colour-walk

reasons to stay alive

1. discovering yourself (you are worth discovering)
2. how silly people get when they’re sleepy
3. sitting in hammocks
4. long hugs
5. going to the zoo
6. carving pumpkins
7. cute baby animals
8. kissing in the rain
9. singing
10. the smell of baking cookies
11. picnics
12. warm blankets when it’s cold
13. you are so loved
14. octobers
15. staying up all night and sleeping in
16. water balloon fights
17. making babies smile
18. movie marathons
19. foreign cities, languages, people & foods
20. those “this never leaves the room” moments
21. rainbows
22. you will be missed
23. drinking hot chocolate/coffee/tea
24. binge-watching a series
25. slow dances
26. you are never alone
27. meeting new people
28. traveling
29. watermelon in the summer
30. sunsets
31. naps
32. road trips
33. finally understanding what something means
34. late night phone calls
35. listening to rainstorms
36. cuddling
37. climbing trees
38. going for walks
39. doing crazy things with your best friends
40. getting married some day
41. kind comments from others
42. tears of joy
43. drawing
44. cartoons
45. laughing really hard
46. making other people happy
47. sleeping in
48. doing things that would make your parents angry if they knew
49. jumping in puddles
50. getting lost
51. flowers
52. you are needed
53. fireflies
54. undiscovered forests
55. art
56. really good books
57. finding love of all kinds
58. jumping really high on a trampoline
59. hugging
60. full moons
61. crunchy leaves
62. see yourself recover
63. concerts
64. stargazing
65. kisses
66. secrets and promises
67. autumn leaves
68. knowing all of the lyrics to a song
69. orgasms
70. the smell after rain
71. getting handwritten letters in the mail
72. halloween
73. clean sheets
74. the first snow of the winter
75. petting puppies
76. city lights
77. late night walks
78. building forts
79. smiling in the middle of a kiss
80. people care about you
81. you are important
82. bonfires
83. thunder storms
84. having kids if you want
85. getting hickies
86. sunrises
87. when a baby holds on to one of your fingers with its whole hand
88. going to comic con
89. kind strangers
90. bowties
91. tree houses
92. music
93. solo dance parties in your room
94. new video games
95. long drives
96. being awake when everyone else is asleep
97. eye sex
98. smiling at strangers
99. onesies
100. you could save someone’s life
101. the sky and it’s pretty colours
102. suspenders
103. walks on the beach
104. sitting on rooftops
105. paint fights
106. there will be a time you’ll see that you’re glad you didn’t do it
107. pillow fights
108. lying on grass and watching clouds
109. you matter
110. watching fireworks
111. graduating
112. snow cones
113. bay windows
114. silence that isn’t awkward
115. messy hair
116. warm showers
117. when you start smiling and can’t stop

List of confirmed EXCLUSIVELY LGBT playable protagonist:

Jacob Frye (Bisexual) from Assassin’s Creed: Syndicate:

Originally posted by britishfryes

Javier Gracia (Bisexual + Man of Colour) from The Walking Dead Season 3: A New Frontier:

Originally posted by tevintermage

Ellie (Lesbian) from The Last of Us is playable partially in the main game but the protagonist in Left Behind DLC and will be the main protagonist in the upcoming The Last of Us Part II:

Originally posted by juuyon-blog

Max Caufield (Bisexual) from Life Is Strange:

Originally posted by leontheripper

Add more if you can think of them! I made this post in celebration of TellTale confirming Javier as bisexual.

Older brother Namjoon+ rest of BTS scolds you PT.9

BTS x Reader

Genre: Angst

Namjoon’s Sister AU

[PT.1] [PT.2] [PT.3][PT.4] [PT.5] [PT.6] [PT.7] [PT.8] [PT.9] [PT.10] [PT.11] [PT.12] [PT.13] [PT.14:END]


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

I heard a thump and my first reaction was to, of course, look up. I saw Y/N lying there on the floor, only a foot away from where I was sat. I don’t think I’ve ever got up so quickly in my life. I rushed straight to her side and picked her up in an instant. I felt how damp her clothes were, and also how warm her body was in my arms. She had a fever, she must have caught a cold from being out in the rain.

