changed the text are you happy anon

anonymous asked:

how do you know if you're in love???

I honestly asked my friend this same question just hours ago as I was clueless myself but thinking about it now I think it’s when for the first time after what seemed like a dreadful year (or life), you look forward to waking every morning knowing he (let’s use he as it’s me talking) will be there for you. I think it’s just plain seeing him and being happy that’s he’s around. It’s being happy just by hearing his voice. No matter how bad your day is, one message from him would make your entire day. It’s when he makes you want to write long letters and huge poems. It’s not all about “lust”- it’s more of the intimate relationship you have together. It’s when the simplest of things count. It’s when you start to mature and start to plan something with him for the future. It’s when he makes you want to start fixing your life. It’s when he’s always in your head 3 pm or 3 am. It’s when you can’t stop talking or thinking about him. It’s when you just really always miss him even if he’s right beside you. It’s the “I used to like green eyes but now blue eyes are my favorite”. It’s when all love and cheesy stuff just apply for him. It’s when you begin to see nothing but him and you value him like you value yourself. It’s not the “heart pounding, hands sweating” feeling but more of the “I feel home” feeling. It’s more of like talking to yourself- being yourself with someone without worries. It’s when you begin to really trust him with everything and that includes your happiness. It’s when he’s your happiness. It’s when subconsciously you change for the better. It’s when you once again start opening up after a long time. It’s when you are denying it at most cause you are afraid of how strong you feel and last I think while you’re reading this- there’s someone in your head right now and you’re just contemplating whether you’re in love with him or not but hey the fact that he or she is the person (out of billions of people) in your mind while you read this must say a lot.

anonymous asked:

I wish you write a fic where Aaron is on his way to a meeting and it's a long train journey. To kill time, he starts scrolling through his phone. He goes over all the stupid text convos with Rob. And then looks through the photos that he's taken of him and Rob. And reminiscing the little story behind each one. And he realises how happy he is with Robert. We don't usually get things from Aaron's POV and how much Robert means to him. Would really like it if you wrote this insanely fluffy fic. :)

i changed it slightly if thats okay (very slightly) but this was the most!! fun to write anon, so thank you for this gorgeous prompt! (it got a bit long, so enjoy.)

we keep this love in a photograph

aaron reminisces about some of his happy moments with robert on a train journey home (1,811)

Aaron settled into his seat on the train, a cup of tea in hand as he began his long journey home to Emmerdale. He’d had to get the train down to London for a few meetings, and he wasn’t exactly looking forward to the three hour journey home. He didn’t deal well with long journeys at the best of times, and he was bone tired and just longing for his own bed, in his own flat (and maybe a pint, before he slept for at least two days.)

London was busy, and exhausting, and it was the first time in a long time he hadn’t gone with Robert by his side, his husband there to distract him from boring train journeys and busy cities with a smile and an overly enthusiastic list of things for them to do together.


Aaron barely held in a sigh as he thought about his husband. They’d been fighting a lot lately, over ridiculous things, and it was driving Liv, and his mum, and everyone else insane.

Rooting for his phone, Aaron sat back in his chair and glanced at his screen, seeing he had a few messages from Adam, and Liv. Replying to the work related texts from his best mate first, he turned his attention to Liv’s snapchats, wondering what ridiculousness his sister had sent him now.

“Robert, why does your face look like that?” Liv asked, her camera pointed at a serious looking Robert, who was hunched over his computer.

Robert glanced up, rolling his eyes at Liv, his blonde hair ruffled and out of place. “If this goes on your snapchat story, I’m going to let Aaron make dinner for the next month and you can get scurvy.”

Aaron couldn’t help but laugh at Robert’s response, and the cheeky face Liv had pulled in the next snapchat she’d sent him.

Liv was brilliant, she really was.

Feeling more lonely now than he had before, Aaron started to scroll through his photo album, skimming through the thousands of photos and videos he’d somehow ended up with. He’d never really considered himself a sentimental person, but he had a lot of good things to document over the past few years.

Pausing at a recent photo of Robert, Aaron felt his heart swell with love for the man in the photo. He’d taken it one lazy Sunday morning, Robert in bed with the duvet pulled up around his waist, reading a new book.

He was always lost in his own world, when he read, Aaron remembered, totally lost in the pages until he’d read it from cover to cover. After a quiet, sleepy round of Sunday morning sex, Robert had decided he’d stay in bed and enjoy his book for a while - Aaron had gone to get them both a cup of tea when he’d come back to see Robert so enthralled in his book, he’d had to take a picture.

