but this has not been made and i needed it on my blog bye

anonymous asked:

Hello, i am a little new to tumblr and i was just wondering, why don't people want others to repost their art/posts? is it like, stealing their post or something? ok, bye :)

Hi! Hello and welcome to tumblr!

This might get long and relatively angry-sounding but by all means this isn’t towards you at all anon, its just that this have been building up in me for a long time. But just know that yes! reposting other artists’ works is offensive and even damaging to them for multiple reasons!

>>Here’s a really well explained answer to why reposting is terrible for artists in general <<

For me, my posts/art are things I created. Things I worked hard for, and spent time on. Some of them are personal to me. To repost that art/post is just like STEALING that work right from me. 

We get that stealing is bad, right?

Because that’s what it is. No sugarcoating, no “reposting”, no “sharing”. It. Is. STEALING

But still, people do it. Sure some might leave credits to the original artist, some might even link back to the original source. But when you’re dealing with the internet, things get muddied real fast. Sources get linked back to other websites, to other blogs that reposted it and some people will flat out claim that work (That YOU created) as theirs. People will trace over them, remove watermarks, add their own stuff to it, etc etc.

And what that does to the original artist, is leave them creditless for the most part and taking the control over their own stuff from them.

To make matters worst, we depend on our content. To some artists, this is literally the only way they make a living. I know you see posts about it like its a joke but it’s not?? Whether its for the next meal, to pay off debt or hospital bills, to leave an abusive place, etc, we really do depend on these art works. It’s not us being whiny or being butthurt on the internet. It is quite literally a matter of Life and Death to some of us. 

It doesn’t matter that you say that “love the artist!” or “credit to the artist!” It affects ALL artists NEGATIVELY. It is always a stab to the heart knowing another one of our pieces got taken and reposted again. Heck, not a day goes by when I don’t find reposted pieces of mine on instagram/twitter/tumblr and so on. (Some just leave no descriptions/credit at all, some are a simple “Found it on tumblr. Forgot from who lol”. Fuck you, specifically, btw.)

So let me ask this: why do you guys need to repost them so badly? 

  1. “I just want to share them with others!” Then by GODS why can’t you just reblog the original post? Will that physically kill you to do so? Can you not have anything on your blog that’s not uploaded by you personally? 
  2. “I just love the art so much!” WELL HELL!! I do too, buddy!! I love it. Because it’s mine. It’s what I created. Rebloging the original post will show how much you love it just as fine! It won’t hurt at all, I promise!
  3. “But I want to share it on other social media besides tumblr??” Listen. Buddy. Pal. Friendo. 8 of 10 times, that artist your talking about is on different social media platforms too. We tend to spread out and do that. Please take time to look through our FAQ/Blogs to make sure? ALSO when it comes to places like Facebook or Twitter, copying and pasting the link of the original post will do just as fine! I repeat: You do not need to repost the artwork at all. Just link them back to the post. 
  4. “But I want to add a comment” Then reblog and comment. But don’t you dare delete the original caption because I swear to god that is an entirely different plate of garbage to deal with.
  5. “…I want to get the notes/likes for it” B*TCH ME TOO!! Why do you think I made it??? If you want to get notes or likes then by all means create something yourself but don’t take credit for someone else’s work?? Do I have to spell out that notes/likes are important to the artists that made that artwork, and to have all of that given to someone else because they reposted it is like a slap to the face?? Some of us face that DAILY. We’re ready to kill a man.

On that note, some artists have different ways of dealing with these circumstances, so if you ever have an inkling that it might be ok, GO ASK THE ARTIST FIRST!!!!!! 

tl;dr : Reposting is bad bc it’s stealing from artists not only their hard work and credibility, but even their income. Please, I’m literally begging all of you to stop it and to not ever do it

thanks for asking anon.

Q&A Saturday!

It’s Q&A Saturday! I’ve gotten a lot of new followers recently, so I just want to explain again that every other Saturday, it’s Q&A! It’s when I try to answer as many of your questions as I can! <3 This week I’m doing questions I wasn’t able to answer when my pen broke, so that’s why I didn’t make an announcement, but! You’re welcomed to send any questions you want for next Q&A or to be answered soonish with text! This post btw is non-squid! There will be a squid ver soon!

I’m not sure if you meant the pillow defense thing or just pillow kisses in general but I hope this is okay! <3

Not that he is very romantic, but he is less guarded of his heart than Garrett (but they both take a loooooong time to come to terms that they’re in love)! But in almost any universe, Dario is the first to say “I love you” but Garrett doesn’t take long to catch up  💕

While I mostly welcome shipping, Garrett is exclusively gay (side note: Dario is bisexual and Mei is aromantic) and he’s not really Mei’s type anyways LOL They’re good bros tho! 

(It’s a really sensitive topic for Dario)

I’m not sure if they would ever be ready for kids, but I drew this before so here you go! <3 I’m not sure about the name yet, but she’s got her dad’s love of sports and her other’s dad love of goofing off! 

She’s both “what their kid would look like” and their adopted daughter if they get one, because they just love her to death <3 

I’m sort of anti-genderbend (sorry!) It’s something I try to avoid, but I do have a rough draft from when I designed Kathy as a genderfluid boy! Using he/they, Keith is a gentle guy with a love for music!

(Sorry, I got serious vibes from Susan/Mandark’s hippie days LOL)

ROAR. (Imagine a soft honk) Also that’s probably because Dario is a lionhead bun! <3 Lionhead buns are called that because, you guess it, they have a mane around their faces! All my buns have set breeds that made them look that way (like Kathy/Jaleena being dwarf buns)

AAA! I’m glad you can! I’m worried my Spanish is iffy sometimes so I’m happy to hear this! Please let me know if I ever make mistakes! <3 And thank you for your nice words!  (I need to incorporate more Spanish dialogue with Dario/Gabby/Cable too)

It’s very rare, but the last one I watched was Mob! It was a good show ; O ; 

The answer, though, is yes, they do! Garrett gets cuddly and Dario welcomes it! And for reference, here is my NSFW blog! Tread with caution!

Oo! Dario’s perf idea of a date would be taking Garrett to try something outdoors and fun, like swimming, hiking, rock climbing, etc! Garrett’s not really into exercise, though, and rather spends their date watching movies at home with takeout. But! I think they would both agree that their favorite dates are the time they spend together in private (like watching the stars, cuddling in bed, taking naps together). Dario loves it most when Garrett falls asleep on him, and Garrett loves it most when Dario opens up to him during their talks.

Whoa! It’s nice to see excitement like this, aa! Q v Q Yes, Garrett loves watching Dario work out and play sports! He admires his athleticism! Dario’s fave sports is soccer and track, with an occasional baseball and basketball for fun! I’m not sure what he’d be bad at, probably anything that requires thinking/accuracy? Like archery, golfing, etc. And Dario does get hurt a lot but nothing really all that serious, and Garrett (so far) hasn’t been hurt yet watching (especially since he tends to watch from a distance, he doesn’t like crowds). And I can’t reveal any details, I def need to work on their stories soon, haha!

Yes, he has! Dario’s hair is a very dark brown but he dyes it to a lighter brown!

LOL It’s also funny because I’ve drawn him in one of Shakira’s outfit before

Now that I got my pen back, YES! I’m excited to draw my boys again! <3 And welcome all my new followers to my blog! Thank you for following and I really hope you enjoy your stay!

That’s all the asks I can answer for today! Thank you for all the questions! I hope you enjoyed this, it was was a lot of fun to do! Please don’t hesitate to send me more to answer next time and see you all next Saturday! <3

Thanks for reading! Bye! Love you all and have a lovely weekend!! <3

keshuasd  asked:

6+15 Jin fluff pleeease! Love your blog. Thanks in advance <3 ^^

Know It All, My Best Friend (Jin x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “I was stupid enough to fall for my best friend.” + “Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?”

Summary: After learning that Jin will be moving away for university, you accidentally confess to your best friend! Mortified, you try to avoid him. Luckily for you, Jin doesn’t give up easily.

Word count: 1.4k words

Originally posted by jjilljj

You waved cheerily at your best friend, Jin, who was leaning casually against your locker. He smiled at you goofily, quickly righting himself so that you could retrieve your belongings.

“Hey, Jin,” you greeted, spinning the combination of your lock. It clicked open, and you hurried to grab your binders and textbooks.

“How were your classes today?” Jin asked conversationally, sounding more fatherly than was appropriate for the slight age difference between you two. It was only one year.

“Well, I skipped the morning,” you replied with a shrug. You shut your locker and pulled your backpack over your shoulder. “To the library?”

“Y/N, you can’t be skipping classes!” Jin scolded, smacking you lightly on the shoulder. “Your grades are important.”

“Whatever,” you scoffed. “Besides, don’t you skip just as often as I do?”

