but it makes me really happy for some reason

anonymous asked:

i see daiya no ace on your blog all the time and i was never really interested in watching it before (despite really liking sports anime) but i'm kinda interested now sooo my question: what are some reasons i should watch it?

ahh yes omg i love daiya so much and it makes me so happy that you’re interested in watching it!! i think it’s, sadly, a super underrated anime, and if you’re into sports anime, i think there are loads of things that you’ll love about it!

some reasons you should watch daiya!

  • a beautiful, fantastic cast of characters that had me crying and screaming during games because i was so attached to them
  • sawamura is the protagonist and he is loud and obnoxious but really has a heart of gold and really just loves baseball a lot and wants to do right by his team and get better. i found his story lines to be some of the most interesting and satisfying, and what i loved about him is that he really earns a lot of his ‘wins’ throughout the anime
  • the other characters on the team are by no means side characters to the sawamura show though. the anime places a lot of emphasis on their practices and their improvements, and each character gets developed in their own way. not only that, you also really see the team working hard and bonding and getting better together, and isn’t that what sports anime is all about?
  • STUNNING ANIMATION i still can’t get over how wonderfully animated this anime is ok every single frame is so spot on. having worked on gifs for this anime a few times, i have never seen a ‘lazy frame’ (as those sometimes found within haikyuu or yoi where the characters are just brief sketches in a frame between two key frames). every motion, from pitching to fielding to batting is so fluid and it makes the watching experience super enjoyable
  • also the character designs are so good, miyuki is the hottest boy in anime i will fight for that with my life
  • the story is a beautiful one all about teamwork and working hard for your dreams and doing your best. it’s everything a sports anime is supposed to be: encouraging, motivating, and fulfilling
  • the games themselves are sO INTENSE. seidou, their baseball team, is one of the best in tokyo and they match up with some other really amazing teams (with their own group of characters that are just as compelling and just as memorable), and the calibre of skill and playing that takes place during the matches is insane. however, it never feels like too much, because of the aforementioned emphasis on their practice and hard work. each home run and every good pitch always feels very earned and satisfying. 
  • a whopping, wonderful 125 (give or take a few ovas) episodes to sink your teeth into!!! don’t let the high episode count throw you off, because i guarantee, if you like the first ten eps, you’re going to like both seasons and you’re going to be so happy there’s so much of such quality sports anime to watch

alsdkfjhalkdsjfh i hope this helped, and i’m typing this in a frenzy right after waking up so i hope most of it made sense, too. really, overall, it’s just such a good sports anime, one of the best that i’ve seen by far, and i really think that if you love sports anime and all the tropes and story lines and feels that come with it, you’re going to really enjoy daiya!

I can see people’s auras… and it’s a curse.

by A10A10A10

Yes, I can see people’s auras.

And I hate saying it so bluntly. It makes me sound like some hack psychic who fakes the ability as a means of exploitation and a paycheck. I’ve never made money from my ability. I’ve never taken advantage of it. And, until now, I’ve never spoken of it to anybody.

But I really do see them, and I’m starting to view it as more of a curse. I have a reason for typing this out and I assure you, there isn’t a happy ending.

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cool things about people with bpd

i know bpd is hell but like hear me out

  • we strongly value our relationships
  • we know when something is genuinely Not Funny
  • we can read emotions well
  • being happy is like the best thing ever
  • we’re really good at helping others
  • we’re strong as heck, we’ve been through a lot
  • we see the world the way no one else does
  • we are super creative
  • loyalty is easy to us
  • we are really passionate
  • finding new hobbies is super fun
  • lots of us have a high pain tolerance
  • and for some reason,,, all of us are really good at making puns

it’s 100% canon that Yuuri and Victor learn each other’s languages and I love to think about them surprising each other with it?

because just imagine half-asleep Yuuri mumbling something in Japanese and Victor chuckling and answering him in the same language and Yuuri being suddenly very awake and affected and very very in love

or Victor and Yakov discussing some parts of Victor’s program in Russian and Yuuri casually adding his comment and Victor just staring at him for a second while Yuuri is blushing and internally freaking out he said it the wrong way

idk I just love to think of all those small moments and I’m so sure that after a couple years they’ll probably stop talk in English and use some weird mix of Japanese and Russian instead and for some reason it makes me really happy to imagine this