It was one of those little things he’d learned about Robert after they’d decided to give their relationship a proper go, his love for reading. Aaron knew the easiest way to keep Robert happy, or brighten up a day was to just buy him a new book, the newest science fiction novel or murder mystery.

Aaron wasn’t a reader, really, but he liked seeing his husband so invested.

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~Requested by anon~


You would be walking hand in hand when you pass a group of high school students who were all fairly slim, you would turn to him and ask him if he would like you better if you looked identical to them. This poor toll bean would get so flustered because he doesn’t even know where tf this came from like??? He would have never thought you would think that about yourself because to him you’re perfect just the way you are and he loves you for you. He would look at you shook af and just pull you into his embrace as he doesn’t want you to take his silence the wrong way.

*Engulfs you into a hug* *You’re Minhyuk*

Originally posted by hyunwoominhyuk


He would walk into the room shirtless and you couldn’t help but point out how well built he is and how ‘fat’ you were. This is where he realises you’re very insecure about your weight but you had never expressed it before, and had never called yourself fat in front of him. He immediately goes to you and asks you what makes you think that way and you would answer saying that it’s quite obvious as to why. He would feel emotional af and would want to take away all these thoughts away from you, he wish you could just see what he sees. Pure perfection.

’Hey jagi don’t say that, you’re beautiful, why can’t you see that?’

Originally posted by monbeboo


You would be cuddling together when you would suddenly blurt out something like ‘Do you think I’m fat?’ Minhyuk would stare down at you confused as to why you asked this so suddenly, however he wouldn’t try and turn this conversation too serious, he would try and make it funny to cheer you up. To be honest if you were on the chubby side Minhyuk wouldn’t care at all, in fact he most definitely loves it if anything. So he would just giggle and stroke your hair whilst trying to reassure you that you shouldn’t be so insecure about something so stupid.

‘Jagiya come on, even if I did think you were fat I would think it was the cutest thing ever, so really my view on you wouldn’t change at all~’

Originally posted by ew-wonho


You would just be both lazily laying on the couch watching a movie or something when an advert came on showing a model in a bikini, you couldn’t help but wriggle uncomfortably as you thought about what you would look like in a bikini. When Kihyun asked what was wrong you unconsciously said that you’re too fat to fit into anything. This would probably cause him to choke on air or some shit because he was not expecting that. Once he recovered he would end up lecturing you and telling you how good you looked and you should never say that sort of stuff about yourself because he for sure thinks you’re perfect just the way you are. 

‘You are perfect Y/N, never say that about yourself again okay?’

Originally posted by chaoticcassidy


He’d be half asleep (when is he not) but would shoot up when he hears you crying in the bathroom, he’d rush to the door and knock on lightly and ask what’s wrong. You’d tell him not to come in as your ‘fatness’ would ‘scare’ him off. This is where he opens the door to find you in your underwear and he would just smile at you, how could anyone this beautiful think they were so fat? He would then clock on that you were in your underwear and his hands flew up to cover his eyes, he’d tell you how beautiful you were and that you shouldn’t worry about him leaving because of how you thought you were fat because 1: he would never do that and 2: You weren’t even fat in the first place. But of course he’s stuttering the whole time as he’s still flustered himself.

‘Jagi y-you’re beautiful, I’m s-so sorry I walked in t-though, but still b-beautiful nonetheless’

Originally posted by minyeossi


He would offer to take you out to eat but you would straightaway refuse, this is when he realises you haven’t actually eaten anything all day and so he asks you why, however the answer he gets is not the one he expected. You told him you didn’t want to put on any more weight and become more and ore chubbier, he kind of actually broke there and then. Like you could practically hear his heart shatter and he would take you into this arms whilst repeating how beautiful you are. You both would probably start crying in the middle of the room as he rubs soothing circles into your back, still hasn’t stopped telling youo how beautiful you are.

‘You’re beautiful jagi, you hear me? Just the way you are.’

Originally posted by wonhosoks


When I.M went to place his hands over your stomach you suddenly got very embarrassed and started to squirm, when he notices he would remove his hand and ask you what was wrong. When you tell him you didn’t like how big your stomach was he’d sigh and let out a small chuckle. He hated that you thought this way about yourself and so he started to tell you how much he loved you and your body and wouldn’t change it for the world. His eyes would scan your body as he licks his lips and starts to trace over all your curves with his finger just to show how much he really loves them.

‘Yahh Y/N I love you and you’re body so I don’t ever want to hear that again.’

