everything comes out wrong


Kiki’s Delivery Service is one of those movies that I feel any aspiring artist should see. The struggle of Kiki in this movie is one that ANYONE who wants to further themselves goes through, that transition from taking what you love to do to something that you make a living off of.

As artists we have all been in the place where Kiki is. That place where we can’t draw anything right, can’t paint anything right, can’t sculpt anything right, that place where everything comes out wrong over and over and we begin to question if we’re actually good enough for the talents and skills that used to come to us like second nature when we were just using them for fun. That place where we want to give up because we suddenly can’t ‘fly’ like we want to, because everything seems too difficult to do that. 

But that doesn’t mean it isn’t there, just because it isn’t working right then and there when you want it to be. If you can always fly, then it wouldn’t make those times when you did as special. It isn’t necessarily easy to grow up, nor is it necessarily easy to live with the artistic struggle of losing inspiration. But you can’t just throw up your hands and say ‘No, I can’t do it anymore’ because you’ll NEVER fly if you do that. 

You gotta wobble before you stand. 

The Worst Nightmare of Each Type

INFJ - Realizing that the cause they have been supporting is run by treacherous and immoral people. Any good they’ve ever done in the world is instantly erased and turned into something harmful. Everyone they care for believes they are cruel and heartless.

ENFJ - Everything they do continuously comes out wrong, and the more they try to fix it the worse it becomes. Every person they try to help somehow ends up worse off than before, and they are seen as the reason why everything is going wrong.

INFP - Being trapped in a crowded room with morally bankrupt people, and having to coexist with them. Not being allowed to express their emotions, or process anything alone. Being forced to watch injustices and not being able to stop them or express how wrong they are.

ENFP - They no longer can speak to other people, and are forced to be silent at all times. Their ability to express themselves and be creative has been taken from them. Because of this the world sees them are uncaring and unfriendly. They aren’t allowed to explore new possibilities and must maintain a strict schedule.

INTJ - Being forced to listen to people spread incorrect information, and those people are revered as geniuses. They are unable to speak out against anyone who is wrong, and are actually made to agree with them. Every emotion they have ever felt is transmitted in public and everyone sees them as emotional and incapable of intelligent thought.

ENTJ - Being forced to comply with someone else’s poorly developed plan. They have no ability to stand out or add insight to the plan, and when all is said and done everyone believes they are the reason things are going wrong. They constantly have to listen to others emotional problems, and have to sympathize with them.

INTP - They are forced to follow the lead of an ignoramus, whose only goal is to feed lies to the masses. They aren’t allowed to explore new possibilities, and everyone around them is incapable of accuracy. Because of this, they have to watch the people they care about fall victim to these falsities. They are mocked for their thoughts and emotions.

ENTP - Is forced into solitary confinement, where they are never allowed to debate anything ever again. They have to constantly listen to people discussing vapid topics with no intelligent discussion involved. Creative thought is banned.

ISTJ - They have to wake up each morning not knowing what will happen that day. They aren’t allowed to plan and have to live in a constantly messy and cluttered environment. Each day is filled with unknowns, and they aren’t given instructions until moments before they have to do something.

ESTJ - They are forced to follow the orders of a messy and unorganized fool. No one around them is allowed to listen to their commands, and they are forced to keep them to themselves. They are seen by everyone as incapable and weak.

ISFJ - Everywhere they go it seems like everyone is unhappy and fighting. Every time they try to stop the arguing, they are verbally attacked and everything wrong they have ever done is brought to light. Everything around them is a mess and every-time they try to organize they are yelled at and forced to stop.

ESFJ - They aren’t allowed to express caring towards others, and are seen as cold and inconsiderate. They know that their loved ones are in danger, but they are completely powerless to stop it. Every-time they do try to fix the problem or make things better, it just keeps getting worse. Because of this they are left forever alone and are abandoned by their loved ones.

ISTP - They are forced to sit in a room and listen to intellectually moribund people try to solve a problem. As they watch these people attempt to put something together, they are unable to help or say a word.

