but try not to notice that

anonymous asked:

ahhh 14 for evak?

14: Cuddling in public

There’s a chill in the air as Even goes to pick Isak up from school one Friday. It’s getting colder by the day already but today the wintery feel is noticeable as Even pulls his jacket tighter round himself, and tugs his beanie down further over his ears.

He regrets arriving earlier than when Isak finishes for once - usually he loves being able to sit on their bench and greet Isak as soon as he walks out of school, but this time, he’s pretty close to certain that his fingers are about to fall off and his lips are so numb that there’ll be no point in even trying to kiss Isak because he won’t feel anything (at least, physically, he won’t. Emotionally, it will probably be just as groundbreaking as every time they kiss, because Even is that kind of guy.)

Five agonising minutes after he arrives at the bench, minutes filled with hunchiing his shoulders, pulling his hood over his head against the wind, and rubbing his hands together to try and warm them up, Isak appears.

He’s with Jonas and Mahdi at first, when Even spots him walking out of school, but soon enough he ditches them and hurries over to Even.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Isak says instead of a greeting.

“Hello to you, too, handsome,” Even replies, pulling him in for a kiss.

“What were you thinking?” Isak asks after they break apart, taking Even’s hands into his own and bringing them up to his mouth to breathe warm air over them. ”It’s fucking freezing.”

“I wanted to see you,” Even grins cheekily. “And I always pick you up on Fridays.”

“We live together, Even,” Isak rolls hiis eyes. “You coouldn’t have waited twenty minutes for me at home where it’s warm?”

“I’ll be warm here if you cuddle me,” Even replies with a cheeky grin.

Isak gives an over dramatic sigh, before pulling Even close into him, warming Even all over with his touch (because, despite his grumbling, his touch is gentle and loving and warm)

“We could have just cuddled at home,” Isak mutters into Even’s ear, but Even can hear the relaxed smile through his words.

“We’ll cuddle there too,” Even tells him, and buries himself further in Isak’s embrace.

Sorry for the lack of activity. After getting off the bus I went on mission Find the Hotel. I got lucky and they let me check into my room early. Once I got in all my energy dropped down to “Recharge Mode.”

And now I’m inching ever closer to the VIP panel before the concert and just

Originally posted by wattpad

I may have also gave them a game of “Find the bunny”

If they acknowledge the ears, they get to have them ^^“

*yes I’m trying to get senpai to notice me*

anonymous asked:

I've noticed an increase of asks stating that they're 13 years old, lol! Good for them. ;)

Based on the context of those asks, three of them are the same person, the fourth was trying to relate to the person from the first three, and the 15 year-old just wanted to give some encouragement by telling about their own experience. I think there was one more who wasn’t related to the others, but I think it’s just happening because the first person caused the increase of identification by having a good question that started some conversation pertaining to people in that younger age group. I don’t usually get blatant identifiers, so it’s kind of cute to read, plus I’m glad I was able to help them!

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If there was one thing Tony Stark was good at, above all else, it was throwing a good party. 

Every Halloween decoration known to man was strewn about the tower– punch served from a cauldron, dry ice steaming, cobwebs hung from the doorways. jack o lanterns lighting the room, Monster Mash was blasting over the speakers. 

You were nursing a too sweet drink near the food table with Clint when you noticed there was one Avenger missing. Steve and Rhodey were trading stories across the room while Peter looked on with stars in his eyes, Natasha was at the bar putting down shots like it was water, Wanda was trying to teach Vision how to dance, and Tony was laughing with an absolutely drunk Bruce while pestering Thor about his hammer. Yet, there was a distinct lack of Bucky. 

“Clint,” You said leaning over to speak to him, “Have you seen Barnes?” 

“I saw him sneaking out about 15 minutes ago. Looked uncomfortable, parties must not be his thing.” The archer replied. 

You nodded to yourself and set down your drink, “I’m gonna go check on him.” 

“Yeah and I’m going to get Spider kid over there and tell him all about underage drinking.” Clint grumbled, zeroing in on the teenager trying to sneak sips of Steve’s beer.

It took you almost ten minutes to cross the massive room, evading the sweaty bodies and rambunctious laughter. You breathed out a sigh of relief, pressing the button and the subsequent access code for the upper floors. You pulled off your red wig– you were dressed as Charlie from Supernatural– and leaned against the wall as the lift rose smoothly. You weren’t surprised to hear Thriller playing lowly inside. 