“I’ve got chronic senioritis,” Jin explained as if that were a valid excuse. “And what’s your reason? You’re not graduating yet.”

“Do I really need one?” you laughed, rolling your eyes. “Let’s just get out of here. Unlike you, I need to study.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Jin replied with a cocky grin. “I did get all early acceptances.”

“Whatever, nerd,” you said.

You and Jin quickly made your way to the foyer of the school, exiting the building. Outside, it was growing cold. It was early December, but no snow had fallen yet.

Jin wasn’t the smartest student, but he was incredibly hardworking so his grades were among the highest. He had applied to all life science programs despite your attempts to get him to attend culinary school.

“Have you decided where you’re going to go yet?” you asked. Since Jin had been accepted to all the programs he had applied to, his choices weren’t limited.

“Yeah,” Jin replied, a little sheepishly. “I accepted my offer to K University. They offered me a great scholarship, too.”

“No way! Awesome!” you cheered, patting Jin’s arm. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Well, I didn’t know how you’d react,” Jin explained, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “But I’m glad you’re happy. Thought you might be upset since K University is pretty much across the country.”

“Oh,” you replied quietly.

Jin turned to you, a gentle smile on his lips. “You forgot, didn’t you?” he laughed. He ruffled your hair. “Don’t worry, I’ll come and visit. There’s no need to be sad about that.”

“I guess,” you said, eyes downcast.

Of course you were going to be upset about your best friend moving away. But Jin was more than that–you had liked him since you met in middle school. Obviously, Jin had no idea, but he always treated you kindly, so you figured staying his friend would be fine.

But now that he was going to move away, you wondered if hiding your feelings was worth it in the first place. Now, it just hurt. Mortifyingly, your eyes began to water.

“Y/N, are you crying?” Jin asked suddenly, grabbing your cheeks in between his palms and forcibly lifting your head up.

“No,” you snivelled, tears running down your face. “Shut up!”

“So cute!” Jin squealed, pulling you into his arms in a tight embrace. Other students stared as they walked by, but Jin paid them no mind. “You’re so cute, Y/N!”

“Leave me alone!” you whined, your tears still refusing to stop. “I’m not crying!”

“I can hear you sniffling,” Jin laughed. Still, he stroked your hair soothingly. Jin continued in a more serious voice, “But seriously, Y/N, I promise I’ll come and visit. We can still talk every day.”

“It won’t be the same,” you mumbled. Eventually, you pulled yourself away from Jin’s arms, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. “It’s my fault, I guess. I was stupid enough to fall for my best friend.”

Your heart stopped. Both you and Jin froze, your eyes meeting and widening. Jin was the first to regain his composure. 

“Uh, what?” he asked eloquently.

“Ha ha, sike!” you exclaimed weakly. You shot finger guns at Jin, trying to ignore the fiery blush that was spreading across your cheeks. “Got you bad, ha ha!”

“Wait, Y/N,” Jin interrupted, annoyed. “Stop that.”

“Well I’m just going to go home now,” you continued awkwardly, already beginning to back away. “I’ll catch you later, crocodile.”

“It’s alligator,” Jin corrected. “But that’s besides the point! Y/N, we need to talk about this.”

“About what?” you asked. Then you spun on your heel and sprinted away. “Bye, Jin!”

You heard him calling after you, but you kept running. Your shame fuelled you, and once you got home, you felt like crying all over again. This time, no one was there to comfort you. 

After sobbing into your pillow for around an hour, you sat up feeling calmer. Grabbing your phone, you turned on the screen to see dozens of missed calls and messages from Jin. You blushed again and quickly powered your phone off.

Deciding the best way to solve this problem was to pretend it never existed in the first place, you flopped onto your bed and let your eyes slip shut. Eventually, your mind cleared, and you were able to drift off into sleep.

After what only felt like a few minutes, you were woken by a banging sound. Shooting upright, you felt your heart pounding in your chest. The sun had already fallen, and your room was dim. The banging sound continued. Was someone trying to break in?

“Fuck!” someone swore from outside. You recognized the voice immediately–how could you not? Jin.

You deflated, sighing resignedly. There was no avoiding problems when it came to Jin. He never liked leaving conflict unsolved. You just hoped you would be able to salvage your pride–and your friendship–after this conversation.

Eventually, Jin’s body appeared through the window parallel to your bed. With shaky arms, he slid the window pane open and tumbled into your bedroom.

“Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“What do you think?” Jin snapped, brushing dirt off of his clothes. He turned to you, his gaze narrowing. “You ran away from me, ignored my calls and my texts, and didn’t answer the door. What else could I do but climb through your window?”

“I don’t know, wait until I was ready to talk about it?” you replied, just as sharply.

“Why would I do that?” Jin asked. “You finally confessed to me.”

“I didn’t con–wait, what do you mean, finally?” you spluttered.

“It was obvious, Y/N. Of course I noticed, I’m not an idiot,” Jin replied, crossing his arms. You blushed and looked away, biting your lip. You weren’t ready for Jin to move away, and you certainly weren’t ready to for him to reject you. “The only idiot here is you. I can’t believe you couldn’t tell. Obviously, I like you too.”

“What?” you demanded, spinning to look at Jin. Unable to formulate any coherent sentences, you just spluttered at your best friend who was looking at you judgementally. “What!?”

“So dumb,” Jin sighed, shaking his head. “I’ve liked you for so many years. But I knew you weren’t ready to accept your own feelings, so I waited it out. Too bad it took you so damn long.”

“Rewind! Rewind!” you yelled. “You like me? You like me?“

“Yes, I like you!” Jin laughed, walking closer to you. He stopped once he was standing directly in front of you, forcing him to look up at him. “How could I not? You’re kind, pretty, funny, and honest–usually.”

“Seriously, you mean it?” you asked. “This isn’t some elaborate prank? A big ‘fuck you’ before you leave forever?”

“What? No,” Jin said, a little offended. “I really do like you, Y/N. I’m going to be moving away, but that won’t change my feelings for you. I’ve liked you for years, even during your emo phase.”

“Aw, don’t bring that up now,” you whined. You peered up at Jin, your gaze unwavering. “You’re really not just saying that because you feel bad for me?”

Jin rolled his eyes dramatically. Then, he leaned down and cupped your face, holding it in place. He closed the distance between the two of you, his lips brushing softly over yours.

“I’m not making anything up,” Jin whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips. “Do you believe me now?”

“Fine,” you replied breathlessly. “But no take backs!”

You flung your arms around Jin’s neck, smashing your mouths together. Jin laughed agains your lips before returning the kiss wholeheartedly. You seriously regretted not confessing your feelings earlier.

But better late than never, you guessed.

- Girl in Luv

BBMAs guys!!! BTS is out there making history. I’m so proud!!! Also…they slayed! They all looked so good. The foreheads were showing! Everything was great! Wish they performed, but it was nice to see them at the show. I wonder if they’re turning up now ;) Thanks for reading guys, hope you enjoyed!!! 💛

anonymous asked:

don't you think 4.03 is a bit too early for a kiss? like in real time lexa died almost a year ago, but on the show it's only been 2 weeks max. i don't think they'll move on to bellarke that fast, even if that's what they did with finn and clexa.

I honestly don’t give a fuck about lxa. Don’t come into my bellarke blog saying I need to consider Lxa because I DO NOT. 

She is part of Clarke’s story but she is not the only part. 

And I’m tired of making everything about Lxa. 

Read it again.

I DON’T CARE ABOUT LXA. That’s for people to do on CL blogs. They can go crazy with the world shattering love that was CL. IT’s’ awesome. But this is a bellarke blog and that makes BELLARKE the most important relationship.

Clarke continues on after her (if I’m being generous) week long love affair. (If I’m not being generous, ONE HOUR. Do NOT come at me about the importance of a good bye fuck when I’m coming out of a disastrous 10 year long marriage with children, just do NOT.)

When I write about Clarke and Bellamy, I am not thinking about Lxa. Because I do not care about Lxa.

Clarke loved her. She did. Great.

Clarke loves a lot of people, and sadly she has LOST a lot of them. 

But do you know who Clarke loves and has NOT lost? 

Bellamy Blake.

Clarke Griffin has learned to love the people she loves when she has them. Lxa’s loss was tragic and traumatic, but Clarke wasn’t building a life with her, she was leaving. The worst thing about it was that she didn’t get to express herself with her when she had her. Now she gets to BUILD a life with someone she loves.


L’s loss is not an impediment to her love for Bellamy. If you don’t feel that way, that’s your right. But it’s my right to focus on Bellarke, so that’s what I’m doing.