ESTP - They are incapable of feeling excitement, and must sit alone in a room all day long. There are no reading materials or things to keep them busy, just their own thoughts.

ISFP - They are forced to live with people who are rude, and make them live each day based on a strict schedule. They are constantly criticized and there is no one around that cares enough to step in and stop it.

ESFP - The world breaks out with a terrible sickness, and the only way to survive is by staying inside and avoid all social engagements until the end of time.

What It Feels Like

Summary:  Reader hasn’t been kissed in awhile.  Dean reminds her what it feels like.

Characters:  Dean x Reader

Word Count: 845

Warnings: smut, fluff, smuffy, smuffy, smuff

A/N:  I just needed a little quality Dean time.  And this may also be for @charliebradbury1104 who is currently a little mad at me.  Forgive me Liz?

It’s unbeta’d so sorry for any mistakes.  Gif is from Google Search, credit goes to the owner.

Little hairs prick the skin of your fingers as they curl around the back of his neck.  It’s damp with sweat and thicker than you imagined it would be. 

He’s pulling his upper body against your grip, up on his elbows, while his hips meet yours and he rocks into you again.  The pace unbearably slow.

Dark lashes rest on his cheeks and his mouth is making perfect little oh, ah shapes.  When you lift and tilt your hips to match him, his lashes flip up to meet his eyebrows and peridot orbs look down at you with a glint.

“In a rush, sweetheart?” he asks, plunging especially deep this time.

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you bite down to keep from moaning.  He growls, dipping his head and capturing it with his mouth. He sucks your lip in between his teeth, “Don’t tease me with that lip, princess,” he says, teeth still tugging before releasing you and pecking little kisses.  “Now that I’ve got you here I’m gonna take my time,” he smirks.

He rolls his hips and your whole body shudders as you arch into him.  Your mind races as you think about how you got here.

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One thing that I think gets kind of…overlooked, I suppose, is that ultimately, all-inclusive forgiveness is not required for achieving the best ending.

I mean, a lot of us probably do forgive Asriel at the end! I certainly did. But it’s still explicitly a choice, a choice that does not determine whether you get the True Pacifist ending or not, and a choice separate from the “Comfort him” choice (in other words, you can choose to extend compassion to him without necessarily forgiving him).

Like, yes, the game is absolutely about mercy and compassion and forgiveness and understanding and everything else that goes along with that. But I also appreciate this (what I think is) a very important nuance–that when someone hurts you or hurts your loved ones, you are neither required nor expected to forgive them. You are not forced into it. You are not coerced into it (Asriel even lays out everything he did wrong right before the choice comes up). It is your right, and your right alone, to decide whether you want to forgive someone or not.

Episode 99 reaction

Like everyone else, I have lots of feelings.

I will most certainly go in order for this.

First off, Pike is fucking amazing.

Skipping ahead a little, I loved that Tary got full control over the house. It lets him legally decide what to do and it legitimizes his control. Now his father can’t really say no since Tary is the one officially letting his family stay in the house.

Sleepover part 2. Joke all you want about Vax and Keyleth being weird with animal forms, I personally think it’s cute and harmless and they do what they wanna do behind closed doors leave them be. Also Pike got to be apart of the pillow fort this time. I’m going to draw all the things.

The next morning’s conversation. Holy moly I knew that it would be bad, but Matt’s face, that silent rage that grew as Tary talked. That was scary and I’d hate to get on Matt’s bad side that was scary. Tary also coming out with everything he has learned and wanting to right the wrongs his Family did? I…like man I love how much he has developed.
And then going through what everyone has taught him? I can kinda see how Vax can be like a father but Grog kinda stumps me…but everyone else was dead on and then….Percy…like we all knew but to hear him confirm it was…that was excellent.

I was very happy to see Howart finally come around. I’m glad there was a concession on his part. There was nothing he could do and he needed to accept it. The deed was done and he probably got the best he could have given the circumstances.

Moving on, I was really sad to hear Tary say he wanted to stay, but I also perked up at that, because that would either mean another new character from Sam, or it meant…Scanlan.