The doors slid open and you walked out into the living room area to see a pitiful looking Bucky Barnes snacking on a bowl of candy. 

“Halloween not your thing?” You asked casually.

“Parties.” He replied, “And Tony Stark.” 

You snorted, “Yeah both take some getting used to.” You walked further into the room and plopped down onto the opposite side of the couch. 

Bucky squirmed awkwardly, and clutched the bowl tighter to him. You held back a smirk. Bucky was always a bit awkward around you, almost timid. Steve said it was because he had a crush on you. Tony chalked it up to his brainwashed murder vibes. You pointedly ignored them both. 

“Wanna watch a movie?” You asked, breaking the silence. 

Bucky shrugged and you rolled your eyes, “If you’d rather be alone, just say so. I’ll go back downstairs. I don’t want to intrude.” 

“No no.” Bucky said quickly, “I don’t want you to leave.” 

A blush was spreading across his cheeks and he fidgeted with the metal on his arm. This time you let your smile spread. 

“Alright.” You said. You rose from your seat, locating the remotes for Tony’s massive and over complicated TV, before grabbing a blanket and flicking off the lights. 

“What are you doing?” He asked. 

“We’re going to have a movie night.” You said simply. 

“A movie night?”

“Yes, a movie night, Barnes.” You said simply. 

He bristled adorably at the name and slumped into the couch. 

You plopped down, closer to him this time and flipped on the tv, “Tasha has a very freaky obsession with Horror movies and this whole month she’s made me watch every scary movie known to man. So, we’re gonna watch some of the classics.” You paused, “Well, classics for me at least.” You amended. 

A few weeks ago you had made a list of movies you wanted to watch before the Halloween season was over, so you pulled up the first on your list– The Addams Family– on Netflix. 

“If you share your candy, I’ll share my blanket.” You said cheekily. 

He looked at you suspiciously, “I feel like that deal doesn’t entirely work in my favor.” 

You lifted up the edge of the blanket invitingly and, after a few moments, Bucky inched slowly until he could cover his legs with the blanket. He moved the bowl so it sat between the two of you and you happily snatched up a Reese’s 

“Thanks.” You said happily. 

The movie began, with all of the usual French flirting and gothic comedy you remembered when you were younger. 

“What is this?” Bucky asked as Gomez and Tully began fencing.

You looked at him confused before realizing, “Oh you weren’t around when this came out.” He raised an eyebrow, “It’s based on this TV show from the 60′s about a family of witches and weird creatures and how the interact with other people.”

“Sounds weird.” 

“It’s a Halloween classic, Barnes.” 

“Bucky.” He said, “You can call me Bucky.” 

You paused, a bit taken aback at the slight urgency behind his words. He sat back, embarrassed, and turned back toward the screen. 

“Okay,” You said, softly, “Bucky.” 

He didn’t outwardly react toward what you said, but you saw his shoulders ease a bit and a small smile pulled at his lips. 

Noctober Day 21: Book

There are so many prompts and stuff to do for October, but I’ll try to write little SFW or NSFW-ish drabbles for Noctober.

You sat in class, eating your lunch behind the open book standing on your desk. Your eyes were peeled on the small print and mathematical diagrams on the spread, trying to force your brain to imprint them into your memory. You shoveled the food into your mouth in a much unpolished manner, not paying attention to who might see or care.

So of course you were unaware of the sapphire blue pair eyeing at you curiously.

“Dude, how long are you just gonna stare at her?” Prompto whispered next to Noctis. He was absent-mindedly chewing down his own lunch while trying to figure out what was his friend trying to accomplish.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Noctis ripped his eyes off you. All he did was gaze longingly at you when you were too preoccupied to notice. Both of the guys were absolutely certain you had no idea that you had a secret admirer. You were far too busy preparing for the math test.

“Seriously, what are you waiting for? Go talk to her,” Prompto chuckled and poked at Noctis’s rib.

“Oww! Stop that!”

The commotion made you momentarily raise your gaze from the book and furrow your brows at the pair. They were at it again – always being so noisy. And since it was the prince of Lucis and his BFF, nobody cared enough to tell them to shut it.