Usually things that are worth fighting for are that way for a reason- they’re worth fighting for. And believe me, there are some fantastic aspects to life, day to day, that you can really get so much out of if you try… Do something that makes you happy every day.
—  Jacksepticeye
reasons why monsta x is ACTUALLY the best group to stan ever
  • they ruin their own self images, so u don’t have to worry about the fact that ur embarrassing because i can promise u, they are worse
  • they’re honestly basically in love with like all of their fans. like why would u need a man when u have shownu promising to marry u n stuff. or when minhyuk says you’re the prettiest girl (or boy, hey, mx don’t care) they’ve ever seen !!!!
  • they’re really including of all of their fans. like some other groups only care about girl fans, or about korean fans, or about some other specific type of fan ??? but like monsta x ???? they literally love everyone ?????????? like even ppl who aren’t their fans ????? like they’re the type to see u on the street decked out in some svt merch and still be like “wow she’s so pretty aw i like her sweater i love woozi” ????
  • they’re all super talented. like shownu’s dancing, kihyun’s voice, jooheon’s rap, hyungwon’s modeling,,,, like what can’t this group do ??
  • they all really love each other. they’re not like those groups where u KNOW that they all hate each other on the low. they may want u to think they hate each other sometimes (looking @ u,,, kihyun) but we all know they’re lying
  • honestly the monbebe fandom is so nice ??? so peaceful ?? drama ??? what is that ??/ we don’t know ??? the only drama we have is when other fans of other groups do something against us. but like other than that ???? where the drama @ ???
  • okay,, guys,, WONHO. THAT BOY. HE IS AN ANGEL. LOVE SHIN HOSEOK WITH ALL OF YOUR HEART EVEN IF U AREN’T A MONBEBE. this boy loves EVERYONE. like he LITERALLY SUPPORTS EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING. he has like 485975973287589375 pieces of “for a cause” clothing and jewelry. like he has this necklace against child abuse (i think it was) ??? he panted his pinky green for this charity type thing. like WHEN HAS YOUR FAVE EVER ?? like honestly i can’t think of anything wonho doesn’t support ?? gay marriage ? hell he’d marry a guy if he can cook 4 him. causes against domestic and child violence ?? sign him up !! he wants the world to be a happy and good place. wow. such an angel. wow i love hoseok. love hoseok trust me he will never hurt u.
  • they haven’t done anything dumb yet. like problematic. ya know what i mean. like they’re probably gonna do something that starts a scandal one day,, but like they try REALLY hard to make sure they don’t say things that could hurt ANY of their fans. like they don’t talk about race or get offended when they hear people think they’re gay or anything. the only thing they get offended at is cucumbers apparently ???? like honestly they’re angels ?? they care about us so much they try so hard to not screw up n hurt us. get u a man who ?? (or 7 of them,, i support that too ??)
  • they’re literally ?? so dumb ?? and so funny ?? like they argued over which greek goddess is goddess of victory,, LITERALLY for like 20 mins. they have no lives. their lives revolve around doing dumb things to make us laugh ?? like ?? they stopped caring about their image before they debuted ?? who cares ?? they don’t ?? lets ruin it ourselves ??
  • changkyun’s VERY strong urge to see wonho naked. why. i’m sure a lot of mbb won’t complain. but why changkyun. why are u trying tto give us a naked hoseok every single time we see u ??? what is ur motive ??
  • kihyun is really violent. like i don’t understand how someone who dresses in a hamster onsie regularly can be so angry ?? where does he store it ?? why is he so sinister ?? (or should i say why does he just do stuff to people and then laugh for like 2 months over it bc that’s all he really does. he gave minhyuk a cucumber once actually. he still laughs over it. like yoo kihyun are u 5 ??? why are u hurting minhyuk like this ?)
  • changkyun’s really bad puns. those r another reason to stan. trust me u hate it at first but eventually u can’t go a day without listening to him make some weird and oddly funny pun about a name or smth.
  • shownu. dad. honestly a real dad. like. throwback to every member calling him dad and reminding him to not forget the room key. honest dad figure. i wish hyunwoo was my dad.
  • minhyuk is really happy nd cute and honestly u could probably smile for like 3 hours just after looking at a picture of him smiling. he’s literally the definition of sunshine. we need more people like lee mihyuk in this world.
  • i ran out of thing to think of and it’s 2am but honestly stan monsta x ? like it’s so worth it ? they’re so caring and funny and loving and talented and like ??? the fandom is so including and amazing ?? like there isn’t even tension between k-fans and intl-fans ?? we literally all just love each other ?? like stanning monsta x is such an AMAZING thing like it cleanses ur soul from all the bad things in this world. i swear. it’s like actually confirmed. monsta x is so pure and wow. just stan those cute 7 little boys who dress up in animal onsies and dance to girl group songs just to make their fans smile and laugh

