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PSA

do not buy your child a rabbit this easter season. 

do not buy your child a rabbit this easter season. 

do not buy your child a rabbit this easter season.

it’s not even easter yet, and i’ve already seen plenty of people posting up in parking lots with signs that say “bunnies for sale” and it makes me cringe. 

80% of these easter bunnies are abandoned, and 95% of them don’t live to see their first birthday. 

  • rabbits are a huge responsibility, not just some cute conversation piece you can keep locked up in a cage all day. 
  • even if you do keep it in a cage most of the time, the cage needs to be 4 to 6 times as big as they are so they can stretch and stand up on their back feet. (source: house rabbit society) store bought cages generally are not suitable for rabbits even if they’re marketed as such.
  • rabbits require 3 to 4 hours (minimum) of playtime outside of their living space in an area big enough for them to binky and run around. 
  • their litter boxes need to be cleaned at least every other day if not more often. 
  • rabbits chew everything, from furniture to electric cords - be prepared to “bunny-proof” everything in your home. 
  • they have a strict diet, and an extensive list of foods they can and cannot eat. [bunny safe fruits & veggies]
  • they are prey animals that do not like to be picked up 99.9% of the time - a small child will not understand this and may end up hurting the animal.
  • they are loving animals but may or may not like to cuddle or even sit next to you sometimes - you should never expect a rabbit to act like a cat or dog, even though some of them do. 
  • they require annual vet visits, and should be spayed or neutered as soon as they are old enough to do so. 
  • rabbits groom themselves and should never, EVER be bathed or submerged in water - this can cause an ailment called head tilt, hypothermia, shock, and even death. 
  • a surprisingly little known fact, but rabbits aren’t rodents - if you don’t know this, maybe you shouldn’t be getting a rabbit in the first place. 

please be responsible and don’t get your child a rabbit this easter season unless you’ve done your research and plan to take full responsibility in caring for this animal. 


Bunny Care 101

seeing Beauty and the Beast in hyper-realistic CGI has forced me to re-evaluate the entire concept of the movie. Like the whole “talking furniture” thing was adorable & COOL in animated-form, but in reality it’s like a fuckin horror movie. You’re trapped in a place where cups have EYES and literally anything could’ve been an ex-person. That spoon you just licked clean? A person. That chair you’ve been sitting on? Practically someone’s LAP. That toilet in your bathroom? Oh-ho-hooo bOY DO I HAVE SOME NEWS FOR YOU.  

Types as plants 🌱

ISTP Leafy little tree, growing somewhere strange, the side of a mountain perhaps? A remote island? Very impressive 🌳

ISTJ Flowering hydrangea, many leaves to drink up the sun, loved by all the bees, crowned bee overlord with high honors 🐝

ISFP Tiger Lily, fierce, statement flower and centerpiece, may require extra care but is definitely a show stopper 🐯

ISFJ White roses, protective thorns, grows in the soil but deserves the best vase ! A good flower ! 🌹

INTP Small cactus, v prickly but sometimes grows flowers, needs very little water but lots of encouragement 🌵

INTJ Redwood (extra mega tall), will not stop growing even if you ask. Do not chop this tree ! The thought of being common house furniture is unsettling 🍂

INFP Willow tree, calm and happy, many birds live here !  A little bit sad but a very good tree, deserves all the sunlight 🕊

INFJ The apple tree ! Feeds all its friends, has very good fruit, but what happens when the fruit is gone??? Crisis mode ENGAGED 🍎

ESTP Killer Algae, flowey and leafy and lives in the ocean ! Too bad they deprive marine life of food and habitat (good thing they’re cute) 🌊

ESTJ Succulents ! Tiny and green and sit in the window, certainly not going anywhere, don’t worry about forgetting to water, this independent succulent doesn’t need you 🎍

ESFP Cherry blossoms, jaw dropping, people come from all around to see you bloom ! Truly the epitome of style and aesthetic 🌸

ESFJ Tulips in the family garden, watering cans and ladybugs, your friendly neighborhood hummingbird feeder ! Planted neatly in nice little rows 🌷

ENTP Venus fly trap. Very interesting, composed of personality and flesh dissolving acid. Goodbye bugs you are gone 🐞

ENTJ Ivy, confident and ever climbing, quite the aesthetic addition to the garden! Be warned though, for ivy can keep out weeds, but if not managed, can harm the trees as well 🌿

ENFP Cannabis, loved by many, knows just how to chill, truly a staple in the friend group ! As long as they’re kept grounded and in control, they’re all set for some fun🍁

ENFJ Money tree ! A loyal and giving plant, must be watered just right, and reminded to keep a little cash for themselves. A very lovely plant ! 💸

BTS as Roommates

Jin:

  • ”hey, Third Guy From The Left, pass the remote”
  • cleans up after you, cooks for you, nags a lot; he’s basically your second mom
  • your friends coming over to hit on him
  • which he’s totally down with; “I’m worldwide handsome, what do you expect?”
  • your parents wishing you two would get together
  • you two cuddle sometimes and it’s fine, it’s nothing romantic. just two friends chilling in each others arms,, move along ppl, nothing to see here
  • you’re his taste tester
  • so he often makes you stand by while he cooks, so he can spoon boiling hot sauce from the pot into your mouth to ask if he needs more salt
  • buys you BTS merch
  • “I better be your ultimate bias” “look at me, I’m everyone’s bias and bias wrecker” “the real visual of BTS taehyung better back off”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Suga:

  • you joke that he’s basically a ghost
  • he’s usually not there, since he’s at the studio or doing promotions, concerts, etc. and when he is there, he’s sleeping
  • whenever he’s there and actually awake you’re like “who are you? I didn’t know you lived here” “shut up and tell me what there is to eat in this house. are there any lamb skewers?”
  • like I said, he’s mostly not there but when he is, he wants to spend some time hanging with you. the boys are fine but he’s so Tired of their antics that time with you is like a breath of fresh air
  • you don’t do much, just watch tv and order take out but it suites you both just fine. he usually shit talks other celebs during that time, so you know all the inside gossip
  • “wait, he’s cheating on her with the model??” you gasp
  • “yeah, I caught them fucking backstage”
  • “well, damn :( he was my bias”

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy

J-Hope:

  • so f*cking loud omg u wonder why you still live with him
  • he’s energetic and loud (I can’t stress the loud part) for the most part, even waking you up with pans banging or singing in your ear
  • insists on “roommate bonding time” which is just an excuse to go out, get drunk & bring back f*ck buddies
  • has the LOUDEST sex
  • and walls are thin
  • but he apologizes w pizza so,, there’s perks to that
  • walks around half naked
  • flirts w your hot friends/family members but always asks you if it’s okay to make a serious move on any of them. he doesn’t want to cross any lines that would leave tension between you two
  • keeps trynna hook you up with one of the boys “except Joonie he’s gross” “he’s exactly like you” “exactly”
  • always texts & snaps you, sometimes about roommate stuff (”did I leave the stove on?” “which brand of popcorn should I pick up?” “did I leave my keys in the apartment?”) and sometimes just to chat
  • he likes to send you updates about BTS
  • he facetimed you at the BBMAS and does so just in general, so you get to see what idol life is really like … lots of sitting backstage, tired but running on adreneline, being hungry, etc

Originally posted by btsarekings

Rap Monster:

  • your place is the hangout spot. the guys always come over whether it’s to chill or hold house parties where you’re like “let’s not get twisted and ruin the furniture” but uh,, let’s just say you two aren’t getting your deposits back
  • refuses to let the guys even hit on you; “you’re too good for them. I’d rather hook you up with someone better. do you like Jackson? wait, nvm he’s worse than us”
  • totally cool w you bringing back one night stands
  • hell, he slips you protection too if you need it
  • is also very aware of you when you’re both out, that no one tries to slip you something or take advantage of you
  • takes you home if you’re too drunk
  • nurses you as you throw up but gives you hell for it the next day
  • he’s basically more like your chill cousin than a roommate

Originally posted by snowmons

Jimin: 

  • proTECT PROTECT Protect at ALL Costs
  • he denies this but he loves having you dote on him
  • it’s a nice feeling, to come back after a long day to your food, a warm home and just chill on the couch with you
  • he feels comfortable around you, talking about his worries or about his day
  • turns into Big Brother mode if you’re going to a party or if you start dating. no guy/gal even sets foot into that apartment unless they’re 100% Jimin approved
  • you’re both protective of each other, like siblings, so living together is a joy

Originally posted by bwipsul

V: 

  • super touchy,, everyone thinks you’re dating but nah man it’s just friends kissing friends, how’s that not normal?
  • will crawl into your bed quite often
  • brings home food
  • insists on late night “adventures” to the convenience store, where you just buy junk food and movies on sale
  • jungkook practically lives there
  • you keep “joking” that he needs to pay rent but it’s not a joke anymore like seriously u use up all our hot water give us money
  • he loves having ppl over, not just jungkook lol, but your friends and his other friends,, your place is usually busy and always a warm environment
  • buys you matching “friendship” outfits and bracelets that legit are just friendship stuff, no dating
  • he tells you about his crushes (even before jungkook but don’t tell him)
  • and you two stay up some nights, stalking yours and his crushes, on their social media accounts, having panic attacks when you accidentally like shit from 38 weeks ago

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook:

  • watching anime 25/8
  • offering him protection when jimin stays over; “but we’re just friends” “yeah right sure. just hmu if you need them”
  • it took him a whole year to warm up to you though
  • he was so awkward and shy, often keeping his distance
  • he walked in on you pooping once and it took two months for him to walk back into the apartment (he’d been sleeping on jin’s couch lol)
  • now he farts around you
  • you two rank the fart based on sound, funniness and smell
  • *choking* *tearing up* “good one (y/n) that’s a solid 11/10″
  • will blush himself to death if you bring home someone
  • doesn’t really bring anyone over himself. he’s too uncomfortable w the fact that you’re there to try anything.
  • doing childish shit like pranks and eating each others sweets
  • “kook did u eat my green sweets?”
  • jk, with green tongue: “no, how could u accuse me??”