That whole deception thing threw me through a loop. I thought it was him with an illusion coming down the stairs, but Matt was playing him, so I didn’t suspect…until he finally mentioned the origins of his name. Then I knew.

Man…As soon as Vex knew, he…that little move to Modify her memory? No. You’ve been using that spell on the regular. You’ve been wiping minds and changing people’s thoughts to get what you want and it’s become second nature. And now you use it in the people who trust you the most. Who accepted you despite all your faults. Your family…the girl who looked to you like a father. Glad you didn’t succeed. But the intent was there and Vex was hurt by that. You are in for something when that girl snaps, and trust me, it’s gonna hurt worse than most.

So everyone comes out and there is now a realization from Grog and Pike. And silence. You could feel that energy, it was palpable though the screen. Grog then seeing Lionel with Scanlan? That. Is. Fucking. Terrible. You can argue that Vox Machina replaced Scanlan with Tary, but that is so not true and they’ve made it abundantly clear what Tary is to them and how unlike Scanlan he actually is.

So Grog now feels betrayed. After he stuck up for Scanlan, this is how he is treated? Like he could be replaced with another Barbarian who is also a Bard? Grog helped bring you back, he respected your privacy for a while. He wanted to give you space. But now it looks like you’ve replaced him with a better version

So now we can get into everyone’s reactions. Tary, who is indifferent, focuses more on how accepting Vox Machina are of Lionel than they were of him.

Vax was…well Vax had forgiven Scanlan long ago and was elated. He knew they’d meet again and wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to catch up.

Keyleth recognized the tension and was probably the most outwardly angry, but it was still pretty subdued and she was probably a little bit in shock.

Percy trying desperately to maintain the high ground. Like Grog, and probably the rest of VM, he felt betrayed but was having a hard time trying to figure out why he wasn’t more angry. He was even trying to sort out his thoughts and seek advice from his significant other. The comment about Sybil was amazing and a great gut punch. His gradual coming to terms will probably lead him to forgive a lot sooner but the way he left that tavern speaks volume for how he will treat Scanlan in the future.

Moving on to the silent crowd…Pike and Grog. Scanlan knew that they’d be difficult to crack so he didn’t address them first. He saw their silence and accepted it for a while. But Grog’s seething rage as Lionel sat down to drink with him? That was so palpable, I was leaning closer to the screen the whole time. Then, as soon as that Awkward fight came to a head with some strange moves from Lionel, It shook Grog enough to take him out of his rage and send him away. CAT! C-A-T! That was everything. That broke my heart.

Pike dragged Scanlan. She dragged him so hard and I applaud Ashley, that girl can do no wrong. Scanlan was right about a few things when he left, but Pike deserved none of that. She hadn’t done anything to have Scanlan inflict those hurtful words on her. She called all of his bullshit and took him down. Good on her. Nothing is forgiven, but at least they understand one another and can work from a common ground of understanding.

And lastly…the other amazing Liar in the group. Vex, so clearly acting as if she forgave him, fooling her brother, fooling her significant other…but she is so broken. She has to be. Scanlan insulted her personally. He has been on her mind for so long and as soon as he shows up he wants her to forget? To cover up his ruse? Oh man that was the final nail in the coffin for me. She was acting through the whole ordeal that she was trying to forgive, and it may turn out that she does.
But…I can’t see that happening. He came back and the first thing he does is try to modify her memory. A family member. Someone she thought he trusted. Someone she looked to for advice sometimes. Someone who she loves. He tried to break all of that with a single spell.
I’m…to me that is the worst betrayal. He never apologized for that. He assumed Vex was fine, with her open attitude and jubilant words, welcoming him back. But I see a Vex haunted by that moment, a Vex reliving the words he said when he left. I see a Vex hiding it until something snaps and she goes beserk on him. I don’t see the forgiveness lasting. I see a broken girl desperate to try and hold things together.