Originally posted by eddycakeway18

Okay guys to be really honest with you I’m ill af right now and came home early from school. I may go sleep or just watch a bunch of korean shows on KBS because I’m lost right now.

Anyways I hope you all enjoyed this reaction and thank you to the anon who requested it! Requests are closed atm except for fake texts and edit requests so feel free to ask for them~

Also guys, anyone who is suffering with their body image and feeling insecure about how they look please remember that you are absolutely beautiful and perfect just the way you are! There’s no need to change who you are as a person just because someone doesn’t like the way you look, just be you cuz that’s the best kind of you <3 Please all of you stay safe and be happy whilst living life to the fullest, take care of yourselves and don’t be too stressed out! Much love to all our wonderful followers <3

~Admin Stroni~

anonymous asked:

Price aside, what is your favorite brand of dog/cat food that you think has the best quality and nutrition? Something you'd feed your own pets. Question tax: came for the informative husbandry posts, stayed for the wit and fantasy posts

(Text reads: Here’s the thing… I’m reluctant to make any recommendation for specific brands of food and parasite products because I don’t want to be accused of bias, my opinions are likely to change over time I can’t make recommendations for an animal I can’t examine and I don’t want to tell you what to think. You should talk to a local clinic for local recommendations. They will be happy to help you. - Dr Ferox)

That was a sneaky way, Anon, of asking what pet food I would recommend to people, and I decline again to answer it. I’m sure you didn’t mean it this way, but it is actually a loaded question on the internet. Most of the time it matters little for a healthy pet, and I don’t want any zealots jumping up and down to accuse me of being a ‘pet food shill’ or start spouting the ‘vets aren’t taught nutrition’ rhetoric.

But you’ve given me an opportunity to introduce the first standard image reply for questions I get asked all the time, but don’t really want to be. Thank you.

anonymous asked:

Hi okay so like I have a headcanon And I can't write at all, so do you think you could do a fic/ elaborate on my tiny idea please :) ? I suddenly got an idea for a fic where like bitty gets hurt where he has to go to the hospital? Maybe he gets knocked out? Or he gets an injury bad enough he gets send to the hospital. And like Jack freaks out a little bit, and he hurries to bitty and like he frets over his tiny boyfriend and everything turns out all right in the end because happy endings :)

Oh anon this is so heartbreaking!

Jack gets the text from Shitty. It just says call when you can. At first Jack doesn’t think much of it because a) Shitty’s prone to overreacting and b) Jack’s prone to underreacting. So between the two of them Jack thinks maybe Shitty’s driving himself crazy over some law school thing and just needs to scream at someone.

Two things happen to change this initial assessment. First, Ransom and Holster both message him separately telling him to get in touch. Second, he suddenly realizes that Shitty was at the Samwell game tonight. In fact, the text that came in fifteen minutes previous to this one was, your bf is fucking spectacular tonight.

He calls. Stilll not thinking it’s anything special. Maybe Shitty’s in the locker room with the guys and they all want to shout at him together over the phone. But when Shitty picks up, and his voice is ragged at the edges with a Where the fuck have you been all night Jack!?, Jack knows with a stone-heavy heart that this is not a case of locker room shenanigans.

“What happened,” he says, his voice low and trembling.

“We’re at MGH {Massachusetts General Hospital},” Shitty tells him. “Bits has been in surgery for three hours. Jesus, Jack. It was brutal. Shoulder and – and they’re saying maybe spine, they don’t know yet.“ The word spine is whispered, like Shitty’s afraid the gods might get an idea.

A cold clawing hand scrapes across the bottom of Jack’s stomach. “I’ll be there in a few hours,” he says.

“Don’t you have a game?” And Jack does, they’re playing the Blackhawks tomorrow at 7 CST.

“I’ll be there,” Jack repeats, and hangs up.

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anonymous asked:

How do you make that box thing in your text posts?


Hey there, anon! Don’t worry, I too was once very, very confounded by how people were doing all these fancy things with their posts. But it’s actually pretty simple! Just go click that nifty ’<html>’ button in the top-right corner of a test post and you, too, can achieve some pretty dang cool text-effects with your posts.

For a 'box thing' like this

go into html and type in ’<pre>’ (it’ll auto-fill with </pre>) and type in the text you want in that box. (So <pre>YOUR TEXT YOU WANT BOXED</pre>) will create that baller box!