Originally posted by nnochu

alright but i can’t stop thinking about this… andrew and neil had never have pets. in their life. and they get cats of all animals:

  • Neil would do his best on researching about them whenever he doesn’t know why they behave a certain way, but still he’ll never understand his cats’ behaviour so he kind of rolls with it.
    It’s different with andrew, because he still isn’t used to them and they’re an inconvenience he can’t get rid of 
  • the first time they hear one of their cats purr is an experience they’ll never forget: 
  • Neil: Andrew…. come listen to this
    Andrew: ….. it’s vibrating.
  • just when andrew DECIDED to give Sir a scratch, the cat bites his finger. not roughly, just a sign that means “leave me alone for now” but andrew just thinks the cat doesn’t like him and tells neil he doesn’t like the cat either and he’ll never bother again
  • but later he tries again, luckily when Sir is in a good mood and he is pleased to hear him purr. Neil too.
  • the cats always get in Neil’s way when he goes to feed them, and they’ve made him trip hundreds of times. He’s stepped on their tails too, on accident, and andrew had to come to tell him the cats were just fine before he panicked. 
  • neil loves playing with the cats. he has scratches all over his fingers and hands because he plays hiding his hands behind the couch or chairs, and the cats attack them when he wiggles his fingers 
  • whenever andrew walks into the kitchen the cats follow him because they think he’ll feed them. they meow loudly and purr, with their tails up and scratch the counter where Neil keeps their food. Andrew just stares at them as he slowly pours himself coffee.
  • BATHING THEM. it’s also neil’s job, but andrew helps whenever he feels like it. 
  • The first time they bathe them, they discover that Sir is not that fat, he just has a Lot of hair. and also, that King Fluffkins loves water.
    Andrew takes pictures of Sir’s wet figure as the animal stares right into the camera with an expression that clearly says “help”
  • CAT HAIR, rip andrew’s all black wardrobe 
  • they had learned to keep their wardrobe CLOSED SHUT the hard way,   because they had woken up to the cats sleeping in there, over their clothes.
  • andrew can’t go to the bathroom without Fluffkins sticking his paw under the door, and he finds annoying the first times, but then he grows used to it and would poke it and snort when Fluffkins’ claws poke him back.
  • andrew finds all the shit cats do amusing: Like jumping 6 feet high when they get scared, running non-stop around the house and crawling on furniture with a stunned look on their face, the way their pupils dilate and the little wiggle they do when they’re about to jump on neil’s fingers, or when they climb up the courtains 
  • neil can’t be one minute sitting with his laptop that one of the cats HAS to walk over him and sit over his computer
  • andrew:

wolfftrap  asked:

okay but i still think about how Will actually fucking let himself into hannibal's house in season 1 and threw his coat down and he is still fucking alive. Hanni puts up with a lot of shit for him

Will is literally allowed to do anything Hannibal doesn’t care like

whatever Will throw your shit wherever I don’t care because the jacket is off and I now have an unobstructed view of the booty I don’t care tear down the drapes rip up my drawings rearrange my furniture juST FUCK ME UP WILL

Meanwhile that time in season 2 when Mason had the audacity to leave his jacket on the lounge when he took his seat:

Hannibal was quite possibly more offended than that time Franklyn put his used tissue on the table beside him.

Also Will is allowed to do this, just casually settle in behind Hannibal’s desk, in his chair, while I’m pretty sure Mason was almost murdered for having the audacity to do the same thing  

And yes okay he put his feet on the desk which is super rude BUT

Will can literally SIT ON HANNIBAL’S DESK AND HE DOESN’T EVEN BAT AN EYE like i’m pretty sure Will could come into his office and just casually gut the fish he caught that day on his desk and Hannibal would just sit there making gooey eyes at him and loving every single second of it.

Ghost // Jughead Jones

Summary: Jughead’s been neglecting his girlfriend in favour of the case leaving no time to see each other. It slowly gets worse until things escalate into a fight when you came home late when he’s been waiting to apologize.

Characters: Reader x Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, and Veronica Lodge (mentioned).

Words: 2888

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. In this, like every other Riverdale fic I do, Jughead is NOT asexual in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, neglect, and smut.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Finals are finally over and I’m free to write again!

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Originally posted by juggiehead

It was a tough week to say the least with your boyfriend Jughead completely skipping the study dates you set. He had asked you out not even a full month ago in a sweet but very Jughead way that you appreciated dearly. Your teacher had put you together for a project that you were steadily doing the project solo and it was a lot of work to do.

You couldn’t believe how you barely saw him anymore with his obsession over the murder of Jason Blossom and he was spending it with Betty Cooper. That made you a little uncomfortable given she was a basket case and obviously mentally unbalanced from the Chuck Clayton incident. Jughead and Betty had gotten together earlier in the year for a month tops before it become glaringly problematic on how different they were. It was insane how little you saw each other when he lived with you. You were emancipated from your parents a year and a half ago and now you could see how it wasn’t that smart to start a relationship with someone you live with. He just didn’t care about you like you cared for him.

To: Jughead👑
From: Y/N
~When are you coming be here?~

To: Y/N
From: Jughead👑
~Can’t make it sorry, info about Jason came up~

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Title: meant to be something
Summary: Fate brought them together again in the form of conjoined apartments.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: Something More
Rating: T or T+ (just for that little nsfwish smidge in there)
A/N: So some time ago my friend @mika213 brought this sort of situation up for when Sasuke would come back from his road of redemption… and this prompt just immediately reminded me of it. Could you imagine??

ALSO I KNOW IM LATE BUT SHHHHHHHHHHH. 


“S-Sasuke-kun? What are you doing here?”