Can aphobes just shut the fuck up about Thomas already? The only reason you guys are trying to pin this man as a pedophile is because he thinks aces and aros belong in the LGBT community. He does not explicitly encourage minors to draw NSFW art of him, he was not aware that the artist was under 18 and has since corrected his behavior. He owned up to his mistakes, so why don’t y'all start doing the same?

World’s Best Dad

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Summary: One of the reader’s students has a problem and she confronts her father about what’s going on…

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Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: My second ever daddy Dean fic. Quote for this one was “It was an accident I swear!”…


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Huntress in the Snow

What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.

 

Rhysand rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.

He rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex, dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.

He doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him, her fingers pulling his hair.

Spring Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one, too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays, and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.

He’s doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His brothers. His court.

Court of Dreams. It’s like a bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.  

He probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.

Life is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.

With the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know. Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s trying- perhaps he’s fighting.

Perhaps he’s not.

Rhysand doesn’t care.

He also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her, watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him. He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams- only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her afterwards.

All the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll be walking through the streets of Velaris.

That’s the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give up.

He looks around.

He’s in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of peace- he takes what he gets.

Just a few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.

Feyre is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and paint a little.

So far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was on accident. The snarls are what works better.

Nesta turned fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their room.

Elain and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she brings food home.

Feyre makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall- dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares sometimes.

But today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and closer to the buzzing, invisible thing that separates their human world from the fae.

When she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich merchant, lost in the woods.

Perhaps she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment he looks up and meets her eyes.

It knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.

This is it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?

The man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”

Feyre tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer. As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.

“Go”, he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into the forest at all. Stay at home.”

And she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…

“I have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”

“No, you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”

“You don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”

The man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes. “What?”

“My father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them.”

The man stares at her.

“Are you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.

He shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”

“What are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”

The man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little freedom today.”

“Are you a hunter, too?”

He closes his eyes. “I suppose.”

“Then you’re a little bit like me.”

“Well.” He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”

Feyre doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the man has a family. That he’s not alone.

“That’s good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by yourself.”

He nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”

Feyre steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad, she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She wants him smiling.

“Here.” The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are quite literally tied.”

“Is this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”

The fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”

Feyre picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”

“Rhys”, he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“That family you told me about?”

“Yes”, Rhys says softly. “My family.”

Feyre smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”

He still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you go- one thing.”

And suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.

“It’ll be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”

Some white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself alone in the woods.

What just happened? Why is she here?

Oh, yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy and handed her the basket-

What on earth is she doing so close to the wall?

Feyre turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just because of the gift…but because of something else.

And maybe she can get through all of this.

Maybe she’ll find a way out of this someday.  

Rhys has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on himself and forces himself to forget about that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.

Because for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.  

It makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-

Rhys finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.

Why is he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.

There’s a weird feeling of goodness in the back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for everything.

He feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.

I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them, whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-

A girl-

He can’t remember. But that feeling lingers.

That night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this feels after a kill, all he can think is the clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end you.

When she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins. Suddenly, he wants to fight.

That night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.

A few years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of that same hand again.

Only this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.

And something inside Rhysand whispers, soon.

Soon.

Soon.

Dentists

Warnings: Fluffffffffffff

Word Count: 1304

A/n: Just rlly inexcusably cheesy. Like this is not okay. I am persONALLY ashamed by the amount of fluff.

Originally posted by xratherbeyou

You huffed, crossing and uncrossing your legs again as you leaned back in the tiny, uncomfortable chair. Three things you hated the most were doctors, strange drills, and people poking and prodding you and dentistry combined all of those things into one extremely-sanitized, linoleum-floored, overly-expensive hell. Even just sitting in the waiting room was making you feel sick.

