but i saw this in my drafts

pidge: *starts speaking*

lance: sorry pidge but i can’t hear what you’re saying??? you’re too short that your voice doesn’t even reach my ears

pidge: *hunk trying to hold pidge back from attacking lance* I’M GONNA FUCKING MURDER YOU SOMEDAY

Shame on me for having this in the drafts for like 5 months and never posting it

please understand that people with avpd have a lot of trouble being honest about their feelings, and will sometimes even go to great lengths to pretend theyre okay

this can get very overwhelming, and a lot of the times we really do want to say that something is bothering us, but we feel like we would be a burden if we ever did mention it

i know its a lot of work, but it would seriously mean so much to us if you could cooperate with us on this and help us open up on what’s upsetting us

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“Do something about it.” His lips worked, over and over again, forming and swallowing whole sentences before he stilled. “Guess it was too late,” he said at last. Jedha City was gone. Saw was gone. His people were gone. The little girl was gone. “It wasn’t too late,” [Jyn] said. At least the pilot had tried.
Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, novelization written by Alexander Freed

fluffstravaganza donation request @beautifulvulnerability​ - $10 (sketch) of dipper and mabel

this is more like lineart than a sketch but WHATEVER. im sorry its so late but i never forgot about it

(yeah that’s animal crossing. mabel yelled and shoved the ds in dipper’s face when she saw the upbeat able sister’s clerk’s name was also mabel. also she designs a new sweater for her character to wear every week)

BONUS mabels that didn’t make it into the final draft

anonymous asked:

hiiii~ i saw that you lost some of your HCs in your drafts so i'm just gonna resubmit mine just in case - RFA/V/Saeran going with MC to get her first tattoo or when she tells them she just got one done :D what the tattoo is of is totally up to you!~

A/N; When I went to get my tattoo it didn’t hurt at first but when it was starting to hurt way more I started like sorta making faces from the pain, Right then this guy walked past the tattoo shop, He looked in and we made eye contact while i was making faces in so much pain. He laughed 

second A/N: I felt really bad for not posting anything today since I was working on my presentation all day, SO it’s super late right now and I’m forcing myself to stay awake to post at least one lmao, and I gotta wake up super early to make food for everyone then finish writing my presentation omg

Yoosung 

  • he’s so nervous on MC’s behalf 
  • He’s probably more nervous than MC 
  • He squeezes MC’s hand so hard
  • It should be MC who squeezes his hand but whatever 
  • as soon as the needle touches MC he screams 
  • wtf Yoosung 
  • He was so scared of that it would hurt MC that he swears he felt the pain 
  • He loves the finished work 
  • He sort of wants to get a tattoo after this but is too scared of the pain 
  • Helps MC with the aftercare a lot 

Zen 

  • He wants to get a matching tattoo with MC but it could affect his job 
  • But he will so go with MC to get their tattoo 
  • he jokingly suggests that MC get a tattoo of his name or his face
  • no
  • He makes sure MC eats and drinks before getting the tattoo 
  • holds their hand the entire time 
  • ok but when its finished he’s so happy with the result
  • it looks so good 
  • and somehow MC just became even more attractive wtf 
  • He’s always looking at it but hes too scared to touch it even when its fully healed, just in case he accidentally hurts MC 

Jaehee

  • She isn’t too sure about this at first 
  • She’s just worried it might affect future jobs or that MC will regret it 
  • MC assures her that they do want this and are sure about it 
  • She suggests that MC doesn’t get it at a too visible place tho 
  • But she is supportive of it 
  • Like Zen she makes sure MC eats before and also has a snack with her in case MC needs it while getting the tattoo 
  • shes always asking MC if they’re fine during it 
  • when the tattoo is done she really likes it 
  • it turned out better than she expected 
  • :0!
  • She helps so much with the aftercare of it. 
  • she’s a saint tbh 

Jumin

  • He’s against it 
  • He think’s tattoo’s are tasteless and unprofessional 
  • MC insists they will get a tattoo and they want Jumin to come with them 
  • He doesn’t want to see someone stab MC with a needle that will pretty much just leave a colorful scar wtf 
  • “Ok fine, If you won’t go with me I’m just gonna assume you don’t care where I will go get it~ I have a friend who does tattoos at home I guess I can get them to do it, They’ve been practicing for a month so They’re really good” 
  • ok no
  • Jumin knows that’s unhygienic and risky 
  • He knows MC wasn’t being serious but he can’t risk that just in case
  • He ends up going with MC to an actual tattoo shop with real tattoo artists 
  • MC ends up getting an amazing tattoo
  • and Jumin does actually like it 


707/Luciel 

  • boy’s gonna be jumping in the chair with MC
  • He’s really supportive of the idea 
  • When MC is getting the tattoo he shouts words of encouragement 
  • “You can do it MC! I believe in you!” 
  • “Seven I’m just getting a tattoo” 
  • right after MC’s tattoo is done he will probably get a matching one 
  • He keeps forgetting that the aftercare tbh 
  • accidentally touched the tattoo once when it was still healing 
  • he freaked out 
  • it just hurt for a little bit, it was fine he barely even touched it 

