do you think i am pretty

anonymous asked:

Tell us more about her

She is small, but extremely strong. She is like a mini hulk if you ask her to help moving heavy stuff around. Cockroaches are her kryptonite because she’s had bad experiences with them before. (She accidentally stepped on a big, fresh cockroach barefoot and she wailed as soon as I picked up the phone)

She has a thing for Corgis’ butt, she sneezes like a hamster and she sleeps like a koala bear. She loves her family more than she loves herself. She would do anything as long as it is for her family. She is not a fan of phone calls, but if she calls, you better pick up because it’s definitely an emergency, regardless how big or small the emergency is.

I think she is made of nothing but love, because she is so loving and soft, no matter what she does. She rarely gets angry, she often just laughs it off. But when she does get angry, she is pretty scary. (Definitely not as scary as I am.)

She tends to roll her eyes and groan as soon as I start to come up with lame jokes and puns (but she secretly loves it, she just doesn’t want to admit it). She finds it hard to say no when people ask her for favors even when she wants to say no (which is something I am quite worried about).

Did I mention that she is clumsy? I feel the need to tie fluffy pillows around her just so she will not get hurt from her clumsiness. She love massages a lot. It only takes a few minutes for her to fall asleep if you give her back massages, that’s how much she loves it.

I didn’t realize how long this is. I should stop here. To conclude it all, she has a really big heart for someone who is petite like her. And all you want to do is shelter her from all the bad in this world. That’s what I want to do.

Edit:
I almost forgot to add this in: She loves her tea the way I love my coffee; black with a single cube of sugar. She once said that she never liked her own smile because it looks weird to her. But little does she know that she has the kindest and most contagious smile. She is forgetful when it comes to herself, but she remembers every little thing when it comes to those she hold dearly. She knows how bad I am when it comes to removing sharp bones from a fish, so whenever there’s a fish in our meal, she will remove all of the bones before giving it to me. I could go on and on if it’s her, you know

Hey guys, i need your help! I am going to print a tiny zine with comics about Amy and Nemo. I’ve posted all of the things i’m gonna include in it, so you’ve seen all of it (except for the last page of the Halloween Fun story i am currently doing). 

And the thing is, i’ve never thought i’d do it and didn’t think about a name at all. Now i need to come up with it pretty quickly. And i suck at making up titles  xD

It would help me a hella lot if you would throw your ideas at me :D 

Zine will include art with Amy and Nemo i made throughout the years and 8 pages of short comics. So there’s no actual theme or story, it just everything i have about them. 

Please help me?

anonymous asked:

You're super familiar with the comics right? Is there anything from canon you haven't read?

Ha. Um. I am pleased that I could give you the impression I am super-familiar with the comics, but honestly I have read way less than you probably think I have. For one thing, I’ve only been in this fandom about three years (unless you count my comics-reading adolescence, but that was all X-Men). For another, I find it hard to read and write at the same time, and I’ve been doing a lot more writing lately. I started out with this fandom thinking I was going to read everything and… yeah, no.

However, I like to think I am pretty good at faking having read a lot of comics. I’ve read most of the Steve & Tony stuff that comes up in fandom from Civil War or so onwards, and I am reading their current comics. And since the fandom basically dates to Civil War, you can get pretty far with just the past decade or so of comics. (I will admit to having read more of the events and the Avengers mainline titles than I have of Steve or Tony’s solo books; at some point I need to remedy that.)

As for earlier stuff, what I have read is basically what I have needed to read to write fic. When I got into the fandom I decided I was going to start by reading early canon and writing early-canon fic, since there was so much less backstory to deal with and it would therefore be more manageable. So I think I read, like, sixty issues of Avengers in a couple days. (Of course, the first thing I wrote was Slipping off the Page into Your Hands so maybe I have a funny definition of “manageable.”) After that I folded Civil War in and started trying to write that, and then Hickmanvengers, because I was reading that as it came out.

Other than that, I am trying to get around to reading the major highlights for Steve, Tony, and the Avengers; I’ve read a lot of the “big” plot points for all three titles but I haven’t really just sat down and read a lot of canon. Again, what I have read is because of fic – like, @phoenixmetaphor wanted a v3 story for the RBB, so I read v3. And then the next RBB, somehow we settled on just-post-drinking-arc, so I reread the entire drinking arc and got to read a bunch of Gruenwald Cap, so, hey, now I have read Steve the Marvel Comics Artist. (Also she is very familiar with canon so she is good at pointing me to whatever era of canon I need. Next up – after all the Star Trek canon research, anyway – I’m probably going to end up reading a whole lot of early ToS, again for fic.)

So, yeah, there is a whole lot I haven’t read! The key is to read the stuff that commonly shows up, and then befriend people who have read more than you and get them to rec you comics. :D

(Also the 616 Steve/Tony Discord is very helpful. We are reading a lot of things I haven’t read before!)

*a new admin appears*

Hello all you lovelies! I have risen from the deep dark smog of tumblr to help run this blog! I guess I should introduce myself a bit? Or you can skip this if you don’t really care haha…

I’m Wil! I run an account called @sperus-art that is full of garbage tbh. I uhh… I’m 18, I have green hair, and I love Robert and Craig with all my heart. What else am I missing… I specialize in hcs honestly, but I do a pretty decent Brian for those of you who think he’s been missing out.