Noctis flashed you an apologizing grin to which you replied with a deeper frown. After your eyes and mind returned to the math, Prompto had to bite his knuckle to stifle his giggles.

“Just go talk to her, Noct. She won’t bite.”

“Easy for you to say… Did you even see that? If looks could kill–“

“Pffft! Don’t be a chicken, dude.”

“I’m not!”

Prompto crossed his arms with a smug grin decorating his freckled face. He had Noctis cornered now. “Oh yeah? Prove it.”

Noctis inhaled deeply through his nose and got up from his seat.

This is SO embarrassing, my lab has a Google account that we all share to use the calendar for sign-ups, and i think one of us left it signed in on a personal device without noticing because google tracks some of your usage history and i can see non-work related searches and YouTube videos and the like. And i know EXACTLY who it is because there’s only 5 of us and only 1 person would be using these specific applications and searches. And I’m too fucking embarrassed to try and figure out how to casually tell him because you KNOW that flare of panic when you realize something you thought was totally private actually isn’t, and you race to think if there was anything embarrassing in there is going to happen. It’s nothing except innocuous stuff like “steam summer sale” and bitcoin right now but I’m afraid something more incriminating might show up sooner or later if it’s on his phone and i need to save us all that potential embarrassment

about hamilton

Hamilton was so so great, y’all. Like, my boys didn’t notice how much time passed and everyone thought it was hilarious–so much funnier than you catch from a cast album. That was exactly what I was trying to explain to my kids on our way to Chicago. Live theater just isn’t the same as other mediums.

It did make me miss being on stage.

I forgot my dress shoes for the show, so ended up wearing my combat boots with my knee length skirt and sparkly shirt. All black, of course. With my blue hair it was a little more punky/gothy/something than I originally intended, but it was obviously meant to be.

The best thing was watching my kids talk about the show after. They were both excited, but my 10yo had a certain “this has changed my whole life” air to the way he spoke. I attended a concert like that when I was about his age– Yo-Yo-
Ma was the artist who made me a professional musician. Maybe Lin-Manuel Miranda is that artist for my kid.

small notice:

OKAY, NEMO IS NOW BEING SERIOUS.

I am putting Solas on a semi-hiatus ( which I know I’ve had that on my blog for forever, and technically… it’s always been true since I’m slow ), but for right now, my muse is low and I can’t keep trying to force myself to make replies I just can’t do right now, so basically throwing up a semi-hiatus at least makes my insides feel a little better than all gut-twisty.

Does this mean I’m not gonna ever reply? No. I’ll still come on to do replies occassionally, and I DO intend to get to those starters from here and there ( but they’re gonna just be small starters ), but it’s probably going to take a bit longer than… it already does even now. There’s stuff going on right now in my life that I wanna try to prioritize and I really am trying my hardest to become a better person, and sometimes being on Tumblr from time to time makes me feel smaller. Which isn’t anyone’s fault, it’s mine. No one has the right to make me feel this way but myself. So I want to get better, and I do feel a little better than I have in a while? I think?

But I don’t wanna… disappear for half a year like I did last time. In the mean time, I’m gonna be working on a new blog for Solas because this one is unorganized and scattered everywhere. I do feel like that’ll help me with my muse a lot. I’ve also been working on an OC for… months… I don’t know when he’ll be birthed. BUT YEAH THAT’S THE JIST OF IT. I’m sorry this kind of post seems so common, but I just wanted to write it so people at least understand why I’m such a flaky turd. 

Can anyone help me get noticed by Taylor? I am trying not to give up hope but I don’t even know how to make it happen. I’ve legit been a fan for over 11 years. I wish I had way more time to be on Tumblr all the time but I don’t…I’m a senior, trying to keep a 4.0 GPA, apply for colleges, write essays, apply for scholarships (because the only way I can go to college is with scholarships 😭) work part time (at Potbelly), audition for the spring musical and pretend I actually have a social life. And on top of it all, I’m also battling a chronic illness that I was finally diagnosed with in May called P.O.T.S (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, a form of dysoautonomia…imagine always feeling tired, always having headaches, never wanting to get out of bed, being dizzy and feeling faint, never knowing what might upset your stomach, your body constantly aching…but to the outside world you look fine. I never feel okay…I don’t even know what feeling okay is supposed to feel like 😭). If anyone could help me be noticed by Tay, I would be forever grateful xoxo💖💖💖 Thanks!!! 💖💖💖💖

@taylorswift @shakeitoffline @myherotaylor @away-from-the-crowds @swiftytricia13 @smileonmyfacethekettleon @paprikaswift @allthedamntime @ohkimani @taylorslays13 @livelovetaylorswift @taylornation @tree-paine

I am so done with this. *throws the pastel monster down*

4

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

Hey everyone!

