can i not write

anonymous asked:

English being his second language also explains why he got confused at 'hypothesis' bc its a Big Word and my auditory processing issues makes it hard for me to figure out words like hypothesis out loud and i've known the word since i was seven in my first science fair. Besides, hypothesis is taken from Latin/Greek so while it has a place in English, its not a native english word so Lance isnt even wrong when he asks Pidge to 'speak english'

Well I mean like, assuming you headcanon Lance as a Spanish speaker, Spanish is derived from Latin, so Lance prooooobably wouldn’t have a hard time understanding that word. Hypothesis and hipótesis are also pronounced pretty similarly. That specific example is more just… bad, lazy writing lmao.

HOWEVER, I do believe Lance would have some audio processing issues, especially if you couple it with the ‘Lance has ADHD’ headcanon (which I obviously consider canon since I never shut up about it lmao). Like. Hoo boy. Lance constantly needs people to repeat something, esp if he’s off his meds, because his brain is having a difficult time today making that jump between ‘listening’ and ‘translating’ and ‘processing.’ 

And he knows, he knows, that people are silently judging him and wondering what’s wrong with this kid, why can’t he just listen right the first time? He knows, alright, and he’s apologizing before he’s even called on. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, shoulders hunched against the looks he knows he’s receiving, against the carefully neutral face of his instructor. “But could you please repeat that? Just one more time, please.”

“Sorry,” he says, miserable, as he apologizes for something he knows he can’t control yet feels like he should.

every poem I write is for my mother
who stapled her tongue shut
every tear I shed is for my father
who gifted me the will of the black roses
that sprouted from his head
i tried to read old poetry from the dead girl
but the pebble in my throat stopped me
i forgot the name of the dandelion flowers
i used to blow on outside of the pink house,
gleefully watching as petals flutter in the wind
sometimes i go up to the park that i only have
good memories of and sit on the robin’s egg swing
to kick myself up so high i’m sure i could fly if i was not
an anvil, rooted, rusting.
i walk more now, just recently mustered up
the courage to go past the purple-grey house i used to cry in.
it looks just as miserable as it did when i was seven
i take a picture to show to my mother, who smiles.
my bedroom faces east now, so when i sleep in
i am risen, violently by an unrelenting California sun.
the sweat has already sunk into my bones and i wake
trepidly.
—  on reflecting, isha k.

Hello you beautiful person reading this! Yes you, did you know that I’m happy you’re here! Think of everything you’ve done, everything you can do, you’re so full of potential you can do anything! I know sometimes life sucks but just think of all the cool things you’re around for! The bands, TV shows, video games, movies, people, and places. New discoveries! New planets have been discovered, and that is so extremely cool! I know life is hard sometimes but you can manage, you have managed, you will continue to manage, to push through. You will continue to live; so many people love you! Your family loves you, your friends love you, I love you! You got this, just keep pushing through, holding onto something; even if it’s the tiniest thing, you have some hope. That will always be enough.

anonymous asked:

freewood, any au (maybe not fahc......) im love crying love confessions so mayb one of those??? :0 - ry gaywood

Freewood // Confession of love // 12 Sentences

“I wish I didn’t have to leave,” Gavin whispered into Ryan’s robes as the two tightly embraced. Ryan took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut.

“This past month has been truly wonderful, Gavin.” Ryan cleared his throat, slowly pulling away so that he could hold the young jester by his shoulders at arm’s length. “But you must return to your own kingdom now with King Geoff.”

Gavin sighed, looking up at Ryan forlornly, but he nodded. “Saying goodbye is never fun,” he mumbled, taking a step backward. Ryan let his arms fall back to his sides and watched as Gavin turned and began to walk toward the carriages where Geoff and his knights were waiting, head hung low.

“I love you,” Ryan blurted out after him. Gavin jumped and spun back around in surprise, eyes wide. And for just a second, King Ryan did not care about who was watching or how improper his feelings towards the other man might be. 