I think that’s it! You can check out my blog if you want to ask me other things or see my arts I guess? I look forward to working on here with you guys, and I hope I can live up to your expectations!

x1epj1x  asked:

Random question: am I the only one that gets pretty pissed off when people tease me about something that’s fucking obvious? Even in fics and fake texts it’s just annoying to me. ‘Is someone jealous?’ No, what ever made you think that? The fact that I’m acting jealous? I enjoy jealousy in fics but when the person is teasing them I wanna go ‘what the fuck are you doing’ and I don’t even know why. Maybe it’s just because I don’t like being teased. I’m sure that this is an unpopular opinion tho 😓

Haha nah count me in too. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth when I’m feeling say…angry and someone just tries to sneak in a “Ohhh looks like someone’s getting angry.” 

Yes bitch, I’m angry and I want to break your face. Was it that obvious? :)

Alright, so I think I’ll do another drawing stream on Friday. I’ll be working on a pretty big piece, so I hope you guys are as excited as I am! 7p.m. est, (4 pacific) I’ll draw until I fall asleep, so even if you can’t stay the whole time, you can still catch part of it!

You know what? I might change it to Saturday, because of a Halloween party, idk yet. But I’ll say as soon as I can

OK people keep pointing this out and honestly it’s so true?

When Keith is leaving this is Pidge’s reaction, she’s visibly sad and you can tell she’s obviously going to miss him

And Allura is sad too, but she seems more proud of Keith because he’s going off to do what he wants to do

But then there’s Lance?? 

I don’t even know what he’s really feeling tbh, he just looks like he’s trying so hard to hold something back, like he’s pretending to be OK when he really isn’t. And I don’t think they focused in on his reaction for no reason (especially when they could have showed Hunk, Coran, or even Shiro again) this obviously means something. 

Considering his “Yeah, who am I going to make fun of?” Came after Pidge’s “We’re really going to miss you.” It’s pretty obvious he’s going to miss Keith…But just for making fun of him? That seems a bit empty and he’s most likely not saying everything he feels, because you know, this is Lance. He hides his true emotions underneath his confidence and charm, even though he has more insecurities/problems than anyone else out there. Every once in a while though they do slip out, and I think it almost did here but he was doing his best to hold it back for the sake of the team. 

So honestly…I wonder how he was really feeling in this moment to see Keith go… 

Everything You Need to Know About Writing Successfully - in Ten Minutes

by Stephen King
(reprinted in Sylvia K. Burack, ed. The Writer’s Handbook. Boston, MA: Writer, Inc., 1988: 3-9)

I. The First Introduction

THAT’S RIGHT. I know it sounds like an ad for some sleazy writers’ school, but I really am going to tell you everything you need to pursue a successful and financially rewarding career writing fiction, and I really am going to do it in ten minutes, which is exactly how long it took me to learn.  It will actually take you twenty minutes or so to read this essay, however, because I have to tell you a story, and then I have to write a second introduction.  But these, I argue, should not count in the ten minutes.



II. The Story, or, How Stephen King Learned to Write

When I was a sophomore in high school, I did a sophomoric thing which got me in a pot of fairly hot water, as sophomoric didoes often do.  I wrote and published a small satiric newspaper called The Village Vomit.  In this little paper I lampooned a number of teachers at Lisbon (Maine) High School, where I was under instruction.  These were not very gentle lampoons; they ranged from the scatological to the downright cruel

Eventually, a copy of this little newspaper found its way into the hands of a faculty member, and since I had been unwise enough to put my name on it (a fault, some critics argue, of which I have still not been entirely cured), I was brought into the office. The sophisticated satirist had by that time reverted to what he really was: a fourteen-year-old kid who was shaking in his boots and wondering if he was going to get a suspension … what we called “a three-day vacation” in those dim days of 1964.

I wasn’t suspended. I was forced to make a number of apologies - they were warranted, but they still tasted like dog-dirt in my mouth - and spent a week in detention hall. And the guidance counselor arranged what he no doubt thought of as a more constructive channel for my talents. This was a job - contingent upon the editor’s approval - writing sports for the Lisbon Enterprise, a twelve-page weekly of the sort with which any small-town resident will be familiar. This editor was the man who taught me everything I know about writing in ten minutes. His name was John Gould - not the famed New England humorist or the novelist who wrote The Greenleaf Fires, but a relative of both, I believe.

He told me he needed a sports writer and we could “try each other out” if I wanted.

I told him I knew more about advanced algebra than I did sports.

Gould nodded and said, “You’ll learn.”

I said I would at least try to learn. Gould gave me a huge roll of yellow paper and promised me a wage of 1/2¢ per word. The first two pieces I wrote had to do with a high school basketball game in which a member of my school team broke the Lisbon High scoring record. One of these pieces was straight reportage. The second was a feature article.

I brought them to Gould the day after the game, so he’d have them for the paper, which came out Fridays. He read the straight piece, made two minor corrections, and spiked it. Then he started in on the feature piece with a large black pen and taught me all I ever needed to know about my craft. I wish I still had the piece - it deserves to be framed, editorial corrections and all - but I can remember pretty well how it looked when he had finished with it. Here’s an example:

(note: this is before the edit marks indicated on King’s original copy)

Last night, in the well-loved gymnasium of Lisbon High School, partisans and Jay Hills fans alike were stunned by an athletic performance unequaled in school history: Bob Ransom, known as “Bullet” Bob for both his size and accuracy, scored thirty-seven points. He did it with grace and speed … and he did it with an odd courtesy as well, committing only two personal fouls in his knight-like quest for a record which has eluded Lisbon thinclads since 1953….

