holster and made his way over to you. He gently lifted your head and you gasped but then realized that it was Spencer. He was untying your last hand when you noticed him behind Spencer. Shivers went up your spine when you saw Cole cocked his gun and pointed it at Spencer.

“Get up.” He obliged, put his hands on top of his head and face towards him. 

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Shut up!” You flinched as Spencer took one step closer to him.

“Cole, when you were 9 years old, your mother was tortured. The torturer made you watch, they thought you hated it, but you actually loved it. You hated your mother. She called you names, she abused you, and now you’re doing the same thing to these women because they look like your mother no matter the age. I promise you, if you drop the gun, I will get you the help you need. You don’t have to keep doing this.”

Cole looked at him at with tears in his eyes and considered his options. “You promise?” Spencer nodded and Cole dropped the gun. Spencer kicked his gun away and put the handcuffs around his wrists. You untied your last hand and you all walked out of the house. Once Morgan had Cole, Spencer yelled out for the medics. They led you to the ambulance and inspected your deep cut incisions and bruises. Spencer rode with them and held your hand the entire time.

Spencer held his hands together, while his elbows rested on his knees. It’s been hours since you’ve been out of surgery and you sill haven’t woken up. The team came in about an hour ago to make sure you and Spencer would be alright. You slowly opened your eyes and realized you were in the hospital. You saw Spencer sitting next to you with his head in his hands. 

You smiled weakly. “Hey, nerd.”

Spencer jerked his head up from his hands and gave you a gentle embrace and sobbed into your shoulder. You rubbed his back soothingly before he pulled away and wiped away his tears.

“I honestly think you wouldn’t be here.”

He tilted his head in confusion. “Why would you think that?”

“Well, if feels like you barely love me anymore. You barely visit or call and ever since mom was diagnosed you’ve barely said a word to up until today.”

Spencer grabbed your hand and squeezed lightly. “Y/N I love you so much. You’re my baby sister and I’m sorry I’ve been so distant. I guess I needed some time and I’m sorry for not doing more things with you, like not going with you to lunch today. Y/N, you and mom are the two most important people in my life and I would never stop loving you. I promise when you get better, we’ll spend as many days as you want together and maybe even go visit mom.”

You smiled as your happy tears rolled down your cheeks. 

“I’d like that.”

wherethewildthingswerent  asked:

Moment of honesty, it's amazing meta writers like you who've really opened my eyes and made watching TV (and Supernatural specifically lmao) a completely different experience for me. You're like little Spocks; very attentive to detail, great at splicing important info from otherwise-misleading statements (cough PR cough) and just generally being very logical people. Makes me feel more appreciative and positive about this show than I ever had before! Thank you so much for doing what you do! 💙

Ahh thank you!!! 

I love the show so much and I love being able to delve into all the things that make me love it and I love how we can all enjoy it together! Massive shoutout to all my meta writing friends too :)



Space That Never Was got featured on The Verge today, you can read the article here - https://www.theverge.com/2017/10/22/16500796/space-that-never-was-maciej-rebisz-space-art

Thank you Andrew for the feature and thanks everyone for your constant support! I really appreciate this and it’s always great to hear that you like what I do :) And some nice things (I hope) are coming up soon, so stay tuned!

mochiiswan  asked:

AGHHHH I LOVE BUT HATE YOUR CHEATING FIC WITH V & ZEN. LIKE ZEN DID IT FOR MC BUT HE JUST... uagHgHJaj. anyway,, what do you think would've happened if mc really did run out and hug zen when he came and explained himself? i just want my hubby zenny to be happy :'((((

Awwww honey thank you so so much! I really appreciate you taking the time to tell me you read and enjoyed my story- thank you TT__TT

She would have held him and they would have talked it out and they would have tried to make it work… but each time he went to work… she would be thinking if he was doing something else that he thought would better their situation, even if he promised not to do so, to never break her confidence again… she would still doubt. 

The problem with this MC is that like Jumin’s MC, she’s broken as well. She’s lost a part of herself, something integral, that made her who she was. She was too hurt and battered by Zen’s actions and her own insecurities to fully heal whilst with him- so even though they would get back together- they would not stay together. 