How long did it even take to remove wisdom teeth? When Peter, your best friend, had asked you to drive him to the dentist for his appointment, you thought it would be a simple half hour affair but it had been an hour and a half now and he still wasn’t out. You supposed it was because he had waited so long to take them out, but still, it wasn’t that difficult was it?

“Excuse me, Miss?”

You started as a stout man walked towards you, his blue nurse’s scrubs swishing as he walked briskly towards you.

“Yes?”

“You are here with Mr. Maximoff, correct?”

“Yeah, is he alright?” You frowned, were there complications? That would be bad, right?

“Yes he’s fine, don’t worry. Dr. Carlyle just thought that, because it’s taking so long you might want an update.”

“Oh, okay.” You breathed out in relief.

“Peter has all but one wisdom tooth out. His body fought the anesthesia in the beginning, more than any patient I’ve ever seen. His metabolism must be extremely high. Anyways, we upped the dosage which did the trick. He should be out in around ten minutes, but because of the high dosage, he might act a little more out of it than our other patients.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You sat back down, fiddling with your fingers. At least nothing bad happened, he was alright. But then again, there was no telling what Peter might do on all those drugs.

It was another fifteen minutes before Peter came out, a nurse pushing him on a wheelchair with slight difficulty as Peter’s head lolled against the back of the chair, an absent smile glazed across his face.

“Y/n… Is that you?” The silver-haired boy slurred as he craned his neck to see you from where his head was positioned.

“Yes, Peter, it’s me.”

“Aw.” Peter chuckled. “Yes.” He did a small fist pump as you thanked the nurse, taking Peter from him.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes that you’re here. I thought that bald-guy was gonna take me to his home.” He stuttered, jerking a thumb at the nurse. “But now I’m gonna go home with you.”

You smiled, thanking the people at the desk before promptly leaving, letting out a breath of a relief as the door shut behind you.

“So,” You began pushing Peter towards your car, drumming your fingers on the chair’s handles. “How do you feel?”

“Feeling scared.” He held the armrests tighter. “You’re going too fast!”
“What?” You slowed your walk to a crawl.

“Slow down, you’re gonna kill me, woman!” Peter leaned back in the seat, his knuckles white with the strain of gripping the armrests. This was going to be a long day.

After much struggle and more sweat than you’d like to admit, you had successfully made it to the car. Peter sat in the passenger’s seat, looking out the window, his eyes glazed over slightly.

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Yeah, Peter?” You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel, turning into the driveway of the mansion.

“Do you think cars have feelings?”

“What?”

“Like, do cars have-” He waved his hands, wiggling his fingers slightly. “Feelings?”

“Um, I-”

“No!” He raised a finger to your mouth. “Shh. Shhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“I-”

“Cause, uh, I was thinking like, you know when it’s really hot and you turn on the air conditioning so that you don’t die of heat stroke?” He feigned fainting, collapsing against the window and throwing his feet up on the dashboard. “Do you think it hurts the car? I always felt bad, what if it was too much for the car? What if we’re overworking the car, pushing past its limit?”

He was shouting now, accentuating each word with a punch to the car door.

“Peter, cars are designed to work that hard.” You pulled the car into the garage, the engine growling to a halt “Ok, we’re home!”

Peter jumped, leaning across you and fumbling with the lock a couple of times before pressing it down, sighing in relief.

“Ha, now I’ve got you trapped and you have to talk with me!”

“Ok. What.”

“Well, after thinking about if cars can feel I thought what if other things have feelings? Like clothes and stuff.”

You hummed, reaching down and leaning your chair back, pulling your legs into cross beneath you.

“I know you have that t-shirt, that red, button down with all the crazy flowers?” A piece of gauze fell out of his mouth and onto the car seat. “That super ugly one?” He shoved a finger in his mouth, struggling to put the gauze back into place.

“Yeah? My cousin gave it to me.” You chewed your bottom lip. “I’ve only worn it once, to that disco party Jubilee threw last year.”

“Ok, ok, but, do you ever think that maybe, maybe it just…” Peter tipped his head back, blinking away tears. “I mean you never wear it! It just wastes away in the back of your closet, watching as all the other clothes get worn, maybe it just wants to be loved?”

“Peter, I-” You bit back a laugh. “Are you crying?”

“Yeah.” Peter whimpered sniffling softly. “Just a little.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the door handle once more.

“Wait, no!”
Peter launched himself forward, into your lap, his body now sprawled across you.

