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signs as people I know (check moon and sun signs)-

aries: passionate about finding new ways to show love and create love with others, willing to put themselves down so others feel better, warm hugs, prefers music without words because they understand the message better without words telling them, will drive you to IHOP at midnight because you forgot to eat dinner, they care about literally fucking everyone, easily accept that change is unavoidable, their exuberant energy can seem very intimidating, outgoing, try to do the right thing, excessive will literally everything (its okay ily), ardent, hate waiting for shit to happen, want the quickest and easiest way out of everything, their passion can be destructive and actually detrimental.

taurus: art is abundant in their ‘safe’ place, trying their best tbh, will put aside time that they need in order to help someone else, dislikes close minded people, sleeping prolly, has music too loud but they will tell you it’s not loud enough, thinks a shit ton about wether or not people like them but will never tell you that, actually very confident people, don’t really care about what people think of them but also cares a shit ton about what people think of them, so fucking loyal and expect nothing in return, can complain a lot actually, loyaloyaloyal, hate it when others see them cry, tries to ignore their problems because ‘they don’t have enough time to deal with them’ (get it together, hoes), need more time for self-reflection. 

gemini: can make anyone easily laugh, knows what’s in and what’s out, veryyyy generous people, pretty smiles, has good music taste because they listen to all types of music, relatable, seems very unattached to reality at times, doesn’t give up something/someone if they really love them, will cook for you willingly, they are ‘too cool’ for drama but typically start drama, will spend their whole night talking to you about future goals they have and the most random shit, life of the party, if you want to instantly laugh hang around a gemini, don’t consider other people in their decisions sometimes, will remove themselves of negative situations because there is nothing they hate more than negative people. 

cancer: hold a very warm and gentle soul, can push people away because they tend to be very possessive but that is how they show love, they need a two year break, tries really hard to be relatable, let’s people walk over them without realizing, they love to pamper themselves to show love to themselves, you feel safe in their home, trusts people really easily, can get very broken and in a bad place if you betray them so please don’t honestly, when they’re angry it can show physically (red face, angry tears, etc), can be very dramatic, try to help others with confidence and self-esteem, will be there for you even if you aren’t there for them, oblivious to shitty people sometimes which results in trust issues. 

leo: can be independent when they are comfortable in the situation, typically want the best for everyone, will defend you when you’re not there, will block you if you annoy them, just want someone to chill with, secretly want a partner but won’t say that out loud, ‘fake fan’, they have beautiful souls, these are the type of people you should go to last minute plans with (concerts, road trips, etc), just wanna have fun and look amazing while doing it, need/deserve love and attention from loved ones, gives you food if you forgot your lunch at home, you can see their emotions in their eyes if you look hard enough.

virgo: will try to avoid being honest with you because they don’t want to hurt you, is taken advantage of too often, will bring you a cookie if you’re having a bad day, courteous, organized, the person that always smiles at strangers just because, not really sure what they want out of life, can be very whiny, always want to be doing something to pretend like they have it together, if they are your friend please take advantage of how supportive they are to you, will very randomly give you compliments that can literally save your life because they’re always very thoughtful, amazing listeners, capable of fulfilling their dreams if they believe in themselves too, having boundaries is okay and you deserve to respect them if you want to. 

libra: passionate about making others’ lives better, cuddle bugs, energetic, gives their time to anyone who actually listens to them, thinking outside of the box, probably really pretty, kind souls but a tough exterior, wears sweats to the store because who honestly cares, makes jokes with people on line at checkout, they probably have a tradition to cook breakfast on saturdays, knows how to look good and feel good, once they find their self-worth not a fucking bull-dozer can take it down, please try to fight them on facebook because you will lose, gentle people and will try to make you feel at home (problem: they don’t know how), quiet but their minds are spinning, need to learn to say ‘no’, stop worrying about what others think of you (who gives a shit??), hate silence and being alone, queens.

scorpio: very honest but also very petty without shame, fun and funny, blasts old jams in their car while trying their very best to avoid accidents, hates high school and loves college, just want to find a group that they fit in with, will try their best to make your birthday amazing I swear, open minded to literally everything honestly, critical friend, will tease you about something that happened five years ago, a total nerd about things they really like, very smart and efficient if they are motivated by their passion, unique style in all ways, beautiful minds, they can come across as two-faced but they are very indecisive when it comes to opinions, embraces new experiences, secretive. 

sagittarius: flirty and prolly is dating someone right now, wants everyone to be happy but forgets about making themselves happy, cooks pancakes for you at midnight on a Wednesday night, will almost cry but then remembers a funny video they saw and starts to laugh, hates themselves but shows themselves a lot of love, makes jokes out of their pain, lovable, look intimidating but are actually very welcoming, hides emotions like a pro, very optimistic about literally everything, if they get bored or annoyed they will move on from you, need to believe in themselves, don’t express gratitude but they really should, seemingly perfect(?), can sometimes compare themselves to others in order to make themselves feel better (stop.)

capricorn: “doesn’t study” (yes I’m onto you bitch) for tests but still gets amazing grades, can be very fake but honest with people they are close to, traditional without trying, will be there for you, they are very observant and will remember if you did something that meant a lot to them, honestly needs a hug and affection a lot more than they say, takes long hot showers to make up for the lack in physical affection, lovely people, good people to sit with in the back of the movie theater so that you can talk the whole time, will accidentally spill tea and start drama, trying their best, work well with people who have a good drive for things they are passionate about, doesn’t express emotion unless they can’t hold it in any longer

aquarius: so fucking funny, constantly trying to be a better person in order to make up for the shitty world, watches documentaries about the sex industry, sticks to their morals, thinks a lot about life and the meaning of all of this, thinks (knows) the government is hiding something, will kill you if you hurt an animal, super chill and loves music, passionate, indecisive to the extreme, smokes weed to see if food tastes differently, interesting individuals, don’t open up to others easily simply because they don’t want to, if you mean a lot to them they will try to protect you from the world, is hard on you because they want you to succeed, moves from one passion to the other (you guys are super adaptable if need be), an amazing friend if they choose to put effort into the friendship. 

pisces: very confused about life and that makes them very sad, protect them because they are amazing friends, cries about failing a lot, not judge mental, hates it when people accuse them of something they didn’t do, beautiful people with caring hearts that let’s in people who shouldn’t be let in, offer you a hug if they see you upset in any way, wants people to like them, trying to find who they are, tend to let people laugh at their pain, shuts down their feelings when they feel attacked, doesn’t purposely hurt anyone, will change themselves in order to be accepted, I notice that these people lose themselves too easily, once they find out who they are they are very stable and more content. 



-if ya’ll have more suggestions for more astrology related posts, let me know!!! :))))))

It’s just so wild to me.how people think of children as mysterious beings and there’s been and will always be a ton of debate over how to rear them. But they really are just regular people, who just happen to still be small. If you teach them to be reasonable they can be reasoned with. Just like you, they can be calmed down by addressing their actual anxieties. They lack the emotional depth and reasoning skills to make certain decisions and for this parents should guide them. But you just treat them well and develop mutual respect with them and you’re fine. They’ll do silly stuff sometimes, they’ll get mad at you for not letting them do absurd things like eat 20 cookies at a time, but you really just have to treat and teach them well and generally they don’t just want to make your life hard for no reason. I have years of experience with children and they’re not a puzzle. They’re just like you, they see all the same things as you, but they lack the emotional ability to process like adults can and need some guidance. It’s not that deep.

Adulting 101

I’m going to start posting a weekly blurb called “Adulting 101″. Basically a list of 10 things that I have learned since I started living on my own, the list changing every week. I’m also going to @ two of you lovely followers each week because I see ya’ll reblogging everything I post and ya’ll make me feel special.

Today big shout out to @lifehacksthatwork and @b1polar-thoughts. Please go love them! And without further ado…

1. Important documents. One of the first things you should do before you move out is get all your important documents from your parents/guardians. I’m talking your Social Security Card, Birth Certificate, high school or college transcripts, banking information, etc. Trust me.

2. Get a store discount card. I save an average of $20 per $100 shop at Stop & Shop and as of today I’ve saved $125 at CVS.

3. Buy herbs. Herbs like basil, rosemary, and thyme are very easy to maintain and yield a big bang for their buck. They are cheap, hardy and easy to cook with!

4. Wash those sheets. Wash your sheets once a week (if you can afford it), it will really make a difference in your skin care.

5. Help your bathroom. Always, always, always leave your door or window open after you shower. Black mold is no joke and is easily preventable but not easy to eliminate. I leave my bathroom window open in the summer and my door open in the winter.

6. Freeze everything. I buy in bulk, separate into meal portions, and then defrost as needed. Waste not, want not! I do this with loaves of bread, cookies, meat, etc.

7. Buy xmas lights. I have xmas lights strung up year round, they’re cheap and really brighten my apartment up. 

8. Have pet, will lint roller. If you have a pet, get a lint roller. Seriously. There’s nothing worse than going to an important interview or event and realizing that you look like your cat’s mutated half-human sister.

9. Posters are cheap, frames are expensive. Frames are sometimes three times the price of the poster! And what’s worse is that the cheaper frames fall apart almost instantly and look terrible. 