(after edit marks)

Last night, in the Lisbon High School gymnasium, partisans and Jay Hills fans alike were stunned by an athletic performance unequaled in school history: Bob Ransom scored thirty-seven points. He did it with grace and speed … and he did it with an odd courtesy as well, committing only two personal fouls in his quest for a record which has eluded Lisbon’s basketball team since 1953….

When Gould finished marking up my copy in the manner I have indicated above, he looked up and must have seen something on my face. I think he must have thought it was horror, but it was not: it was revelation.

“I only took out the bad parts, you know,” he said. “Most of it’s pretty good.”

“I know,” I said, meaning both things: yes, most of it was good, and yes, he had only taken out the bad parts. “I won’t do it again.”

“If that’s true,” he said, “you’ll never have to work again. You can do this for a living.” Then he threw back his head and laughed.

And he was right; I am doing this for a living, and as long as I can keep on, I don’t expect ever to have to work again.



III. The Second Introduction

All of what follows has been said before. If you are interested enough in writing to be a purchaser of this magazine, you will have either heard or read all (or almost all) of it before. Thousands of writing courses are taught across the United States each year; seminars are convened; guest lecturers talk, then answer questions, then drink as many gin and tonics as their expense-fees will allow, and it all boils down to what follows.

I am going to tell you these things again because often people will only listen - really listen - to someone who makes a lot of money doing the thing he’s talking about. This is sad but true. And I told you the story above not to make myself sound like a character out of a Horatio Alger novel but to make a point: I saw, I listened, and I learned. Until that day in John Gould’s little office, I had been writing first drafts of stories which might run 2,500 words. The second drafts were apt to run 3,300 words. Following that day, my 2,500-word first drafts became 2,200-word second drafts. And two years after that, I sold the first one.

So here it is, with all the bark stripped off. It’ll take ten minutes to read, and you can apply it right away…if you listen.



IV. Everything You Need to Know About Writing Successfully

1.  BE TALENTED
This, of course, is the killer.  What is talent?  I can hear someone shouting, and here we are, ready to get into a discussion right up there with “what is the meaning of life?” for weighty pronouncements and total uselessness.  For the purposes of the beginning writer, talent may as well be defined as eventual success - publication and money.  If you wrote something for which someone sent you a check, if you cashed the check and it didn’t bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.

Now some of you are really hollering.  Some of you are calling me one crass money-fixated creep.  And some of you are calling me bad names.  Are you calling Harold Robbins talented?  someone in one of the Great English Departments of America is screeching.  V.C. Andrews?  Theodore Dreiser?  Or what about you, you dyslexic moron?

Nonsense.  Worse than nonsense, off the subject.  We’re not talking about good or bad here.  I’m interested in telling you how to get your stuff published, not in critical judgments of who’s good or bad.  As a rule the critical judgments come after the check’s been spent, anyway.  I have my own opinions, but most times I keep them to myself.  People who are published steadily and are paid for what they are writing may be either saints or trollops, but they are clearly reaching a great many someones who want what they have.  Ergo, they are communicating.  Ergo, they are talented.  The biggest part of writing successfully is being talented, and in the context of marketing, the only bad writer is one who doesn’t get paid.  If you’re not talented, you won’t succeed.  And if you’re not succeeding, you should know when to quit.

When is that?  I don’t know.  It’s different for each writer.  Not after six rejection slips, certainly, nor after sixty.  But after six hundred?  Maybe.  After six thousand?  My friend, after six thousand pinks, it’s time you tried painting or computer programming.

Further, almost every aspiring writer knows when he is getting warmer - you start getting little jotted notes on your rejection slips, or personal letters…maybe a commiserating phone call.  It’s lonely out there in the cold, but there are encouraging voices…unless there is nothing in your words which warrants encouragement.  I think you owe it to yourself to skip as much of the self-illusion as possible.  If your eyes are open, you’ll know which way to go…or when to turn back.

2.  BE NEAT
Type.  Double-space.  Use a nice heavy white paper, never that erasable onion-skin stuff.  If you’ve marked up your manuscript a lot, do another draft.

3.  BE SELF-CRITICAL
If you haven’t marked up your manuscript a lot, you did a lazy job.  Only God gets things right the first time.  Don’t be a slob.

4.  REMOVE EVERY EXTRANEOUS WORD
You want to get up on a soapbox and preach?  Fine.  Get one and try your local park.  You want to write for money?  Get to the point.  And if you remove all the excess garbage and discover you can’t find the point, tear up what you wrote and start all over again…or try something new.

5.  NEVER LOOK AT A REFERENCE BOOK WHILE DOING A FIRST DRAFT You want to write a story?  Fine.  Put away your dictionary, your encyclopedias, your World Almanac, and your thesaurus.  Better yet, throw your thesaurus into the wastebasket.  The only things creepier than a thesaurus are those little paperbacks college students too lazy to read the assigned novels buy around exam time.  Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word.  There are no exceptions to this rule.  You think you might have misspelled a word?  O.K., so here is your choice: either look it up in the dictionary, thereby making sure you have it right - and breaking your train of thought and the writer’s trance in the bargain - or just spell it phonetically and correct it later.  Why not?  Did you think it was going to go somewhere?  And if you need to know the largest city in Brazil and you find you don’t have it in your head, why not write in Miami, or Cleveland?  You can check it…but laterWhen you sit down to write, write.  Don’t do anything else except go to the bathroom, and only do that if it absolutely cannot be put off.

