but i'm really glad i did :)

anonymous asked:

Hello! I just wanted to say first on how much I love your blog! You have the best writing I've seen in a long time! And second, I was wondering if I could get a scenario for Akira, Ryuji, Yusuke and Haru: Their S/O that's good at an instrument, invites them to an empty room and plays a song they wrote just for them as a thank you gift for helping them stick to their passion for music. (I hope that makes sense! I'm sorry if it doesn't!)

Hi!! I am SO GLAD you’re enjoying my blog and my writing still has a ways to go, but I appreciate your generosity all the same!! ;A; Thank you for this request, it made perfect sense and it’s so romantic!!


“Come on, Akira. There’s something I need you to hear.”

S/O had ensnared Akira’s hand with their own and they were currently dragging him through the desolate auditorium of Shujin High. He didn’t have the slightest notion as to what S/O was plotting; regardless, the bespectacled student played along, his curiosity expressed by his attentive onyx eyes and slightly furrowed brows.

S/O warily guided him up the stairs leading to the stage, where a lone, forgotten piano stood at the opposite end. Akira suppressed the temptation to drum his fingers on the concealed ivory keys; incidentally, however, that’s exactly where S/O strayed. The couple halted just in front of the instrument, and Akira flashed S/O a questioning look. They returned the gesture with a reassuring smile as they squeezed his hand prior to procuring a few sheets of paper from their carry-on.

Akira’s eyes widened upon recognizing the dots and dashes that unified a music score, and S/O hesitated a moment before speaking, their eyes grazing over the flimsy paper. “I’ve seen you play the piano here after school. Seeing you play each note with such passion… it’s truly inspired my own.” 

S/O paused again to place the sheet music on the rack, then they perched themself upon one half of the wooden stool before their eyes locked with Akira’s. A glint of determination nestled in their eyes as they stated, “This piece requires two people. So…” They extended their hand toward him. “Will you join me?”

Akira simply stood there for a moment, disguising his astonishment with a neutral expression. Verily, could a person be any more lovely? 

He promptly nodded and grasped their hand, his eyes soft as he responded, “It would be my honor.” Akira seated himself adjacent to S/O, gently releasing their hand and uplifting the fallboard with them to expose the dichromatic keys underneath. The duo exchanged a final, affirmative glance before diverting their attention on the composition, their eager hands levitating above the keys. On S/O’s count, the duet commenced with Akira supporting the harmony and S/O dominating the melody. 

The nocturne reverberated throughout the vicinity, the mellifluous series of trills and chords dancing in Akira’s ears; the dulcet tones embraced him and the ensuing sense of euphoria conjured goosebumps on his skin in addition to an electric chill zipping down his spine. This feeling was one of the few things he treasured, that gave him peace; the fact that his dear S/O was alongside him, playing with such fervor and flair, amplified the sentiment.

The song was gradually concluded with a hushed set of triplets, and S/O abruptly hugged Akira around his waist.

“That was incredible,” they whispered breathlessly. “I thought this feeling would never come back… thank you, Akira.”

His arms delicately snaked around them; he empathized perfectly with what S/O was feeling, as evidenced by his swelling heart. Akira resolved to display his own appreciation for another day. 

“You’re welcome,” he replied, followed by a soft kiss on S/O’s crown, “And… thank you for this, S/O. You really do play beautifully.”


Ryuji retained minimal to no knowledge pertaining to music, but the wondrous ballad emanating from S/O’s instrument was quite captivating, even to untrained ears such as his. 

Lately, S/O had been struggling with their motivation, or rather their lack thereof, and Ryuji had been their most devoted supporter, assisting them in any way he could through words of encouragement or spectating while they practiced. 

On this occasion, however, S/O had mentioned that this particular ballad they were currently playing in their isolated studio was an original piece dedicated to him as a symbol of their gratitude. He believed he didn’t do anything to warrant such a touching gesture, but S/O insisted so earnestly that he couldn’t refuse. Truthfully, Ryuji was grateful he didn’t.

Despite his infamous indifference to the arts, he could feel S/O’s heart dripping from every note that hung in the air, and it had steadily lulled him into a peaceful reverie. Once it had ended, all he could do was sit there with wide, awestruck eyes. 