“Don’t go.”

“Okay, okay!” You held your hands up in surrender. “What is it?”

He looked up at you, his brown eyes the color of amber and coffee as he peered through his thick eyelashes. It was moments like these that always threw you off guard. Times when he looked so effortlessly beautiful, especially when it wasn’t expected.

How could he look so good while so unbelievably doped up? The way his feathery platinum locks fell like silk around his shoulders was almost exquisite. And his whole “I-haven’t-slept-in-two-years” look complimented him even when, based on all scientific reasoning, it shouldn’t.

“Y/n?”

You drank in the way his lips formed so perfectly around your name.

“Yeah?”

Gently, as if he were expensive china, you ran your fingers through his hair, each strand shimmering as the light from outside poured in and washed itself over Peter’s face.

“I know I’m probably gonna regret it in the morning but I’m gonna say it anyways, okay?”

You grinned, tracing your index finger down the side of his face and along his jaw.

“Okay.” You breathed out in a barely audible whisper.

“You make me feel good, like really good. You make the bad days easier and… and there’s been a lot of those lately.” He licked his lips, his cinnamon eyes glued to yours the entire time.

“And whenever I hear something funny, I always look around to see if you think it’s funny too, even when you’re not there. And at night, when I’m cold or alone, I always reach out, expecting you to be there for some reason. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. And when you cried watching that Harry Potter movie the other night, even though I wasn’t watching the movie, seeing you cry, it felt like my heart was breaking.”

You breathed in slowly, scanning his face for any emotion, any sign to tell you where this was going.

“And I can’t help but think the same thing every time I see you.” He smiled reaching up and grasping a strand of hair between his fingers, twisting it slowly.

“I love her.”

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First Dates- BTS

(for @pseudopo )


Jin-

Originally posted by acousticawake

-get ready for the best most extra date of your life.

-ya’ll going to an expensive ass fancy dinner with expensive wines and expensive desserts you’ve never heard of and shit.

-will take you to a movie that JUST came out.

-popcorn, drinks, slushies, candies. You know, the works.

-ya’ll will get there at the last minute to a crowded theater but will somehow have found THE best seats.

-is an absolute gentleman and simply holds your hand during the movie.

-decides to just drive around slowly and talk because he doesn’t want the date to end yet. 

-drops you off at your door and kisses you on the cheek cause he’s that gentlemanly. 

-leaves you with that giddy happy feeling in the pit of your stomach before you go to sleep.


Suga-

Originally posted by kpoptrashandproud

-you were in SHOCK when he asked you out on a date.

-he seriously never led on that he liked you in any way.

-gets advice from his fellow group members cause this will be his first date.

-”whatever happens hyung, you have to get laid.” - jungkook

-*smacks jungkook in the back of the head* “shush. I know.”

-decides he’s too nervous to do anything but have some coffee with you at a local coffee shop.

-you all meet there and he’s SO happy to see you sitting and waiting for him.

-you can tell he’s kind of nervous and forcing conversation cause he doesn’t know what to ask or what to say. 

-you place your hand over his. “hey, it’s all good. you’re making me really nervous too.”

-yoongi laughs that perfect laugh and for some reason, feels more at ease now.

-perfect first date for the both of you.


J-Hope-

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

-thought he’d be way too nervous to ever actually go on a date.

-but just can’t help but ask you out. nervously and shyly.

-literally can’t believe it when you say yes.

-thinks that asking his group mates will make him even more nervous so he just decides to wing it.

-gets dressed up af for a simple restaurant dinner date.

-you awe at how sweet and handsome he looks and are now certain this will be an incredible date.

-is nervous as hell as he waits at your door then feels strangely calm once ya’ll are together.

-you never ever run out of things to talk about the whole night.

-the restaurant staff actually had to ask you to leave cause they were about to close.

-you guys walk out hand in hand, past your cars, talking about everything.

-you’re both certain you’re in love.


Rap Mon-

Originally posted by slapmon

-has liked you for a while but never asked you out because he’s never been on a date before.

-decides to try something while he’s on skype with you one evening.

-says it’s out of pure curiosity that he wants to know how you yourself would like to be asked out on a date.

-you tell him “as long as there are flowers involved, i’ll be happy.”