10. Late night worries. If you’re out late at night worried about your safety use an app to share your location with a friend. Those with Iphones can actually just “share my location” on a friend’s contact page or use “Find My Friends”. It This is something I do all the time

  • everyone: remember, it's ok to wear make up and it's also ok not to! do whatever makes you feel comfortable! ❤️
  • some girl: I wear make up every day and I'm proud
  • everyone: yaaaas!! you go girl, put on that highlight and wing that eyeliner and go smash the patriarchy queen! don't let anyone make you feel ashamed!
  • some other girl: I never wear make up and I'm proud
  • everyone: lmao ok... did you want a cookie or..? it's not really anyone else's problem you have fucked up brows like I don't see why you need to shame other women to feel better about yourself lol but ok you do you I guess um
Pipsqueak (Tom Holland x Reader)

Hello there, I just have to say I love your writing so much. I think you’re amazing, I was wondering if I could make a Tom Holland x Reader request? Where reader and Tom are dating but it’s like been for a month or so and reader is short and always has trouble reaching things and doing things. (I’m 4'10 so my short problems are real) and Tom just laughs but does help and keeps reminding reader how much he loves how short she is? I just really need some fluff at the moment :)

Originally posted by wwwkissmelovemehugme


“Tommy? Come grab this for me, please?” you ask your boyfriend while standing on your tiptoes, pointing at the baking sheet on the top shelf. You’re baking cookies for Harrison because he just got cast in a short film. The celebration is in an hour and you really want to make him his favourite biscuits before you went. Tom steps forward and wraps one arm around your waist, his hand making contact with your uncovered midriff. You stop reaching towards the cupboard and choose to hug his arm against your body. His other arm reaches out and grabs the baking sheet before handing it to you. “Here you go, sweetness,” he whispers into your hair before stepping back. He retreats back to the couch, but not without pinching your bum first. You swat his hand away.

God, he thinks as he backs away while watching you, I love you.

*

“Babe! Where’d you put the movie?” you called out to Tom. “On the shelf above the TV!” he shouts back from the bedroom. You reach up to grab it but find yourself unable. Instead of struggling, you opt to grab a tall stool from the kitchen counter and to kneel on that. Tom walks in to see you standing on a wooden stool with your arm raised holding the movie out to him. He sighs happily at the sight before choosing to carry you off the stool to the couch. You squeal with laughter when he picks you up. He tosses you onto the cushioned couch and leans to kiss your forehead. Yup, you think as you pull him into a kiss, I definitely love this guy.

*

From that first day, you swear that Tom repeatedly places everything high up so you can’t reach. Your tea mugs have gradually moved from the lowest shelf to the second highest, the cereal lives on top of the fridge instead of on the counter beside it. Everything has moved so you can’t grab anything, and now you’re having family over for dinner. Your families are coming at quarter to six so you have to set the table while dinner is cooking. 

The plates are on the highest shelf above your mugs. With a huff, you pull yourself up onto the counter. Kneeling there you can reach the plates. You hear a snort of laughter from behind you and you turn to see your boyfriend leaning in the doorway. “Not funny,” you mumble. He strolls over to place his hands either side of your knees. He laughs breathily and rests his forehead against the small of your back. “It’s kinda funny,” he tells you. “Well, you can laugh as you’re carrying plates.” “Can do, shortie.” 

Your foot gently kicks his butt as he walks away and he can’t help but chuckle as he hears a muffled “Arsehole”.

*

“(Y/N)?” Harrison calls as he walks through the front door of your and Tom’s apartment. “In here!” you yell back from the living room. He walks in to see you standing on the back of the couch trying to grab something from above the doorway opposite you. The doorways in your apartment with Tom were obnoxiously tall which means you can’t reach, even will a chair underneath your feet. “Oy, get down from there! Tom will kill me if I was here when you broke your neck from falling,” he scolds. “He’s the one making me do it! He put my fucking keys on top of the doorframe!” At this, Harrison doubles over in laughter. 

“I’d understand why,” he says, chuckling. “Why?” you ask. He snorts before replying cheekily, “well, I do have a really good view of your arse from here. It’s definitely not a bad sight.” That gets him a pillow chucked at his face.

I’m totally getting Tom back for this, you think with a smile on your face.

*

“Tom, this needs to stop. I can’t do anything around our house without getting on my tiptoes,” you berate Tom when he walks through the door. “I don’t see what the problem is,” he replies cheekily. “How’d you end up getting your keys?” At this comment, Harrison walks out from behind you into the hallway. Tom doubles over in laughter, “YOU CALLED HARRISON!” he shrieks amused. “Yeah, and apparently I have a nice arse,” you say and wink at Harrison. With that comment, Tom’s laughter dies and he begins to glare at his best friend. You turn to Harrison and get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Thanks, Haz. You were a big help, today.” Let’s just say Tom was a bit mad at the both of you for a few days.

*

You’ve gotten used to the height of everything by now. You’ve mastered counter climbing as well as chair mounting. Tom can’t help but smile lovingly when he sees your daily conquests to get a tea mug or the cereal box. He likes to watch when you stand on a stool and reach up because his large t-shirts you sleep in ride up your thigh. When you go to grab your jacket from the back of the front door, you instinctively kick your leg up. He doesn’t think he has seen anything better, though, than when you stand on his feet on your tiptoes just to lay a loving kiss to his lips.

“Babe,” he says finally. It’s a Sunday morning and you’re both in lying bed. You hum to acknowledge him. “I love you,” he whispers into your hair, “so, so much.” “I love you too, superhero.”

I love you more, he thinks.

“No, you don’t,” you tell him, still facing away from him.

“What?” he questions.

You turn to face him and snuggle into the pillow before grabbing his hand and wrapping it around your waist.“I can tell right there you were thinking ‘Oh I love you more, though’. But you don’t. It’s a fact.”

He giggles and tells you, “But I do, though. I love you to infinity.”

“Yeah?” You ask. 

“Yeah,” he tells you sincerely; a loving look in his eyes.

When you say, “Well, I love you infinity plus two.” He can’t help but laugh.

Game on //Draco Imagine//

Requested By: @imagelover2

Request: Can you do a Draco Imagine where he pranks Y/n and she gets “mad” so she gives him the silent treatment and he does everything to make her talk to him?

Pairing: Reader x Draco

Warnings: none

A/n: okay so I said I was going to post this on Valentine’s Day but it doesn’t really have to do with it, so I’m just gonna post it now :) hope you like it!

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“Y/n! Come sit over here!” You glanced around the room until your eyes landed on your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. He was waiving his hand and you made your way to the bench beside him.

“Hey!” You greeted as you sat down and smiled at your boyfriend.

“We made you a plate.” Draco smiled as he slid you a plate filled with eggs, toast, bacon and a cookie with a jelly filling. “No need to thank us.” He beamed and you laughed quietly.

“Well thank you anyway.” You smiled. You listened to Draco complain about Granger and her pesky know it all mudblood brain as you ate your toast and bacon quickly. You picked up the cookie and took a large bite, getting all of the jelly in one bite. Although it didn’t taste like jelly….

“Draco…what’s in this cookie?” You asked as you examined it. It didn’t taste like jelly at all. In fact…it tasted more like…

“Hot sauce!” Draco exclaimed before erupting in a fit of giggles.

You threw the rest of the cookie onto your plate and grabbed the nearest napkin, spitting whatever was left in your mouth out….but it was too late.

“Ohmygod!” You gasped as the spice suddenly hit you. It felt as if your mouth was on fire. You grabbed a glass of water and chugged it down but nothing changed. “Draco!” You yelled through clenched teeth as you stood up and ran from the room towards the Slytherin common room. You ran right into the bathroom and brushed your teeth, not one, but four times.

“That filthy pure blood prince.” You cursed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You brushed your fingers through your hair and straightened the collar of your jacket.

You jumped out of your skin when you saw Draco standing just outside the girl’s bathroom.

“Ok listen Y/n, I’m really sorry for pranking you back there, I thought you wouldn’t react so badly to it…forgive me?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. You straightened your back and walked right past him, bumping his shoulder as you passed.

“Oh no Y/n. Not the silent treatment. Please don’t play this game love.” Draco pleaded but you weren’t going to let him win so easily. You walked into the common room and planted yourself on one of the green couches facing the fire.

Draco sat down beside you and you turned away from him.

“Y/n…I’m sorry…what else do you want me to say?”

You stuck your nose into the air a little and Draco sighed. He got up and sat on the other side of you so that you were looking at him. You quickly shifted your body so you were now looking the other direction.

“Don’t look at me if you love me.” Draco said. You didn’t move. “Aha I knew it.” He chuckled. “Don’t face me if you don’t love me.” Again, you didn’t move. “Damn..” he sighed and you hid your quiet laughs.

“Y/n if you don’t talk to me….I’m going to put my foot in the fire.” Draco said as he stood up and moved towards the fire. You turned towards him but you folded your arms stubbornly. “I’m going to do it,” he sneered as he lifted his foot and moved it towards the fire. “Just one word and I’ll stop.”

You didn’t even raise an eyebrow as his foot hovered closer and closer to the fire that was raging in the fireplace. He pulled his foot away right before it was about to touch the flames. “Ughh Y/n, baby please talk to me!” Draco pleaded as he moved towards you again.

“Please don’t make me beg Y/n!” Draco pouted, his bottom lip protruding and his eyes widening just enough to give them a puppy dog appearance. “Fine.” Draco got onto his knees in front of you and pressed his hands together.