I opened the door to her apartment and carried her in, through the doors of her room and placed her on top of her bed. She was completely soaked from head to toe, and I couldn’t have her sleep in that. But I couldn’t possibly change her clothes for her. I knew Y/N’s neighbour was a middle aged lady, so I decided to knock on her door and ask if she could change Y/N, and she was more than happy to help.

After she had left I walked into Y/N’s room and saw that she was sleeping peacefully, but her lips were pale and her face was completely drained of colour. I walked out of the room and got a wet towel, wringing it out I walked back into her room and placed it on her forehead. Somewhat hoping for a miracle that it helps. I felt horrid, I did this to her. All of this is my fault, she’s sick because of me. If only I did better, then non of this would have happened, right? I should have protected her like I knew she would have wanted me to. I know she wants us all to, but we didn’t. At first, we were all so close, we took care of her and she took care of us, she always smiled. But as time went by and the fame got bigger, the more distant to her we all became. We didn’t even know that she was suffering, and we did nothing to help but instead we made it worse for her. Much worse. I felt guilty as I took one last look at her and left her room, leaving the door ajar.

I walked into her kitchen, it’s been a while since I’ve stopped by and actually visited her. Everything was placed neatly, so tidy and clean as usual. Until I started to rummage through her refrigerator and cupboards, looking for ingredients to make her something to eat for when she wakes up. I’m a horrible cook, I already knew that but I was always told to take medication with food and Y/N has to take medication so for her sake, I will attempt at cooking at try not to burn the whole apartment complex down.

Y/N’s p.o.v

I was woken up by the sounds of crashing and banging in my kitchen. I opened my eyes and saw that the room was still spinning. I realised that there was a wet towel on my forehead, I was no longer in my wet clothes and I was tucked into bed. Who in the world changed me out of my clothes? My head was still hurting, to the point I had no strength. There could be a pervert or a thief in my house right now and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, and it scared me to know that someone was in my house right now and I was completely weak. 

When I gathered up enough strength, I slowly got up. Holding a pair of sharp tweezers I made my way towards the kitchen. I saw the back of someone wearing a black hoodie, some blue ripped jeans and white socks. He was holding a knife and was hammering it against my countertop. 

“Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?” I shouted, holding my tweezers out in front of me, as if they could do any damage. By the time I could get close enough to jab the person with my tweezers, they could have thrown the knife at me. 

The man turned around still holding the knife in his hand. I was shocked to see the person standing in front of me. “Joonie?”


Who thought it was someone else? lolol ~ PT.10 anyone?

hogwarts houses & autumn aesthetics

gryffindor. oversized jumpers; roasting marshmallows over a crackling fire; laughing hysterically while pumpkin carving; the smell of cinnamon and baking; playing in puddles with bright gumboots; hair blowing wildly in the wind; cute beanies with pom poms; warm, rosy cheeks; burning your tongue when you sip a hot drink too quickly; early morning runs; worn, flannel shirts; pretending to be a dragon with clouds of warm breath in the cold air

hufflepuff. long, woollen socks; vanilla-scented candles; a warm blanket over your shoulders; jumping into a pile of autumn leaves; fluffy earmuffs; creamy hot chocolate with whipped cream on top; hanging fairylights everywhere; playing with your pet on a warm rug; thick mittens; a warm bath to relax after a long day; the crunching of leaves underfoot; capturing the image of dancing leaves with a vintage camera

ravenclaw. people-watching through foggy windows in cafés; reading a favourite book by candlelight; long, thick scarves; staying up late to play board games; wandering aimlessly under falling leaves; oversized, knitted cardigans; muted sunlight filtered through autumn leaves; late nights binging on netflix; a chilly wind freezing the tip of your nose; scribbling in notebooks under overcast skies; the natural silence of the woods; the dancing tendrils of steam from a mug of hot tea

slytherin. cold and misty mornings; warming your hands on a mug of hot coffee; dark lip colours; the dance of walking barefoot across a cold floor; stylish, long overcoats; falling asleep to the pattering of rain on the window; meandering wooded roads; lace-up leather boots; the flickering of candlelight in the dark; lying on a tartan blanket while listening to music through headphones; burying yourself in soft, warm blankets at the end of the day

Not An Athlete (2/?) *Lance Tucker x Reader*

Originally posted by rikkisixx

Summary: You’re forced by your Athlete parents into taking a summer job, which becomes your full-time job as you balance university. Only the asshole you work for and help, realises how much you do for him. He don’t like that, he don’t like you. Welcome to the world of Athletes, Lance Tucker is your tour guide. (I suck at summaries.)