Here’s some other neat things!:

<sup> makes your text go up

<sub> makes your text go down

(If you string the above together for multiple letters, you’ll get a chain up/down effect)

<big> and <small> make your text, respectively, big and small

you can also type in the html into your text posts to make different colors/sizes/font-styles for your blog. So you can enter in <font ____ =“”></font> color;size and a HEX###### or Size# for changing the specified font.

So <font color=“000000”>YOUR TEXT</font> would change the color; <font size=“1”>YOUR TEXT</font> would make the font particularly small.


Happy to help, anon, and if you ever have any more questions–or need any clarification on the above, just ask!



anonymous asked:

SQ prompt: Emma seems to have a lot of random knowledge about Amazigh culture which makes Regina curious. Turns out it's because of one of the better foster homes she stayed at, but was moved from because of circumstances. She ends up sharing her few happy childhood memories with Regina. (If you are okay using your culture, obviously.) Any circumstances, pre-SQ or established.

Hey Anon, thanks for the prompt ! I changed it up a bit to this, hope you like it: Emma starts blurting random facts about culture to Regina, each linked to stories from her childhood. Pre-SQ.

The first time it happened was over their weekly Wednesday dinner at Granny’s. Henry was doing what little homework he had left while trying to hide his phone under the table and sneak text Violet, and Regina was pretending she didn’t know what he was doing. Emma however, was staring at the wall for about five minutes before she finally blurted out:

“Did you know that Oktoberfest was created because some royal couple was like “what the hell?” And broke the rules by inviting commoners to their wedding?” Her random fact was met by a confused look from Henry and a raised eyebrow from Regina who lowered her cup of tea to properly look at her.

“Thank you for sharing this interesting crucial information Emma; I’m not sure how Henry and I have survived this long without it,” At Emma’s slightly crestfallen expression, she quickly added “Sarcasm aside, we also had something like this back at the Enchanted forest. The White kingdom loved celebrating the date of Leopold’s marriage to Eva every single year, so much so that even after she died and he married me, they kept at it. I was never really fond of it.”

Memories of the first time she experienced that so called celebration as queen flooded Regina: barely eighteen, wearing a long sleeved dress to cover her bruises and sitting on a secluded throne as people cheered and the name Eva was chanted, the name of a woman to whom she was supposed to be a substitute to as long as Leopold lived.

“Yeah Grandma told me ‘bout that, said fairs used to be held across her kingdom on that day.” Supplied Henry, eyes still glued to the phone he was trying to conceal. My kingdom, a little voice in the back of Regina’s head repeated, but she ignored it. Instead, she turned to Emma who was once again staring at a fixed spot on the wall.

“I didn’t assumer you to be a fan of cultures and history, Miss Swan; no offence, of course.” The “Miss Swan” that Regina once used to distance Emma from her and her life now became just a habit, with no ill intent behind it and both women knew it. Emma just waved her hand in the air to signal she didn’t really take offense.

“You’re right; I’m not a big fan, I actually failed history two years in a row back in high school, god I hated that teacher. I only know this because I lived with a German family for about a year back when I was in the foster care; they took us to New Ulm in early October to celebrate, me and two other kids. I can’t remember much but we had fun, and somehow that information stuck with me, don’t really know why.”

To say the mood dropped would be an understatement. Emma’s childhood was a touchy subject, and she rarely shared stories from those days. On the rare times she did, it filled Regina with a suffocating sense of guilt and regret; she might not have been the one who directly put her in the wardrobe, but she was responsible for the whole mess that led Emma to spend twenty-eight years alone, bouncing from unstable place to another.

“If only you could remember when the paperwork is due with this much accuracy, that would save me and your father quite a bit of work.” The attempt at lightening the mood fell flat, but Emma still sent her a weak smile of reassurance. Thankfully, Henry interjected:

“Hey moms, did you see how Grumpy and Nova’s date turned out? I heard Granny and Dorothy had to pull out crossbows.” And just like that, the topic was forgotten.

The second time it happened, it was after they had both finished their run and were resting on a bench overlooking the water. The same bench that Emma had once drunkenly carved their initials into one day because it was their bench, right before proceeding to cut her palm accidently with the Swiss knife.    

“Ever heard of Cordel Literature?” At Regina’s head shake, Emma smugly smiled.

“Well, let me enlighten you and rain some knowledge down on you, your majesty.” Emma was sure that there was nobody could make eye rolls look as graceful as Regina did; hell, Regina could make flipping off somebody look like the most elegant move ever.