6.  KNOW THE MARKETS
Only a dimwit would send a story about giant vampire bats surrounding a high school to McCall’s.  Only a dimwit would send a tender story about a mother and daughter making up their differences on Christmas Eve to Playboy…but people do it all the time.  I’m not exaggerating; I have seen such stories in the slush piles of the actual magazines.  If you write a good story, why send it out in an ignorant fashion?  Would you send your kid out in a snowstorm dressed in Bermuda shorts and a tank top?  If you like science fiction, read the magazines.  If you want to write confession stories, read the magazines.  And so on.  It isn’t just a matter of knowing what’s right for the present story; you can begin to catch on, after awhile, to overall rhythms, editorial likes and dislikes, a magazine’s entire slant.  Sometimes your reading can influence the next story, and create a sale.

7.  WRITE TO ENTERTAIN
Does this mean you can’t write “serious fiction”?  It does not.  Somewhere along the line pernicious critics have invested the American reading and writing public with the idea that entertaining fiction and serious ideas do not overlap.  This would have surprised Charles Dickens, not to mention Jane Austen, John Steinbeck, William Faulkner, Bernard Malamud, and hundreds of others.  But your serious ideas must always serve your story, not the other way around.  I repeat: if you want to preach, get a soapbox.

8.  ASK YOURSELF FREQUENTLY, AM I HAVING FUN?”
The answer needn’t always be yes.  But if it’s always no, it’s time for a new project or a new career.

9.  HOW TO EVALUATE CRITICISM
Show your piece to a number of people - ten, let us say.  Listen carefully to what they tell you.  Smile and nod a lot.  Then review what was said very carefully.  If your critics are all telling you the same thing about some facet of your story - a plot twist that doesn’t work, a character who rings false, stilted narrative, or half a dozen other possibles - change that facet.  It doesn’t matter if you really liked that twist of that character; if a lot of people are telling you something is wrong with you piece, it is.  If seven or eight of them are hitting on that same thing, I’d still suggest changing it.  But if everyone - or even most everyone - is criticizing something different, you can safely disregard what all of them say.

10.  OBSERVE ALL RULES FOR PROPER SUBMISSION
Return postage, self-addressed envelope, all of that.

11.  AN AGENT?  FORGET IT.  FOR NOW
Agents get 10% of monies earned by their clients.  10% of nothing is nothing.  Agents also have to pay the rent.  Beginning writers do not contribute to that or any other necessity of life.  Flog your stories around yourself.  If you’ve done a novel, send around query letters to publishers, one by one, and follow up with sample chapters and/or the manuscript complete.  And remember Stephen King’s First Rule of Writers and Agents, learned by bitter personal experience: You don’t need one until you’re making enough for someone to steal…and if you’re making that much, you’ll be able to take your pick of good agents.

12.  IF IT’S BAD, KILL IT
When it comes to people, mercy killing is against the law.  When it comes to fiction, it is the law.



That’s everything you need to know.  And if you listened, you can write everything and anything you want.  Now I believe I will wish you a pleasant day and sign off.

My ten minutes are up.

8

I am critical of myself like everyone else. You go to a movie theater and you are forty feet high. I had bad skin as a teenager and I am a shy person, but I think I am in the perfect business to fight my insecurities. You have to learn to love yourself and say ‘I am pretty cool’ instead of being so critical. You can easily fall into the trap of doing that.

Happy 37th Birthday, Christopher Whitelaw Pine! [August 26, 1980]

waking up the wolf inside

[here’s the full story, thanks for reading!]

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Derek Hale is two hours late. At each passing minute, Stiles feels angrier and the only reason he hasn’t left is because Derek needs to come home at some point and when he does, Stiles is going to yell at him so hard he’s going to give him this interview just to send Stiles away.

Stiles can be pretty annoying when he wants to, that’s how he gets most of his job done.

Derek Hale though, he’s been fucking infuriating. For starters he lives in the middle of nowhere, Stiles got lost twice before he found someone who actually knew where Derek’s freaking cabin is. And there’s also the fact that he’s a nobody - Stiles’ only picture of him is from his High School graduation, like, fifteen years ago.

And that’s the most fascinating thing – not many people know about him but the ones who do can’t stop praising his work. The guy is an angel, but instead of protecting people he protects wolves. According to Scott’s boss – who’s like, the one person who has seen Derek in person and can attest he’s real – Derek has a vet degree, doesn’t like people and built his own cabin in the woods. To live amongst the wolves.

Stiles needs to interview this guy. At first because he got curious about a thirty-one year old guy living alone and now it’s about pride. He doesn’t just spend two hours outside someone’s house, especially when it’s snowing.

“Come on.” He groans. It’s freaking Alaska. Angel or not – Derek Hale is also a huge dick.

Stiles is beginning to think about breaking into the guy’s house (he can’t feel his toes) when he hears a car and a minute later a battered truck is parking next to Stiles’ rental car.

The man who steps out looks nothing like the High School picture Stiles found. For starters he look like a mountain man with a beard that does nothing but make him look hotter, the jeans doesn’t leave much to imagination either when it comes to his ass and the huge winter coat only accentuates his broad shoulders.