Warnings: Explicit content, later on. Swearing, body shaming/ degrading language from Tucker. Asshole Tucker (I’m talking straight up rude.)

Part One - Part Three



You walked into work the next day, feeling pretty confident also. In your opinion, you had passed the test with flying colours. You walked in not expecting anything to be any different, why would it, you had full faith in Brooke to do this correctly. You didn’t expect her to nail everything but enough for Lance to not notice.

You walked to your locker and smiled at Brooke, double tracking at her sheepish smile at you. You sighed already knowing what the problem would be, this was bad, very bad. You crossed your arms and turn to Brooke, who gave a gentle sigh and gulped lightly, she looked pretty guilty.

“How much does this job meant to you?” Brooke asked with a timid smile and you uncrossed your arms and frowned. “Tucker was pissed because I gave him the wrong water and lunch, I am so sorry. Really I feel like shit, I didn’t think he’d notice, to be honest!”

You sighed loudly, turning to your locker and banging your head against the cold, hard metal causing Brooke to grab your shoulders and stop you. “What the hell am I meant to do? How do I explain?” You asked frantically.

“Well, it wasn’t your fault. He can’t fire you, I think.” She shrugged lightly also giving a small sigh of her own, “I am really sorry Y/N,” you shrugged it off and turned to the door. “Aren’t you getting your stuff?”

You looked over your shoulder, “He’s probably waiting for me to show up, why bother if I’m just gonna be fired?” She muttered a little ‘good luck’ as you walked out the door and towards the gym, towards hell!

You timidly stepped inside, holding Lance’ things for the morning and you visibly relaxed when you didn’t see anyone in the gym, beelining for the bench and placing everything down. Hopefully, you had till lunch to think of an argument, some kind of speech to persuade Lance into keeping you around. Maybe you could talk to his coach, he may have some idea or power into helping you out.

“You must be Y/N,” whilst the voice has never directly spoken to you, you’ve heard that voice and know exactly who it is before even turning around. Once you do, his arms are crossed and he has a far from an annoyed look on his face, he’s smirking almost as he looks you over. “Huh… you don’t look like much to me!”

You frowned wanting to know what that meant, “I am sorry about yesterday, I told Brooke what to do because I left but-”

He cut you off. “Listen, I don’t need some, random girl leaving water around for me, okay? Do you even know who I am?”

“Lance Tucker, I’ve been working for you around a year now. You’re a gold and silver medalist,” you speak fast and he raises his eyebrows. “I don’t expect you to understand but I needthis job, it’s good pay and I’m at university, I’m sorry, really I am!” He’s silent for a few seconds. “You can’t fire me for my absence either,” you try.

“Get in my way again or even slightly inconvenience me, you’re gone, got it?” He glared and you nodded, he steps forward, borderline breaking personal space. “And if you think for a second I’m going to make this easy, let you off for this, you’ve got another thing coming. I can’t fire you but I’m gonna make this so much harder for you,” he grins as a two gymnasts come in, “Great talking to you.”

You finally breathed when Lance walked away, you turned and watched as he started getting to train, you walked out of the gym to a very concerned looking Brooke. Explaining the whole situation, making you and her even more confused.

“What does he even mean?” Brooke asked; you shrugged.

“I think,” you ponder, “he’s talking about making my job more difficult, now he knows he’s got some errand girl, he’s going to use that in the worse possible way.” You sighed out and Brooke looked even more guilty, “will you stop! I’m fine, once I graduate, I’ll quit and that’s not far.”

Only, Lance wasn’t kidding by making things more harder.

He changed how he liked things after a week, the water left wasn’t his favourite anymore and he switched his training schedule so, you were a little late to leaving things like a towel or another bottle for him. It seemed he had talked to Sher Summers, a female gymnast, who is the females reincarnation of him; narcissistic, mean and promiscuous. She uses her personal assistant to the full advantage.