S/O’s voice was dense with concern. “Ryuji…? Are you all right?”

Ryuji shook his head to jerk out of his trance and apologized, “S-sorry, I think I’m still in shock… where’d ya learn to play like that?”

S/O grasped the elbow of their limp arm in embarrassment as they explained, “I’m self taught.”

“For real?!” Ryuji exclaimed with raised eyebrows. “That’s incredible! You’re incredible. I feel like I could run a freakin’ marathon after hearin’ that.“

S/O laughed, and to Ryuji, it was just as musical as their ballad. “Save it for after I thank you properly.”

“Babe, ya don’t gotta thank me. This was all you,” he proclaimed, his muscular arms circling around S/O’s waist.

S/O shook their head prior to resting their own pair of arms around his shoulders. “Don’t dismiss yourself so easily. I nearly gave up a few times, but you always gave me a reason not to.” S/O’s amused eyes twinkled like the stars as they reminisced, “There was even that one time you borrowed my instrument and played it yourself, and you were sharper than needles.”

A smug grin danced on his lips. “But it worked out in the end, didn’t it?”

S/O tenderly pecked him on his lips. “Yeah, it did. Thank you again, Ryuji… for being my inspiration.”

Although S/O’s voice was soft, their words carried enormous weight and emotion, catching Ryuji off guard. A faint blush had permeated the apples of his cheeks, and a sudden temptation to embrace S/O forever overcame him. He decided to subdue the urge… for now. “Of course. It would be a shame to rob yourself of somethin’ that makes you so happy. I should be thankin’ you for creatin’ this song. To be honest, it’s kinda stuck in my head now.” 

Ryuji broke away from the embrace and proceeded to bashfully rub the back of his head. His demeanor was similar to a child that was about to ask for something expensive. “Uh, if it isn’t too much trouble… could ya record it? For me, I mean. I-I’d be willin’ to pay.”

S/O slowly blinked at the blonde before smiling brightly, prompting Ryuji’s heart to flutter. “I’ll see what I can do. Don’t worry about money, just think of it as a thank you gift. And…” S/O paused and timidly clasped their hands together. “I’d be willing to play for you any time you like.”

Ryuji’s consciousness was threatening to escape him; if S/O became any more perfect, it would certainly prove to be detrimental to his health. Even so, they were one of the most precious gifts to have ever befallen him, so he figured they were worth the risk.

“Yeah… I’d really like that.”


“Is it really okay that we’re here, Yusuke?”

“It is all right, my dear. This room isn’t occupied on weekends, and the acoustics are splendid.”

Once school had been dismissed and the students had finished tidying up, Yusuke invited S/O to the Kosei choir room upon their request for a quiet, vacant area. He ascertained that it was relevant to music, since S/O was carrying a case befitting of an instrument. 

The couple had reached their destination, and Yusuke cautiously turned the doorknob. “Hm, it’s unlocked, like usual. How careless of them; anyone could sneak in here.”

The irony of his words elicited a reluctant smile from S/O, but once Yusuke opened the door, they merely gaped in reverence; concert hall would be a more appropriate term for this vicinity, rather than choir room.

“Is something the matter?” He spoke with a hushed volume, but Yusuke’s pleasant voice wafted through the air and faded with a wispy finality. He was correct; the acoustics were most magnificent.

S/O shook their head as they joined him inside the ‘choir room’. “I’m all right, honey. It’s just… amazing.” They gasped softly as their hand shot up to their vaguely parted mouth; their echoingthey voice had surprised them, and they suddenly longed to enroll for admission to this school.

Yusuke emitted a low chuckle from how adorable they appeared with their child-like wonder. “I suppose it is rather impressive. If I may ask, what did you want to use this room for? I’m assuming it has something to do with the instrument fastened to you.”

“Oh, right.” S/O detached the instrument’s bag and fumbled around with the zipper before finally retrieving the object. They discarded the bag and pivoted toward Yusuke, their instrument nested in their hands. “I… wrote something for you, if you’d like to hear it.”