Blinking, Sasuke’s hand fell from the doorknob he’d only just reached for, turning to his side to meet the unexpected sight of his long-time pink haired teammate—whom he hadn’t really gotten the chance to see much of since she’d welcomed him back from his two-year journey a few days prior. His brows furrowed lightly.

“…I live here.”

Sakura’s mouth parted at this, eyes snapping wide open. “What, really?” she exclaimed, brows shooting up high. “Since when?”

“Four days ago,” he replies without much delay, frowning all the while. Then, he blinked again, understanding finally dawning on him. “You live here too?”

A slight blush tainted her cheeks at that. “Yeah,” Sakura replied, moving to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She smiled at him, bright, though a little shy. “I’ve been here for the past three years. And I guess I’m… also your new neighbor, apparently.”

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the houses

 (a rather abstract description of the houses, what they could look like and things they contain)

first house: You open a giant, dark wooden door. The knob is hot as you touch it but you don’t flinch and enter a even hotter room, you immediately start sweating. The air is burning and the windows are wide open. Bright light is shining trough some kind of living room, full of possessions of the creature living there. You look around and already know who must be the owner. Still,you ask who lives there and the strong Aries enters the room, his aura is radiant, vibrant, lively, present. “I am life”, he speaks clearly. “I am energy, physical appearance,the self, the will and the doing. I show you how you approach the world and open yourself to it.” 

second house: This door is made out of silver, with blue ornaments. It looks beautiful and must be of high value. With a ‘click’ the door opens, but it really is heavy, so you got to put more effort into the act of opening it. The room is rather minimalist, but some of the furniture and paintings must be old and very expensive. The Taurus stands in front of the high windows and looks out of it, the eyes tired, even a bit melancholic. “Is there something I can do for you?”, the Taurus asked, the voice deep and kind of magnetic. “I want to know who you are”, you ask slowly. The Taurus blinks slowly and answers: “I am development, self worth and win and loss, materialistic and emotional safety, setting limits and fighting for protection.” 

third house: As you come closer to the third door you can hear people speaking. Or at least someone who is discussing something with someone. Voices come and voices go, you are wondering how many people might be in there? The door looks asymmetrical and as you enter the room you are not sure if it’s an office or plainly a full room. As you look around you see that there are radios everywhere, from old to new and each of them is turned on. So that must be the voices. Notes over notes are gathered on the floor and walls, between them some  pictures pinned to the wall of different people. Right in the middle is the Gemini, both of them talking in a heat with a coffee in the right and a pencil in the left hand, constantly taking notes. “So, you must be..?”
“The Gemini!”, one answers excited. The other one continues, more thoughtful: “We are communication, the image, the way of thinking, and -”
“..the ability to adjust, the close environment, small adventures, our neighbors as well as-” 
“Siblings!”, the other one finishes the sentence and both of them laugh, clear as a bell.

fourth house: You hold on before opening this door. It’s made out of colored, dark blue wood, the knob is glowing and the night sky is painted on the dark background. As you open the door everything seems quiet, but you hear someone humming a lullaby, quietly. The cancer sits in the middle of the darkened room, old photo albums, books and letters are gathered around her and she looks like she would fall asleep in any second. You see that this is a bedroom, filled with belongings of her and you hear the sound of the waves outside somewhere from the opened window. As you sit quietly next to her and watch her looking through the photos, she smiles softly before answering your unspoken question: “You know what I am? I am emotions and the feeling of true belonging. I am the roots of your inner being, family and home, your psychological identification, the connection of the environment and private life. I am the intimacy, age and the unconsciousness.”

fifth house: This door is not wooden. It is made out of the finest marble you could find here on earth. The knob is long and golden, a Latin phrase is written on the shimmering marble, it says ‘Ab imo pectore‘, from the bottom of my heart. You can hear music playing loudly and with an easy sweep you open the giant. You enter an atelier, the light is glowing golden and the Leo dances in the middle of it. Everything look rather antique, but with such grace and vividness, you cannot stop yourself from smiling. The sudden laugh of the Leo sounds like an imitating roar and he tip toes to his lover on the giant bed next to the window. “You are even more beautiful than my paintings, I could never capture your beauty.” As his lover smiles and takes his hands, they suddenly point in your direction and the Leo turns around, his thick hair shining in the light. “What do you want, stranger?” You answer honestly and the Leo laughs again as you want to know who he is. “I am art, your passions, creativity and individuality. The will for live, joy, children, the partner, sexuality, the wish for admiration and appreciation. “

sixth house: This door seems rather modest, but pretty as well. It seems to be quiet smaller than the rest of the doors you have seen so far. It has small little patterns carved in it. You see a note in the middle of it, it’s telling you to knock before opening and so you do as it told you. “Yes, you may come in.” You enter a cold, neatly tidied up working room, the lights are dimmed but the creature - the Virgo - in front of you is uptight, being busy doing some work - whatever it might be - but still keep a gentle smile on the lips. “Sorry, I’m in a hurry, please don’t mind the mess.” Mess she says, but you cannot even see a bit of dust on the book shelf. “Please, sit down, do you want something to drink? I cannot let you stay for a long time, but I already know what you might want to know, if you don’t mind answering you question.” Surprised you nod. “I a, work and service, as you can see. I am duty, social integration, physic healthiness, one ones limits and the limit of the others. the balance between my own needs and the ones of the environment.”