Now, as for the rest of the stuff that happened, we now have the beginning of the final arc. With no message from the Raven Queen, Vax has begun to see the fates beginning to align. Scanlan is back and Vecna’s ritual has now been successful in another temple. Who knows what has happened in that two week span.

We also have Vex and Percy with a little secret. Pregnancy? Marriage? I wonder what those two are keeping from everyone else, and why Vex has chosen to keep it from her brother.

Lionel was perfect, I applaud tonight’s guest and found his performance immensely entertaining.

Sam was freaking phenomenal. He hit all the right story points and played all of his cards as best he could. He performed at 110% and evoked so many emotions. Thank you man, and you and Matt are terrible people who toy with our minds.

Ok I’m done.

In some ways, I think she’s been the least mature of the Liars. Maybe because she wasn’t present. She ran away from her problems for a while and now she’s back and she has to face things. I think the pregnancy is a way to bring them together, but I think in a really organic way. A.D. often does things that you think are terrible to the girls, but often it backfires and it brings the girls closer together. So this is a perfect example of one of those horrible A.D. things that ultimately will bring the girls closer instead of dividing them.
—  Marlene King re: Alison [x]
Ivar Headcanons- Ivar in a Relationship

Not to be confused with “Ivar as a lover” (wink wink) which I plan to do eventually.

Ivar does not know how to be in any sort of relationship. He has never assumed he would have the chance. What woman would want to be with a cripple? Who could exist that would take his heart tenderly in her hands and cherish it? He has taken his desire to be loved and pushed it deep, deep down; locked it up and thrown away the key. He has encased his heart in ice, unworthy to be warmed by any flame of passion.

So when he finally meets someone who truly wants to love him, and that he truly wants to love in return, he does not know what to do.

It is difficult, at first. Everything he wants to say to you comes out wrong. He does not want to treat you like he treats the world, with harshness, sarcasm and bitterness. But he cannot change in the blink of an eye. In the fledging stage of your courtship, there are many times where he causes your eyes to fill with tears with his callous words. It makes him hate himself even more then he already does. He curses his lonely childhood, his twisted legs, the gods for giving him false hope. Yet, you still come back to him, as if you can see there is something soft beneath his hard exterior.

Slowly, he begins to learn. He grows more and more comfortable with you, and his edges begin to soften. His words become kinder, his touches become gentler, his heart begins to unthaw. He has always seen it as a weakness, to show emotion. But with you it does not feel like weakness. With you, it feels like strength, and he feels better for it. He finds himself telling you things he would never share with anyone. It is scary and new and somewhat of a relief. Now he does not have to carry so much weight, he does not have to bottle things up so tight.

Despite this, he will never be a man of many words, or of romantic, flowery language. But he can be a man of action. The words “I love you” stick to the roof of his mouth, but he braids your hair for you after you wash it. He sharpens your knife and repairs your armour. He crafts protection runes to keep you safe in battle. He keeps you warm at night and worships your body with his over and over and over again. Even with his insecurities about his abilities to please you, he finds that physical love comes much easier to him. He has always been skilled with his hands and a quick study. With time and careful practice the rest falls into place, and he gives himself to lovemaking with the fervour and passion he gives in battle.

He learns to love and receive love in return. He cherishes you like he would a precious treasure from a successful raid. His icy heart melts and melts against the flame of your love, and he burns with the joy of it.

But regardless of all these changes, he is still Ivar the Boneless. He rages, he hurts, he gets insanely jealous and throws petty fits. Odin help the man that sends you even the slightest flirtatious look. He snarls and spits and screams “Mine!” He sometimes forgets you are a person and not a possession. It leads to many nights full of screaming and hurtful words and objects being thrown. He needs to always be in control, and you struggle with him for balance. He still clings to his old beliefs that he is not deserving of love, that you will leave him when someone better comes along. You can ease that belief, but some scars will never truly fade.

Loving him is not easy like breathing, or fair and sweet like a summer’s day. It is like being caught in the riptide, not knowing whether you will make it to shore or drown in the salty sea. It is beautifully and deadly, like a shining silver swords ready to pierce your very heart. You carry a great weight when you hold his heart in your hands, and he knows you will cry as often as you will smile.