“Im begging you Y/n! I beg for you to talk to me again! I’m sorry for what I did and you have every right to be mad, but I just hear your serenading voice again or i’ll risk going mad!” Draco pleaded. You didn’t even smile as you turned your body away from him again and moved your eyes back to the fire.

“Fine.” Draco stood. “You want to play hard to get? Two can play at that game!” With that, he stormed past you and out of the common room.

“Game on.” You smirked to yourself as you laid back on the couch and looked at the ceiling.

It’s been two days since the games started between you and Draco. It’s been two days of noses in the air, crossed arms, and ‘humphs’.

Draco had been holding out rather well, considering he was more than completely obsessed with you and usually couldn’t go four hours without touching you, nevertheless talking to you.

He stuck his nose in the air whenever he saw you and turned his back towards you. He was obviously determined to win. But you were even more determined. You were at the point where you wouldn’t even look at him when he entered the room and you pretended he didn’t exist.

“This has to stop Y/n.” Pansy told you one day. “Soon the whole school is going to think that you had some tragic breakup. Plus he talks about you nonstop when you’re not around.” Pansy rolled her eyes and you smiled to yourself.

“I’m not stopping until he gives in. I’m not going to lose.” You replied. “And what kinds of things does he sa-” you ended your sentence short as the door opened and Draco walked into the room. You closed your mouth and looked towards the fire. You heard Pansy scoff.

“Good evening Pansy,” Draco spoke as he sat next to your best friend. “I wanted to tell you that Blaise was looking for you. Last I saw him he was headed to the great hall.”

“Alright, thanks Draco. See ya later Y/n.” Pansy waved and you waved back. You watched as she left the room, letting the common room door slam behind her. It was just you and Draco now. You leaned forward in the chair and began to stand up but draco stopped you.

“You win.” He said to the ground and you froze. He looked up at you, his gray eyes twinkling. “You win. I can’t go another day without seeing you and talking to you. I miss your voice and the way you feel in my arms. And it’s only been two days!” Draco scoffed. “I’m completely obsessed with you! Please talk to me again. Please?”

“That’s all you had to say.” You smiled at him and his eyes went wide.

“What? I only had to say please? This whole time I could have just asked you and added please!?”

You nodded and Draco scoffed. “I got you this by the way,” you said as you picked up a plate from the ground and handed it to him. “A peace offering.” You smiled. It was a Boston cream donut.

“Well you’re too kind.” Draco smiled at you. He leaned back on the couch and took a large bite. Not even a second of the food being in his mouth, he spit it back out.

“Toothpaste!!?” He yelled as he threw the donut onto the ground and began coughing. You burst out laughing, having to hold onto the arms of the chair to make sure you didn’t fall onto the floor. “You’re disgusting Y/n!” Draco scolded as he picked the donut up and put it back on the plate. You could tell by the playful smirk on his lips that this meant nothing more than a joke to him.

“Now we’re even.” You giggled as he stood up and put the plate on a desk. He stood in front of your chair and leaned in so close your lips were mere inches apart.

“Yes darling. I guess we are.” He closed the gap between your lips and the two of you shared a passionate kiss.

You made a face when you pulled away. “Ew…tastes like toothpaste.”

7

What kind of domestic life do monsters have?


1. If Toffee has parents, I think it’d be funny if they were the kind of New England W.A.S.P. country club people who look down on everyone else. And their egos are such that Toffee’s name is actually a portmanteau of both of theirs! But hey, it’s JUST A THEORY

2. Do you know how short alligator arms actually are? Toffee can’t help but cuddle the chunky reptile babies.

3. It’d never happen, but if Toffee ever babysat buff frog’s kids, he’d probably take it upon himself to make them clothes. And cookies. And a really nifty cross stitch pattern. 

4. If Toffee was nothing more than a guy in a suit who had a house to go home to after a hard day of evil efficiency consulting - I’d be cool with that. 

5. Toffee has a lot of respect for the public sector, but now might not be the best time to mention it. 

6. How do child Septarians work? How many hairdos can you give a lizard?

7. Also, we need more lady monsters over here. I was going for a Rule 63 of Toffee initially, but that kind of fell apart. Ah well. They can just be other female Septarians, how bout that?

anonymous asked:

Hello!! <3 Love your headcanons!! So could you do for rfa reacting MC drunk and not recognizing them? Like him trying to kiss her as always, but she walks away saying that she has a boyfriend and loves him? Lol Something like that..?? I think it would be cute and funny. haha >w< (Sorry for my bad english)

Your english isn’t bad, love. (who am I to judge, anyways?) 

Here it is! Hope you enjoy it! ^^


RFA with a drunk MC who can’t recognize them


Zen

  • You told him you were gonna be at this club and he should join you after work
  • So crowded! It would take so long to find you… oh, not really, there you are! You look so sexy dancing like no one is watching
  • But the thing is a lot of people, guys mostly, are watching. OH HELL NO!
  • “Hey, babe! I missed you!” he comes behind you holding your waist gently, and feels legitimately hurt when you pull away and nod negatively.
  • “Nah nah ni nah no, buddy! Not happening!” and you just… walk away! Why? IS he that late? He goes after you, noticing how much you’re bumping into other people…
  • “B-Babe? I’m sorry, I…” “I won’t say it twice, dude! I’m taken and you’ll back away if you know what’s good for you!” what? You’re not recognizing him? Maybe it’s the lights or the loud music?
  • Oh no, it’s not! He watches as you go the bar and look around squinting your eyes and frowning your nose, it’s so cuuuuttte! Also, it’s a very familiar sign that you’re very drunk, he knows that by now.
  • “Oh no… not you again!” “Hey, calm down! I’m… I won’t make any move, I’m just worried about you! Are you ok?” “I’m g-reat! Just waiting for MY REALLY STRONG, HOT AND FAMOUS BOYFRIEND THAT I LOOOVVVEE!” oh god… is it bad he thinks this is too charming?
  • “Oh… tell me more about him, then.” He manages to get close enough so nobody will try to approach you. “I’ll show you!” you pick your phone and scroll through all the pictures you’ve taken together.
  • “This is him during one of his musicals! This is him on his bike! This is him on piggy tails I did when he was sleeping! Isn’t he adorable?” he gags a little “Oh… I think… I think this wouldn’t be good for my… for HIS image, don’t you think?” “Nhaaa, this is just for fun! I won’t even show him! I care a lot about his image too, since I’mma be his manager one day, just you wait! “Oh,is that so?”
  • He convinces you to text your boyfriend, so he could answer he would be waiting you outside so you could take a cab. He doesn’t even mind your text makes no sense!
  •  “ZeeeNnNY! I missed you so much, you… should be proud of me! I acted all scary and made this guy back away! Are you proud, Zenny? Are you proud?” you shake him as you hug him when you go to him outside. “You have no idea how much, my princess.” He hugs you back
  • He hopes your hangover is not that bad tomorrow, as he really has some business matters to go over with you…

Yoosung

  • Although he’s the college student, you’re the one having the time of your life at this frat party.
  • He wasn’t that comfortable at first, but seeing you having so much fun made him loose it up a little
  • He’s wondering if the guys feel jealous when they see this goddess moving her hips so seductively and stopping all of a sudden to give him a little peck on the lips and a ‘boop’ to his nose…
  • But it’s been a while you’re not doing this anymore, you’re not even looking at him… you’re looking all around the place, except for him.
  • So he goes to you and touches your shoulder: “Are you okay, honey?” you look at him from head to toes and… turn your back on him. What?
  • “H-Honey! Did I do something wrong?” “Yeah, dude, you’re making a move on a girl who have a boyfriend!” “Well, yes… I’m the boyfriend!”
  • “Yeah, you wish, but sorry… it ain’t happening!” You scoff. He’s so shocked! Are you breaking up with him like this?
  • Oh, wait! He’d  seen your eyes like this before, you’re… drunk! Very drunk! Yes, your half-lidded tipsy eyes…  and you still manage to be beautiful…
  • “Hey, so uhm… are you Yoosung Kim’s girlfriend, by any chance?” “Yeah, why do you ask?” “Nothing, I recognized you from all the photos of you he shows, it’s… it’s nice to meet you in person! He talks a lot about you!” he tries to be friendly so you don’t run away.
  • “Pffffff, he showed photos of me? So embarrassiIIiiIng! I’ll tell him to stahp when I see him!” “Oh… Please don’t get mad! It’s just… just… he thinks you’re the most beautiful lady in the world, he… really really loves you… at least that’s what I heard from him.”
  • “Ahhhh, I can’t be mad at him!” you sigh dramatically. “He’s sOoOOOOOo amazing! And cool… and his hair is so badass, and we’re here just because I dragged him… and those cheeks nnnnnng” What about his cheeks? “I’ve gotta find my man!”
  •  “I.. I… s-saw him outside, next to the door, y-yes! Over there!” he needs to run before you get there, but he’s so flustered… well, that can wait!
  • “Yoosungiiiie! I’ve been looking all around for you!” you jump on him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m sooooo sorry for dragging you here, next time we’ll stay at home and play LOLOL, pinky promise!” you tangle your pinky at his, seriously… how can you be so adorable? “Nah, I’m… I’m really having fun, MC!”
  • You two go home by foot and you keep snuggling at his arm the whole way. “Hey, MC?” “Hmmm?” “Do you… do you like my cheeks?” “Yep, especially on those jeans.”
  • It takes a while for him to get it, but when he does… he’s dead! Why would you talk about his butt to a stranger? I mean… it was him, but you didn’t know, yet it was him… should he get mad? Or embarrassed? Or…? Or…? ERROR