seventh house: This door is already open. You are surprised and carefully look into the room. There is a comfortable looking bedroom, its furniture is held in warm colors, there is much light shining inside since the windows are very high and there are no curtains. The Libra is walking directly towards you, a soft smile on the lips and a glass of water in the other hand. “Hey, how are you? Just passing by?” You nod and ask if you are allowed to sit down on the sofa, Libra nods and sits down with you. “Sorry, I am just, ahm-” He pauses as he notes down something in a giant book with a dark, cracked leather binding.” You blink  a few times before asking what kind of book Libra is carrying with him. “Oh this? Sometimes I need to note everything down, every person that touched me, I’ve met, you know. You learn so much by being in touch with others.” You nod, it seems right what he says. “You know, I am the development of ones own identity by meeting others. Relationships to others, the You, mental interest, contacts and meetings, harmony, joy and beauty. The partner, the person opposite as my projection surface, cooperation, socialization, coming together and working together.”

eight house: This door seems made out of stone. You are struggling to open it. Are you allowed to open it? The atmosphere is tense and you hear a vibrant sound somewhere. Next to you  in the hallway is a small window, which you look out of. There is the deep, blackness of the night sky, golden stars are adorning it, among them the white, glowing, milky moon, who whispers sweet promises and goodbyes to you. Suddenly the stone door is opening, you jump in shook and your heartbeat raises as you see red glowing eyes watching you from the dark behind it. “Hello. What do you want”, a deep, echoing voice asks you. Your hands are shaking, you are frightened and at the same time deeply hypnotized. “You are Scorpio, right?” The eyes keep on starring. “I am.” You swallow and ask if you may enter. “I am the darkness that you desire, the occult, the interest, I am passion, desire, transformation, the taboo, the darker side and death. Are you sure you want to come in?” You do not hesitate, but nod instantly. “Hmpf.” A pale hand grabs yours, the skin tone seems too pale for something living, but indeed the hand is warm and you feel oddly safe. 

ninth house: You had to climb a long spiral staircase in order to get to this room. Exhausted you breath desperately for air before realizing that you are in a giant tower. This door is slightly opened and you hear music faintly whispering in your ear. “Sorry?”, you ask as you see the Sagittarius twirling around in the room, a couple of maps in the hand. The room is full of possessions, pictures, books, paintings and different furniture from all over the world. Suddenly the Sagittarius stops, his brown eyes vividly laying on you. “Oh hi, didn’t see you there”, he says as he lays down the old maps. You remark the exciting and interesting looking room, it smells like jasmine in here. “You are the urge for more and exploration?”, you ask and the Sagittarius smiles. “I am not only that. I am your conscious mind, always growing, always developing, asking for the meaning of life. I am wanting to expand one’ philosophy, higher norms and values, abstract way of thinking, education and different cultures, explorations and the way of understanding. I am your ideal, your religious and spiritual life.”

tenth house: You knocked almost three times but no one seems to open this door. You are wondering what might happened to the person inside it. You try pushing it as you hear a stricter, cold voice: “Try ringing the bell instead.” It came out of the intercom. “Sorry, I-” 
“It’s alright, I don’t mind. Come in.” The door opens from its own and you are intimidated by the big entry. A woman with a suitcase and silky trouser suit walks towards you, the sound of her shoes echoing from the walls. “Hi, I am Capricorn, Excuse me, but I do not like this knocking, there is a bell for a reason.” You look into her grey eyes and even though her facial expressions seems hard you know she is gentle. You apologize but she laughs it off. “I have a meeting at six, and I know what you want - Virgo already called me -, so I am explaining everything now - oh, here take a seat, coffee and biscuits are here on the table.” You do as she said but are somehow a  bit too nervous to eat. “I am the development and realization of ones goals in life or even destiny. I am the public, ones image, law, order and authority. Honor, responsibility, appeal and the position you take in society.”

eleventh house: “Hi, here do I live”, the shield hanging on the door says. Sadly it does not say who “I” is. You ring the door bell and the bell ringing sounds differently than usual. It is longer and you have never heard this kind of melody as a door bell before. “Come in”, someone says quietly. The light is dimmed, and you see Aquarius in front of his Laptop on his bed. “Sorry, had no time tying up, I am trying to connect to this live broadcast of the speech from this dude here, he’s responsible for this rather extreme party and - ah, it’s not working, damn it.” He closes the Laptop and offers you a seat on his bed. “Nice to meet you, want some coffee?” He offers you a cup but takes it back immediately. “Sorry, paint water in there, not coffee, ha. Nice jacket, you come here often?” You shake your head and smile. He is funny and unusual, you like it. “Actually, I wanted to know who..” 
“I am? Well, I am the development of your goals regarding society. The zeitgeist, friends, communities, reforms, ambitions and change. Emancipation, patronage, rebellion, humanitarian and social ideals, also hopes and desires. 

twelfth house: The last door. Your journey was long but everything has an end and you know that the person behind this door knows this feeling too well - that the circle is closing, ending and repeats itself afterwards. You open the door, knowing you do not have to knock. You step into radiant, glowing, crystal blue water. The water is flowing in circles and Pisces is standing there, the softest smile on the lips, eyes so warm and understanding, the head lightly tilted. You are enchanted by the tingling sensation of the water and as you grab Pisces hands, they are warm and soft. “Do not be afraid. I am endless devotion. Endless devotion without losing ground underneath you feet. I am the other meta-level. Delusional, transparent, drawn to fleeing from fears, but always love deep inside. Come, you can visit the other realm with me now.”