😘Now or Never [Part 3] (Ethan x Reader)

Summary:  girl okay I need an ethan smut where him and the reader build a cute ass pillow fort together and it’s all fluffy then ethan starts teasing her and yeah, i trust you! - your fav ethan hoe, sam 😇

Warnings: Daddy kink/Boner mentioned

A/N: God bless Sam. This is my first daddy kink thing so please bare with me! Requests are OPEN

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Part 1 and Part 2

“Don’t.” Was all he said before he pressed his lips against mine hard before everything went dark. I felt the back of my knees press against the arm of the couch before I realized what was happening. Ethan was kissing me right now. I was kissing him back before I felt his hands grip my hips as my arms locked around his neck pulling me closer to him. I pulled away and looked to a dazed looking Ethan. “What’s wrong?” He asks biting his lip. I pecked his nose before running away from him and crawling into the fort. Ethan was hot on my trail which made me squeal and he broke out in laughter. I rolled onto my back while Ethan toppled me with his lips on mine. He used one arm to prop himself up while the other one slipped under my body grazing right above my butt. I kissed back passionately while he did the same with a little more force. Ethan and I were making out in my nephews pillow fort they had made. I could feel him lightening up on his kiss.

“Is everything okay?” I asked confused at Ethan’s moves.

“Yeah, but I’m a little turned on to be honest. Is that wrong?” Ethan chuckles which makes me giggle.

“No not at all, but how can I get you more turned on? Asking for a friend.” We laughed as I slid his one arm that was under me down on my butt. Ethan bit his bottom lip with an eyebrow raised as his smile grew on his face.

“This is a little embarrassing.” Ethan says closing his eyes and looking down my body. My arms were still wrapped around his neck. I tilted my head to the side sucking my bottom lip in between my teeth.

“Hmmm?” I smirked and he started laughing which made me laugh. “What E?” I giggled.

“Remember when we first met? Call me what you did when we first met.” He says and I turned my head confused, but then I remembered.

“Okay daddy.” I said and he crashed his lips to mine again this time with a little more force. I felt his tongue graze my bottom lip. I decided to tease him a little bit and keep my mouth closed tightly. He pulled away to where his lips were just centimeters above me. He propped himself up on his elbows so his head and chest were held above me, but the rest of his body was on top of me, his legs in between mine.

“So that’s what you want to do is it?” He asks huskily. I giggled. His grin fades away while he’s watching me. Studying me.

“Yes daddy.” I responded in a mocking tone. He cocks an eyebrow at me and licks his lips. I look in his lust clouded eyes realizing who Ethan Dolan really was. This was a side I was seeing. A side he has never showed me or anyone before.

“Ooo baby girl you’re going to regret that.” He says and he slams his lips against mine hard. His hand slid down my waist and he squeezes my butt hard which makes me gasp and he takes advantage of the opportunity. He slides his tongue against mine which deepened our kiss. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck pulling him closer into me. I could feel him smirking. “See daddy knows what you want.” Ethan says and he starts kissing and sucking on my neck. I clawed against his back while I moaned. He moved his head down leaving soft kisses and hickeys from my neck down my chest. He pulled my shirt down a little so he could see the top of my bra which he proceeded to leave kisses along the silky fabric.

“Ethann.” I moaned which made him stop and he looked up at me. I snapped my gaze to him.

“Who?” He asks gruffly and pulled his hands away from me. Oh man he was serious about this whole daddy thing. It was kinda hot.

“Daddy your kisses feel so good.” I moaned which caused him to smirk at me. He held himself up with one arm while his other hand pressed firmly against my waist pushing me into the floor.

“I would have also accepted daddy E just so you know.” He says before kissing against my bra again and back up my chest, along my jawline, and finally back to my lips. His lips weren’t as hard as before, but more gentle. Of course the kiss was still filled with such tension. I could feel his boner pressing against my thigh as his hand slid in between my thighs teasing me a little but he quickly moved it to my side not messing up our kiss at all. I start to lightly grind into him, which he did the same thing.

“Daddy Ethan how many other girls have you done this with?” I asked which caused him to stop kissing me.

“Honestly, you’re the first. I’ve never felt this bond with anyone before. I do actually like you Y/N.” He says and starts giving my cheek gentle quick kisses which causes me to giggle. He stops to look at me. “I really like you Y/N. Don’t think just because we’re doing this that this is all I want from us. I want the cute Starbucks dates. I want us to go hiking and snowboarding. I want the cuddling when you’re sick and the playful kisses. I want us.” He answers as he brushes a strand of hair from my face. He places a soft gentle kiss on my lips and he stays there. I feel as if time stands still. He pulls away and we look each other in the eye, only to be interrupted by some unwanted company.

“Y/N? Why is there a fort in the living room?” I heard my mom ask which Ethan and I quickly scramble out of the fort. This scene was not a good one presented.

“Y/N where are the boys?” My sister asked looking around.

“Why were you two in there? We’re you two having sex? Y/N what the hell were you thinking? I just met this boy today and now you’re fondling him under the sheets!” My mom screeched which caused Ethan to chuckle for some reason.

“No Mrs. Y/L/N we were just talking I swear. I’m a gentleman and I would talk to you way before hand if I was thinking of anything like that with your daughter.” Ethan says standing straight. My oh my this boy. My mom looks thrown off by his attitude. It was safe to say I never brought home the greatest guys.

“Oh…well alright that’s good. Cause she is special and I would like her to stay that way.” My mom says which causes me to bury my head in my hand.

“It was nice meeting all of you, but I have to go get my truck from Starbucks since I walked Y/N home so she wouldn’t have to walk alone.” Ethan says as he starts towards the door. My mom and him share their goodbyes as I follow behind him. Once we are out of the door he smiles at me.

“You’re good.” I said which made him laugh.

“I really like you and I want to show I’m not like the other guys.” He says which makes me blush. “I really do need to go. Gray’s been texting for about an hour now wondering if I’m dead or not.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek before walking down the road. I debated on saying goodbye a special way. A Now or Never kind of way.

“Bye daddy!” I shouted smirking which stopped him in his tracks.

“Goodnight baby girl.” He says as he turns on his heels starting his walk to Starbucks.

XxRequests are Open and thanks you guys!! Xx


Originally posted by mmuffinmendes

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: I lovee your blog, can you do an imagine where Shawn is dating Camila and you have to watch him date her when he is only dating her for his career and his manager made him and he wants you but doesnt tell u and u cant stand to see him like that anymore and tell him to stay away from you the next time he sees you but then he explains everything and that he likes you & told his manager that he was gonna break up with Camila for u? Thx love!! And english isnt my first language so sorry if its bad!

Note: I haven’t been writing lately and it caused me to have a writing phobia?? lmao meaning i’m scared to post anything I write, anyway I hope ya’ll enjoy!!


“Hey this is Shawn, I can’t get to my phone right now, leave a message!” Beep.

You closed your phone tossing It to the side, you have been trying to contact Shawn for a few weeks now but he hasn’t responded to any of your calls, or texts, not since he has been dating Camila Cabello.

At first it started with him not paying attention to you, to ignoring your existence completely.

It started with him cancelling your movie nights, after that he cancelled any plans you two had to hang out, then not showing up to any of the gatherings with your friends if you were there, now ignoring you completely.

You picked up your phone looking at your lock screen wallpaper, smiling at the photo, which happened to be you and Shawn at your fifteenth birthday. He was always taller than you, so he was kneeling down in the picture hugging you from behind and he was smiling.

You soon got tired and got up from your couch getting ready for bed since it was a bit late, and before you made it half way up your stairs someone knocked your apartment door, you chose to ignore it because it was late and thought that whoever was at the door would just give up and go away, but you thought wrong as the knocking only seemed to be getting louder, you sighed and went to open the door, who would be here this late and what was so important that it couldn’t wait?

You opened the door about to yell at whoever was at the door, but as soon as your eyes landed at whoever was at the door you felt your heart drop, and your eyes widened, he was here. Your instincts told you to shut the door in his face immediately but your heart needed to know why he was ignoring you.

“What are you doing here?” you blurted out.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you, I’m-”

“Shawn, there’s nothing to talk about, the signs you sent me were pretty clear about how you felt.” you mumbled the last part.

“Y/N, listen, I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you, I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you like the plague, its just that I- Urgghhh this is so hard! Listen, Camila-”

“Doesn’t like me and she told you to stay away from me and that’s why you’ve been acting like a complete jerk to me? I know.”

“What? No, Y/N I-” he was cut off by the sound of thunder, and rain. 

“Maybe you should leave, Shawn.” you mumbled backing away a bit as Shawn tried to reach out for you.

“Y/N, I-”

“Bye, Shawn, I hope you have fun with Camila, and have an amazing life.” You said closing the door, and you put your hand over your mouth and sobbed, as he jiggled the door knob and knocked on your door begging you to let him in. And soon enough the jiggling and knocking stopped, assuming he left, but your assumption was dead wrong as you heard a faint humming outside the door, you look outside your window to see that he didn’t leave and was soaking wet in the rain, he never left, he cared.