Tomorrow I’m traveling to Romania to see my family and friends. I won’t be posting any comics for the next 4 weeks, but more episodes are on the way as soon as I’m back!

If you want to see sketches and pictures from my trip, make sure to follow me on Instagram @cassandracalin

Cheers and I hope you all have a lovely summer! Ne vedem în curând! :)

about shiro not backing keith’s story in bom: i think there’s other factors that a lot of people overlook. namely, the fact that shiro’s response isn’t just him reacting to an isolated incident–its him finally putting together the pieces after a long time of dealing with constant doubt and concern. because he knows something’s up with keith. in season 2, he’s the only one that does. on two separate occasions, he takes keith aside and tries to talk to him, to ask him what’s wrong, to try and get him to open up. and every time keith shuts him out? you can see the fear on shiro’s face, can see that he feels like they’re slowly drifting apart and he’s losing keith

these two strike me as friends who probably used to tell each other everything. so the fact that keith is refusing to talk now, that he’s forcing this distance between them? shiro doesn’t know what to think. and when he sees keith has this alien knife and is maybe part galra? maybe isn’t even from earth at all? shiro is very quickly finding out that this person he’s very close to, someone who he thought he knew everything about, is quite literally becoming alien. his best friend is suddenly a stranger, and he’s questioning whether he ever even knew him at all  

looking at shiro’s face here, he looks just as panicked as keith. despite how good he is at improvising and acting, he doesn’t even have it in him to scrape together an excuse or cover story. he’s genuinely shocked, and just blurts the words out without thinking. “I…I don’t know”–he hesitates, stumbles. he’s seeing the person he thought he was really close to in a whole new light, and he doesn’t know how to handle it

and keith? when he’s down on the ground, the first thing he says is “Shiro, you know me.” becuase he’s trying desperately to bridge that gap, to make shiro see–to prove that, even if keith’s going through some shit, even if he doesn’t know who he himself is, he hasn’t changed. the person shiro knew is still the same. 

also, look at shiro’s face after that exchange. that doesn’t look like someone who just sold out or distrusts their friend. he takes the time to look at keith and kinda check in, to see how vulnerable and scared he looks (scared because he thinks shiro doesn’t trust him)

before he goes right back to glaring and confronting the bom

he then tells keith theyre leaving and starts walking away. he realizes there’s some kind of conflict here between keith and the bom, so he tries to separate them. if he really didnt trust his friend, he would’ve insisted he either 1 hand over the knife or 2 started asking a bunch of personally invasive questions–after all, this is the person that insisted on morally grey mind control interrogation to extract information from a galra. 

instead, he sees how honestly hurt and confused keith looks, so he gives him some space and tries to quickly remove him from the situation 

and when keith insists on staying? shiro’s worried look in the background there? even if he doesn’t understand what’s been going on with keith all this time, he’s clearly concerned, clearly cares. he backs off a bit and let’s keith say his piece, because he realizes just how much all this means to him. shiro doesn’t interfere again until after he hears keith’s life will be on the line, and immediately tries to get him out of there 

he goes right up to keith’s side when he tries to reason with him, and we get a repeat of that shoulder touch thing these two do so much. shiro especially does this to keith a lot, and it honestly seems like a kind of grounding thing. he reaches out to keith, tries to tell him that whatever’s going on his life isn’t worth it, holds onto him to offer some kind of comfort. the way shiro tries to convince him here reminds me a lot of that thing joaquim said in an interview, about how “shiro is sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check.” shiro very much tries to do that here, sees that keith is angry and upset and tries to keep him from making a reckless decision. 

was shiro really taken aback and hurt initially? i think so, yes. but once he kinda has a bit of time to recover and think things through he’s still thinking of keith and trying to help him as best he can–this is also why he doesn’t try to stop him again until it’s absolutely necessary, because he respects keith’s volition and understands the importance of that autonomy. when push comes to shove, regardless of the situation, shiro still steps up to protect keith