Jaehee

  • She meets you at the bar you two usually go together.
  • It isn’t that crowded but it is a little noisy, she’ll have to talk loud to get your attention.
  • “Hey, MC!” she greets. You look around frightened and look back to your drink… weird!
  • “MC?” she gets closer and touches your arm softly. “How… how do you know my name?” What? She looks at you, puzzled. “Anyway, I’m waiting for my girlfriend, don’t waste your time, lady!”
  • “Hum… MC, I’m…” “Stop stalking me, seriously, my girlfriend warned me about your type!” she’s still confused, but your face looks so funny, you are trying to look mad, but you can’t frown your eyebrows without blinking… so cute!
  • And by that she gets what’s  going on, that and the three martini glasses next to you…
  • “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, I was just curious… where did you buy that dress?” “My girlfriend got me, it’s her favorite color in the whole wide worrlllld!” “I see…” she wants to laugh so much.
  • “Well, she must have a good taste!” “Yep, she used to walk around only on a dull suit because of her asshole former boss! He’s my friend, so I’m allowed to tell him he’s an asshole… actually, I… I should tell him right now!” you pick your phone.
  • “I… I don’t think that’s a good idea, miss…” “Shhh, he needs to know he can’t be an asshole to my cookie! She’s  a-ma-ZING!!! That potato needs to know that!” Cookie? Potato? You’re killing her with your drunk cuteness, but she can’t let you do something stupid!
  • “I… I’m sure your girlfriend already knows how amazing you think she is, you don’t really need to… tell other people!” “Ugh, that’s right! Why she doesn’t let everybody know how great she is? I shoudn’t be the only one to see it, y’ know? I’m… I’m a potato just like Jumin Han… I already told him that twice this week!” Forget that you’ve been drinking twice this week and calling Jumin to cuss him, what matters now is… YOU’RE POUTING! Oh my god, so adorable…
  • She can’t keep up with this anymore, she needs you to recognize her right now! So she walks away and calls you, telling she’s waiting for you outside to come home.
  • “Yay, Baehee is here!” you run to her and give her a sweet peck on the lips, she grabs your hand and leads you to the cab.
  • “So… MC, have you been talking to Jumin lately?” “Wh-Who? Me? Noooo, noe, maam’!” you are a terrible liar when you’re sober, just imagine when you’re drunk. She’ll make you apologize for being such a potato, but that can wait…

 

Jumin

  • “Jumyinh, I amm at this gui haus, but he is coooooooooooolll, don’t worry!” he tries to decode your text. Why are you texting him when you are under the same roof?
  • “Where are you, MC?” “@ his bathroom, it’s bigr than my house” what kind of joke is that? You were drinking wine with him a couple of minutes ago and excused yourself to go to the bathroom…
  • “look @ this soap! So funny!” you send him a blurred picture, oh… so that’s how it feels to get one of these! He gets it now!
  • He goes to the bathroom and knocks at the door. “I’m not opening! My boyfriend won’t like it!” and then his phone buzzes. “looks I been caught” and you send a selfie, it’s not blurred and he can see the huge blush on your cheeks, oh… you’re so drunk right now, aren’t you?
  • You call him, he answers a little reluctantly. “Yes, kitten?” you giggle “Jumin, this guy called me kitten too, but don’t worry! I told him to back off!”
  • “What could you possibly be talking about, MC?” “I don’t remember coming to this party, so I won’t let the bathroom until you come to pick me up! You… you can track me by… GP and S, right?” not even him believe he’s really laughing at this. “Yes, I’ll come to you, my love, just wait!”
  • He knocks at the door. “Are you okay… miss?” “Bro, I already told you! I have a boyfriend and we gonna marry soon!” “Oh, I see… did he propose to you?” “Not yet, but I found the ring on his closet!” uh oh… surprise ruined for both of you. “But I’ll look very surprised, cause I know the proposal is going to be suuuper special, like on a colorful hot air balloon or something like this…”
  • He opens the bathroom door and almost falls due to the way you jump at him, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I missed you so much! Is the party over?” “Yes, it is. Shall we go home so you can rest, my angel? Tomorrow will be a very busy day…” “Really? Why?” “Just wait and see.”
  • As soon as you doze off, he calls Jaehee telling there will be a change of plans, he needs to rent a hot air balloon asap!


Saeyoung

  • “Oh my God, Saeran! Don’t you have any respect for your brother’s girlfriend?”you got out for a couple of drinks with your friends and got back swearing the one standing in front of you is your brother-in-law, not your boyfriend!
  • “MC, it’s me! Look at my glasses!” “No! You two are not pulling this prank on me again! It didn’t work last time and it won’t work again now!” when you’re sober, you can tell who is who very easily, even when they change their outfits. But right now…
  • “MC, Saeran is sleeping right now!” “Well, MC thinks talking in the 3rd person is ridiculous!” Oh lord… shouldn’t he be recording this?
  • “Please, come with me, I’ll help you take a shower and put you to bed…” “Saeran! Would you really do that with your brother? No… no… you’re so nice, and he’s so nice! He doesn’t deserve this!” you look so shocked and disappointed, he’s feeling bad for you as if this was true.
  • “Saeyoung loves us both very much, Saeran. We can’t hurt him, NEVER! He deserves only happiness from now on! Seriously, I… I was going to say yes to moving in together,  but I won’t do it if this is how you’re gonna act around me!” wait! Are you serious?
  • “Oh… so you actually considered it?” “Yes… but I can’t do this if you keep hitting on me!” okay, joke’s over!
  • “I’m sorry, MC. Saeyoung told me if I acted like this, you would buy it, that idiot! But it’s impossible to trick you! I’ll… I’ll call him back, okay?” you sigh in relief, and it’s so cute!
  • He goes to the hallway yelling to Saeyoung to come out, turns around and goes back to you with a big smile, you smile back and open your arms, waiting for a hug. “Stop doing these silly pranks, what if one day I really mistake you two?” you ask over his shoulder
  • “Yes, I should start being more mature if you’re going to move in with us.” “I haven’t said ‘yes’ yet, Saeyoung!”
  • But you said yes during the shower you shared the next morning


You can see Saeran and V here ~

4

Yet another yoga studio gentrifying and colonizing everything in their path and using “POC safe space” as a way to veil their violence as benevolence. They have also used water protectors pictures without permission.
It has become evident that the savior and colonizer behavior that had to be checked at Standing Rock
https://planetjuniper.tumblr.com/post/153580919367/random-pic-of-dude-at-burning-man-the-unbearable
has now migrated back to other areas and opportunist are thriving.  Feel free to leave a one star review and warn POC of this Seattle studio before they get pulled in, used as a prop and disposed of for this fraudulent scheme. Self proclaimed “allies” really need to do better and stop fooling themselves into thinking that coerced colonizing  with zero dynamics of reciprocity mean they deserve cookies. What you are doing is reprehensible and you need to be accountable. Im tired of seeing Indigenous peoples stereotyped as hostile and savage, when colonizers forever whitewash and appropriate Native traditions for their own means. Im tired of seeing Indigenous/POC constantly having to check these behaviors and then being condemned and demonized for it. This is unacceptable.  

5-Ingredient Oreo Pancakes

I adapted this from a video by Brothers Green on Youtube (they only used four ingredients but I added salt), and it’s something I whip up the night before school for breakfast! Tastes pretty good for something so easy, and a great way to turn leftover Oreos into a meal.

Ingredients

6 Oreos (or any generic but similar sandwich cookie)

1 Egg / egg substitute

a ~splash~ of Milk (any will do, and you don’t really need a lot. I personally use almond milk)

Baking Powder (like barely a teaspoon)

pinch of Salt

Instructions

Crush the oreos and combine with the rest of the ingredients in a bowl till it has the consistency of pancake batter. If the batter’s too thick, add some more milk. If the batter’s too watery, add some baking powder. When it reaches the desired consistency, make over an oiled and heated pan like you would regular pancakes. If you have some lying around, whipped cream or peanut butter would be a nice touch.

Yields: 6 - 8 mini pancakes

Babysitting

“No worries Mrs. Dempsey everything will be fine!” You assured Mrs. Dempsey, you were babysitting her daughter for the weekend seeing as her and Mr. Dempsey were going away for a trip.

“Okay, I’ll leave you two have fun!” She got into the car, and you turned to the little girl who had the biggest smile on her face.

“Ready for some fun!” You yelled,

“YESSSSSS!” She replied,

“Okay what shall we do first?” You asked,

“Makeovers?” She asked, you smirked while nodding,

“I did bring some of my makeup,” you saw her face light up with joy. You two ran to her room, where you took out all your makeup,

“Can you do mine first?” She asked,

“Of course cutie,” you said while tapping the top of her nose. You let her choose what eyeshadow color she preferred. She chose a pink, so you began doing her makeup. Next you guys moved onto lipstick where she again chose a pink color.

“Okay done, you look beautiful.” You told her as you finished applying blush. She looked in the mirror,

“I look like a princess!” She said while smiling,

“Your turn!” She turned to you. You sat down and she began.