But he is desperately grateful that you try.

Happy Monday, sister wives! ❤️

people freaking out over these out-there theories while sana and yousef are just flirting and a beautiful relationship is blossoming? maybe this season will be like the San Junipero episode of Black Mirror you know, not everything has to end so badly. i say just enjoy the content we are actually getting and worry about drama and when it actually starts happening? and no one understands what all the s3 parallels mean yet so… cause at the moment all i see is a beautiful muslim girl who is the literal sun with a crush on a beautiful muslim boy who encourages her in every way.

Even If... (Justin Foley x reader )

☆Number Request :
#9-“I watched what happened to her, there’s no way I will watch that happening to you too.”
#12-“It doesn’t matter, I will always watch over you.”

•Sumary: You and Justin were distant because of bad rumors about you going around Liberty, and you just can’t stand it, but Justin will always look after you.

•Warnings: Mentions of death, suicidal thoughts, Mentions of suicide (Hannah Baker), bullying, and everyone in Liberty it’s a pain in the ass.

•A/N: So, the requests will going slowly, but they all will be posted by the time, don’t worry. This one, I don’t know how it turned out, but I hopped you liked. And thanks to the 1.000 followers! You’re guys amazing, thank you so much!

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Something was wrong, he knew. Maybe it was the way you gradually drifted away, or the way your answers were always short, or the sad face you made when you met him.

He did not know what was wrong, but maybe he knew why, he just hoped it was not what he thought.

The rumors did not go unnoticed, but Justin knew they were not real, and he was the alibi that made them fake. The rumor was that you had chateado on Justin with Alex Standall, your best friend, when you disappeared after the third period of class. It was a lie, cause Alex was actually covering up your leaving school with Justin, who had missed that day and someone saw Alex coming out with you, understanding everything wrong.

Absurd things were said about you in any corner, gossip, whisperings, laughter, and jokes were thrown at you during the two weeks that the rumor spread. You missed a whole week of class, claiming to be sick, but Justin knew it was not true. Justin’s idiot friends talked about you all the time, which made him pissed off and he distanced himself.

He needed to talk to you, that’s why he did not tell you he was going to your house, he would come in through the window, as usual.

Your house was silent, as if it were dead, because to him you brought happiness to whatever corner you were, and now it seemed simply a distant memory.

He looked at your room outside the window, it was dark and he could not see you, but he realized that the room was empty, but the bathroom light was on, showing you were inside.

Slowly, he opened the window, pushing away the curtains as little as possible and entered your room.

He looked at all the corners there: it was messy and with lots of things thrown and scattered everywhere, something very atypical of you, you were organized and did not like to have anything out of place.

He sighed loudly, which made your voice ring in the bathroom.

-Mom? Mom, if it’s because everything is closed, I told you that … Justin? Why are you here?
-I came to see you. You didn’t answer to my messages or calls, nor even appeared in college in the last few days.

He noticed that you shifted in your place by the mere mention of the college. Nothing coming from you went unnoticed by him, he had learned every detail and action of you.

-I got sick. Sorry, I really did not … I wanted …
-No (Y/N). You are not sick. Why don’t you stop and tell me what’s going on?

You took a deep breath, knowing there was no argument with him, you just turned on the room light and turned to him again, an expression of shock present.

Your features were over, your eyes were swollen, and he knew it was because of so much crying, you had dark circles in your eyes, probably nights that were not well-slept, you were thinner too, but you did not look healthier, your eyes, that once had a glow that only he could saw, were opaque.
Justin’s first action was to hug you and bring you as close to him as possible.

-Babe… What happened? What happened? Please talk to me…

He felt your tears wet the shirt he wore, and soon he heard your low sobs.

-They…They laugh at me, they say bad things, they say I chateado on you with Alex, that I did things I would never do …I…
-It’s gonna be okay.
-No, no it won’t! It won’t, they will not stop commenting on these lies, things I would never do, I hate it all, I hate it too much…I wanted, I wanted….I want to die!