Yusuke hesitated from surprise, but he hastily recovered to give S/O a confirmation. “Yes, dear, by all means.” S/O smiled cheerily and bobbed their head once prior to directing their focus to their instrument as they initiated their arrangement.

S/O’s aria was enchanting beyond compare, and it enraptured Yusuke like a moth to a flame. Of course he knew they played an instrument, but their aptitude surpassed what he could have imagined. Not only was he struck speechless, but his mind was devoid of any thought, and for once, that included art. The melodious sounds echoed throughout the chamber and rung like bells in Yusuke’s eardrums. 

It had ceased much too soon, and his astonished gaze had promptly met S/O’s expectant one.

“My love,” the artist started, raising himself from the seat he had occupied, “music isn’t exactly my forte, but that was truly the most divine thing I have ever had the pleasure of hearing.” He elegantly sauntered to S/O as he continued, “But what precisely did I do to earn such a treat?”

S/O shyly shuffled their feet after they returned their instrument to its bag. “I wanted to repay you. Your passion for art was always something I strived to have, and you inspire me to keep going. So… thank you.”

Yusuke halted directly in front of S/O, subsequently clasping their hands with his. “I must admit, I’m… surprised to hear that you think of me this way. Surprised…” He ascended their hands to his face and daintily pressed his lips to each of them before continuing, “But elated, all the same. If you are comfortable with it, can you play that tune for me again sometime?”


Haru was entirely aware of S/O’s adeptness for their instrument; in fact, the two had performed in various duets in her private studio, and their chemistry was seemingly unparalleled. Even if they improvise, they’re still able to support and harmonize with the other, as if they were one. 

However, despite all of this, Haru remained stunned by the graceful etude S/O had composed specifically for her, as a method of expressing their gratification. She marveled at their impeccable technique, and each measure contained a fraction of S/O, all of it assembling to manifest a breathtaking piece. 

Once S/O finished, Haru eagerly applauded from her seat. “That was remarkable, S/O! I can’t even begin to properly express how much I loved it. All I can say for now is… thank you. This means so much to me.”

S/O smiled fondly from her praise as they returned their instrument to its stand. “You took the words right out of my mouth, Haru. Our duets give me the passion to continue pursuing music, and I hope my composition was enough to get my point across.”

“S/O…” Haru breathed, her cocoa eyes glimmering with admiration. She couldn’t prevent herself from standing up and embracing S/O, her gentle warmth radiating like sunshine. “It makes me feel so happy to hear you say that. Watching and listening to you play is such a beautiful experience, so I’m glad you can find joy in it as well.”

S/O could never grow accustomed to Haru’s natural kindness, yet they reciprocated her affectionate gesture regardless.

“I have a confession to make,” Haru confided suddenly. “This might seem selfish, but I may have recorded you with the intention of, um… keeping it for myself.” When S/O retracted slightly to glance at Haru’s face, it was as scarlet as a rose. “I-I feel bad for not telling you, but… is it okay?”

A chuckle bubbled from S/O’s throat against their will. “Of course you can keep it, I wrote it for you. I… hope you think of me when you listen to it.” They stroked Haru’s cheek, and she covered their hand with her own, her adoration written all over her porcelain face.

“I promise.”

reminders for the young wlw out there
  • it’s okay to want to have sex with a girl
  • it’s also okay to be totally terrified at the thought of having sex with a girl- internalized homophobia affects all of us to a certain extent
  • it’s okay to want to make out with a girl for hours on end (seriously, it’s totally an okay thing to think about)
  • it’s okay to fantasize about girls, even in a sexual way. you are not dirty for doing this.
  • you can absolutely wear clothes that are stereotypically lesbian, such as flannels. in the same note, you can totally cut your hair short if you want. you aren’t perpetuating a stereotype, you’re embracing who you are
  • you can also completely stay away from any clothing that would signify you might be a wlw (especially if you’re in a situation where the suspicion that you’re a wlw could cause you harm)- it’s completely your choice, just don’t shame anybody that does decide to take on that style.
  • it’s okay to not immediately date a girl once you come out. take some time to figure out your feelings, it’s okay. you’ll find somebody that you want to date in your own time, or you can just decide you don’t want to ever date anybody. that’s also perfectly okay.
  • it’s okay to dream about a future with a wife
  • it’s okay to hold your girlfriend’s hand in public and be affectionate in public. it’s not gross or icky, it’s good and cute, i promise.
  • it’s okay to come out to everybody you speak to (there’s nothing wrong with you, and if people judge you, they’re the ones who are wrong), but it’s also valid to only come out to a small select group of people. both approaches are fine.
  • it’s okay to masturbate while thinking about girls. it’s okay, you’re not weird for doing this. it’s a common thing.
  • it’s okay to watch movies or tv shows with wlw, even the ones that are cliche and really cheesy. if they make you feel validated and happy, continue doing so.
  • being a wlw is not shameful
  • you are not broken
  • you aren’t somebody that needs to be “fixed”
  • your thoughts and feelings are valid
  • you are not alone
  • you are loved