The sentiment was there - it’s not goodbye.


Minific prompts open!

Welp, this didn’t really turn out how I liked and I kinda gave up on coloring…

But hey, I finished!

And just in time to celebrate 100 followers~! Thank you all so so much! It’s been so fun to share my love for Hunter X Hunter with everyone, and I am honestly even more excited for what the future has in store!

You all are honestly amazing! And I’ve received such amazing compliments and feedback on so many things and I’ve talked to all kinds of people since becoming a part of the HxH fandom! So thank you all~! From the bottom of my heart! <3

Kwon Jiyong’s Nailpolish Adventures (Part 1)

aka: the story no one asked for


It was a sunday in its simplest form. Waking up to feed the cat only to take the opportunity to fall back asleep until 3 pm, because why not? Nothing ever happens on a Sunday. The breakfast naturally turned into lunch and upon not finding a quality show on TV, Jiyong settled for documentaries instead. Nicely packaged information that would be forgotten after another sentence. All in all it was the perfect way to kill time, to enjoy doing nothing for once. His hectic life rarely gifted him the chance for lazy moments, so who was he to not make the best of it? While focusing on the narrator’s words Jiyong’s fingers began to scratch at his other hand’s nails, a habit way better than biting in his opinion, but not any less annoying. Especially now that he had started painting his nails regularly. While Jiyong was not one to care about „perfect nails“, with two-thirds of polish peeled off it was definitely time to do them again!

With a huff Jiyong got off the couch, Ai loyally following behind, to grab his polish remover from the bathroom shelf and to eventually remove the gold and silver bits on his nails. Was it only his imagination or did his nails indeed look even dryer than usual? But that was something to worry about another time. Jiyong tossed the stained cotton pad in the trash can and heaved his nail polish container off the cabinet. Right on top lay the multichrome polishes he had recently bought in Paris, the purple-to-blue one had become one of his favourites. So it was an easy choice which ones to pick before he returned to his seat on the couch again. Chrome, black, silver. It was not much variation, true, but pretty nonetheless. Jiyong opened the black and carefully applied it onto his pinky nails. The thick formula never did as Jiyong liked, so the mess around his nails did not really bother him anymore. Maybe if he grew his nails out it would be easier? Next was the chrome polish and yes , as soon as he opened the bottle he was reminded of why he liked it so much. The blue and purple metallic pigments looked so creamy on the brush, it was so satisfying and mesmerizing to watch the lacquer drip into the bottle again. Jiyong’s trance soon stopped however, as he applied it to his nails and saw bumbs under the polish. I should have used a base coat… whatever.

He finished his nails pretty quickly, completely oblivious to the TV still running and with a satisfied smile he leaned back against the pillows of his couch and marvelled at the colours and shine of his nails. He had made a good choice indeed. Jiyong lightly touched the surfaces of his nails to check if they were already dry, but it was a bit too soon. He dragged the polish back with his fingertip and even though he tried to flatten it just as he had seen on YouTube, the imperfection was still visible. I could simply remove it or add another coat… Jiyong’s eyes then shifted to his bystand table on the other side of the couch and the longer he looked, the smaller the flaw seemed. So instead he focused his attention again on the voice explaining the world in his TV. It was a lazy sunday after all.

anonymous asked:

Hey Kelly! I randomly re-read Navigating Fate and I was wondering if you are still working on it or plan to write a bit more? Just wanted to encourage you because it is a fantastic story! I hope you continue that and also write S11!!! You are the only one who can save us from CC!! xx

Hi! Thank you :) I stopped writing NF because season 10 killed my buzz with what I wanted to do with it. So, I’ve kinda taken elements of that story and shoved them into my vision of season 11. And I do want to write that!

A warm greeting

A drabble short fic: prose

Hidakona

“Welcome to the Akatsuki.”