You open the door and step out into the rain until there are a few steps between the two of you.

“What’re you still doing here?!” you asked him, but he didn’t answer he just walked over to you and pulled you close to him and crashed his lips onto yours. You were shocked to say the least, you have dreamt about this many times but never actually thought it would happen, you couldn’t respond. Whereas Shawn kept kissing you begging for a reaction, and you soon gave in kissing him back.

Pulling back you put a hand on his chest and looked at your feet as you tried to catch your breath, he soon lifted your chin so his eyes could meet yours.

“W-we should get inside.” you stuttered and he nodded taking your hand in his you both entered your apartment heading to your living room, you told him you would be back with towels so he could dry off. Your mind kept wandering to the events that happened outside, he kissed you. What if someone saw you? You stopped assuming the worst and took the towels you found to Shawn so he could dry off.

“Thank you.” he mumbled and you only nodded while he dried off, you only sat on the couch looking at your hands, soon you felt a large hand over yours.

“Can we talk about it?” he said knowing you knew what he was referring to, but you stayed silent and closed your eyes.

“Please say something.” he breathed.

Part 2??????

jacobs-jottings  asked:

I've always been an INTJ on the MBTI test (via 16personalities)- however I decided to redo it. And this time around I've landed on INFJ. There's a lot there that's relatable. But one thing bothers me. I am not that emotional when it comes to me. When it comes to others, yes. Logic sometimes drifts, because I feel like I have to work on compassion in relationships. But when the focus on me, I'm 100% logical and take a rational approach. Can these co-exist? And would that fall under INTJ or INFJ?

Welcome to the blog!
Let’s try to define your type once and for all! =)

Option 1: Trying other binary tests

Here is another test that works similarly to 16personalities: http://www.quistic.com/personality-type/test . Fun fact: this is the one that made us question that my INFJ here was not an INFP after all. 

The thing about 16personalities (as much as I’ve used it in the past as a tool for character description when I write) and these sort of tests is that they are too binomial. They rely only in binary choices (you’re either one option or the other, eg. Feeling or Thinking) and in cases where this differentiation is not sharp enough (your F vs. T), it can end up sorting you into different types, which is what happened here. 

Option 2: Trying cognitive functions tests

Since I only want to recommend you sites that I’ve used, I can only suggest this one: http://www.keys2cognition.com/explore.htm 
I find it useful but difficult to answer for some reason. Plus, it sometimes types me as ENTJ because of my strong Te, but I’m positive that my dominant function is Ni and that I’m an introvert.

Option 3: Understanding cognitive functions and typing yourself

Let’s be honest, this is my favourite option. Why rely on tests when you can read the theory, understand it yourself and apply it on your own?
Since I don’t want to bore you with too much technical information, I’ll just mention the most important points.  INTJ and INFJ have similar functions: 

  • INTJ: Ni - Te - Fi - Se
  • INFJ: Ni - Fe - Ti - Se

Basically both types share the same dominant and inferior functions. Our work here is to see wether your auxiliary function is Te (INTJ) or Fe (INFJ). 

Both Te and Fe are extraverted and perceiving functions. This means that: a) they are focused on the outer world and its events; b) they are used in the process of decision-making. Now let’s spot their differences:

Te (extraverted thinking) – used by INTJ as the auxiliary function

Te uses objective facts when making decisions about the external world.
It values structural order and consistency, it tries to understand and organize the environment and its elements. 

Fe (extraverted feeling) – used by INFJ as the auxiliary function

Fe strives for interpersonal peace. Fe users are good at understanding the needs of others as well as their feelings, motivations, etc. It is generally based on collective rather than individual values.

I think the best hint to see wether you are a Te or a Fe user is analyzing how you make decisions. 

  • INTJ: you make decisions based on what you think. 
  • INFJ: you make decisions based on what you feel.

This has nothing to do with having feelings or not. I can be a very emotional being (a fact that surprises many people for some reason). I have emotions as a result of the situations that I am in and its circumstances, I just don’t act on them.  My decision making process is based on what I believe is the best option and not the one that feels like the best one. The difference might sound subtle but it is not. It also has a lot to do with your priorities.

Bonus: comparing myself to INFJ

Note: this is a subjective comparison between two specific individuals (me and the INFJ moderator of this blog) based on my own observations. What applies to us does not necessarily apply to other INTJs and INFJs. 

– INFJ: values the option that is most likely to assure emotional stability, well-being, feeling safe, comfort, their own happiness or the happiness of others.
– INTJ: values the option that is most likely to assure success (whatever definition it might have for each individual), what is better for the long-run no matter how unpleasant.

– INFJ: emotion-oriented (”I don’t feel like doing this”) 
–INTJ: duty-oriented (”So what?”)

Emotional support: 
– INFJ: is a very good listener. Offers both real emotional support and ways to deal with it (focusing on the first one). 
– INTJ: tell them your problems and they’ll help you deal with them and take action. Don’t expect any other kind of support (”why are people telling me this if they don’t want to deal with it? What’s the purpose of useless whining?”)

Imagine this situation: INFJ and INTJ are in any sort of social event and they want to leave.  
– INFJ: can’t leave because “what if someone gets upset”. 
– INTJ: “lol, bye”.

– INFJ: “If someone feels upset because of something I said, it’s probably my fault”. 
– INTJ: “If someone feels upset because of something I said, it’s probably their problem”. 

Please let us know if there’s any point in particular that you want us to analyse more in depth. 


Go Home

Request: “Could you do an imagine where the reader(female) is dating Malia and the reader gets nervous meeting the pack and “hides” behind Malia begging to go home and cuddle while watching Netflix.”

Ship: Malia Tate x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, anxious, cuteness, minimal swearing, cuddling, etc. (If you have a problem with two girls cuddling and kissing, do not read this and lowkey leave my blog) 

Notes: None of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Your P.O.V

I head into Beacon Hills High for another riveting day of class. Tossing my lunch and other useless items into my locker, I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist, kissing my cheek before pulling away to kiss my face. I giggle at the action, already knowing that it was my beautiful girlfriend, Malia. Malia and I’ve been dating for about a year and a half now, and I couldn’t have be happier. She brought me great join and made things easier on my life. As a partner does. Whenever we were at an event that required lots of talking, she was there to fill the void of empty space. And, considering that I am a very shy person, and Malia being a very vocal person, always had something to say. 

Not having a filter does that to you, I suppose. I clutch my books to my chest, grinning up at her. Our height difference being not so different. Malia kissed my cheek and lips again, grinning as I attempted to pull away from her. “Malia, not here!” I hissed but smiled. I wasn’t into public affection, not wanting to draw attention to myself anymore than I would need to. But Malia, well, she was a completely different story. She loved to put our PDA on the table. I knew her well enough, not only did she proudly vocalize it when I asked. But she adored me and wanted to show the world how lucky she was to have me. And, being a werewolf and all, liked to show territorial dominance over anyone dared to glance at my direction. 

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She wanted to show the world that I was hers and she was mine. I intertwine my hand with hers, smiling. Malia grins back down at me, a simple action that I’ve fallen in love with. Whenever she looked at me, her smiles were soft, kind. A thing most people didn’t get the chance to see. I, being the lucky few. She walks me to first block class. I can’t help but glance at how beautiful she was, pure giddiness and adoration ran through me. Malia caught me staring once or twice, smirking to herself as I flushed red. When we got to my classroom, she kissed me goodbye and went to her class. I took my seat, still smiling from what had just happened. How could I have gotten so lucky? After class, Malia laced her hands with mine, stopping at her locker. 

“Okay, don’t freak out, but there’s a few people I want you to meet.” I took a step back, still surprised by her forwardness. “Who?” She grinned, the smile I’ve always loved. “My pack. We’re having a pack party and I really want to introduce you to them.” My heart stopped cold. I wasn’t good with meeting knew people. My anxiety and shyness has continued to let me explore. Deep down though, I wanted to make Malia happy. She noticed an internal war fester within me, wrapping her warm hands around my face, a small action that brought me great comfort. “Please, (Y/n).” She begged. “These people are like my family. Please come. For me?” I look into her eyes, her beautiful pleading eyes. Malia didn’t ask much from me so when she practically begged this from me, I knew these people must’ve meant something big to her. Sighing in defeat, I nod my head. “Fine. I’ll go.” 