You started to do Lance’ dry cleaning, taking it and picking it up. It wasn’t too much trouble but it cut into study time, important study time. So, much so, you were cutting into your sleep to study. You also had to manage his mail, fan mail, reading letters from prepubescent teen girls wasn’t fun.

You weren’t going to give up, no way, you were going to fight even if it meant doing all this tedious shit. Lance Tucker wasn’t going to defeat you, you are going to take this in stride and not give in; you are going to prove you’re stronger than this. Than him.

“I am so ready to give up,” you sigh to Brooke over lunch.

Okay, so maybe, being tired and achy isn’t helping with your situation. You always wondered what it’d be like if Lance knew of your existence if maybe, you’d actually be friends! You wondered if there was more to this narcissist side of him and if you’d ever see the true Lance Tucker.

“He’s driving me up the wall,” you frown. “Everything is wrong, nothing ever right and it’s infuriating. I’m gonna end up strangling him,” Brooke chuckled at you as she bites into her pasta.   

“I really don’t think anyone would see that as a bad thing,” she counters with a little shrug, finishing up her lunch as you chuckled, nodding in agreement with her. “I mean, I don’t think he can get any worse,” You raised an eyebrow as she shrugged again.

If Lance heard Brooke say that he’d take it as a challenge, judging by the way he’s acting, you’d say he heard but that’s impossible considering he wasn’t even in the building when you had lunch; was he? He made you paranoid. You felt like you were being watched every second, of every day, it was torture. What’s been bugging you, you can’t explain this either, is the fact whenever you look over to him, he isn’t even standing in your direction. Lance Tucker had officially made you go insane.

You had to stick this out, to prove to your parents and yourself. You had pretty much proved to them, you stuck this tedious job out for the entire summer and then some, it’s not like you had to stick around but it was for the money. Money that was helping pay rent and college tuition. If you were smart, you could save up the next few days pay and then leave, you will have enough to last; barely, till you graduated.

Week Later

You were walking towards the gym when you heard someone calling out, lifting your head as you slung your laptop bag over your right shoulder. Lance was exiting a red mustang with his eyebrows raised.

“Wow, I didn’t think you’d show up,” he commented with a big smirk.

“Well, some of us actually need to work and earn money on a daily basis otherwise they’d become homeless or worse,” you retorted, really not in the mood for his rude behaviour today.

He chuckled and held the door open for you, you looked at him suspiciously but entered with a little nod, Lance walking right behind you with this knowing grin. It was real, deeply, unsettling for him to be smiling that way.

“Just I find extremely odd that a girl with parents like yourself would even need to work,” you stopped dead in your track, Lance bumping into you slightly and stepped in front of you, smiling as he looked down at you. “What… really didn’t think I’d find out your last name? I didn’t believe it at first, how could I, right?”

You were frowning. “You looked into my private record?”

He nodded, “So, really, tell me what’s it like coming from two Olympic parents and be a huge disappointment?” He questioned, seemingly really interested in the answer. “To not be an athlete of any kind, not even Golf!” he snickered, “Wow, if you were my kid, I would have cut all ties. Oh, is that why you’re in need of this job?”

“No, I wanted my independence. You have no right going through any of that, that’s personal,” you felt on the verge of tears.

His amusing demeanour changed suddenly, instead he looked a matter of factly to you, nodding his head a little. “See that would work but you’re not an athlete, you’re just an errand girl,” he shrugged lightly.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, eyes showing signs of watering because you really, really, didn’t want to hear any of this today. You nodded and looked away, not wanting to give Lance the satisfaction of making close to crying.

“You know for a dick, you can be a real asshole sometimes,” you tell him before continuing your way to your locker. Trying to keep your composure, not wanting to let a single tear fall down your cheeks because he isn’t worth it.

You went about your day, everything as stressful and hard, as usual. You didn’t even have the time to write a few paragraphs for your essay, it being due next week, this was the latest you had left any assignment. Thankfully, Lance was leaving early because it was a Friday and he wanted to go out and see some friends, maybe you’d be able to get a few hours of writing and sleeping in.

So you thought.