dragon age charms ✨ i wanted to do the remaining 10+ LIs plus varric but alas there is no time

you can find these at conbravo @ hamilton, ON if you’re attending!


                  “The difference between stupidity and genius, is that genius has its limits.”

                                              ↳ Neji Hyuuga dedicated to @elliejoys!

mew-mew-i-m-a-kew  asked:

Here I am agaiiiin not posting as anon for once ^^ in fact I don't have anything special to ask but I really enjoy interacting with you (you're actually the first person ever I talk to on Tumblr and I've been here for months) Anyway I don't know if you've done that yet, but since I saw that your bias is Jimin, what are your ultimate favorite moment of Park-I-Love-destroying-your-life-Jimin ? (I'm the anon confessing love to your blog and asking about the Wings your DVD ^^)

Hi, hiiiiiii !!! Glad you did dear ^^
Favorite moments? … that’s a hard task …  is EVERYTHING an option?
So aside from his singing abilities, beautiful voice, strong yet graceful dance moves and caring personality, I would say: 


Yeah baby! We are starting strong

Originally posted by blackbayheart


Yes, this is a thing 

Originally posted by mochifairyjimin


He was born a mochi

Originally posted by chimcheroo


It’s addicting

Originally posted by okayoongz


Music to my ears

Originally posted by bangtanboyvines

Especially when he does this:

Originally posted by hhansung


Yes please

Originally posted by nochuie


Anything he does with his lips …

Originally posted by bts-jimin16


It can cut butter, steel and hearts

Originally posted by cuteguk


Rare but gold

Originally posted by gotjhope


Just … wow

Originally posted by yoonmin


100 % natural

Originally posted by missbaptan



Originally posted by sinnamon-jimin


Must protect

Originally posted by ynwaseokjin


That thing has a soul on its own

Originally posted by villiciti


I made a list of my favorite Jimin focus HERE because they are THAT important

Originally posted by gotmeolk

That was just the first book… This boy is worth filling a library for.
*Because he was born on October 13 each book has 13 chapters.

Hope you liked it 
By @mimibtsghost ^^

  • David: hey Emma, Hook, you're late
  • Emma: yeah we were, uh...
  • Snow: ... making pancakes!
  • David: oooooh really
  • David: did you use nutmeg Emma?
  • David: remember I told you...?
  • Emma: oh, uhm, sure
  • David: yay! Didn't I tell you that's the secret? Did you like them Hook?
  • Hook:
  • Hook: ah, yes
  • Hook: very much so
  • Hook: most enjoyable *pancakes* I've ever had
  • David: aha! I knew it! That's awesome! I'm so glad you liked them! And I helped!
  • Emma:
  • Hook:
  • Snow: don't either of you dare ruin this for him

pointless-lemons  asked:

Can you draw Jefferson as Heather Chandler, Madison as Heather Duke, Burr and Heather McNamara, and Hamilton as Veronica (Candy Store?)


I changed Madison to McNamara though, because he’s small and anxious, I hope that’s alright!

I had way too much fun with this…

scarletsaphire  asked:

First off, you are very welcome for the last ask I did and I am glad that I didn't mess anything up. Also, I (finally) got an idea that almost certainly has already been done but I'm to lazy to try and find. Keith or Lance accidentally texting the other with one of the pining texts and the other playing along.

i actually don’t really have a text like this!! the only one i can think of is this one! but it’s old and i was hype to make this so i hope you like it! :)

keith might be just a littleee thirsty for lance…..