V

  • He’s blind, he wont be able to see the tattoo
  • Still he goes with MC to get it 
  • he holds MC’s hand while they’re getting it 
  • when it’s done MC describes the tattoo for him in as much detail so he can sort of get an idea of what it looks like 
  • he can tell MC is really happy with the result 
  • so that makes him happy 

Saeran 

  • “Hey, I have an appointment to get a tattoo” 
  • “Okay, Cool” 
  • “..Can you come with me?” 
  • “Why?” 
  • “I need support!” 
  • He does come with MC to get the tattoo 
  • He’s not really excited for it 
  • When MC is getting it done they squeeze Saeran’s hand 
  • at one point it hurts so much they end up digging their nails in his hand 
  • ok but why does he find that hot 
  • MC is so happy with the result when they’re leaving 
  • He does like it too. 
  • He knows a lot about tattoo aftercare so he’s really helpful with that 
  • Andrew: *kills his fuckig mom for hitting Aaron*
  • Andrew: *pulls a knife on anyone that loOKs at Aaron in the wrong way*
  • Andrew: *makes sure Aaron is ok after he's been thru the most traumatic experince ever*
  • Aaron: Andrew hates me!!! He just wants to see me suFFER™™™
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You’re a loner. You keep your distance. You travel freely through foreign lands. You’re rootless. You’re very comfortable here with your glass of Scotch, but you’re just as comfortable sleeping in a cave with rebels or sharing dinner in some hole-in-the-wall noodle shop. Your closest friends are strangers. You understand that tight bonds can make you vulnerable, so you’re careful not to have any. And that’s why you’re so conflicted about me. You need me. And you hate that about yourself, because it makes you vulnerable.

anonymous asked:

Bellarke Fic were Bellamy finds out when Clarke’s birthday is and makes her her a ring or bracelet or picks her a flower or something?? :) - cause she should still celebrate her birthday even if it’s the apocalypse :) THANKYOU

Belated

Wow, k, so I saved this ask in my drafts and now it won’t post which is super cute. Sorry, anon. Anyway, I wrote this fairly quickly? It was just fun to write lmao. ALSO ty @bcnightsquad​ for inspiring me with the drinking game vignette you sent <3

Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Bellarke
Rating: G
Words: 1,381

(ao3)

Bellamy shouldn’t have expected to beat Clarke at pong. He saw her obliterate everyone at every alcohol fueled game during their time at the Dropship, but for some reason he still agreed to play against her tonight. He’s not bad, and she’s had to down a few of her own cups thanks to him, but Clarke has hardly missed a shot. Before he knows it, Bellamy is chugging his last cup in defeat.

“You know,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “seeing as I’m a member of the guard, the legal drinking age is twenty one, and you’re only seventeen, I could arrest you right now if I wanted to.”

With a roll of her eyes, Clarke aims the browned, bent ping pong ball they used to play at Bellamy’s head. “First of all, age restrictions stopped being enforced the day one hundred kids were sent to Earth without adult supervision,” Clarke reminds him. It’s not a written rule but Bellamy supposes it’s true. Age is obsolete when all that matters is survival. “Second,” Clarke continues, “I’m eighteen.”

“Still not of age,” counters Bellamy. He tosses the ping pong ball back to her.

“Must we revisit my first point?”

Clarke’s age has never been something Bellamy focused on. She’s wiser than the oldest Arkadian and more mature than most adults. If her youthful features didn’t play a factor in Bellamy’s perception of her, he would assume she’s the most ancient person on the planet. It’s easy to forget that in reality, the only reason Clarke is on Earth at all is because she was just a kid.

And now she’s not.

Age isn’t important on the ground, birthdays even less so, but people are important. Clarke is important. Especially to Bellamy.

How could he have possibly missed her birthday?

“Since when have you been eighteen?” Bellamy asks.

Clarke shrugs, walking over to the other end of the table to stand with him. “Since Mount Weather, I think. Could have been before that. The council forgot to supply us with calendars.”

“Typical.”

“Not that Priamfaya would spare me if I were still seventeen.”

“You’re literally turning a conversation about your birthday into a discussion about the end of the world.”

“My birthday was months ago, Bellamy.” Any humor Clarke wears slips from her face as she steps into his space. She stares him dead in the eyes when she says “the apocalypse is now.”

Trying for comfort, Bellamy slides his knuckles along the path between her elbow and shoulder. “You really know how to lighten the mood, Princess.”

Frowning, Clarke conks her head against his shoulder and rests it there. Into his sleeve she mumbles a halfhearted “shut up.”

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mourning songs

there’s so much here & i am still lonely.
crickets in the underbelly of the grass
chirping something that sounds like a 
mourning song, & isn’t this one of those
things that i’m not meant to see?

i’m sorry, what i’m trying to say is that
there is so much & so much & still
half of the so much is loneliness.
half of the so much is nothingness. 
birds singing like they’ve got their
throats slit. wet pavements glistening
with my blood, & i’m still lonely. 

i saw you the other day after two years
& it meant nothing to me anymore but i
felt like it should mean something because
you used to mean everything & so i’m
making it into something. what if this is
what i’m doing with the loneliness.

what if i’m festering. we’re all gore &
edges & glass & that’s fine, just burning
at the corners & filling houses with fumes
& that’s fine too, that’s fine, it’s all nothing
but it’s also all everything

there’s so much & i’m full of it