Your speech was muffled by sobs, but he listened very well to what you had said.
Quickly, Justin pulled away from you, and put his hands on your shoulders, looking into your red, swollen eyes.

-Never, ever … say that again. Never. These rumors are not true, and we both know that.
-But they…
-It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. We know the truth. I…I saw what happened to her, and I’m not going to watch it happening to you too.

You knew he was talking about Hannah, the girl who killed herself for stupid comments and false rumors, and how much he became frail about it, knowing that he was one of the reasons she did it to herself and how much he could not forgive himself for it.

-Justin…I…I’m sorry, I did not want you to…
-I want you to be well. That you say to me what you’re feeling. It doesn’t matter…I will always watch over you…It doesn’t matter. You are everything to me, but don’t do this to yourself, I could not bear it.

{PART 19} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. Jackson + Jinyoung)

Genre: Angst, sad

Summary; The time has finally come for you and Jaebum to find out where everything went wrong. While Jackson goes out of his mind, you find yourself faced with the biggest dilemma of your life.


PLEASE READ: This chapter contains scenes that some people may find upsetting. Reader discretion is advised. Mentions of cheating, road/car accidents, hospitals, comas.

I update this series every Sunday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time)

This chapter contains text message imagines.

{Part 1} // {Part 18} {Part 19} {Part 20}

(for those of you who like to listen to music while reading, I recommend this song for this chapter on repeat. Say Something - Max Schneider + Victoria Justice [Cover] )

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imatlantablue  asked:

Please don't get me wrong - I love everything that comes out of this blog - but I am SERIOUSLY loving your Yearly Briefings at Sherrinford. These have been making my day!

@the-wayward-jedi @sherlollyarn 

Oh my god you guys!! All these asks are really making my day:) I’m so glad so many of you like the Yearly Briefings and Molly/Eurus roommate AU. Thank you so much for your kind words, it means the world to be appreciated. Here’s a gif for y'all to enjoy, which I came across yesterday and I’ve been mesmerised every since

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(he looks remarkably like sherlock)
(Look at dem hips go)


amyinthebelljar  asked:

or how about: scott dares stiles to move everything in derek's loft one inch to the left, except for one thing, and see how long it takes for derek to notice

Derek slides open the door to the loft, steps through, and slides it closed. He lets his eyes fall shut as he takes a deep breath in, ready to be reassured of home, safety; all things his. 

Instead, his eyes snap open. “Stiles.” He states flatly to the empty room. Derek listens intently, awakening powerful senses to do so, but his loft is indeed empty.  Derek growls in annoyance, his heart rate up, teeth itching for the growth into fang. 

He takes a few, cautious steps forward into the loft. Stiles’ scent permeates the air, but does not seem concentrated in one place. Derek detects no notes of distress, fear or pain. Why the hell would Stiles be over in his loft and then leave? He wanders around, trying to get a grasp on Stiles’ movements and purpose through his scent trail, but he comes up with nothing. 

It bothers Derek for the rest of the evening. He’s restless. He can’t get comfortable. Everything is wrong. He blames Stiles, oh how he blames Stiles. He can’t breathe, ugh. All he wanted was to come home and read a dusty tomb and relax. But no. Stiles was here. And there’s just…something not right all because of- 


It winds up bothering Derek for far longer than the rest of the evening. It bothers him through the night-he can’t freaking sleep for some reason. It bothers him in the morning-having breakfast in his kitchenette, instead of grounding him, leaves him feeling wrong-footed.

He goes out for a run, when he comes back, everything is still wrong somehow. His shower leaves him feeling annoyed instead of clean and calm. 

For three days, Derek endures a rising tide of frustration and aggravation. On the third day, Derek is walking by his coffee table when he notices it. A little ring of dust on the floor. It bothers him, so he crouches down to take a closer look. There’s two rings of dust on the floor, what? Derek sniffs cautiously, but the still faintly lingering scent of Stiles throws off anything else. 