“You’re pretty enough for Zach,” She randomly stated,

“Who’s Zach?” You asked,

“My older brother,” she stated while being concentrated on your eyeshadow,

“You have a brother?!” You asked completely surprised. Mrs. Dempsey never once mentioned she had a son, maybe he’s away at college.

“Yeah, he’s in high school,” welp never mind not in college then,

“But he’s rarely home, he’s always with friends or basketball.” You could hear the sadness in her voice, you frowned.

“Well you always have me,” you told her rubbing her shoulder up and down. She smiled hugging you, she finished your makeup and you looked in the mirror. She actually did a pretty good job for an 8 year old. You have her a high five,

“So what’s next on our princess adventures?” You asked her,

“Dinner!” She said running to the kitchen,

“What do you want to eat, princess?” You asked her,

“Cookies!” She yelled,

“Hmm that’s not really dinner, how about I cook us some pasta and then we can bake cookies afterwards?” You asked her she nodded, you started making some pasta. After you were done you served both of you guys’ food and you both began eating,

“This is really good!” She said while gobbling her food away, you just giggled. You were both done with your pasta so you took out all the materials to bake cookies. All you guys really needed to do was place the cookie dough on a pan but you guys made it seem like you guys were professional bakers.

“Don’t eat the cookie dough!” You giggled while taking it away from her.

“But it tastes sooo good!” She tried reaching for more.

“The more cookie dough you eat, the less cookies there will be!” You said putting it further away, she finally gave up. A couple seconds later, you guys heard someone come in through the door, you both looked at each other confused. You told her to stay in the kitchen as you went to go see who it was,

“Who the fuck are you?” This very tall muscular guy asked,

“I’m Y/N.. who are you?”

“ZACHHHHHHHH,” before you could answer she ran into the kitchen. So this was Zach, you thought he was pretty cute. She rushed to him and hugged him,

“Y/N’s babysitting me, she’s so nice and she’s pretty!” She stated while Zach picked her up.

“Cmon let’s continue to bake our cookies,” you told her as Zach put her down,

“Wanna join us Zach?” She asked,

“Sure why not,” Zach stated following you guys to the kitchen. The three of you started placing cookie dough on the pan,

“Don’t eat the cookie dough!” You scolded Zach,

“Geez okay mom,” you giggled.
You guys were soon done and placed them in the oven,

“What do you want to do while they’re in the oven, princess?” You asked her,

“If Zachs gonna hang out with us he has to have makeup on too!” She declared, you laughed and looked over to him,

“NO!” He stated while walking away,

“CMOOOOON,” both of you guys whined, giving him puppy eyes.

“don’t give me those cute faces, ugh okay fine,” Zach said finally giving in. You and his sister high fived each other. You two finished his makeup and he didn’t look pleased at all. You two just laughed at him.

“Okay princess go put on a movie while I go get the cookies!” You told her and she nodded, you walked into the kitchen. Zach walked in,

“I can take them out,” he stated,

“Such a gentleman,” you said in between laughs, you couldn’t take him seriously because of his makeup.

“Only for princesses,” he smirked you just nudged him. You walked into the living room where the movie and blankets were already set up. Zach came in a couple minutes later with a plate filled with cookies and three cups of milk. He placed them on the coffee table, you guys all sat down and got comfortable. You were in the middle of Zach and his sister but in a matter of seconds she knocked out.

“Here I’ll take her to her room,” Zach stood up while picking her up bridal style. As that was happening you paused the movie and took out some makeup wipes, you went into her room and gently took off her makeup.

“My turn,” Zach stated,

“Cmon I have some more, they’re in my bag.” You said, both of you walking out of her room. You took out some more makeup wipes and started taking his makeup off. He kept his eyes on you the whole time. Next was you, you took off all your makeup and he still stared at you,

“You look better without it,” He mumbled, you looked over at him and blushed. You two went back to the living room to continue watching the movie. Both of you sat together and after a few minutes he placed his arm around you, you liked the warmth it gave you. You moved closer to him and placed your head on his chest. You got up to go check up on his sister, she was still knocked out so you returned to the living room where Zach was. You sat down next to him again,

“Is she still asleep?” He asked, you nodded.

“She’s so cute,” You said while reaching for a cookie,

“Yeah she is,” he agreed and you swear for a second you heard him mumble “so are you” but you just shrugged it off. You turned to him and shoved a cookie in his mouth, him almost choking. You burst out into laughter. He pretended to be mad and turned his head to the side,

“Aweee is little baby Zach mad?” You cooed, he turned to look at you and nodded. He looked so cute, you just grabbed his cheeks. You sat on his lap, and continued pulling his cheeks,

“Are you still mad?” You laughed.
He crashed his lips into yours pulling you closer to him. Grabbing your thighs and you wrapping your arms around him. You moved your hands to his hair where you lightly tugged it as he moved down to your neck where you let out a soft moan, you felt his smirk and he continued sucking that particular area.

“Ewwww,” You got off of him and looked around to see his sister covering her eyes, you blushed.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed, love?” You asked her while getting up she gasped,

“Did Zach hit you?!” She asked,

“No why?” You asked,

“You have a bruise on your neck!” She said running to Zach starting to hit him.

“No Princess he didn’t hit me,” you said while separating her and Zach,

“It’s just umm it’s an umm it’s a bee sting! You just didn’t see it before because I covered it with makeup.” You lied, she made an ‘o’ shape with her mouth and you could hear Zach laugh at that horrible lie.

“Zach why was Y/N on top of you?” You smirked, now the spotlight was on him.

“We were um… playing dentist! She was looking to see if I had any cavities!” He lied to her and you covered your mouth to keep you from laughing,

“But it looked like you guys were kissing,” she said again,

“What? No I would never kiss him, boys have cooties.” You told her, she looked confused but she nodded.

“Cmon let’s take you back to bed princess,” Zach carried her to her room again. He came out a couple minutes later,

“Bee sting huh?” He smirked,

“My lie was wayyyy better than yours.” You laughed, he just shook his head while laughing. He changed the subject,

“You can sleep in my bed if you want,” he said,

“Where are you gonna sleep?” You asked,

“I can sleep on the couch,” he simply stated, you thought it was unfair. He led you to his room where he opened the door,

“Your bed is big enough, we can both fit, you’re definitely not sleeping on the couch.” You stated,

“Are you sure that’s fine?” He asked, you nodded. You went to go get comfortable clothing from your bag, you took out some shorts and a loose crop top. You went into the bathroom to change and came out. You walked into his room where Zach was taking off his shirt, you quickly looked away even though you wanted to stare at his body.

“Is it okay if I sleep shirtless?” He asked, you nodded still not looking at him, instead looking around his room. Noticing all his medals and basketball posters,

“You’re good aren’t you?” You asked pointing at all his medals, he nodded while scratching the back of his neck. You yawned, Zach picked you up bridal style,

“You’re tired princess,” him calling you that made you blush so you buried your head into his chest. He laid you on one side of the bed and pulled the blankets over you, he got in on the other side. He pulled you into his bare skin, the scent of his cologne made you fall asleep.

“Zach I can’t find Y/N,” His sister walked in making both of you wake up,

“Don’t worry im right here,” you walked over to her, hugging her.

“The thunder, it’s scary,” She said, Zach turned on the lights, tears filling her eyes.

“It’s okay, baby, come sleep with me and Zach.” You said bringing her towards the bed. She crawled in and you got in next to her, and Zach on the other side. You three both fell asleep, but before you did you heard Zach say,

“My two princesses.” Which made you smile for those couple of seconds that you were awake.

Cherry Flavor

(Or read on ao3.)

“Hey, do you um…need a ride?” Connor looked up at the nervous, messy haired boy with a cast on his arm. He took a long sip of his cherry slushee and realized he’d reached the bottom of the cup. He slurped up the last of the artificial syrup and sighed.

“You’re Evan Hansen aren’t you?” He said, evading the question. He’d seen him gawking at his sister during jazz band concerts.

“And you’re Connor Murphy,” he replied. “It’s late.”

Connor was sitting on the curb, shivering in his thin hoodie. In hindsight he probably should have gotten a hot chocolate but he liked the way the cherry stained his mouth.

“Thanks Captain Obvious,” he sneered.

Evan seemed to shrink from him. “So you don’t need a ride or…?”

“Can we just go for a drive Hansen? I’m still kinda high and my parents are pissed off enough as it is.”

“I…um, sure,” he said. Connor got up.

“Do you want a slushee? I’ll buy you one.”

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✨The Magic of Ostara✨

Ostara is a time for change. It’s a time for celebrating rebirth and renewal and it’s a time for thanking the universe for the magic that is earth. Sometimes you just need to switch things up and have fun with life. Luckily, I have put together the list to conquer all lists: How to Have Fun on Ostara.