Les Mis Characters as Things My Mom Has Said To Me
  • Valjean: Orange is the New Black is just lesbian porn with emotions
  • Javert: I will chase you to the ends of this earth just to slap you if you ever run away
  • Fantine: It pains me to see you ill but give me the fucking Theraflu
  • Cosette: Don't care about your allergies, these flowers brighten up the room
  • Enjolras: When I was your age I was dropping so much acid. I'm glad your teenage rebellion focuses on social justice, at least
  • Combeferre: I was valedictorian and had my Ph.D by 24, and you're telling me women can't be Pope?? How did I never know that?
  • Courfeyrac: (after I fainted while helping her plant) DON'T YOU DARE DIE IN MY GARDEN, FUCKER
  • Grantaire: You are going to die alone and miserable if you keep that cynicism up
  • Joly: (while I was in the hospital) I'm so glad, they have such good Jell-o here. I don't know what brand it is but I love it.
  • Bousset: I know I am not looking at you with a shaved head. I *know* you did not just shave your head in my fucking house...
  • Bahorel: Remember when I made you kickbox in 3rd grade and you broke your hand on day one?
  • Feuilly: She's a drug addict and a felon but she's your grandmother so give her the Vicodin
  • Jehan: When I was pregnant we really thought you were going to be a ginger
  • Marius: I actually dropped out of college for 3 days but then I panicked and went back
  • Eponine: It's good you're gay. Men are pigs. They'll marry you for your money and never do a single load of laundry, ever. Not one. I bet your father has no idea how to even work a washing machine. The gays don't have that problem
  • Montparnasse: (talking about a heart transplant her boyfriend was doing) Yeah so he stole this guy's heart and was elbow's deep in a lady's chest and made it home for dinner. He's a keeper

I actually combined Day 6 with Day 7 in my last post. Lol. But I wanted to do something separate so I draw another one. I wanted all my entries to be light and cute, supposedly, but…maybe except this one?

The second drawing is for all the admins and those who liked, commented, re-blogged my YooRan works. This is actually my first time participating in a week event here on Tumblr, so I’m really happy…! Thank you guys!

Day 7: The Morning After/Master and Slave

I found out that almost all of my drawings of Yoosung, he didn’t have his hair clips, I’m sorry.


the older couple in front of me at jo-ann was buying $100+ worth of shit and didn’t realize they forgot their coupons until they’d already been rung up so i let them use my two $10 off $50 ones and as they were leaving i heard the woman say “see, the gays aren’t so bad” to her husband. can’t believe me being on jo-ann’s mailing list three times cured homophobia



Real World Bonus:


( i’ve been loving you for quite some time )

Summary: Being a camp counselor combines all your favorite things: kids, high adventure activities, campfires, campfire songs, watching the stars fly overhead, and a singular being who takes the name of Park Jimin.
Pairing: Jimin | Reader
Genre: Fluff; Camp Counselor AU
Word Count: 12,854
Author’s Note: If any of you guys remember, I did a little camp counselor Jimin drabble for this 100 WTSILY collab I’m doing and it sparked this desire for me to expand and create more on that little world, hence where the previous inspiration came from. & !! @minsvga !! because she supported this story since the planning stages and endured the 23+ texts i had to send just to get the story to her because china does not support communication via any types of social media and apparently trying to send a 12k text is “uncalled for” on iMessages. 


It’s summertime, and the first few weeks had been brutal. The overpowering heat spent all its time trying to leak in through the closed windows of your house, trying to sink in through the walls, and had actually succeeded from most of its attempts—as a result, making your apartment feel not unlike an oven and letting you just boil on the very spot you stood. Your nights would be filled with laying on top of the covers, trying to will yourself not to sweat in your sleep; your days filled with sitting on the couch or debating whether or not it was worth running to your car just to drive to the mall or to the nearest Starbucks to suck in as much free air conditioner as you could muster.