Stiles swallows. “Hey!” He yells, watching as Derek opens the back door. “Derek Hale?” He can’t hide his groan when Derek barely spares him a glance. “Hey, it’s freaking freezing here, you know?”

Derek lets out a groan of his own as he lifts something in his arms and steps away from the car. “I know.” He walks towards the house and as he gets closer, Stiles notices Derek is carrying a wolf. “Now, help me out here, yeah?”

Stiles doesn’t even think twice before dropping his bag and stepping closer. “What can I do?”

“Grab the key,” Derek instructs, “it’s in my back pocket.”

Later, Stiles will want to hide his face in embarrassment but now he can only think about the poor wolf whining in Derek’s arms as he touches Derek’s ass to find the key to open Derek’s house.

Once inside, Derek deposits the wolf on the floor, wrapping him further with blankets and asks Stiles to light up the fire as he goes around the house collecting things. “Is he going to be okay?” Stiles asks as Derek kneels in front of the wolf and runs a soothing hand over his head.

“Hopefully.” Derek answers. “And it’s a girl.” He tells Stiles. “She’s in labor.”

What.” Stiles squeaks. “Really? But –”

“In the kitchen,” Derek interrupts him, “get some hot water, and close the fucking door.”

Stiles blinks, watches as Derek tells her everything is going to be okay. She’s obviously uncomfortable, but stops squirming when Derek smiles and runs his hands over her belly.

Water.” Derek growls.

“Right.” Stiles gets on his feet. He so didn’t sign up for this.


“So,” he collapses on the floor, “does this happen a lot?”

Derek collapses next to him, eyes on the mother wolf and her six pups. “Is this part of your interview?”

Stiles snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, this is just me trying not to freak out.” He turns to look at Derek – his eyes are green, he realizes, and beautiful, he adds mentally.

“No, this doesn’t happen often.” Derek answers, finally. “Thankfully.”

Stiles nods and smiles when Derek turn to him. “You’re amazing.” He blurts out and Derek blinks, surprised. “Anyway,” Stiles shakes his head, tries to pretend the butterflies in his stomach are just from the adrenaline rush, “we’ll have to postpone the interview, but I think that’s justifiable.” He gets up, looks at his hands and realizes they are covered in blood. Ew. “Uh, can I use your bathroom before I go?”

“Go?” Derek asks, standing up too.

“I’m gonna get a hotel in town.” The nearest town is two hours away, but what can you do? He glances at the sleeping wolves. It’s not like this was Derek’s fault. “I think.”

“Don’t be stupid.” Derek says, bluntly. Stiles snorts – yeah, Derek really doesn’t have a way with people. “I have a spare bedroom.”

Stiles smiles. “Thank you.” He says. “I don’t really like driving in the snow.”

“Who does.” Derek says, asks maybe. Stiles still doesn’t know him, but as he follows Derek up the stairs, he realizes he really wants to.

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Playing a system made by our DM. Relevent characters are a female theif street urchin and a nieve knight nobleman. Setting is a bustling festival.

Theif (ooc): I want to steal the knight’s wallet.
DM: ok roll.
*rolls 5 on a d20*
DM: That was pretty bad. You steal his wallet but he sees you do it.
Theif: Um, sir, I think you dropped this.
Dm: (knight) roll for intelligence.
*rolls 1 on d20*
Knight: Oh. Thank you young man. Say, would you show me around this fantastic festivity? I am not at all familiar with this glorious city.
Theif (ooc): Oh. my. god. I am so taking advantage of you.

Lets talk Dany’s sexual encounters.

Khal Drogo. The discomfort Dany felt. She had to get assistance from her lady-friend just to ease into comfort. I have no idea why this was a “dream” couple for some people when he was into so much sadistic behavior. He raped her twice. I mean, the seducing sex scene screams “I have to fuck my husband so that he doesn’t defile me like he’s done twice.”


Daario. My God, the cringe.



She had no urgency to take off her own clothes based off what they showed us on-screen? They fucked but it wasn’t a “I’m stripping off your clothes because I want to fuck you so bad” type of thing. Dany sits there and drinks wine while a guy she’s supposedly supposed to be “interested” in is naked for her. And even when his clothes are removed, she seems disinterested. Almost as if she’s fucking him out of boredom. Look!


“Eh. I guess i’ll get some dick since it’s here.”


The guy even asks her to marry him while they’re having sex and she says no! If the sex was out of this world, it should’ve made you consider it in the act at least. He couldn’t even use his dick to persuade her. I’m crying.


And then there’s Jon.


Jon has pretty much swept her off of her feet since the day he told her that he shall do as he pleases. A guy who she does not have any control over. (It was the same with Drogo, which is one of the factors that made me think drew Dany closer to him.) I mean look at this look she gives him when he says, “I don’t need your permission. I am a king.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀ Admiration.

Jon leaves her speechless the second he knocks on her door.

The first time she didn’t have sex out of force.


Or out of boredom.


Or because she felt as if she owed it to a man who cut two heads off for her.


The first time she’s has sex where she didn’t talk. Daario was fucking her and she talked about war during the entire encounter. For Drogo, she had to tell him that she wanted to see his eyes in order for the sex to not be rough.


But with Jon…

Sometimes, silence speaks volumes.