• Bake food! Ostara is all about making new things and the coming of newness, so why not make some new things yourself? Honey cakes, soda bread, flowery teas, moon cookies, and other magical foods are sure to provide a fun and yummy Ostara. 🍵

• Watch nature documentaries. Binge watching movies and TV shows has always been a passion of mine. However, Ostara isn’t really the greatest time for staying inside and doing nothing all day. Don’t worry, cause boy do I have a solution for you! Nature documentaries celebrate Spring and just nature in general, and the amazingness of earth itself. Watch them and feel the magic of spring and nature. 📽

• Go outside. Ostara is 100% all about the outdoors and the changing of the seasons. Collect some type of water, go for a walk/hike, collect plants and “artifacts” for your witchy wonders, and just have fun. Try inviting some other friends to enjoy the outdoors with you, so you can be in the company of others. 🍃

• Gather some friends and have an Ostara ritual. Cook up some lavender + vanilla popcorn, wrap yourselves in some fluffy blankets, and sit around some tarot cards or a crystal altar and charge your minds with the energy of Spring. 🔮

• Just dance. Dancing is a great way to cleanse and renew yourself and what better day to cleanse things than on Ostara? Having a dance party, either alone or with friends is energizing, refreshing, fun, and most importantly, not harmful to the environment. 💃

• Make a fairy shrine. This one leads back to my childhood. If you are a supporter of the fae and love fairytales, then you will love this idea. Gather leaves, flowers, herbs, scraps of cloth, and so on in order to create your shrine. Little colorful beads, shards of glass, crystals, or even just some cute rocks are great starters! 🍄

• Ground yourself! By ground yourself, I mean really, physically ground yourself. Take off your shoes, go outside, and bury your feet in the dirt. Not only does this connect you with nature, it is also scientifically proven to rid your body of unnecessary electricity and it can prevent static electricity. ⚡️

• Open some windows! Letting the outside in is a great way to honor Ostara and invite the changing weather in without having to get all prepared for a nature walk or hike. Also, fresh air is a million times better for you than indoor air, as it is freshly cleaned by trees and it hasn’t been cycling around your house for hours. 🌬

• Write a love letter. Write a love letter to yourself, to the earth, to past witches or future witches, to fellow witches or your enemy witches, to your deities or the universe. Write a love letter to whomever you please, and don’t be shy about it. Spill out your thoughts and focus on every word. Slip it in a grimoire or notebook, maybe your diary or a special box. Honor this love letter, as it is a reminder of nature and Ostara. 💌

• Start a nature grimoire. If you already have a grimoire for spells, theories, magic, and mystery, then why not start one entirely dedicated to nature? Write about what you’ve observed in nature, your theories about nature, herbs, drying plants, and gardening. Have fun with it! 📖

• Do a seed-casting ritual. Simply put, gather all of your favorite plant seeds and combine them. Dig a small-ish hole in the ground and sprinkle the seeds into the hole while walking around the hole chanting, “I wish it be, I wish it may, grow in the ground fiercely today, have the strength to make it through, the evil and the twisted, so this chant shall do”. I came up with this as a personal way to encourage my plants to grow and flourish whenever I plant them. If you want more info, just message me! 🌹

• Play classical music for your plants! This has been proven to increase plant growth phenomenally, and there’s no doubt that you can sing to them too. Helping strengthen plants is a great way to celebrate Ostara. 🎼

• My nighttime Ostara ritual. As you can probably tell by now, my rituals and I are pretty tight-knit. I do this ritual to signify the leaving of an old life and the beginning of a new one. I also do this to cleanse my heart of any negativity. Getting rid of the sluggish feelings of Winter and bringing forth the new ones of Spring is really important. Simply light as many candles as you can and say, “This is my life, the life I give, to the air to the dirt to the sky to the night, this is the life I live. Twitching and twirling is the wand of my past, no longer it is mine. So I say goodbye to the wrinkled and old, and hello to the fresh and magical”. This chant simply states the purpose of the activity and has no real connection to Witchcraft other than to signify the official act of moving on. After reciting the passage, blow out each candle in quick succession! 🕯

I hope all of you enjoy my masterpost of Ostara activities! If you have any questions or suggestions, please message me anytime. Hope you all have a wonderful Ostara and happy bewitching 🌞

Names for the types

caution: stereotypes! more or less funny, with @the-enfp-experience, check out her tumblr!

ISTJ „Never Change a Running System“ (really… don’t)

ESTJ „Kill the Rebels“ (kill them all)

INTJ „Evil Mastermind“ (not that evil)

ENTJ „Evil Mastermind“ (2.0)

INTP „Interdimensional Time – Travelling Cat“ (in space)

ENTP „Memelord“ (Lord of the Memes)

INFJ „Mystical Unicorn“ (really special)

ENFJ „Hugmaster“ (Master of the Hugs)

INFP „Cinnamon Roll“ (please do not eat)

ENFP „Oh Something Shiny“ (is it glitter?)

ISFJ „Cookies for Everyone“ (love me)

ESFJ „passive aggressive mom“ (technically it’s YOUR duty)

ISFP „Don’t Touch My Canvas" (Don’t you dare)

ESFP „PARTY. ALL. NIGHT.“ (and day)!

ESTP „Fight Me!“ (do it)

ISTP „Gotta Jump From That Cliff“ (who needs instructions?)

Memories

*Philip Hamilton x Reader
*Modern
*Word count: 2121

Summary: You somehow find a diary/journal of your old self and read through the contents of how you met your soulmate centuries ago.

Request: SOULMATE AU WITH PHILIP PLSS - @pearltheartist

A/N: Okay I had so much fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy reading it and please send in more requests because I’m sick and noT going to school today k bye

And anything that’s italicized is memories/journal entries

Warnings: EXTREME FLUFF (idk someone might not like that???)

Originally posted by fuckyeahanthonyramos


“Nana, why do I have to go clean out your attic? Why can’t Liam do it?” You groaned, mentioning your brother as you climbed up the old stairs that led to your grandmother’s attic. “Because dear,” she called out, watching you climb up the stairs, “there may be some treasures up there that you might like.”

You looked down at her with furrowed brows, pursing your lips in question at her statement. She simply shrugged and wandered off, muttering something about making cookies for Liam and your grandfather.

Sighing, you opened the wooden door and pushed yourself up, letting out a low grunt as you did so. “I really need to start working out again,” you muttered, shaking your head as you looked around the old attic. The attic contained boxes upon boxes that probably contained items that hadn’t been used for years, along with piles of dust everywhere.

Running a hand through your hair, you nibbled on your bottom lip, not exactly sure where to start. “What on earth did nana think I’d find up here that I would love so much?” You wondered outloud to yourself, “all I see is boxes full of useless junk.”

“Stop complaining, Y/n.” You lectured, “nana sent you up here for a reason, obviously.”

When you finally decided to get to work, you grabbed the first box you saw, setting it down gently and opening the old box, coughing as dust flew everywhere, waving your hand in the air to blow it away. “Okay,” you breathed, beginning to rummage through the box and finding nothing of importance.

This continued for over an hour and you were to head back downstairs to complain to your grandmother, when something in the box you were currently looking through caught your eye. A black leather journal that looked like it was going to fall apart any minute now.

You slowly reached down to grab it, gently picking it up in fear that it would break if you tried to do anything else with it. Once you opened to a random page, your eyes narrowed as you recognized the familiar handwriting. It looked like your handwriting.

February third, 1795.
Dear diary,
Today me and my parents went to the Hamilton estate, something about me meeting my betrothed, which makes me uncomfortable at the mere thought of being forced to marry someone I didn’t love, especially if he wasn’t my soulmate. But, what can I do? I’m just a child, and a woman at that, I didn’t get any say in the matter at all. Mother didn’t look too happy either, muttering the entire way there about how “I shouldn’t be forced to live through what she did.” Whereas father was claiming it’d be good for both of our families if I married young Philip Hamilton when we were both eighteen years of age. I have indeed heard of the Hamilton’s before, but I have never met them. Mr. Hamilton was known for his over-the-top personality whereas Mrs. Hamilton was known for her soft and sweet nature. I knew nothing of Philip Hamilton, though. I do hope he is as great as my father says he is. We have arrived at their estate, I’ll update you later.
Sincerely,
Y/n Y/l/n

Your eyes widened, nibbling on your bottom lip as you reread the journal entry over and over again. What made you more suspicious was that this girl had the same name as you. You somehow found yourself wanting to know what happened next, so you kept on reading:

Dear diary,
We have just gotten home and I’m very tired, yet I remembered I promised to update you on everything that happened before I went to visit the Hamilton family. I’ll tell you everything from start to finish. First, we were greeted by a maid, she was a nice young lady, yet she looked to be around my age, which made me feel unpleasant at the thought of these people forcing young girls to work. But nevertheless, I didn’t complain and allowed the girl to lead me and my parents to the parlor, where she said the family awaited us. Once we reached the parlor, she simply announced our names and curtsied, leaving right after. I remember feeling nervous as I came to see Mr. Hamilton staring at me with a straight face, but Mrs. Hamilton’s sweet smile made me feel comfortable after. “Mr and Mrs. Hamilton, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I found myself saying, curtsying just like mother had taught me to do. “Please dear, call me Eliza.” I remember nodding, letting a short smile appear on my features before it disappeared right after. “Well, I suppose you must be here to meet our son. Philip, come here!” Mr. Hamilton called out, motioning for a young boy around my age to come downstairs. Once he did so, I felt my eyes widen as my mouth dropped into a slight ‘o’ at the sight of the boy. He was absolutely magnificent. I then remembered how unladylike my actions were and curtsied once more, “Y/n Y/l/n, pleasure to meet you.” I remember the boyish grin that appeared on his freckled face as he leaned down to kiss my hand gently. “Philip Hamilton, the pleasure is all mine, Ms. Y/n.” I don’t think anyone could ever understand how absolutely helpless I felt when he did that. I don’t think I can describe the smiles on our mother’s faces as they watched our actions. It was absolutely amazing. Well, I do fear that I’m starting to doze off… Until tomorrow
Sincerely,
Y/n y/f/n

You were definitely gaping at the old journal now, everything seemed so similar, from the handwriting down to your name. You had the exact same name. Now, you were never one to believe in soulmates or reincarnation like your nana did, but this had seemed very suspicious.