Not to say that those things still aren’t relevant in your daily life, but things are only different in the slightest because today, you are in a car, drumming your fingers on the skin of your knee as your mom finally makes the turn into a parking lot. Before you, a bus lay ahead of you, a good few dozen or so other kids lingering about, either interacting with others or shifting back and forth amongst the crowd in order to try and get their duffle bags and backpacks loaded onto the bus. You recognize the pillows, the sleeping bags, the light baggage to avoid carrying too much and to avoid having too much to think about. You would know, because you are in a very similar situation—your own pillow tucked underneath your arm, your sleeping bag compressed as best as possible within your duffle bag, enough clothes to last the duration.

You know the protocol because you’ve endeared the pre-summer-camp excitement multiple times in the past, five consecutive years as a camp counselor to be more specific. Yet, you find yourself constantly returning back as a counselor because you absolutely love it. You love interacting with the kids, getting to spend some time up in the mountains where the sky was clearer, as was the lake and the meadows and every other seemingly insignificant thing that has plagued your memory over the past five summers.

You love getting to hang around other individuals who share your interests, who share your excitement for the outdoors and adventures. Speaking of other individuals, you immediately catch sight of a familiar face dashing his way towards you, bright smiles and wide grins to reflect what the next few weeks up in the mountains are going to be like.

“Y/N!” He exclaims, joining your side as soon as your mom pulls into a parking space and lets you know it’s okay to exit the vehicle. “Hey!”

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If Yuuri was a stripper back in Detroit Pt 9
  • Viktor: So did Phichit know about your job?
  • Yuuri: Nah, he just thought I had a sugar daddy or something.
  • Viktor: ...What?
  • Yuuri: Well I'd get called into work around midnight and then come home at like 4am sweaty and exhausted and covered in glitter and with a fresh wad of cash. He figured it was a booty call.
  • Viktor: And he was okay with it?!
  • Yuuri: Well at first he questioned me a lot but I bought him a new pair of headphones and he was cool about it. He'd sneak condoms in my pocket and tell me to let "daddy" know he said hi. He called him Greg.
  • Viktor: ... I'm glad you have such... supportive friends?
  • Yuuri: Yeah it was kinda weird. But I figured it was better than telling him I stripped. When I quit I told him I had broken up with Greg.
  • Viktor: How did he take it?
  • Yuuri: He asked if he could start seeing him instead.
  • Viktor: REALLY?!
  • Yuuri: He missed that sugar daddy cash. I didn't have the heart to tell him I was earning it. To this day I still make up stories about Greg to let Phichit know he's doing okay.
  • Viktor: Wouldn't it be easier to tell him you stripped?
  • Yuuri: The Legend of Velvet Axel dies with us.

anonymous asked:

I've been in love with your art for a long time on YouTube and now on tumblr I am in love with all of your minecraft story mode drawings and doodles and I would love to see the old order in your style. You don't have to answer this if you've drifted away from the fandom or something but I would be absolutely thrilled if you could draw them<3

aihbfahd i’m really sorry anon i swear i was gonna draw soren and ivor too but i started coloring them and i tried drawing soren and it was weird i’m sor ry

So My friend is a karamel shipper and this happened.
  • My friend: hey...Supergirl is back, have u watched the latest episode?
  • Me: *acts normal* yeah *shrugs shoulders*
  • My friend: Little Mon el scenes... but he was so cute...
  • Me: A lot of Lena scenes... that's what matters...
  • My friend: Yeah! You know what... I'm starting to really dig her... actually i love her....
  • Me: she's cool...*fucccckkk*
  • My friend: did you see the last scene?
  • Me: you mean the show making her look like she's turning evil?
  • My friend: no not that! The couch scene with Kara!!!
  • Me: ....
  • My friend: that was so sweet... shit I was such a mess... and they did that?!
  • Me: wait i thought you like her with Mon El?
  • My friend: yeah but it's like the show is building lena and kara to something... i don't know... I mean...
  • Me: you mean what? *dropped the book i was reading*
  • My friend: what if the show pulled off the korrasami in nickelodeon? I mean it's possible melissa and the one who plays lena... have great chemistry...and that would be ground breaking.... a luthor and a super? Awesome thought right?
  • Me: *dying inside* I'm really glad I'm friends with you...
  • My friend: yeah.. wait why?
  • Me: nothing... just saying...