BTS Reaction to not being able to communicate with their foreigner crush-

(for anon)


Jin-

Originally posted by vainjunhui

Jin saw you and was instantly interested. He could see the confusion in your face when he tried to communicate how attractive you were. He thought as hard as he could on how to say it properly in English. “Where’s namjoon when you need him?”


Suga-

Originally posted by sugasuite

Yoongi couldn’t believe how adorable you were when you looked shy and confused. After trying to ask your name in his language, your cheeks turned red after asking “i’m sorry, what?” several times. “Waaaaay too cute to handle.”


J-Hope-

Originally posted by hohbi

After Hoseok attempted (and failed) to try to speak to you, he whined and pouted back to the boys. “I just wish I could say something to her, you know?” 


Rap Mon-

Originally posted by kthspjm

Once Namjoon realized that you couldn’t speak any of the languages he could, he became just alittle bit more shy and slightly frustrated. “Ahh, how am I supposed to tell her how cute she is?”


Jimin-

Originally posted by sonyeondan

After a failed attempt at the communication, Jimin could only blush and blow a small kiss to you. Hoping you’d realize that he is in fact interested. “What do you speak? I’ll learn it for you.”


V-

Originally posted by sekaiz

When Taehyung watched you walk by, he knew he needed to know you. After he realized that you both didn’t speak the same languages, he only smiled wider at you and tried to think of other ways he could talk to you. “Maybe google translate?”


Jungkook-

Originally posted by vhope

When Jungkook saw you and pretty much fell in love, his heart practically broke when he realized you could not communicate properly. “How am I supposed to tell her that i’m her future husband then?”

The Upside of Falling Down

Originally posted by captain-pizzamaster

Warnings: Language

Pairing: University!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: Hey guys!!! I’m so excited to finally be able to post my next series!!! Skyline received so much positive response and I really really hope you guys like this next story as much. It’s going to be pretty different, but I hope you enjoy it.  Also, while I have you, let’s just cover some housekeeping stuff: I do not have a tags list, so please please please stop spamming me with requests to tag!!! I appreciate how much you like my writing, but I have it in my bio and put it on almost every update.  I try my best to respond to every message I get, and sorting through all those messages just makes it harder!! Secondly, I don’t think I am going to be opening up requests.  I’m going back to school in a week, and I have eight classes as well as three jobs.  I’m going to do my best to update once a week, but I really just want to focus on the longer stories that I love, so I can give you guys the quality you deserve.  I’ll make a longer post about this all later.  Let me know what you think about this story!!! I would love to hear some feedback.

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You never expected university to be easy.

When you walked up the steps of Columbia University for the first time freshman year, you had known that the path ahead of you would be hard.  Extremely difficult, even.  But nothing had prepared you for the hurricane that would be your life for the next ten months.  Between the all night cram sessions, endless term papers, lab studies, and regular class hours, you were emotionally, mentally, and even physically drained by the time you finished your final exams.  As you packed up your freshman dorm, you remembered how excited you had been while decorating it for the first time, and shook your head at how naïve you had been.  Freshman year left you beaten, bruised, and with permanent bags under your eyes, but at least it was done.

Now, walking into your sophomore year, you knew what to expect.  You knew what had to be done to manage your time and your life.  You knew what study methods worked for you, and what didn’t.  You knew when it was wise to go to a party and when to stay in to finish your English literature essay.  You knew which friends to avoid during exam week so they wouldn’t whisk you off to a frat kegger, and which friends would hold up flashcards to help you study. You knew what profs gave retests, where the best snack places were on campus, the best study corrals in the library. You knew the name of the librarian that would spend his time helping you find all the resources you needed for your chemistry write up, and the emails of every TA for every one of your classes. Unlike last year, you were prepared. You were ready.

But you weren’t ready, however, for the biology fieldtrip to Thatcher State Park, the fall you were about to have, and the unexpected consequences that would follow. There was no way to study up on how to keep a secret.  There were no flashcards on what to do if one of your classmates entrusts you with their life.  There was no way to prepare for Peter Parker.

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anonymous asked:

Hey scotch, could a 20 year old who have shaky hands and isn't that great of a drawer still have a chance to be a great of an artist like you? or is it too late for lil old me?

i myself am a 20 yr old who have shaky hands and isnt that great of a drawer, so u definitely stand a pretty good chance

Reaction to you flinching & covering your face during an argument

Request: BTS reactions to you flinching & covering your face in protection during a heated argument

❌ This reaction involves domestic violence/abusive relationships so if this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read it. ❌


Seokjin:
At this point you couldn’t even remember why you two were fighting, all you knew was there were hurtful words being said, but nothing either of you actually meant.
“Jin I can’t believe you right now, you’re such an asshole!”
“Fuck you y/n. I give up, I don’t know what you want me to do.” He said while throwing his hands in the air. You knew he would never hit you, but his sudden action caused you to flinch and cover your face in defence.
“No no no.. y/n I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to scare you, you know I’d never hurt you right? I love you, I’m sorry.”

Namjoon:
You guys were arguing because he hasn’t been home very often due to working on their comeback. You knew it wasn’t his fault, but you still wanted time with him to yourself.
“Y/n I’m sorry but I have things to do! You’re not the only important thing in my life you know!” He said while raising hands to run them through his hair in frustration. As he raised his hands, you automatically assumed he was going to hurt you, so you covered your face to defend yourself. When he saw you do this, his frustrated expression quickly turned into a soft, sad one.
“Y/n, baby. I.. I would never hurt you. I’m sorry, I know things are hard with this comeback but I promise I’ll spend more time with you, okay? I love you.”