At two in the morning, still studying, you get a text.

You need to come pick me up! - Unknown number.

Who is this? - You

Who do you fucking think? Lance! - Dickhead Tucker

How the hell did you get my number? And no way, it’s 2am! - You

Like fuck you are, if you want your job still!
You need to come get me!

As your fucking boss, - The Dickhead Tucker

Where are you?- You

Las Vegas! - The Dickhead Tucker

OMG! NO. - You

But you were already getting together your things, after this, you’re quitting! You are going to drive the four hours, plan a speech and tell him you’re quitting, this is ridiculous. 

(Leaves this on a cliff-hanger because I am now that writer! Let me know what you think, sorry it takes me forever to update but I juist want the chapters to be perfect. Love you guys, - Rosalee)


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I used to see in colour but I slowly started building walls around myself and before I knew it, everything went black.
—  Georgiaonefour
You've heard of color soulmate Aus now get ready for...

A world where even if you’re soulmates you don’t instantly get color when you see each other. The first time you see each other the black and white seems brighter but you have to actually fall in love in order to be able to see color. But hey, at least you know you really do want to spend the rest of your life with this person.
But then there’s the exceptions, the people who see their soulmate and get full colour immediately but…their soulmate doesn’t. So they have to pine aggressively to just get a chance with the person and hope they’ll realize what’s going on.
And Oops, Alex looked at Thomas Jefferson and immediately got colour and he almost walked up to Thomas to bring it up but boom Thomas tore into him during class and suddenly Alex realizes getting his soulmate will Be A Lot Harder than anticipated.
….dabs softly….

Mornings with Bucky

(not my gif, found it on google, credit to whoever made it!)

Bucky turned in the bed, finding it empty. Worry filled him when you weren’t there, and ready to fight whatever, he got out of the bedroom. He slowly walked to the kitchen when he heard noises from there. But when he got to the doorway, all worry left him. You were emptying the dishwasher, only in one of his t-shirts (which was too big for you, but you loved it).

And so Bucky stood there, admiring the way your body moved. He loved the way your messy hair fell on your back, the way you moved around the kitchen, the way you danced to the music on the radio.

You finished and leaned against the counter, tired, looking out on the awakening city. The sun shone from behind some skies, making everything a beautiful orange colour. Bucky silently walked over to you, and wrapped hid arms around your waist. You shivered, both from being unaware that he was present and the cold metal against your skin.

“Good morning doll.” He whispered into your hair. You leaned into his touch, and felt his bare skin against your clothed back.

“Why are you up so early?” you asked, turning to face him. You met his smile. God he looked amazing.

“I missed you.” he said and kissed your forehead before pulling you into a long hug.

Mornings with Bucky were the best.


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Things That Mess With My Sense Of Reality

- (everything because I have psychosis but these things make it extra difficult for me)

- not seeing someone for over a week and then seeing them again

- when i think about something happening and something even slightly similar to it happens irl

- when someone i know is suddenly interested in something different or something changes about their appearance

- when somebody states that they can’t read minds / aren’t evil / don’t have super powers as a joke but now i think they’re probably lying

- when objects are moved to a different spot from where they usually are

- being pretty sure that random stranger’s face was different last time i saw them / being pretty sure that house was a different colour last time i walked past it

Add yours on either in the tags or directly onto the post!

Colours (Barry Allen)

BLURB: every person you love leaves a colour on your skin. Some people are stained everywhere with colour, some with none at all. But there is always one simple rule, once you find your soulmate they wash away all the other colours. 

OR 

 The soulmate colour AU with Barry cause lets be real, everyone needs this in their lives.  

 Also I apologize, I wrote this at three AM.

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The waiter that handed me my coffee had hands stained with blue, bright blue standing out against their dark skin. Guess they got lucky, found someone to wash away the rest. Or perhaps they never had any to wash away, their hairline is stained too. Signs of gentle touches. 

 Yeah I know most people use words like ‘painted’ or ‘caressed’ to describe the colours. I use ‘stained’, because thats what they are. Stupid marks that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard you tried. Marks that show everyone your personal life. Stains that show if you love too much or not at all.