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She giggles loudly, wrapping her arms my neck, kissing my face, profusely.  “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much! I’ll pick you up at seven! Bye, babe!!” She hops out of the school, almost giddy. I can’t help but grin at the sight. Deep down, however, my heart dropped at the thought of being with a group of people I didn’t know, and or associate with. God, what was I gonna say? Fuck, I’m gonna embarrass myself so badly.. I head on home, debating in my head on what I should wear. I spend the next three hours preparing lines in the bathroom, trying on, what felt like, hundreds, if not thousands of outfits. Finally being beyond fed up, I threw some black jeans on with a beanie, a batman shirt, a black jacket and some converse. Casual and fun? Right? Ugh, fuck it. I need to grow a vagina and woman up. 

My girlfriend needs me tonight, damn it. I ain’t gonna wuss out of this. I put on a determined expression, muttering already planned small talk in my head as a reminder. Glancing down at my watch to check the time, I sigh. 6:58. I spray myself with perfume before walking out, knowing that Malia would be exactly on time. Two minutes passed, and, like I predicted, she was right on time, as always. “Hey there, hot stuff. Ready for some fun!” She said, excitedly. I try to put on an equally cheerful expression, but my girlfriend being a werewolf and all, read my demeanor easily. “Yeah, so excited to have some fun.” I pop open my door, sliding into my seat. I can’t help but shake with nerves, my foot, unknowingly to me, continued to hop up and down as we drove closer to the party. 

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As we pulled up, Malia took my face in her hands. I didn’t realize how beautiful she was until now, sporting a white shirt with a pair of light blue jeans and some high tops. Though her hair was short, it cascaded her face perfectly. Her face slightly brighter than normal, but I would assume it was the slight adjustment with her make-up routine. “(Y/n), your heart beat is really fast?!” She says, worriedly. “Deep breaths, babe. Look, I know I am asking a lot of you. But- I really want you to meet them. These people are like my family. And I have been dying to show you off to them and-” I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, almost needy. Our lips mold together in a happy formation. When I release, her lips are swollen and Malia is completely in awe, literally breath taken. 

“Wow-” She manages to spew out. “What was that for?” I smile, pressing my hand to her cheek. “Malia, though I am very scared, half of the nerves come from you. What can I say, you make me nervous. But I am willing to do absolutely anything for you. Let’s go meet your friends.” She grins, giggly before kissing me again. I hop out of the car, sliding my hand in her palm to pull her back towards me. I kiss her again, more slowly this time. “You look gorgeous, by the way.” I manage to mutter to her. We lace fingers before making our way up to the house. The music practically bled through the windows and doors. Though I said I’d do anything for Malia, which is true, that didn’t stop my heart from racing. The second we reach the door, Malia hit the bell, smiling. Hoping she didn’t notice, I tried to hide behind her. 

A short girl with strawberry blonde hair opened the door, with pursed lips and a hard stare. Though her serious expression lightened greatly once her eyes fell on Malia. “Malia!! Finally! Where’s your girlfriend you keep telling us about?” Oh, fuck. Here we go. Malia moved to show me off to the girl who now eyed me up and down, as if she were scanning me with lazer vision. “Lydia, meet my girlfriend.” My cheeks heat up under her icy gaze. I force my hand out, muttering. “H-Hi, I-I’m (Y/n). Malia’s g-girlfriend.” She takes it, smirking back at Malia. “You got a good one. She’s cute. Come on in.” I sigh in relief, happy that the attention is no longer on me. But deep down, I knew that it wouldn’t last for long. All of a sudden, a group of people came up to Malia. Shit.. Lydia takes the initiative to introduce me. 

“Guys, that’s (Y/n). Malia’s girlfriend.” Their gazes moved to me. Almost immediately, my face flushed and I swear I perspired through my jacket cause I was sweating so bad. “H-Hi.” I embarrassingly croak out. A short Asian girl smiled up at me, her arm wrapped around another boy who towered over her. Boyfriend, I would guess. “Awe she’s shy. It’s okay, sweetheart. We don’t bite. I’m Kira. It’s nice to meet you.” I take her hand, not daring to hold her gaze. “It’s an honor to meet you, Kira. A-All of you. Malia talks so highly of you.” The boy who’s hands were wrapped around Kira spoke, smiling slightly. He looked warm, welcoming. “I hope all good things. I’m Scott, by the way. We’ve actually heard quite a lot about you too.” My eyes went wide as I fidgeted with my hands. “Oh, really? L-Like what?” I say, nervously, glancing back at Malia with fear. 

Before anyone could speak, Kira jumped up, practically shouting. “Oh! You must be parched! Let me grab you a water!” I manage to mutter a quick thank-you before she comes bouncing back. I rather liked her. She seemed nice. As I was taking a sip, boy around the same height as Scott said, with a smirk, still piggy-backing off our previous conversation. “She said, and I quote, ‘My girlfriend’s pretty good at a lot of things. But my favorite quality has to be that she’s great with her hands.’” I choke on the water, completely surprised that Malia said that to them. But then again, it was Malia. I shouldn’t be shocked by her forwardness and filter-less vocabulary. Coughing, I clear my throat, completely flustered. “Good to know.” Malia giggled at my embarrassing state, wrapping her hand around my waist. “Between you and me-” She says towards the group. “If I thought she was good with her hands, I can’t wait to tell you how amazing she is with her tou-” 

Wide eyed, I covered her mouth. “No, no, no. W-We don’t need to finish that sentence.” The boy that spoke earlier, Stiles, rotated our conversation into the kitchen. There, we relaxed, ate and hung out. I only spoke when I needed to. And of course, Malia over-shared and continued to fill the empty silence with her unfiltered words. Not really bothering me as much as I thought it would. However, the only thing that worried me, was being with new people. It’s not like they weren’t great, because they were. I was just not accustomed to them yet. I lace my hand with Malia, whispering only so that she could hear, hoping that they wouldn’t listen in or pry. “Hey babe. Can we go back to my house and watch Netflix?” She glances back at me, pouting. “Awe, we’ve only been here for a few hours!” I sighed, pleading slightly. “Malia. Please. Can we go home and watch Neflix and cuddle?”

I continued, fidgiting. “I met them and they’re really nice and amazing. I just need more time to get use to them. I need more time to break out of this stupid shell. Until then, can we go?” Malia saw the pure desperation in my eyes, sighing before smiling back at me. “Alright guys, we’re gonna head out. We’ll see you Monday morning.” I waved my hand good-bye as we headed out. The second we left the house, I sighed in relief. Though, on the way home, I couldn’t help but feel guilt. “I’m sorry we couldn’t stay longer.” Malia looked back at me with a small smile. “Don’t worry about it. I was kind of getting annoyed with Stiles and Derek giving each other the googly eyes. I am so proud of you though.” I asked, surprised. “Really?” She nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah, you are a rather quiet person and you took the risk to step out of your comfort zone for me tonight. Thank you.” 

I smile, softly. Feeling a lot better than before. The second we get back to my house, I pulled out the blankets and turned on my Netflix. As I turned around, I couldn’t help but giggle. Malia sat on the couch, curled up in a blanket, hot cocoa in hand. She looked absolutely precious. She slapped the side of the couch, grinning. “Pop a squat, babe.” I do so, wrapping my arms around her as she burrowed the top of her head in my neck. “Thank you.” I mutter, kissing her head. She looked back up at me, smiling. “I love you.” Grinning, I kiss her passionately. “I love you too.” 

(I hope you liked it!!) 

cop car || dylan o'brien

word count: 3088

warnings: an amazing date that i’m high-key jealous of

prompt: based on this song

author’ note: i thought an imagine in dylan’s pov would be cute so i wrote this. this imagine has been posted before, but i am posting it again because my old blog was deleted.

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let’s just put it out there before i say anything, PAY NO HEED TO THIS SHITTY GRAPHIC OKAY. and i know i haven’t been very active this last week but that’s because life has been slapping me in the face.

so it’s been two years TO THE DAY and one blog move later, but holli is still here???? i can’t even fully comprehend that fact. that’s just…. WOW. it’s wow. i jump around from blog to blog rather regularly so i never really thought holli was going to stick like she has. but i’m rather glad she did. i’ve met so many cool people. i’ve put up with some weird ass drama on my ride here as well. but, in the great expanse of it all, i feel like i’ve grown a lot as a writer and as a person because of it. does that make sense? gosh, i hope so. anyway, prepare for the sap fest that’s coming up. because, shit. it’s super sappy.

also i may have forgotten some people, because it feels like i have. but PLEASE know. if you’re seeing this at all, know i appreciate you and love you. thank you for being here ! <3 <3

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Your Savior - 25

I cannot believe that I am posting the 25th chapter of this fic! Thank you all so much for continuing to support this and me by reading, liking, commenting, messaging, and re-blogging! I currently have no plans of stopping this story anytime soon, so hopefully you all plan on continuing to read it!