How people treat sexual orientation, as explained with furniture.

Heterosexuality is a couch. Nobody even bats an eye if you keep it in the living room for everyone to see–it’s simply expected. I mean, where the hell else would you keep it? Hidden in a bedroom? No, that would be weird.

Homosexuality is a bed. Having a bed in a public room is considered weird and gross–you’re expected to keep it in private bedroom you close the door to before anyone else comes over. Because even though there are a million and one things someone can do sitting on a bed that aren’t sexual (and plenty of ways to have sex on a couch), the first and foremost thing anyone associates beds with is sex.

Bisexuality is a Western-style futon. Sometimes it functions like a couch, sometimes it functions like a bed, but whichever position it’s in at the moment, it’s still a goddamn futon. People who want to use it as a couch give you shit for not having a real couch; people who want to use it as a bed give you shit for not having a real bed. It’s acceptable in your living room, but only if you make extra certain to put it in couch position and hide the sheets before company comes over. Otherwise, you’d better hide it in a guest room.

Asexuality is a table. No matter how many times you tell people it’s not meant to be sat on, dickheads with no manners will try to park their nasty asses on it anyway.

{PART 2} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; You’ve entered Jungkooks’ house, but will you be able to leave in one piece?

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Trust

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Can you please do a tom holland x reader where the reader and tom have been dating for like 4 years and tom and zendaya sleep together whilst filming homecoming like multiple times and the reader finds out because text messages between zendaya and tom leaked and she confronts him about it when he comes home from filming he tries to deny it but eventually admits it and you can just take it from there? Thank you so much if you do this I love your writing!

A/N: this is like kind of different from the request but it follows the same lines. but hi! thank you for requesting love :-)

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muke-ro-wave  asked:

Hey, so whenever I have an idea for a film or a short film, I can only ever get as far as maybe the first two minutes? Even if I have this whole massive concept in my head, I can only ever get the first two minutes down on paper. Either that or I literally don't know what will happen after those two minutes. Do you have any advice on how to combat this as some of my ideas I really want to film, but if I don't have a solid idea to pitch to actors then it's not going to go anywhere

Hello @muke-ro-wave

I think a lot of people have this problem and have no fear, there is a solution! Prewriting. Yes, it’s a thing, and it consists of all the steps that happen before the first draft. It includes outlining, storyboarding, worldbuilding, diagramming, character bios, etc.

The goal of prewriting is to not get stuck when writing your draft. If you outline your story, flesh out your characters, and develop your world, it makes the first draft SO much easier because you know the story direction and you know how your characters react to others and to situations.

Going deeper into prewriting, there are lots of methods to develop and come up with ideas. Below are a few techniques:

-Mind mapping. With this technique, you start with one idea and “branch” off of it to expand the idea and come up with related ideas. This is useful when you have a small idea and you want to build it into something coherent. Below is an example I found online.

-Build characters. This is very common when creating tv shows. Because TV is a more long-term medium, it tends to be character driven. Therefore, some writers build their characters first then simply “drop” them into different situations. Using this method, you’ve got to develop your characters’ backgrounds, know their goals, wants, and needs, give them flaws, and have some aspect of their personality cause conflict. (For example, the strict, pessimistic professor has to work with a carefree and optimistic TA. Conflicting personalities are interesting.)

-Worldbuilding. This is especially helpful when you are developing an idea involving a fictional/fantasy world. Write down questions about the world and come up with different answers for each. Where are the cities? How does geography affect culture? How and why do different cultures interact? Etc. From this world you can create history and pick from that history the most interesting stories.(Tolkien did this.)

-Sticky notes or separate lines. This is more for brainstorming. For each idea you have, put it on a separate line of a notebook or on a separate sticky note. When trying to work out a plot or character, sticky notes are nice because you can visualize, organize, and rearrange all the separate pieces. For brainstorming fresh ideas, I carry a notebook with me and write down one sentence ideas that pop into my head. It can be anything from an interesting concept, to a quote, to a character, to a piece of furniture you thought looked cool.

-Outline. This is the part of prewriting I stress the most. You need to know who is doing what, when, and why. These are the questions an outline should answer at the very least. Even people who don’t outline every detail of their story still have a basic idea where it is going. By outlining your story, you can always refer to it when you are stuck on a scene and ask how the scene gets toward the end, or changes the character or situation.

-Force yourself to write. Sit down with a computer or notebook for a set amount of time (maybe just 5 min. a day.) You aren’t allowed to do anything else for that time other than write. Maybe you won’t write anything, but if you keep doing it, you are going to feel as if time is wasted and you will eventually write something. It also keeps you thinking everyday about writing ideas and keeps you creatively active.

I hope these help,

Jules

Take It In, Feel It All and Hold It

So, as a few of you know, it was my birthday yesterday! So I wanted to write some lafluff for me from me!! :D 

And of course, I wanted to share bc who am I to not share Lafluff. 

It’s like 3k so read under the cut :) 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


There’s humming.

The young mother hums gently late at night, soft singing leaving her mouth and whispering comfort words in between to the small bundle in her arms.

Her son hiccups, his initial crying fading away and leaving behind only quiet sniffles and the occasional whimper. The brunette smiles to herself, patting herself in the back for avoiding a late night crisis with her youngest child.