-you get a knock at your door the next day to a delivery shop dropping a gorgeous bouquet of your most favorite flowers with a little note that says “will you go on a date with me?-joon”

-almost pee your pants when calling joon to tell him hell fuckin yeah

-picks you up and is nervous but has his front cool and calm.

-surprises you by taking you to a gorgeous field of flowers for you both to talk and walk through.

-you spend basically the whole day arm and arm with namjoon, talking about life.

-ends the date with pretty flowers he picked for you along the way.

-admits to how nervous he was but you ended up helping him calm down.

-best date you both have ever been and will ever have gone on.


Jimin-

Originally posted by jimiyoong

 -has never been on a date before so he decides to make it easier on himself and have it in familiar territory.

-his dorm.

-kicks out the rest of the maknaes and begs the hyungs to leave for the evening so you both can have the place to yourselves.

-orders dinner and puts on netflix for the both of you.

-you both end up eating a little and talking alot. Not even paying attention to the random movie he’d put on. 

-is obsessed with your voice and stories as you speak.

-you both end up cuddling together on the couch and try to actually watch a movie.

-of course, you fall asleep on eachother and wake up to giggles and flashes of phone cameras from the boys.

-you both don’t even care cause it was an amazing date.


V-

Originally posted by jeonyween

-hasn’t gone on his first date yet and when he meets you, decides that needs to change.

-asks you out on the spot, kind of accidentally.

-like it just spilled out of his mouth.

-you of course gladly accept and ask when and where.

-says it’s a surprise but really has no idea wtf he’s gonna do.

-decides he’s gonna take you to a museum.

-because he wants to impress you and cause he just really wants to go to a museum.

-signs you both up for the tour but end up wandering off together and googling everything.

-you both share a kiss in the middle of the museum and Taehyung decides that he only ever wants to go on dates with you now.


Jungkook-

Originally posted by apgujeon

-knows it’s his first date but doesn’t feel too nervous.

-he’s pretty sure you’re gonna say yes.

-asks his hyungs for any advice they have before he takes you out.

-”don’t be stupid.”-namjoon

-”done!”

-decides to keep it light and just take you to an ice cream shop.

-you guys split a sundae and talk about nonsense for a good four hours.

-you both get complimented by an older couple, saying that you make a cute couple.

-”thank you so much, we know.” he says before surprising you with a quick kiss on your cheek.

-both of your blushes are way too cute.

000booyouwhore000  asked:

I finally cracked and told my doctor about the depression and anxiety I have been having for a while and he put me on Prozac. It's the first time I've ever had to take meds for depression and he told me it would take a few weeks to even out. It's been almost 6 weeks, and while I feel better than I did before, today is just a pit of hopelessness and bad feelings. I know not every day will be ponies and rainbows, but I don't want these bad days to become more frequent. Any advice?

So first and most importantly: I am so happy for you, and so proud of you for getting help for your depression and anxiety. 

Bad days still happen, and sometimes they will happen without any logical reason or trigger. It sucks, and it’s really important to be gentle with yourself when it happens. 

Everyone has a different way to manage these days. I make an effort to separate what’s real from what my brain is telling me, and I remind myself that the hopelessness and bad feelings are being created by my brain chemicals, because Depression Lies. Then I work through some steps that I’ve written about before, including things like: taking a shower, eating a good meal, taking a walk, getting the h*ck away from the news and the Internet, snuggling with my dogs, sharing my lousy feelings with Anne. 

There’s no magic thing we can do that will push the bad feelings away, but I have found that, by doing some or all of those things, I can usually manage my Depression flare ups.

The one thing that I can tell you with absolute confidence is that THIS WILL PASS. IT IS NOT FOREVER. YOUR BRAIN IS HAVING A BAD DAY BUT IT WILL GET BETTER.

I know that hearing those words when you’re in the middle of it doesn’t help, but I’m giving them to you, anyway, because when the bad feelings pass, you can look back on them and know that they were true. Maybe that will help next time.

I sincerely hope this helps. Please talk to your doctor or a qualified professional if you still feel bad after a couple of days, because you may need help that I can’t give you. Check in with me and let me know how you’re doing, okay?

anonymous asked:

Can you do some prompts about girls falling in love with other girls?