To those that have been with me since the beginning: thank you for giving me the initial courage to keep writing and for your unwavering dedication to keep reading after all this time. To those that have just jumped on ship or joined along the way, marathon reading chapter after chapter: thank you for giving me hope that the story as a whole is worth pursuing. Everyone: thank you. Just thank you. I love you all.

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Chapter 25


Swearing, Negan being Negan, mentions of past sexual assault

When morning came you were hesitant to get out of bed, unwilling to discuss last night’s conversation with Negan with Matthew. Thankfully though, he seemed perfectly fine to keep pretending that he had been asleep, and you were unwilling to push the issue.

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Author Self Fic Rec

This was one of the hardest things ever! Two of my favorite people, @suddenclarityharry and @dimpled-halo tagged me to talk about my five favorite fics that I have written so far! And it’s really difficult when I have so many, but oh boy… Here goes. 

5. Monday Meetings. This was my very first fic in the fandom, so it holds a lot of special memories for me. It was the first thing I started writing only a few weeks after I started reading fan fiction and also the first story I’ve ever completed. I have a lot of original things on my computer, but nothing ever came of those. MM was actually finished and I got a lot of wonderful comments on it, even though I really had no idea what I was doing, lol. This (plus the sequel, Wednesday Edits) are the only fics that I have in a series right now, but hopefully that changes one day!

4. I Can’t Say Goodbye (Are There Windows in Heaven?). Definitely one of my lesser known fics. This was written at a time when I was just really struggling with a lot of emotional issues and was just really critical of religion and God and everything (not that I was a super believe before, but, you know… I was worse at this stage of life). So it was helpful for me to have a way to channel that emotion into something productive. And I got a few comments saying that my fic was helpful to other people, so that makes it even better. 

3. Like to Keep You Laughing. My first ace fic! I loved writing this fic, because it required a lot of research into asexuality and aromanticism. This is also one of my few fics that doesn’t have any actual smut, and it took until writing this to realize that people actually do read your fics if they don’t have smut, but are written well (up until then I had seen otherwise). I’m just so proud of this fic because I’ve received so many comments on it from people on the ace/aro spectrum saying how accurate it was and how the fic perfectly described their own emotions. And that really meant a lot. I also just love the characters in this fic and would love to return to this verse one day. 

2. Bye Bye’s Are Not For Legends (I’m Forever Young). Another of my lesser known fics, this was a first for a lot of reasons - first superhero fic, first supernatural fic, first chaptered fic I’d ever written all at once, first fic with fight scenes, first fic with another spoken language in it… and a few others that i can’t think of right now. This fic was so much fun to write, and I got to be really creative with it. I got to read all about the four horsemen of the apocalypse and figure out who in OT4 would be each, which was surprisingly easy. I got to research other countries and different landmarks there, and the history of certain countries. Of course, my obsessive nature took over and I overanalyzed a lot, but it came out so well and I’m so proud of it! 

1. Branching Out. I always say this fic is my favorite, but I really do think it’s the one that I go back and reread the most. I don’t read the whole fic over again, because that would take me forever, but just certain scenes and chapters of it. It’s probably the most original fic I’ve ever written and definitely the most complicated. It was the first fic I wrote that included flashbacks, and that’s something that I still use in fics today. It has all kinds of drama, and it’s one of the only fics I’ve written where you really need to read the tags. And there was a lot of controversy surrounding it, but I’m over it now. It’s been two years since I finished it, believe it or not. And I still love it. 

Honorable mention definitely goes to my most popular fic, the lube fic, A Match Made in Aisle Three (Everybody Cut Footloose). This was probably the first time that one of my fics was really recced on Tumblr. MM had some success on different pages, but Aisle Three really sort of took over a lot of blogs at the same time, and I was not used to that, haha. 

So many people have already done this, but I’m going to tag @becomeawendybird @jaerie and @100percentsassy to do this if they would like! Also, @letsjustsee and @hrrytomlinson, even though you don’t have five fics on AO3, I’m still tagging you, if you just want to rank your fics in order? Or favorite chapters or something? I don’t know! No one should feel obligated to do so. And anyone else who would like to do this, of course! <3

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so my Grandmaster posted this on my Facebook today.

(and yes, before you ask, he has “Master” listed as part of his name because he’s trained for like 50 years and nobody refers to him by his first name okay enough disclosures here)

if you’re just tuning in, I train in taekwondo. I have been for a couple years now. I’m currently an advanced blue belt. and I’ve loved it for the most part. It’s been a huge part of my life, yadda yadda yadda. read my “steph does taekwondo” tag if you want more backstory

recently I’ve been having a hard time. I have thought about quitting a lot. my main instructor predominately teaches at another dojang now, I only see him in passing maybe once a month. I miss him a lot. There was just a black belt class that tested, and most of them will stop training regularly. We’ve had a ton of changes in people, class time, focus, etc.

sometimes I’m the only adult training with a bunch of kids. sometimes grandmaster is too busy and the class is largely unstructured. sometimes he’ll tell the black belts to do one thing, he takes the white belts, and then I’m left to just figure it out. I do a lot of poomsae on my own.

in fact, since my instructor is at the other school right now, I’m alone a lot. Grandmaster largely ignores me.

the other day, we had an unusual class of 10+ people, 8 of them lower rank than me, so I was at the front of the room (we line up in order if that makes sense). Grandmaster stood opposite of me, calling out various kicks and drills he wanted us to do. he commented on everyone’s performance - “B, nice job. C, kick higher. R - switch your feet.” etc etc. except me. he said nothing to me or about me and I was two feet in front of him. it was as if he was looking through me. I even purposely did the wrong moves for one drill just to see if he’d notice or say something. He didn’t.

a couple Saturdays ago, we had a “poomsae seminar” with a master from Korea that Grandmaster has known forever and really respects. it was three hours long. THREE HOURS. and guess how many times we did each Taeguek form? once. the first 2.5 hours were spent on just punching, kicking, stretching, and having to do punishment push-ups and stuff because the younger belts couldn’t focus and kept mouthing off. I got a good workout, but I was sooo frustrated by the end. I was anticipating spending much more time going through each form, getting specific feedback, etc. the seminar was for colored belts, they had a separate seminar later that afternoon for black belts, and that’s exactly what they did. they all said they loved it.

Monday’s class, Grandmaster asked students what they learned during the weekend’s seminar. Each black belt stated something that the visiting Master taught them - the timing for a poom, clarification on whether it’s a blade hand over a fist, the height of the kick or the degree of the turn. they were all happy with it.

Grandmaster turns to me and asks me what I learned. I said “nothing new” which I immediately realized was the incorrect answer. He said, “nothing?” and I explained that I had envisioned spending more time doing the actual poomsae forms, since the seminar was called “poomsae seminar.” I said that I felt like it wasn’t for me and that I wasn’t interested in doing another seminar.

He. Went. Off. On. Me.

And I know I’m overly sensitive. but he began ranting about how dumb I must be to think that we would have done poomsae for three hours, that poomsae is made up of each individual movement and that the focus was to strengthen each piece so that the whole would be stronger, and that he was watching me at the seminar and I was making a lot of mistakes and that it’s foolish of me to think that I don’t need to work on the basics and how dare I think I deserve to go to nationals if I can’t even withstand a simple seminar

I just kinda bowed my head and said okay and tried to not cry. he walked away from me and left me to practice my poomsae. but how do you practice after that? he just told me to do individual pieces, not the full forms. I have four different forms that could be selected for competition - which do I choose? do I pick the part I’m least familiar with, knowing he’ll come by and tell me every little thing I did wrong, or do I do a part I know real well? but then I’m not practicing really.

I was kinda frozen there when he turned away from the other students and back to me. he said, “well go on then, Stephanie.” and I replied, “I don’t know what you want me to do.”

he began speaking again but honestly I didn’t hear any more of his words. because now is when I started crying. I work so hard, spend countless hours in the dojang, practice over and over, watch videos of other competitors to see what they do, and all I want is for him to see me and acknowledge me. I don’t care if all he does is correct me, at least that’d show that he’s watching. at the state competition last month, he didn’t watch me perform. He didn’t give me a pep talk before or criticism or praise after. he didn’t even wave from across the room. my instructor watched me; he was the only one.

I had just burst into tears in the middle of class and he. Kept. Talking. He didn’t soften his tone or do anything to show that he even realized I was upset. I, completely embarrassed, said “I gotta go” and ran off the mat. I went into the bathroom where I proceeded to have a full blown anxiety attack. It took several minutes for me to calm down. Finally, i got it together enough to leave the bathroom, grab my gym bag, return to the bathroom to change my clothes, and walk out. I heard him ask, “are you okay?” and I said no and just kept walking. I cried all the way home.

that was April 17, the last time I went to class. the next day, he called me. at least, I think it was him. I don’t have his personal number. He called at 8:30pm, the time the last class ends - no one calls me then. But I was too scared to answer. He didn’t leave a message.