“Dear? Did you find anything?” You heard nana call out, making you shake yourself out of your trance and call back, “yes nana, I did. I’m coming down now.” You gripped the journal tightly as you walked down the old ladder, closing the attic door behind you as you turned to your grandmother. “Well?” She asked expectantly, making you smile and show her the journal. Your grandmother’s eyes brightened as she gently took the journal from your hands and admired it, “I… recognize this…” She whispered breathlessly as she took in the sight of the old journal.

“The lady has the same handwriting and name as me, nana. Isn’t that strange?” Your grandmother nodded slightly, a breathless smile appearing on her lips as she opened the pages and flipped through them, letting out a soft sigh at the sight of ripped pages.

She eventually handed the journal back to you, leading you towards grandfather’s study. “Dear, you do know about soulmates, correct?” You sighed, slowly nodding your head. “Nana, you know I don’t believe in-” Your grandmother shushed you, cradling you in her arms making you set the journal down on your grandfather’s messy desk.

“Just let me speak, dear.” She whispered, pulling away yet she still gripped your arms as she gave you a large smile. “You know of soulmates and reincarnation, right?” You nodded slowly, frowning in confusion as her smile grew.

“You know me and your grandfather are soul mates, yes?” You nodded, sighing softly. Your grandparents were one of the few people in the world who met each other long ago and were soulmates, reincarnating together every time they died. “Well… This young lady you are reading about, that’s you.”

Your eyes widened as you laughed, pulling away from your grandmother. “Yeah, right,” you snorted, “and Beyonce is my mom. Nana, just because you were lucky enough to meet grandpa years ago and reincarnate with him, doesn’t mean we were as well.”

Your nana rolled her eyes, scoffing. “When you were reading this journal, what entry did you read?” You frowned, “something about her meeting Philip Hamilton, I guess they were betrothed or something.” Your nana squealed softly, “and do you know anyone by the name of Philip now?”

You nodded slowly, “uh yeah, we have World History and Biology together… Oh shit.”

“Watch your language,” she lectured before shaking her head and smiling again, “dear, next time you see him, talk to him. You won’t regret it.”

Later that night, when everyone else was asleep, you found yourself reading this girl’s journal some more, reading every entry from the first page and so on until you reached the end of the journal, which came to stop in the middle of the diary. There was only one more journal entry after this one:

November twenty-third, 1801.
Dear diary,
I have never met a man more foolish than Philip Hamilton, not even his father could be more foolish than he. This man, my soulmate, my betrothed, has decided to challenge Mr. Eacker to a duel all because he insulted his father. Philip, has always been a man of honor, he was unlike any man I had ever met before. He was sweet and caring like his mother, yet would do anything to protect his father’s legacy. And to make things worse, his father encouraged it. If I weren’t a lady of high respect, I would’ve given them both a piece of my mind. Anyway, I must sleep now, I’ll write back tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Y/n Y/f/n

Your brows furrowed, your eyes were narrowed and you found yourself turning to the next page, desperately needing to know what happens next.

November twenty-fourth, 1801.
Dear diary,
Today, on the twenty-fourth, the love of my life has passed away at the hands of a dishonorable man. I watched as his mother and father screamed in aguish when he passed, I remember feeling his cold lips touch mine one more time before his closed his eyes, finally at rest. “I’ll come back for you,” I remember him promise, which had resulted in me crying, it hasn’t been the same anymore. He’s only been gone for a few hours yet for some reason, it feels like centuries. It feels like my whole entire world has turned upside down… Philip… He was my world. I couldn’t be more thankful for the six years we were able to spend together… The six years I was able to spend with my soulmate. I do hope I get to see him again soon, my heart cannot take this pain much longer.
I’m afraid this may be my last entry
Until next time,
Y/n Y/l/n

You felt tears form, wiping them away so they wouldn’t ruin the already thinning paper, and slowly closed the unfinished book, setting it down on your nightstand by your bed as you let out soft cries at the thought of never seeing him again.

Oh, I do hope I get to see him soon


The next morning, you hopped out of bed the minute you woke up, grabbing the journal as you ran and raced into the living room to find your grandmother waiting. You gently set the old notebook down and ran over to hug your grandmother, the smile never leaving your face as you did.

“I get it, nana.” You whispered as she hugged you back. “I’m going to see him again.” She pulled away from you and smiled down at your warmly, squeezing your upper-arms reassuringly. 

“Go get him, dear. I cannot wait to meet him.”


The next day, you were back in school, desperately searching around for Philip. You finally caught him talking to his group of friends, tossing his head back in laughter. For some reason, it all clicked. You received every memory of you two together and your smile grew as you felt yourself run faster and faster. 

“Philip!” You called, gaining his attention as you stopped a little bit away from him. He stopped talking to his friends and stared at you, his eyes widening as well as he took a few steps towards you, as if all of his memories were coming back as well. He opened his arms and you ran into them, wrapping your arms around his neck as his wrapped around your waist.

“Y/n…” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. You both pulled away and gazed into each other’s eyes lovingly. “It was only a matter of time, my dear.” 

BTS reaction to you having an existential crisis

What does it even mean to be alive? What should I do with my short time as the conscious manifestation of the universe? Will I ever find a purpose?

Taehyung:

He’d cup your face, gazing into your eyes. He’d be unusually serious.

“You’re my everything, Y/N. Not only that, you have pretty eyes, and you’re always so small and cute, and you make me laugh, and your hair is nice,” he’d begin, going on until a wide smile was painted on your face. His lips would curl upwards, and he’d give you a light kiss.

Originally posted by jeonbase


Jimin:

He’d give you a bear hug.

“Don’t think about this,” he’d whisper against your ear. “You always get depressed when you do, and that makes me sad.” He’d pause. “Do you want to cuddle? I kinda want to cuddle… Okay, fine, I really want to cuddle.”

Originally posted by jiminiediary


Jungkook:

He’d sit down next to you.

“Do you want talk about it? Would it help?” he’d inquire, a bit unsure about how to act. “Do you want a hot cup of tea, maybe? Or cookies? I could try to make some… Or we could go for a run? It could help clearing up your mind…” he’d trail off, blushing when he realized he was babbling. “Tell me what you need, Y/N. I’d do anything for you.”

Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook


Jin:

He would intertwine your fingers with his.

“I want to learn all there is to know about you,” he’d say. “If it’s for you, I have all the time in the world,” he’d add, smiling. “So, what’s on your mind, Jagiya? Tell my everything.”

Originally posted by jjilljj


Hoseok:

He’d look at you, worried.

“Let’s go out, Y/N!” he’d say joyfully, in spite of his uneasiness. “We could go to that restaurant you like. It’ll be my treat,” he’d continue, as you would brighten up. “Oh, and do you want to try the new ice cream place that just opened downtown? It seems super good!”

Originally posted by joeguk


Yoongi:

He’d rest his chin in his hands.

“Does it really matter?” he’d ask, perplexed. “I love you, and you love me. We’re living nice, interesting lives… We don’t need to change the whole world. Just making you happy is enough for me.”

Originally posted by jeonbase


Namjoon:

He’d stare at you blankly.

“We’ve established that even if meaning in life is constructed by society and individuals, it doesn’t mean that it isn’t real,” he’d say slowly. “We are NOT having this debate again. I have work to do.”

And you’d somehow end up having a 4-hour long conversation about the miracle of human consciousness.

Originally posted by wrapmunster


Author’s note: Oh, how existential crises plague my life. I had fun writing this, so I hope you enjoyed it ♥

N.E.I.G.H.B.O.R.S // Fanfic

Modern Apartment AU // Nessian

The One With The Coffee Shop Date

I am not sure if this is going to turn into a series or just be one shot but its about Cassian and Nesta having apartments next to each other. Sort of like Friends but not really. Let me know if you like it and you want more. 

                                                       Nesta

All Nesta wanted to do today was bake, turn on the cheesiest romcom she could find, and do some much needed relaxing but her coworkers had other ideas. They kept calling her until she decided to give up on relaxing and go into work to solve everyone’s problems. 

So here she was walking into her apartment at 11 o’clock already on her second batch of cookies. As soon as she walked into her apartment an hour earlier she put on her old school guilty pleasure spotify playlist and got to baking. 

When she’s gone through her playlist four times she has already finished baking two batches of her world famous chocolate chip cookies, one batch of oatmeal cookies (Elain’s favorite), three batches of M&M cookies, and was working on her favorite everything-but-the-kitchen-sink where she put every kind of chocolate she had in her house in the cookies. 

As she begun collecting the ingredients she realized she was out of sugar. Without thinking it through she makes her way out into the hall and knocks on the apartment across from her. 

After five minutes, and knocking three times, the door finally opens to reveal her neighbor Cassian. “Hey?” he says, more of a question than a statement. He rubs the the sleep out of his eyes, and Nesta forces herself to stare at his face so her eyes don’t trail down to the abs that were on full display. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?” 