“There we go, sunshine,” she whispers under her breath, dropping a quick kiss on her son’s head as the baby nuzzles his face closer to the crook of her neck, “Thunder scared you, huh?”

The baby just whimpers, hiding himself further down in his mama’s protection. Mrs. McClain could still hear the rain raging outside the living room’s window and she hopes it doesn’t wake up the rest of the household.

It takes her about ten minutes to realize that her son is not going back to sleep anytime soon, and while she knows the decision she’s about to make will probably come back to bite her in the butt next morning, she shrugs and bounces the baby in her arms to catch his attention.

“Alright, buddy, seems like a long night for us,” she declares tiredly but her blue eyes are bright and playful, her smile only growing when her son’s eyes, so familiar to her own, look up at her with innocent curiosity, “How about we dance?”

Her son blinks, a small hiccup making him jump in surprise and getting his mama to giggle warmly as she wipes away the tear tracks on his chubby tanned cheeks.

“Taking that as a yes.” She shrugs, readjusting her baby in her arms one more time before she starts moving around the room, her dancing falling into gentle steps as she starts over her humming.

It doesn’t take much before her son is giggling and squealing in delight, a big toothy smile on his face as he looks down and sees her feet moving around gracefully.

Mrs. McClain smiles fondly when her son beams at her and pushes her cheeks together, babbling something that is still incoherent in her ears but she still nods approvingly for his sake.

“Yeah, that’s right, Lance! This is called dancing,” she praises gently, kissing her son’s cheek lovingly, “Do you enjoy dancing?”

A giggle followed by a soft excited pat in her nose answers her.

“Taking that as a yes.”


Blue eyes stare in awe as the form of his mama and older brother move around the living room.

The furniture had been pushed away earlier, giving the pair more space to practice, and that’s where Lance sits right now, on the top of the couch on the corner, eyes shining with excitement as he follows their moves.

His mama is currently laughing, her head shaking in disbelief at the tactics of her oldest son as the fifteen years old tries to dip her back dramatically. Mrs. McClain just slaps him playfully in the arm before tugging him back to the proper posture.

Strong arms suddenly grab him by the armpits, lifting him up in the air. “Dirty feet off the couch, champ.”

Lance tips his head back to see his papa’s amused face and Mr. McClain arches an eyebrow at him. “Grandma will go nuts if she sees even a dirty spot on her ancient couch, you know.”

The five years old smiles sheepishly, hands covering his mouth as soon as his papa drops him back to the ground carefully. “Sorry, papa.”

“It’s okay, bud, at least you had socks on.” He reassurances, ruffling his light brown hair roughly and offering a smile before he nods to the pair in the middle of the living room, “So, what’s happening here?”

“Mama and Tony are dancing!” Lance announces excitedly, raising his arm to point at the pair as he tugs at his papa’s jeans, “Mama is so pretty, papa! Look how she moves; she’s like a princess, or a fairy or -”

“A queen?”

Lance beams. “Yeah! Yeah, like a queen!” He exclaims happily before turning back to the scene in front of them, smile wide and giddly.

Mr. McClain hums to himself, grinning knowingly as he sees the way his son stares at the still dancing pair.

“Do you wanna try it out, Lance?”

Lance blinks at him, eyes narrowed in confusion and making the adult to chuckle.

“Dancing, son. Do you wanna dance with me?”

“I dunno how, papa.” Lance bites his lower lip unsure, looking up at his dad nervously but the adult just smiles softly at his son and holds out both of his hands towards the child.

“It’s okay, son,” he comforts gently, “Just take my hands, I got you.”

And just like that, Lance’s face breaks into a bright smile.

Small feet cover his own two feet, his dark socks making a fun contrast with his son’s neon blue ones and Mr. McClain starts swinging them gently, his big hands wrapped tightly around his son’s to keep him up.

The comparison between his hands and his son’s small ones is comforting and yet scary. It reminds him how small his son is, how precious he is and how much he wants to protect him from everything that could harm him.

But he can’t. There’s a world out there behind their door and Mr. McClain knows his son will have to face it sooner or later. He just hopes he’s able to teach him everything he may need to know, everything that will make his journey easier.

A loud laugh shakes him out of his thoughts and he looks down, catching his son’s bright blue eyes looking up at him with a blinding smile. Mr. McClain allows himself to drop his shoulders, tension leaving him as he smiles back.

There will be time to teach Lance all he may need to know.

“Okay, now, you are going to lead, ready -? Woah, hold up - Ow- Careful with your heel, son -”

For now, he teaches his son how to dance.

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You is a Dad - Tim Drake x Reader

Here’s a fluffy happy times fic. Because I can do those, too. Look at this post first, because it helps things make more sense

Tagging: @speedypan @memento-scribet @cait-writes-stuff @batfamily-imagines

Words: 787


“Can somebody please tell me why we’re watching Titanic? Again?” Jason asks as he plops himself down on the couch.

“Because it’s a beautiful work of cinematography, and it’s my turn to pick the movie.” Dick sits in front of the TV and inserts the movie into the DVD player.

“You do know that Rose and Jack weren’t really people on the Titanic, don’t you?” Tim sits down and leaves space for you to sit next to him.