I have a lot of other things going on in my life right now, including a job promotion that starts Monday and my continued house hunting, and I decided to take a little break from training. It’s been a major source of stress and I don’t need that negativity right now. I didn’t really choose a specific timeline for a break - I had my gym bag in my car but each day chose to drive home instead of to the dojang. As each day passed, the more anxious I felt about returning. I thought - “what if he’s mad? what if he yells at me again? what if I have another anxiety attack?” So I haven’t gone back.

I also thought - “what if he doesn’t care? I could just never return, would he notice? Would he say something?”

So on one hand, I’m glad he reached out to me on Facebook. Because he must care at least a little. On the other hand, I’m apprehensive. What if this just blows over and then he goes back to ignoring me?

Sigh. So that’s where I am right now. I don’t know if I’m going to nationals. I don’t know what will happen. I don’t know when I’ll see my instructor again. I don’t even know how to reply to his Facebook post.

but I do know I’ll be in class on Monday.

anonymous asked:

Hey tiny! okay this is going to sound weird but I can't get it out of my head. But doesn't Lie and stigma sound kinda like a conversation with jimin and tae. Sorry it's just ever since I listened to the songs I've been thinking about it and wanted to tell someone. You are awesome! Thank you for your amazing blog. Bye bye

Aww thank you so much:) I made a vid combining the two songs and even the tone in them will make you think about it. But being me, I took the liberty in doing a little investigating for you 

The name of Jimin’s song is “LIE”

Tae talks about putting the blame on someone else.

Deeper, deeper, the wound just gets deeper

Like pieces of broken glass that I can’t reverse

Deeper, it’s just the heart that hurts every day

(You) who was punished in my stead,
You who were only delicate and fragile

In which, Jimin responds with:

It keeps happening even though I run away

I’m caught in a lie. Caught in a lie

Find the me that was innocent

I can’t free myself from this lie

Give me back my laughter

Caught in a lie
. Take me out of this hell

I can’t free myself from this pain

Save the me who’s being punished

Punished for what?

Jimin is hurting and crying out about wanting to get rid of this lie. This lie he made. But it didn’t have to be particularly made for him. It could have been made for someone else.

Tae is telling this person not to cry and repeatedly saying I’m sorry.

Stop crying, tell me something

Try saying to me, who had no courage

Why did you do that to me then. I’m sorry

Forget it,
what right do I have

To tell you to do this, or that

He’s telling him to stop crying and tell him why he did it. And Jimin too, also replies directly to this person. Both of them saying “tell me.” Which implies that they want the other to respond.

Tell me
With your sweet smile
Tell me
Tell me like you’re whispering into my ears
Don’t be like a prey
Be Smooth like a like a snake
I want to escape but

Here as well, this is when Jimin starts going back and forth between enjoying the lie and wanting to get rid of it.

“Temptation” being the main focus of the Wings album.

Also, just like the story, “Omelas” Jimin is the child that takes the punishment for all the people in the utopia. The one who suffers for his friends’ happiness in “Spring Day”

Reminder of Jimin’s verse: Take me out of this hell. Aka the basement.

Ah woo woo
Get away away away from me
Get away away from me
Ah woo woo
Whatever it takes, save me, me
Save me

Jimin through his temptation, actually wants to be saved, for he has done nothing wrong. Taehyung hears him and apologizes for not being able to protect him, thus Jimin needing to be saved.


It’s only that I’m very sorry towards you

Again, cry because I couldn’t protect you

And if you think about the other solos, none of the boys really talk about anything really depressing as LIE and STIGMA. The rest of bts are talking about themselves or people that we already know and are acquainted with. The person Jimin and Tae are singing to have to be connected to the mv storyline.

Unless I didn’t know, Tae didn’t have an abusive family and I don’t know a soul that would hurt Jimin this badly to write a song about it. That’s how I know, these two songs were made for the mv series. Not real life.

So we know for certain, that these two songs haven’t revealed who Tae and Jimin were singing to.

Oddly enough, this fits well with my theory and they could be talking to each other (the characters they play in the mvs) but just not directly. Like everything with bts.

So yes, Jimin has in fact been caught in a lie.

Easter Bunny

Word count: 1,564

Genre: fluff

Description: You are JYP’s first black female idol and you are doing a collab stage with Got7 and a certain foreigner has a crush on you.

Request: HI, I was wondering if your request box was open, I was hoping if you could do a got7 scenario with Jackson when you’re JYP’s first black female Kpop idol of a girl group and his bias. Our two groups do a collaboration stage and instantly hit it off. The reader also doesn’t fir the natural Korean status as she’s really thick and curvy, but she’s also short like 5′2-5′3. Plus she’s like the main dancer/rapper of the group, thank you! I hope it’s not too much.

A/N: I was gonna add a gif but tumblr is not complying *cries* Also, sorry it took me so long @themelaninlife. I’ve been trying to balance school and housework and this blog and i’ve put this off for too long and I sincerely apologize :’(

“Hey Y/N sweetie, how’s Korea treating you? Are your members from Blue Skies treating you well?” Your mom asked with a choppy voice. It had been a few months since you had last spoken to your mom and to say you were homesick would be an understatement.
Living in Korea was fun the first few years as you got to learn more about the culture and the country and the food, but ever since you debuted you slowly but surely became more and more homesick. When back in the States, you could talk to your mom everyday for hours on end; but now, you talked to your mom once every few months. And it didn’t help that your label mates Got7 got to go to America twice this year while you were stuck promoting in Korea, China, and Japan. Every time they came back from America they told you how great the food was and Mark tells you how great a home-cooked meal is after months of not having one. 

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heyy! first of all, i love your blog <3 i mean it slays my whole entire existence. second of all, could you write something about fred & hermione’s first kiss or first anything? ok bye love you


ps you are adorable

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Hermione sat under the tree, a book open on her lap. The autumn sun was starting to set and she knew she should head back inside. Harry and Ron were finishing up on the Quidditch pitch and they would be shooed inside any minute.

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happy easter, y’all Testing me

happy easter y’all, did you want some DRAMA TEA with your basket? ur getting it anyway

i’m not trying to be that guy but is @warpedrp really going with the excuse of “we’ve been out of bandom and we’ve never seen the rps we’re similar to” after my co mod approached them about copying my formats/set ups/etc? because honestly, if y’all really had no idea about exposehq or vansrp, you wouldn’t have felt the need to change things and you guys sure as hell wouldn’t have my blogs blocked right now (esp when i’ve never contacted you? if you’ve been out of bandom for a year how y’all know who i am? i didn’t become a bandom known blog until summer of last year? 2+2=boy bye

and let me be clear, i’m not claiming gossip rps or point systems because i know damn well i’m not the first to use them, i’m talking about set ups. i put a lot of work into all of my rps, which is why they’re almost always successful (props 2 me tbh?) and i do everything when it comes to setting up my rps. i do the theme, the plot, the pages, etc. i do that all because i want it to be mine—so spiteful ass ex co mods like y’all can’t take it without pulling a robbery.  i do things a specific way and i have specific, borderline fussy rules that i’ve always incorporated into my games - ones that don’t just accidentally show up on other people’s on accident. and if you want to include rules that i do, more power to you, but don’t pretend like you thought that shit up yourself. and don’t pretend like it didn’t come from me, either. we’ve all been inspired by other rps, be honest about it. 

p.s. ‘mod trevor’, yes i’m pretty sure you were mod luke in my rp up until like a couple of days ago. not to be that guy, but there aren’t a lot of 23 year old male identifying muns in band rp… ya kinda stick out a lil bit. and your co mod ‘mod ian’ is the same age, pronouns, and timezone of the writing partner that left with you when you dropped from expose. it’s funny how 12 hours after you left, this rp magically popped up. i don’t know for 100% certain if it’s y’all but i mean… if the shoe fits?? and while i was writing this post i was told that y’all were trying to recruit ppl from my rp (which used to be urs until u stepped down??) for your rp… that’s ugly. one of u asked one of my friends lmao 

and f.y.i., i saw y’all on this blog before you even opened—my stat counter clocks you coming to my blog from your main page. y’all know that tumblr accounts save the ip addresses of whomever logs onto them, right? so i can see the ip addresses of everyone who has been on exposehq? lmfao y’all had the nerve to link back to my resources after you damn near copy and pasted your pages from me??  since y’all wanna lie, i wanna make a scene, so let’s do some side by sides of this shit and see where it gets us.

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Please Stay Forever With We

Request by @onlythebestfandoms

Hey!! So, I’ve just discovered your blog and holy cheeseballs it’s amazing! It’s just so!!!!! good???? Like holy wow???? How???? Sorry I just got very excited. Could you write something angsty with Patrick (FOB obvs) and Brendon- love triangle? Maybe Brendon is your bf but he’s a total cheater (who can blame him he’s hot af) and Patrick finds out and tells you but you don’t believe him until you find out too and then angst and Patrick becoming your bf maybe? Sorry if it’s too specific. Thanks!!