 You see I hate the orange stains that lace my body, the constant reminder that my only love left me. Ran away with someone who could mark them with deep purple, wash away my pitiful gold. 

 Most people think gold is an amazing colour to leave behind, not him. He hated it, said it reminded him of all the medals he should have won. 

 Oh well, at least I’m not stained with white 

 That’s the worst, white means you’ve fallen in love. But they don’t love you back, so every time that person touches you your skin is bleached. A constant reminder that they don’t love you back 

 Most of the time those people find another soulmate, someone to wash away the bleach. To give them colour again 

 There’s one person in this city that I know of with skin bleached. 

 A CSI, I don’t know his name. But it’s obvious, I always see him interviewing patients at the hospital I work at.

 See their sympathetic looks as their eyes trail along his bleached body. 

 I’ve never spoken to him though; hell I’ve never even looked him in the eyes. I’m too scared I’ll see myself in them, see the same hopeless look all people left by their colour match do. 

 Yeah I get that there’s still hope. That by some miracle you might find a real match. Someone to wash away the other colours. Or paint over the bleach. It had happened before. 

But then I look at the bleached CSI, and I lose all hope. 

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 As I walk to the hospital I see him again, running in. He’s always late, that much is obvious by the annoyed scowl of the police captain as he arrives.

 The annoyed scowl stained with yellow. 

 I went to my next patient, trying to ignore the bleached soul behind me as much as I tried to pretend my hands aren’t stained with orange. 

 “Y/N?” one of the nurses called. 

 “Yeah?” 

 “The CSI has to question your patient.” 

 “Alright, send him in,” I replied as I carried on taking my patient’s vitals.

 There was nothing I wouldn’t have done to not be in that room.

 To not see my own fate reflected in his eyes. 

 I could ignore him, I thought. I could carry on my duties and pretend I didn’t see the other person in the room, I could just make sure the patient was stable and handle the rest once he leaves.

 Easy. Until he enters. 

 He’s much taller than I expected, about half a head taller than me (yeah I’m tall urgh). He walked in and tried to introduce himself. Tried to shake my hand.

 I ignored him, I couldn’t possibly address him. That would mean addressing all of him. 

 I try not to notice the sad looks my patient is giving him.

 I did my full exam without even looking at him, and then practically ran from the room. 

 Thankfully the rest of the day went fine, a couple patients commented on how happy I must be of course. Because that was the only option when a colour stains your body as much as it stains mine, no one presumes that person could have left. 

Because somehow everything revolves around this stupid colours.

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 As I was walking home that day I heard running behind me, as I turned around I saw the CSI running towards me. 

 No. No. No. 

 This cannot be happening, I thought. There was no way he could about to reach me, none at all. I avoid him as much as possible. This isn’t happening.

 “Hey! Wait,” he called, running up to me.

 When I turned to look at him I saw just how bad off he was, his hairline, his cheeks, the outline of his lips. All bleached, like every bit of colour was drained from him. 

His pain painted on his face by some cruel artist. 

 He held something in colourless hands, “This fell of your neck while you were examining that guy, thought you might want it back.” In his hands he held my gold necklace that my brother gave me, I hadn’t even noticed it had gone. 

 “Oh my god, thank you so much! I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost this!” He smiled, he was different when he smiled.

 Almost like a trace of his former self somewhere in there, fighting to resurface.

 “No problem,” he said as he handed it back to me. 

 As he gave it to me our hands touched, I almost screamed. 

 Where he touched me, the orange had changed to a deep maroon. I looked at his hand and saw gold, the bleached had been painted over. 

 “Hi,” he whispered, a broken smile on his face.

 “Hey,” I laughed back, tracing his face with my hand, watching as the bleach there changed to gold.

 It’s been five months since that day and I’ve got to own up to something, maybe soulmates weren’t so bad after all. I’ve learned his name is Barry, I’ve he’s the Flash (his colour is maroon for god’s sake). 

He’s in and out of the hospital all the time now.

 Only I don’t avoid him now, I watch with pride. As the patient’s smiles change from sympathetic to hopeful as their eyes trail down the gold paint strokes that lace his body.

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Thanks for reading what happens in my brain at three AM…

I’m actually rather proud of this one, please let me know what you think.

requests are open :)