If it makes you any happier he does get his own happy ending in an alternate time line/story :) 

Originally posted by solchan102

anonymous asked:

i really need to know who is the guy in your credits i mean the one with a sword i would really appreciate it. Love the work that you guys are doing thanks for having the dedicationto do it.

Are you talking about this guy ? 

He’s the Undertaker from Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)!!!  

If you didn’t read the manga, I don’t think you actually see his eyes (without his hair covering them) in the anime until The Book of the Atlantic.  But totally could be wrong...I haven’t rewatched old Black Butler in a long time (whereas The Book of the Atlantic movie came out fairly recently). But yeah, the super talented Shinya colored him from the black and white manga page for me awhile back. 

anonymous asked:

hmm having trouble digesting this writing i know what to do.... hey najia can you explain what you just explained like exactly the same but somehow different? can u just explain it in seven almost identical ways? throw some proverbial darts, if you will, until you hit the bullseye (my easy digestion). i really don't want to read through your post twice or even three times to try and understand, but i'm fine with asking you to write it again... i look up 2 you & appreciate your intellectual labor


anonymous asked:

we deserve a new chapter of unbelievable dont ya think?

i mean, yeah, so many of the people who read the series are so sweet and patient and they definitely deserve more content to read but as i’ve said multiple times i’m going through some stuff mentally and therefore am taking a break from writing, so i can’t really give the next part because i’m just not in the headspace for it - especially since (as of right now) it’s more a lighthearted, teasing story.

i really am sorry and i feel awful and guilty about how long it’s been since i’ve posted a new part of unbelievable and that my content overall has been lacking lately because of my current situation, but i would really appreciate it if you guys didn’t send things like this and try to pressure me into writing or something because i really just can’t do it right now.

anonymous asked:

i am a strict lukamei shipper and im very frustrated with your amazing art skills bc first of all you make kaimei look so cute which made me reconsider and now youve made only one gakuluka post but im reconsidering them too!! how dare u be so good at ship art!!! (but really keep doing what youre doing i love your blogs <3)

Sorry, thank you.

It’s very much appreciated that those who stated not shipping them, to like my things. Again, thank you very much. It means a lot.

“Your first name of Eunwoo has given you a quick-minded, sensitive nature. It gives you a creative ability in art, music, singing, or fancywork and an appreciation for refined surroundings.”

“Your first name of Dongmin has given you a practical, logical, analytical approach to life and a great deal of patience. You enjoy working at anything of a mechanical or technical nature, and believe that what is worth doing is worth doing well. When you are interested in a project, you concentrate all your thoughts on it and do not appreciate being interrupted." 

I’d just like to say the support and feedback has been tremendous for the past few weeks, and I really appreciate that. Those of you who had been here since September 2016 know what kind of hell I’ve been through and saw the drama that went on and how it almost killed me. It was too difficult for me for kick myself into doing the things I loved again. I lost a lot of good people in my life. People I trusted and who trusted me because of it. I was isolated from everyone and everything and was deeply and irredeemably hurt from the looks of things. I was left alone and broken and with everything good I had, gone. I believed every bad thing that I could remember that would sometimes still echo in my head now. I often have dreams still about how horrible and useless and ugly I believed I was. My demons never seemed to go away. I eventually got used to having them around and trying to fuck me up from the inside. I have flashbacks, still, and nightmares. The past year and few months, I was left with no other choice but to stare these things square in the eyes and answer every other question that was left cluttering up my life by myself, especially why I was such a fucking pushover since kindergarten and always seemed to sell myself out for nothing. So I try to be hardened. That’s really where it stops at this point. Everything else I do is still a process. There were things I immediately think about right after waking up and before going to bed that would usually terrify me in the past year. They have likely wounded and scarred me for life already. I still think about them now, although I’m already numb to them for the most part. I can at least go on my days without having to weep for something that never even existed in the first place. So slowly, I guess, I’m trying to get myself back into normalcy in terms of my interests and getting back my relationships with family and friends. Nevermind the money I lost because I’d rather be alone and a deadbeat than to believe everyday that I was somebody I wasn’t. I’m just saying it’s good enough to return to a kind of normal pace and with earnest and honest support around me. It does my heart a lot of good and it’s been helping me heal through all this. Thank you.