“See, Cordel literature basically means string literature which is like a bunch of cheap booklets containing poems, songs and the like that are sold by street vendors in some places in Brasil. They’re hung on strings, which is where they get the name from.” To Regina’s surprise, Emma reached into the blue sports bag where she usually kept their water bottles and pulled out a worn, wrinkled orange pamphlet then handed it to her.

A Chegada de Lampião no Inferno, I assume this is Portugeese. I’m fairly certain the only other language you know besides English is Spanish, or should I say specific sentences in Spanish.” Most of which are food orders, she refrained to add.

“Haha, very funny Regina. I’ve had that little booklet you’re holding for thirteen years, I don’t even know what the title means but I’ve kept it. It’s from a foster home back in Boston, the man who used to take care of us was originally from Brazil and he treated us like his own kids; he used to hang dozens of pamphlets like these in the living room, said they reminded him of home. The day I was going to be moved yet again, I stole one.”

Regina’s reached with hands to cover Emma’s left one, slightly squeezing it to offer silent support. “Why did you steal it?” She might not have been crying, but Regina knew Emma hurt in ways that she couldn’t understand. She at least had her father growing up, but Emma had no one.

“I wanted to remember what home felt like too.”

The third and final time it happened, they were sitting on the couch, watching a movie that had too many explosions to Regina’s liking and not even a small semblance of a storyline. Henry had left it playing on TV before going to his grandparents to spend the night, no doubt to get spoiled rotten by both Snow and David.

“Aside from the Chinese new year and Christian new year, there’s also an Amazigh new year. It’s different though, since it doesn’t actually have anything to do with religion, it’s mostly just linked to Agriculture.”

Slightly turning on her side to face the now grinning blonde, Regina stretched her hand until it enveloped the blonde, pulling her into a light hug. She was aware that Emma didn’t even share these stories with Snow, so to be entrusted with them…well; it made her heart warm up in ways she couldn’t really begin to understand, nor did she want.

“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten as much as I did on the day of that celebration, it was insane. Tazrurt, that was the name of eldest woman in the family, made me this really silly mask and I got to run around the backyard after stuffing myself full. We even took pictures, but I tore them up later when I met Neal to try and forget so I could have a new beginning; I really regret not keeping it.”  

“You kept the memories,” You kept memories of Daniel, they don’t make you feel better do they? She quieted the little voice in the back of her mind, because while Daniel’s memories didn’t make her feel better, they made her feel something. And she wouldn’t let them go no matter what, just like she was sure that Emma wanted to keep her childhood memories. No matter how painful they were.

“Yeah, I did. You know, sometimes, the fact that I had good times amidst that whole mess that is my childhood just makes me angrier. Because they didn’t last; they were that one bone that kept being hung in front of my face and when I finally reached for it, it was taken away. They were what I could’ve had, but I didn’t.” Emma didn’t really care about the tears that were running down her cheeks; she and Regina have seen each other cry too many times by now.  

“It’ll be okay,” She didn’t have a way of knowing if it was going to be, and for a while the brunette’s words hung in the air without response until finally she heard a faint whisper coming from Emma.

“It already is”

At that moment, Regina didn’t know how and when their light hug turned to a tight embrace so filled with emotions it was going to burst, but she knew one thing for certain: Emma Swan might not have had a home for twenty eight years, but Regina was going to make sure she had one for the rest of her life.

i haven’t written in forever so this might suck but hey at least im trying am i right? no?? ok then.  still have 4 more prompts, ill try to post one every day if i can. anyways thanks for reading and @ the great anons who sent me prompts u rock thx

anonymous asked:

You lost followers because your a tranny and pony fag. I followed you for the fighting games but shit taste in music was the killer

Wow. Woooooooow. I didn’t think that’d actually be the case. Still big talk from the anonymous wall. I let anon stay enabled since I was enjoying the pleasant asks and stuff but damn, I don’t feel like hearing this stupid stuff.

Look, let’s just get something out of the way people.

1. Yeah, I’m a transgendering individual. MtF. If you’ve got a problem with it, I don’t need you following me anyway and I wont miss you. This place is an outlet for me and it felt especially good when I was receiving compliments about that whole “selfie mod pic” my followers were asking about.  If knowledge that I’m a “tranny” as you put it pisses you off that much, it matters little to me. The shit I deal with and persevere in real life is nothing compared to your lines of text. I’m gonna be happy with my gradual changes and there isn’t a thing you can do about it.

2. I can like more than just my love for fighting games. If you don’t like some of the things I post, I usually tag them. Use a blocker or just unfollow me.

3. Not liking Megaman Music, 0/10, Anon confirmed for plebeian tier.

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