1) “You are so out of my league,” she said. A slightly dazzled smile crossed her lips. “Like, oh my god. I want to marry you one day.”
“And you are so off your head,” replied the other woman. Amused and a little concerned given the circumstances. “Wife.”
“Oh my god, I married you!?”
“It was a beautiful ceremony. On the beach. We had ice cream.”
“I love ice cream.” 
“Mm, if you can stay with me this time, I’ll get you some. How are you feeling?”


2) They were laughing about something stupid, curled up on the sofa. Stomach clenching, can’t breathe, no holding it back cackling when she caught the look on her best friend’s face. 
“What?”
“I - nothing. It’s stupid.”
“Well, now you have to tell me.”
“You just make me really happy, you know?” 
And suddenly she couldn’t breathe again for an entirely different reason. 


3) “If we were both gay we’d totally be going out.”
“…we are both gay. We are very very very gay.” There was a beat of silence. “Is this you asking me out?”
“Depends, is this you saying yes or no?” 
“Depends, do I get to kiss you if we’re going out?”
“I hear that’s the done thing, yeah. Probably cuddling too, if you can bear it.”
“Yeah, alright. Sure. You won me over.”


4) It started with dancing. She loved the dancing first - confident, sensual, a flash of eyes across the floor as the lights swayed above them. The arm that wrapped around her back and drew her in close, the lips that found hers like they’d done this a thousand times before. A conversation of touches and smiles, slow and unhurried. A name whispered against their ear like a promise.


5) “…you know,” said the woman. She glanced up from by the bed, sleeves rolled up to reveal arms tanned and lean from hard work in the sun. “When you said your bed was broken, I thought you meant it as a come on. What the hell did you do to it?” 
The other woman turned bright red. Clearing their throat, initially too flustered to reply. Which, well, might have been something of a reply. 


6) “You didn’t have to defend me, you know.” She was rather shocked that the other girl had, considering she couldn’t normally even raise her voice in a large group of people.
“Of course I did,” the girl replied. “It was the right thing to do.” 
She fell in love a little, then.


7) Leather jacket, red lipstick, leaned up against a motorcycle and suddenly she felt lightheaded. She swallowed hard as her date raised a brow, plucking the helmet off the seat and sauntering over to her. Her date placed it carefully on her head, fingers brushing warm against her throat as she clipped it into place. “Probably not quite the white pony you were dreaming of, princess, but it will do the trick.” 

I can see people's auras... and it's a curse.

Yes, I can see people’s auras.

And I hate saying it so bluntly. It makes me sound like some hack psychic who fakes the ability as a means of exploitation and a paycheck. I’ve never made money from my ability. I’ve never taken advantage of it. And, until now, I’ve never spoken of it to anybody.

But I really do see them, and I’m starting to view it as more of a curse. I have a reason for typing this out and I assure you, there isn’t a happy ending.

For me, it’s quite simple. I see a faint light surrounding people. Everyone. And in that light, I can see their morality. The brighter and more translucent the light is, the better the person. The darker and opaquer, the worse. Dim and partly translucent are morally ambiguous. To simplify things, those are the three ways I describe them. Dark equals evil. Bright equals good. Dim equals somewhere in between. It’s strange, I’ve always viewed the people with grey/dim auras as… arbiters. Mediators. The people in between, who aren’t one or the other, and will always have difficult decisions to make.

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Giving a hand Pt. 7 [BTS Smut]

Originally posted by dream-bts

MASTERLIST // PREVIOUS // NEXT

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COUNT → 9817

GENRE → Smut

PAIRING → You and BTS

SUMMARY: Your work is not the typical job, you give hand jobs for money, but instead of feeling ashamed by it you’re comfortable with it. Until a man offers you to work in his company, where you would use your abilities to please seven guys.


If you could have a dollar for every time you said to yourself you would never drink again, you wouldn’t need to jerk guys for money. Not that you need to do it anymore, but that’s not the point. The point was that you really, really shouldn’t drink again because hangovers were the absolutely worst.

You woke up in your living room over the couch, still wearing the dress from last night and a pounding ache on your head. You could remember pieces of your night, like the first drink, and Yoongi’s comment about a threesome. Right? Weren’t you imagining it?

You could remember Juwoon too, and how he had a sweet smile and warm hands, but you couldn’t remember if you actually did something with him. Your head was trying to come up with a replay of last night, but that only made your hangover to intensify. You really shouldn’t be trying to think while your head was threating to kill you. You gave up and decided to take care of your head first. Then you would try to understand what happened.

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