A simple wave of her hand felt as meticulous as a single brush stroke on a large canvas. I found my nose embedded in a bouquet of roses. White and flawless as the radiance of her own skin. My gaze lingered to the flowers, realizing they were fake. Paper petals twisted together in a spiral to make something complex and as intricate as a rosebud. Scentless with no texture but carefully crafted and complex in it’s simplicity. My violet pools slowly gazed to her eyes. Her sunset irises scrutinized my own. Her eyes held the intensity of a thousand flames devoid of emotion. Watching and waiting. The glow of her pale skin matched the bouquet perfectly, giving the illusion she was made of paper herself. This made the piercing stud and eye makeup stand out against her fair features. Eye shadow to match her azure hair giving her the appearance of a otherworldly being.

My rugged hands brushed against her delicate ones as I accepted her gift. Fair radiant skin, Chill to the touch with an expression to match. How could one offer a gift, much less a bouquet with such an expression? 

“I got admirers in the Akatsuki already?” 

“Don’t flatter yourself.” 

My voice poured out my throat like a warm enveloping honey, hers like the stinging of bees. A deep stinging tone. Implying her dominance and power over the likes of someone like me. 

“So you came to make fun of me?”

“No.”

An eyebrow raised.

“…What do you want huh?”

Her soft lips parted. Gazing at me with her intense eyes.

 “Welcome to the Akatsuki, Hidan.”

Before I could find the words, the woman scattered into paper butterflies. Fluttering away as if she was a ghost that was never there to begin with. I examined the roses she left me. Each fold was so complex and yet….. My fingers began to delicately fold open one of her roses. When you take that complicity away, every single movement of the past becomes clear. How a paper was made to form a rose.

Every word she said held importance, every action was no accident. She was a painting. A beautiful painting in motion. Every single stroke seems inconsequential, but stepping back, reveals a larger picture. Much like her origami. When I see a beautiful painting like that, I just can’t help but think….

A wrinkled and creased piece of paper unfurled in my hands. 

…..how much I want to destroy it. 

So my awful professor was assigning a project, and part of it involves making up fake writer backstories/careers for ourselves… he pointed at me and was like, “For example, you could be a previous writer for ESPN.” He immediately noticed my raised eyebrow of incredulity at ‘ESPN,’ and corrected himself with “Or more suitably for you, a writer for Harlequin Romances!” Because apparently romance is the opposite of sports, and because apparently my ace ass gives him the impression of someone who’s into bodice-rippers. God I hate him.

So I have theories and like really in depth headcanons and ideas that could be possibilities but I’m going to do a basic rundown of the current idea I have:

  • What if the reason that Jason was running away was to meet up with Polly
  • They were engaged, right? What if the reason why is because Polly was pregnant and the wanted to raise the kid the ‘right’ way 
  • Polly was sent to this facility while she’s pregnant and has to give up the kid for adoption when they are born 
  • She’s been gone a few months by my guess so what in that last few months of pregnancy they find out that she’s pregnant
  • This leads to Cheryl tracking her down and offering her a way to keep the kid and support her financially
  • It’s four months later and Polly gone into labor so Cheryl, Betty, and maybe Veronica find a way to sneak out and see her either after the birth or during labor
  • She has a boy and he’s the spitting image of Jason when he was a baby but he has Polly’s eyes or something
  • Polly with the help of Cheryl and Betty decided to name him after his late father. 
  • Now we have have little Jason Cooper Jr. 
  • Every weekend or every other weekend Cheryl, Betty, Veronica, and occasionally one of the other or all of them drive up to visit Polly and Jason
  • A year later Polly is officially 18 and she and toddler Jason take a drive up to surprise the group
  • She spends the weekend staying with Veronica because the Blossoms don’t know about Jason and the Coopers don’t approve that she kept Jason.
  • Once Jason is one and a half they take turns of them driving up or Polly coming down for the weekend
  • Another year has passed and the gang is graduating high school so Polly makes a visit to spend the week with all of them 
  • Betty and Cheryl are both going to a college in the city which Polly and Jason live in and Veronica goes to a college about half an hour away from their college
  • The three of them are over at Polly’s all the time. Study for test doing homework or just hanging out with Jason, Polly, and each other.
  • Polly starts night school to become a nurse or something when Jason is three and the gang either take turns babysitting or all together
  • Before they all know it Jason is starting kindergarten and the gang are almost done with their bachelors and Polly has started her job as a nurse during the day with her associates degree 
  • another year quickly passes Betty starting her career in Journalism Cheryl is starting her own business with Veronica and Jason is in first grade
  • When Jason is in fourth grade Cheryl and Veronica adopt this boy who lost his parent in a tragic accident and he only a year younger than Jason. They quickly become best friends
  • Then before they know it Jason is starting middle school. Polly has become a head nurse of a floor in the surgical wing. Betty is winning her first Journalism award. Cheryl and Veronica have built a successful business and have taken over the business world in one big swoop.
  • They all start getting busy but once a week they have a family dinner and another night they play board games and watch a movie
  • Four year later Jason is starting his freshman year of high school and by then they are all really busy but they always makes time twice a week for family dinner once a week and their annual game and movie night
  • Another two years have passed and Jason meets this boy and this poor boy get the shovel talk from Cheryl, Veronica, Betty, Polly, and his Little Cousin, Aden, who is really a good four inches taller than Jason who is 6′0″
  • Senior year of high school comes by and Jason and his boyfriend, Carson, are looking for college near each other and applying to some of the same colleges.
  • Sometime a year or two after Jason had started college he decides to pursue acting while working on a physics degree
  • He lands a job in this TV show and quickly becomes famous and everyone knows that if they mess with him the two biggest names in business will personally hunt him down and one of the biggest name in journalism will destroy them in the press
  • Through his career is how the Blossoms and the Coopers find out that he was actually kept and that Polly didn’t give up on him
  • Sometime during the twenty years that Jason has been alive Veronica and Cheryl found a way to destroy her parents fortune. This leads to them finally reaching out and wanting to meet their grandchild
  • They all refuse and the Blossoms might be stubborn but they aren’t taking a chance against the lot of them
  • After a year into Jason career Carson enter the musical career
  • Polly gives Jason the ring that his father had used to propose to her
  • Jason and Carson get married a year later 
  • They spend the rest of their lives together. Aden inherits Cheryl and Veronica’s business. While Carson and Jason make movies/shows and music until they’re ready to retire and live a peaceful life together

This was way longer than I intended and it doesn’t even begin to approach how in depth of this idea I have. You should check out @chaoticbombshells they kind of started me down this path.

i come up with this headcanon that chucky liked to draw when he was younger, kind of like stavo in mtv scream? remember in bride when he drew those awful drawings?

Title: Old Violence is not too old to Beget new Values
Summary: Trust that is given easily is rarely given wisely; trust that is given cautiously still may not be given wisely. Luchino does not excel at using people, though not for lack of trying. 
Wordcount: 8,664 (I’m sorry)

Warnings: Huge spoilers for the end of 2002 like from the notes onwards. Depictions of violence, torture, death. References to child abandonment. 

Notes: I don’t know how this ended up so long when it has less plot than most of my 1k fics. Anyway. Fermet February continues to continue (unfortunately). At some points while reading this you’re going to ask ‘is that a coherent sentence?’ no, it isn’t, is the answer. I’m telling you now. 

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a Holby City fic-thing, Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe, Elinor Lives, in which the author dared herself to write a silly story in which Elinor fakes her own death and it is only silly in bits but also sad in bits. 

Someone else on tumblr pointed out that PASSENGERS might have been a more meaningful movie if it was about just THE ONE person dealing with being alone on the ship for the rest of their life.  And if, to cope, they go through and make it a point to learn everything they can about all of the other people on the ship.

And I just keep thinking about this idea.

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i cant believe i main lúcio and i haven’t noticed until now 

that the things in his hair aren’t weird beads

they’re speakers