Yoongi:
He was always blowing you off, but would never tell you why. Today was the day you found the courage to ask him why. Your mind was running wild, thinking of this possibility that he could be cheating on you broke your heart, but you needed to know.
“Yoongi, you’ve been really distant the past few weeks. Are you.. cheating on me?” You asked in almost a whisper, afraid of his reaction.
He just stared at you, both emotionless but shocked.
“What the actual fuck, y/n? You think I’d cheat on you?!” He yelled, pinning you to the wall.
He raised his hand which caused you to flinch. When he saw the scared expression on your face, he realized what he was doing and let go of you and lowered his hand. With tears in his eyes, he said;
“Y/n.. I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what got in to me. I would never hit you, I hope you know that. I am so so sorry.. I love you..”

Hoseok:
You and Hobi have been fighting about pretty much everything lately, and he was sick of it.
“All we do it fight y/n! I don’t wanna do this anymore!”
“Do what? Be with me? Fine! I’ll leave then.” You said while walking towards the door.
He grabbed your wrist and roughly pulled you towards him which made you flinch. By now you both had tears in your eyes.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough, I do want to be with you. I just don’t wanna fight, okay?”

Jimin:
Jimin has been spending a lot of time with his new friend. You didn’t want to assume that he had feelings for her just because she’s a girl; you knew that a boy and girl could be just friends, but whenever he texts her, he blocks his phone so you can’t see. When she calls him, he won’t answer unless you’re not there. Any logical person would think he’s cheating, so why shouldn’t you think that? And to make matters worse, it was the day before your birthday, and he was with her instead of you. He had finally come home around 2 in the morning, and that’s when you’d had enough.
“Jimin what the fuck?! You’ve been out with that girl more than we have the whole time we’ve been together!”
“So? That’s none of your business!”
“Wow, Jimin. It IS my business. You know why? Because my boyfriend who I thought I could trust is now cheating on me! Why are you even here? Why don’t you go spend time with her?”
“Jesus, y/n. I don’t need your damn permission to go out with friends! And for your information, I’ve been with her planning a surprise party for YOU. Happy fucking birthday.” He said as he threw the glass that was on the table beside him.
He turned away after that, so he didn’t realize that the glass was thrown right beside you, making you flinch and cover your face so you wouldn’t get hurt. It wasn’t until he heard your quiet cries that put his angry emotions aside and turned around to face you.
“Y/n.. jagiya, I… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to throw it at you, it was a mistake I swear. Are you okay? Baby I’m so sorry…”

Taehyung:
It was a pointless argument. Taehyung was going on and on about how you shouldn’t be wearing such a short skirt on your date, but you saw it as your body, your choice, and Taehyung telling you what you could and couldn’t wear was crossing the line. You were leaning with your back against the wall with your arms crossed.
“I can wear whatever I want Tae, you’re not the boss of me.” You said while rolling your eyes.
That, unfortunately was a mistake. You rolling your eyes, disrespecting him was enough to set him off. He had his hands balled into fists and he snapped. The next thing you knew, his fists had created two holes in the wall, both right beside your head. This, of course caused you to flinch. His face was centimetres from yours, both of you in shock. A single tear fell from your eye and that was what made Taehyung realize how violent he was being.
“I.. jagiya.. I’m sorry. I didn’t hurt you did I? You know I would never do that to you.. I don’t know what happened. I’m so sorry, I love you..”

Jungkook:
Possessiveness. Greed. Jealousy.
Not very good words, yet they describe your long time boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook. This “International Playboy” could flirt with whoever he wanted, but when you do as much as even look at another guy, all hell breaks loose when you two are alone.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK Y/N?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, FLIRTING WITH HIM RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.”
He was furious. You’d never actually been scared of Jungkook, but this time was different. You may have been scared of his reaction, but you weren’t go to be treated like this nonetheless.
“I WASN’T FUCKING FLIRTING JUNGKOOK. YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT FLIRTING IS?!”
“Please, enlighten me.”
“Flirting is talking with every fucking girl you see when you’re on tour. Yeah, I know about that. I’m fucking done, jungkook. Done with your shit, done with us.”
And with that, you turned to leave your shared apartment. You had your hand on the doorknob as you felt a strong force turn you around and push you to the side. Jungkook never meant to actually push you, only to move you out of the way so you wouldn’t leave. So when he saw the shocked, scared look on your face, he immediately wanted to help in any way he could. He knelt down to help you up, but when he reached his hand out to you, you flinched and covered your face in fear he’d hurt you. This completely and utterly broke Jungkook’s heart. He loved you more than anything and you were afraid of him. This caused him to break down in tears in front of you. The rest of the night would be extremely quiet aside from him apologizing the entire night.
“I’m so sorry, y/n. I mean it. I would never purposely hurt you, I hope you know that. I’m sorry for everything.. but I do love you.”

I got way too carried away with these oops

Cordially, Jimin

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: R (mentions of sex)

Word Count: 6,121

Summary: When you start work in your new office, the last thing you expect is a distraction. Especially not one as cute, witty and impossible to handle as Park Jimin. A story told through correspondence.  (fluff + humor)

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

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anonymous asked:

what if neil had some sort of identity crisis? i mean he's cycled through so many personalities and looks so what if something happened that triggered him into wondering if 'neil josten' really was his true self? how do you think andrew and the foxes would react?