“I don’t care! It’s a beautiful story!” Dick rolls on the floor until he’s sitting in front of the couch. Apparently furniture is too good for him tonight.

Bruce walks in holding Damian by the scruff of his shirt and plants the younger boy in a chair before finding a seat himself. Damian sulks in his seat, bitter about the fact that he can’t escape another movie night.

You walk into the living room with a plastic shopping bag just before Dick hits play on the movie.

“Hey, Timmy, we found a card while shopping today that I think you might like!” You sit down next to him and pull out the card that Jason had pointed out earlier. Now is as great of a time as any to tell Tim your big news.

You’d accidentally let it slip to Jason that you were pregnant, and you needed a way to tell Tim that he would be a father. So when you read the pale blue card with the words “What is a Dad?” printed on the front, you knew it would be perfect. The words “You. You is a Dad” on the inside only solidified the card’s perfection, and you bought it without a second thought.

Tim looks at you with a raised eyebrow as he takes the envelope from your hand. “Why did you buy it? It’s just a card. You could have taken a picture or something.”

“Just open the damn card, Timothy.” You huff.

“I’d do what she says, Timberly. Before she accidentally kills you.” Jason leans forward and speaks in a stage whisper. You shoot Jason flaming daggers with your eyes, and he falls back into the couch, trying to avoid upsetting the hormonal pregnant lady.

Tim opens the envelope and reads the card.

But instead of getting excited like you thought he would, he just stares at it with confusion.

“How did this card get past any editors? It isn’t grammatically correct.”

“Oh my god, Tim, that is not the point of the card.”

“But the point of the card isn’t even relevant because I’m not a dad.”

“Just give it a few months.” You roll your eyes and lean into the couch, completely done trying to explain the situation to your boyfriend in a fun and creative way.

“Y/N, what are you talking abou—Oh, shit.” Tim’s eyes double in size as soon as he realizes what you’ve been trying to tell him. “You don’t mean that you’re…?” He points to you.

You simply nod your head.

“So that means I’m…?” He points to himself, and you nod again, this time with a faint smile.

“I’m going to be a dad?” He asks more to himself than anyone else. He stares at the carpet for a few seconds, letting that fact sink in. When he looks up his eyes are wide and full of life, and he’s radiating a new, warm energy that completely melts your heart. “Bruce! I’m going to be a dad! Y/N! I’m going to be a dad!” He leans closer to you and gently places a hand over your stomach. When he talks, his voice is full of wonder. “And you’re going to be a mom.”

“I’m proud of you, Timbo. I didn’t know you had it in you.” Jason speaks up from his place on the couch. “Or rather, I didn’t know you had it in Y/N.”

Your smiling face instantly falls into the did-you-really-just-say-what-I-think-you-just-said-I’m-going-to-kill-you expression that Jason has been causing so much lately. Without breaking eye contact with Jason, you hurl a pillow at his face, which he easily catches and holds to his chest.

Tim either didn’t hear what Jason said or is choosing to ignore it. He is completely enamored with you and your growing child, and he looks up at you with eyes that are full of love and tears.

“Y/N. We’re going to be parents.” He kisses you before resting his forehead against yours. He’s crying happy tears now, and you brush one from his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “I can’t believe it. We’re going to be parents.”

“So,” Jason speaks up from behind his pillow. “How long until we find out if it’s a Timothy or a Timberly?”

Ursula is the best Disney villain. She doesn’t do what she does to take over a kingdom, she just does it cause she enjoys it and happens to get a chance to do it to the daughter of a king she doesn’t like. And what is the thing she does? Use poorly constructed contracts to trap mermaids and turn them into worm people for her worm people garden. Not slaves or anything useful like furniture, just sad worm people that sit in her house and be sad. What a bizarrely specific form of chaos

I’m going to tell you what a demon once told me: It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. It’s okay to do what’s healthy for YOU. When someone hits you, it’s okay to hit back and then ask them what the hell they expected. It’s okay. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say ‘That was shitty of you.’ You have a right to say 'Let me feed that back to you; tell me, how does it taste?’ You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.
—  Sonneillon V.
charmer week day 2: first date

“Em. Em. Em.”

Em was lying on her bed, lazily turning pages in her book. She refused to look up at Caitlin.

“Emily. Emilyyyyyyyy…”

Em turned another page in her book. Caitlin could see a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“Emily Rachel Eastman,” implored Cait. “Light of my life. Most generous roommate. Finest setter on the Samwell Women’s Volleyball team. Do I look okay enough for this date?”

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Who wears short shorts?

Hello, Love bugs!

Dan X Reader

warnings- Smut, Swears.

May you please do one where the reader likes wearing short shorts around the house and dan and Phil think they’re teasing them? Smut at the end maybe? Thnx x x - Anon


It was finally spring and you were going to take full advantage. You had pulled out the shorts that you had to hide away for two seasons. You and the boys were going to hang out to enjoy the spring by going to get a coffee and then sit indoors with the windows open while doing some work. 

Walking to the boy’s door you couldn't help the smirk on your face. It was a beautiful day and you were about to spend it with two cuties. You and Phil had been friends forever. After he introduced you to Dan it was like he was like you had found your long lost friend. You swore the two of you were best friends in a past life.You called Phil to tell him to bring his ass downstairs.

“Moshi Moshi!” You shook your head even if he couldn’t see it he had a feeling you were giving him the look through the phone.

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