It’s the middle of September and your college campus was busier than usual. The familiar sound of freshmen moving in was evident outside the door. Right now you are sitting in Patrick’s dorm with your boyfriend Brendon, his arm wrapped around you. You’d been dating for about 9 months and you were completely, madly in love. Patrick on the other hand couldn’t stand Brendon. He hated him and thought he was the biggest douche to ever walk the earth. Sure, he has a history of being a player and never staying long term relationships, but people can change, right? Maybe he just needed to find you to realize that he only needed one person to make him happy.

Patrick is sitting parallel on his roommate’s bed, glaring intently. You knew he would be upset that you brought Brendon but he asked to come along and you couldn’t say no to him. You check the clock on your phone and your heart drops for a moment before you react.

“Shit I’m gonna be late.” You stand up and grab your bag.

“Sorry guys.” You kiss Brendon on the cheek and he smiles in response.

“Bye, Babe. Try not to kill each other.” You smirk and point between Brendon and Patrick, causing the latter to finally crack a smile. You wave then start sprinting to your next lecture.


Brendon and I sit in silence for a few moments, he looks around and drums his fingers on his thighs and I just stare at him. Just his presence in my room pisses me off. He sucks his teeth before finally speaking.

“So…..see any good movies lately?”

“Get out." 


And with that simple exchange, he is out the door in less than 10 seconds.

I sit around being bored for an hour or so before deciding to go grab a coffee from the cafe on campus. It only takes 5 minutes to get there and it’s not as busy as I thought it would be. I order my coffee and sit down at a table in the corner, reading the book I brought.

Soon after I begin reading I hear a familiar laugh that makes me cringe. I look up to see Brendon waltzing in with some giggling brunette on his arm. I immediately become anxious. What the hell is he doing? Did he get amnesia and forget about Y/N? Maybe they were just being friendly.

Then he kissed her. On the lips. In the middle of the coffee shop.

I immediately felt my heartbreak thinking of Y/N. How would she react? I couldn’t bear the thought of her being upset but she needed to know. I couldn’t let him break her heart. I loved her too much to let him do that.

Y/N lives off campus but not far so I start running, my heart pounding against my chest. I finally turn down her street and run up to her door, soaking wet. I don’t even pause for a break before I begin knocking furiously. She opens the door looking at me confusedly.

“Patrick, what the hell? It’s pouring outside, you’re gonna get sick.” She grabs my hand and quickly pulls me inside. I stand, dripping on her floor trying to catch my breath to tell her what I’d seen. She notices the panicked look on my face and begins to get worried.

“Patrick, what’s wrong?” She asks putting a hand on my shoulder.

“I-it’s Brendon.” I pant out.

“What? What about Brendon? Is he okay?” She asks becoming concerned. I just nod.

“H-he’s fine. I just saw him at the coffee shop down the street but, Y/N…..he was….he was with another girl. I-I think he’s cheating on you.”

I didn’t ‘think’, I knew, but I didn’t have the strength to tell Y/N the definitive truth. She drops her hand from my shoulder looking at me angrily.

“Patrick why are you like this? I know you don’t like Brendon but do you really hate him that much? To the point where you would lie just so I would break up with him? God, Patrick. Why can’t you just accept us and be happy for me, you know I really like him!” She yells.

“Yes! I know you really like him which is why I don’t want you to get hurt by him, Y/N! I’m trying to protect you!” I try to reason with her but she won’t have it. Tears start streaming down her face as she points to the door.

“Get out.” She says lowly, turning away from me. The whole point of me telling her was so she wouldn’t get upset but now it seems all I’ve done is made her more upset.

“B-but, Y/N I-”

“GET OUT, PATRICK!” she yells and I shuffle out the front door and back into the pouring rain.

~~Y/N’S POV~~~

You sigh and sit on the couch. You couldn’t believe Patrick would do something like that. You’ve always known Patrick didn’t like Brendon due to his unfaithful history, but you’d never thought he would go this far. He made you do the one thing you didn’t wanna do: choose between him and Brendon. 

You sit for about an hour, not knowing what to do. You flipped through the tv trying to distract yourself from the aching feeling of wanting to call Patrick and apologize, but you couldn’t. You had to put your foot down somewhere and this time, he had crossed the line. You needed someone to take your mind off things so you called Brendon and asked if you could come over. He obviously says yes and In about 30 minutes, you’re knocking on his door. As soon as you see him you burst into tears, and he pulls you into his chest.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without him. Patrick was my best friend.” You sob as he shuts his door, sitting you down on the couch. He pushes a strand of hair out of your face and sushes you, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

“It’s okay, I’m sure he’ll come around. The two of you have been through thick and thin together.” He rubs your back as you begin to calm down, enabling you to breathe again. Brendon wipes away the last of your tears as he whispered soothing words in your ear. As he spoke, you couldn’t pay attention to what he was saying because you were too focused on something else. When Brendon wiped your tears away, you could see clearly again which was terrible for him. It exposed the two huge hickies on his neck.

“B-brendon, what are those?” You ask, praying to god they weren’t what you assumed they were.

“What are what?” he asks stroking your hair.

“Wait a second….” you grab his sweatshirt and inhale it deeply.

“This isn’t my perfume! I hate expensive perfumes!” You yell jumping up, his sweatshirt still in hand.

“Babe….Babe listen it’s not what you think…” He says, standing up and coming closer to me. Your eyes well with tears as you realize what’s happening

“Oh really? Because it seems like you’re FUCKING CHEATING ON ME!” With every venemous word, you hit him with the sweatshirt. You throw it down and turning away from him, unable to look him in the eye anymore.

“Oh my god, Patrick was right….” You begin bawling at the realization.

“Y/N, wait-”

“NO! How could you!? You’re a fucking asshole, Brendon Urie. You’re a piece of fucking shit! God, I can’t believe I defended you against Patrick. I guess people really don’t change.“

Before he could get another word in, you storm out the door. Now it’s your turn to walk alone in the rain.  You don’t know where to go at this point or what to do. You wanna go to Patrick’s but he probably hates your guts after the way you treated him. You never should’ve doubted him. You sulk back to your house, shoes and socks soaked, hair and clothes drenched, mascara running down your cheeks. You finally reach your house and your eyes light up when you see none other than Patrick sitting on your door step with his head in his hands.

"Patrick….” he looks up at you with sad eyes and stands.

“Hey, Y/N…look I know you don’t wanna see me right now but-” you cut him off my wrapping your arms arm him and squeezing him tightly, never wanting to let go.

“Patrick, I’m so sorry. I should’ve believed you.” You sob into his shoulders. He rubs your back soothingly.

“So you found out for yourself….” he says solemnly. You nod even though he can’t see it. He grabs your keys out of your pocket and unlocks your door, walking you inside. You plop down on the couch and curl up in his lap.

“I should’ve listened to you, Patrick. I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me. I don’t wanna lose you.” You pause, your breath catching in your throat.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N.” You look up at him, staring into his glistening blue eyes.  

“No, Patrick, I need you to stay with me….like forever.”

He ponders for a minute, shocked by your confession. He parts his lips trying to find something to say but falls short of words. Before he can even think of a response you close the gap between your faces and attach your lips to his. He’s taken aback but soon relaxes into the kiss and you smile against his lips. You pull away and he shares a content smile. He looks up as he tries to finally find something to say, the perfect thing, but he shrugs and chuckles, saying the only thing his brain could currently come up with.

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for that.”

Hard to Handle - Danny x Reader - Chapter 1

Series Name: Hard to Handle
Chapter Name: Click
Pairing: Dan Avidan x Reader
Word Count:
Parts:  (1) | 2 | 2.5 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 6.5 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 
A/N: I guess I’ve made this blog, so I’ve got to use it now. Normally I’d like to do a oneshot first, but this fic just won’t leave me alone. <3 

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You hummed Take On Me by A-ha theatrically as you made your way upstairs with your groceries. At some point this week you would have your monthly pasta night. (Who were you kidding. You would have pasta night followed by leftover night until it was all gone.) The song had come on the radio just as you were pulling into the parking lot meaning that it would be stuck in your head forever.

You noted that your next door neighbors’ door was wide open. You knew that two men lived there, but that was all you knew. You had lived in this apartment for well over a year, but had never bothered to introduce yourself. By now, it would be awkward to try.  In your defense, they hadn’t tried either.

You slid your key into the lock and cursed as it failed to turn.

“Come on, not again.” You whispered to yourself. You carefully turned your key back and attempted to pull it out of the lock when it snapped in your hand.

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