Oh, Neil would totally have a bunch of little identity crises that he tries to just shrug off two minutes later and it would eventually add up to a full blown one.

  • I feel like Neil’s pretty cemented in wanting to be Neil Josten and belonging with the Foxes
  • So, I’m seeing it more as a ‘Who the fuck am I? Oh, fuck, I’m still not the Neil they all think I am’ kind of thing
  • Like Neil has a bunch of memorized answers to things to try to not arouse people’s suspicions
  • But he doesn’t know the real answers to these questions?
  • Like sure, he can spout off a rehearsed answer to simple questions
  • But he doesn’t want to lie to the Foxes anymore and they’ve made Neil a real person, but he still doesn’t know who Neil is
  • And he’s starting to suspect that they all know Neil better than he knows Neil
  • And there’s this fear that he’s not really the Neil they see and know and that he’s still just chameleoning to blend in with whichever of them he’s with
  • It’s the little things that plant the seeds of doubt
  • Fucking tiny little questions that trip him the fuck up
  • What is his favourite movie?
  • Most people can at least come up with one movie that they like, even if they’re not sure it’s their favourite
  • Neil can’t come up with one movie that he even remembers having watched?
  • He just sits there on the sidelines for any movie discussions

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What the Spanish police is doing today is reason enough for anyone in Catalonia to never ever want to be part of Spain again. And i initially didn’t think it would be a wise idea for them to separate. But Franco’s ghost still lives in Spain and the brutality of suppressing democratic rights is at work right now as i am writing this. And the reactions from outside Spain are pretty unanimous. They’re not just alienating themselves from the Catalan people but also from the rest of Europe. When you start firing at people who are trying to vote, you ended any pretense at democracy. 

BTS React to you (an idol) sitting in their lap during show

@kissesfrombangtanatnight :  Hi! I’m back! I know you possibly have plenty more requests before me, so of course I’ll be patient. I was wondering if you could do a BTS reaction to you being in a popular girl group and you’re at an award show and during your solo in the love song, you sit on his lap and sing to him because you’ve always had a crush on him, but no one knew. :)

I AM SO SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG TO POST. MY LIFE HAS BEEN CRAZY LATELY AND WORK HAS BEEN LITERALLY SUCKING MY SOUL OUT OF MY BODY LITTLE BY LITTLE. 

Thank you for being patient, again I’m sorry it’s so late. T_T


Jungkook:

“Woah, what in the world?” “Oh my god what is going on right now?”

He would be so shocked/shy/embarrassed (he’s feeling all of the emotions tbh). He’s not used to someone coming on so strong, and isn’t sure how to react. 

He would be in a daze the rest of the show, constantly asking his hyungs “Did that just happen?”

“She really did that? During her love song?”

“…… hyung, what do you think it means?”

Originally posted by sugutie

Namjoon:

He would find it really attractive. You taking charge and being so ‘in your face’ about it would make a strong impression on him. Even if he hadn’t noticed you before that moment, he definitely notices you now. 

It would make him so giddy and happy. The rest of the show he wouldn’t be able to stop grinning like a fool. 

He would constantly bug the other members about it. 

“She’s pretty. How is she so pretty?”

“Maybe I should make a move? She’s clearly interested.”

“Yah, what company is she from? Are they allowed to date?”

Originally posted by joonjuly

J Hope:

He would be so shook, he would think someone was playing a joke on him. Why else would such a popular girl idol just come up and lay all over his lap? 

“Am I being pranked right now? Is this for real?”

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Taehyung:

When you plop down in his lap he would not have a clue what to do. He would just give you those pretty brown puppy eyes and look at you in nervous awe. 

Tae is usually all for music show hi jinks, and likes anything that shakes up the status quo a little bit. He would play along, but underneath it would get to him., you would make his heart flutter. 

He would ask around about you, and the stunt you pulled after the show. 

“Is that part of the routine? Does she do that every performance?”

“No? Then why would she do it to me?”

He would have such crush on you afterward. 

Originally posted by cmtae

Jimin:

This boy would love it so much, honest to god. 

Imagine this: Jiminie’s had a little too much to drink while watching the sets, and he’s flushed and happy, and a little bit horny. 

He would play it up and give you his best sexy smirk, before leaning in and beginning to ask “Is my lap comfortable? You know what else is just as comfortable? My face.”

Originally posted by amsimaria

Jin:

You expect him to exaggerate and do something funny in return, because Jin is the KING of drama and comedy. 

He doesn’t react how you think though. He becomes shy and politely just sits there, face blushing bright red. 

“Can you believe she did that? My face was so hot I thought it was going to melt off.”

He wouldn’t be able to stop blushing, and would just be speechless the rest of the night. 

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Yoongi: 

You would think he would be put off or irritated, because Yoongi has self proclaimed that he doesn’t need a girlfriend/ doesn’t have time for that stuff. 

However he would be such a fluff-ball about it. Yoongi is a simple man, and like all simple men he likes a pretty girl. 

So you sitting in his lap would not be a hindrance. 

“This awards show has been amazing.”

“I hope she’s at the next one, might actually make it worth going to.” 

Originally posted by sugagifs