She rolls her eyes at the nickname before requesting, “I need sugar. One cup to be presence.” 

He raises an eyebrow and chuckles slightly, “Sugar? Your knocking on my door for sugar?” He opens the door wider so she can follow him into his kitchen. After taking the measuring cup from her he opens his cabinet and looks around for the sugar. “Can I ask why you need a cup of sugar at four in the morning?” 

“I am baking- wait. What did you just say?” she asks, catching the blinking light on his microwave that read 4:03. She jumps off the stool she had planted herself on while she waited for him to get her sugar and exclaims, “It’s 4:03 am? My sister’s graduation is tomorrow morning!” 

“So you don’t normally bake in the middle of the night? I was beginning to worry that I was living next to a vampire,” he says, handing over the full measuring cup. 

“Thanks,” she says taking the cup from him and walking towards the door. “Sorry for waking you up 4, hopefully it won’t happen again.” 

He puts his hand on his door before she can open it causing her to look up at him. “I think you owe me one,” he says.

She scoffs and shoves his arm out of her way and exits his apartment, “You’ve borrowed enough creamer from me we are definitely even.” 

“How about coffee tomorrow?” he asks before she can disappear into her own apartment. 

She pauses slightly and turns towards him. “Okay,” she replies slowly in thought. “Meet me at the coffee shop around the corner at nine.”

“Nine?” He exclaims, doing the math in his head. “You just woke me up!”

She shrugs, “That’s the only time I am free tomorrow.” 

He frowns, and Nesta can see that he is thinking it through in his head, finally he nods. “Okay, I’ll see you at nine.” 


“Feyre, believe me. It was awkward. So awkward,” Nesta says, as she stares intently in the mirror trying to perfect her eyeliner while balancing her cellphone between her ear and shoulder. “Worst 47 minutes of my life.” 

“47 minutes?” Feyre repeats laughing, “How bad could it be? You’ve been on some pretty bad dates, Nes. Remember when that guy from your gym took you hiking and basically pushed you into a creek?” 

“Thanks for reminding me,” Nesta grunts, finishing up one eye and moving onto the next one. “All we did was bicker. I don’t think that’s a good sign on the first date.” 

“Isn’t your excuse for not going on second dates always because they didn’t have enough fire in them?” Feyre counters, and Nesta can practically see the smug look on her sisters face through the phone. 

Nesta pauses, before replying with a simple, “So?” 

Feyre laughs again, “So most guys don’t have enough fire and your neighbor has too much? I think it’s time you start adopting cats.” 

“I am a dog person,” she replies. 

“Rhys just got here, I’ll see you later at graduation and you can tell me more about your neighbor,” Feyre says.


“She wasn’t interested at all. She looked at her phone three times in ten minutes,” Cassian says into the phone as he goes through his closet. 

“Was it a hard to get disinterest?” Rhys asks.

“Definitely not. It was disinterest disinterest,” he says to his best friend. “She bolted out of the coffee shop as fast as she could and we live across from each other. 

“Well, maybe this means you should stop pinning over her. You know, Feyre, has been mentioning setting you up with her sister,” Rhys says. 

Cassian pulls out his suit, and throws it onto his bed. “Elain? Isn’t she married and expecting? I don’t think her husband would like her going out on a date with me.” 

Rhys chuckles on the other side of the line. “No, her sister N-,” he pauses, “I just arrived at Feyre’s apartment I’ll see you later at her graduation, right?” 

After hanging up with him and finishing getting ready he makes his way to the parking garage connected to his apartment. He hears a groan of frustration around the corner and a familiar female voice exclaim, “You have got to be kidding me.” 

Turning the corner he sees Nesta kicking her the front tire of her car. “What did your car do to deserve that. sweetheart?” she jumps and turns around frowning. 

“It won’t start and I am probably going to be late to my sisters graduation and shes going to kill me,” she rambles, pulling her cellphone out of her purse allowing Cassian time to admire the short blue dress she wore. “My other sister is probably already there because she’s always early to everything.” 

Cassian frowns and looks at his watch. “Where’s her graduation? I can drop you off,” he says. 

She looks up surprised and her eyes drop to the suit he’s wearing then back up to his face. “Prythian University,” she says. 

“Perfect, that’s where I am heading,” he says, before turning to walk and gesturing for her to follow. She locks her car and follows behind him.

“Why are you going to Prythian University? Does someone you know go there?” she asks.

“My friends girlfriend is graduating. I usually wouldn’t go to these kind of things but he’s planned a big surprise for her after it. He’s actually proposing, which is about time. Those two have been in love with each other since they met. He even flew up her sister, Elain, who lives in North Carolina.” When he finishes he looks over to see what Nesta was going to say but shes not walking next to him anymore. He turns to see her stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “You okay?” 

“Is your friend Rhysand?” she asks. 

Cassian frowns confused, “Yeah, why? Do you know him?”

“I do actually. He’s dating my sister.”

                                                       The End 

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Fallout 4 dad types
  • This isn't a serious thing but I'm posting it anyway if you want more just ask me
  • Companions:
  • nick: the dad that voices bedtime stories , lets the kid have coffee , and sasses the kid right back when they sass him .
  • Danse: the " guns don't kill people dads with daughters do" , probably forces them to listen to country music
  • Preston: the dad that helps with school projects, lets them see what he's doing when they ask him , puppy face to sole when the kid finds an animal
  • Deacon: the dad that is best on Halloween , is secretly in the room on their first day at kindergarten but ~in a disguise~ , tells the best stories
  • Hancock: the dad that makes sure their kid knows the dangers of drugs and alcohol,helps them sew( I mean I doubt that jacket could've hold that long without Hancock doing some sewing) , ' auntie Fahrenheit '
  • MacCready: the dad that gets the kid into video games , makes sure the kid is taking care of themselves properly , always rooting for them no matter how bad it gets
  • Longfellow: the dad that lets their kid have a lil alcohol and when they don't like it he doesn't push it , openly displays guns and weapons in house , when their kid says his and sole's romantic stuff is gross he makes a big deal out of doing it more and blows raspberries on the kid's cheek
  • X6-88: the dad that openly threatens the kid's date when their kid leaves the room , makes the best food , knows all the schedules, " no Luanne you are mistaken. It is your brownies that are disgusting and only half baked."
  • Others:
  • DiMA: the dad who like bakes cookies , Is vegan and does yoga in the mornings
  • Maxson: the dad that intimidates all the other parents at events , cheers the loudest at sports .. Plays..decathalons... Graduation, teaches them how to defend them self and plays make believe with them
  • Sturges: the " you don't need to go to the store to get it fixed , I'll do it." Dad , also a really cool cook , 50s rockabilly dad , has vintage cars he fixes but let's the kid drive them and honestly wouldn't be that mad only dissapointed dad face if they get it wrecked
Are You Sure

(Bruce Wayne x Reader)

Requested: no 

Summary: The reader is pregnant and Bruce is freaking out over every little thing

Warning/s: none 


It was definitely a shock when you found out you were pregnant with Bruce’s child, but a good kind of shock nonetheless. 

 When you told Bruce about it he, in a word, glowed. He glowed with happiness, picked you up and kissed you passionately. The boys on the other hand had a little different reaction to the pregnancy.

Dick actually started jumping up and down screaming how he’s going to be a big brother again.

Jason was really chill about it but you swear you saw him shed a tear whilst saying, “I’m going to be a big bro.”

Tim was also excited but not as much as Dick. You also heard him say, “I’m going to teach this kid everything I know.”

Damian. Now, Damian had a little different reaction to the pregnancy news. Even tough he couldn’t wait for the baby to arrive and for him to teach his brother/sister defense tactics, he was skeptical about the baby.

Even if Damian won’t admit it, and would get mad at anyone for saying stuff like that, he was still a kid that needed love and attention but the new addition to the family would take everyone’s. Of course he slowly came around but only after you had reassured him that the baby won’t make you and Bruce love Damian any less.

About four months into your pregnancy Bruce was freaking out over every little thing. Like seriously, you couldn’t even go to the bathroom without Bruce asking if you needed help.  

It was actually kinda cute of him for caring so much. But it slowly started to piss you off. Like really started to piss you off.

“Honey, stop, that’s too heavy for you to lift.”

“Bruce, it’s a jar of cookies.”

The thing that seriously pissed you off was the fact that every little kick from the baby was Bruce’s alarm for you going into labor. He started doing that once you were eight months in. 

One day the baby kept kicking and you were getting tired of that and it actually hurt a little. Your big mistake was saying, “Ow,” in front of Bruce. Him running around screaming was actually amusing to you and you started to laugh. Bruce stopped once he heard your laugh that he loved so much.

“Why are you laughing (y/n)? This is serious!”

“I’m laughing at you dummy. I’m not going into labor, it was one of those kicks that hurt a little.”

Bruce seemed to calm down at your words but his shoulders were still a little tense. “C’mon honey, let’s go watch something.” You said taking his hand and leading him to the living room. 

“Are you sure you’re not going into labor (y/n)?” He asked as you two got comfortable on the sofa. “Yes Bruce, I’m sure. Now watch the damn movie.” He mumbled in agreement and started watching.

“But are you sure?” 

You sighed and ignored him, choosing to watch the film that was displaying on the TV than listen to your loving husband.