He glares at the two rings of dust, each about an inch or so away from the legs of the coffee table as if…as if…as if. 

Stiles.” Derek snarls with realization, a little bit of rage, and no small amount of vindication (he knew he wasn’t crazy, he knew things were wrong in here). With mounting fury, he checks the rest of the loft, his steps growing angrier and angrier. Everything. Every piece of furniture and spare bit of housekeeping that Derek owns has been moved 1 inch to the left.

If Derek were to measure it, it would probably be precisely 1 inch to the left because-“Stiles,” Derek finds him self breathing out into the silence of the loft once again. He finds himself sitting down on his couch, letting the shadows grow long as he contemplates…revenge.

First Derek steals the recharge cord for the controller to Stiles’ Xbox.

Then, “Hale.” The Sheriff greets him cautiously as he looks up at Derek’s knock on the doorway into his office. 

“I brought donuts,” Derek says seriously.

“Well come on in.” The Sheriff says.

Then Derek waits until Scott and Stiles are going to have a ‘bro time’ night, and drags Scott out into the preserve with him. 3 separate times in a row. Derek teaches Scott things like what moss is edible and how to do back flips with style. It’s great. They bond. (Derek knows what nights are ‘bro time’ because he listens in on Stiles’ phone conversations.) (No, he is not a creeper, he prefers the term, ‘stalker’.) (Thank you.)

He brings the Sheriff a double greaseburger with extra large fries from the Beacon Drive-in for lunch.  

He sneaks in (and no he’s not proud of this, but now he’s maybe having too much fun to stop) when Stiles is asleep and steals his economics homework right out of his school bag.  

He spray paints on the back of that kid Liam’s house, ‘Stiles wuz here’.  

The night he lifts Stiles’ spare from that ridiculous thing he calls a vehicle and lets the air out of his back right tire, Stiles walks back in the rain straight to Derek’s loft, not his house. 

Derek’s waiting for him in the center of his living room (yes it is a living room goddammit, not a rave party’s wet dream), arms crossed over his chest, his best asshole look on his face, and a not inconsiderable amount of glee. Which, considering his age, is maybe a little disturbing. 

“You.” Stiles accuses, as he storms inside, limbs in all directions, his eyes wild, bringing with him the scent of rain and righteous fury. 

“Me?” Derek parrots back with an eyebrow raise.

Stiles stomps straight over to Derek, who smirks in anticipation. 

He’s completely ready for Stiles to get all up in his space. He’s even ready for Stiles to grab to fistfuls of his shirt (kid’s grown bold in his old age).

He’s even secure enough in his victory to allow Stiles to jerk him forward.

He’s completely unprepared for Stiles’ lips (soft parted raindrops sweet) to press against his. 

Derek’s arms uncross from his chest and drop to his sides in shock. 

“You,” Stiles pulls back and glares at him, “I hate you.”

Derek nods in agreement, even as he leans forward into the next press of Stiles’ lips against his own (warm now full slightly parted sweet sweet).

They break apart for air. 

"You ruined my loft,” Derek growls.

“I want my fucking charger cord back,” Stiles hisses.

They come together again, and this time Stiles gets a hand around the back of Derek’s neck, and Derek slides both his hands under Stiles’ wet t-shirt.

They break apart once more for air.

“You fed my dad junk food,” Stiles accuses, lips swollen and (Derek is pleased to see) tender looking.

“Yeah I did, I think he likes me better than you now,” Derek grins.

“Fuck you,” Stiles. 

They kiss again, angry, demanding, life-affirming. 

Stiles’ scent is going to be everywhere again, Derek reflects. As Stiles slips an aggressive tongue inside his mouth, Derek supposes that’s not going to bother him much anymore.  

It’s normal to doubt yourself. It’s normal to worry about what other people think. It’s normal to regret not coming out earlier, or not coming out later. It’s normal to regret how you told people, and how people reacted. It’s normal to think your identity isn’t valid. It’s normal to worry about the present. It’s normal to worry about the future. It’s normal to worry about all of this. I did it, and pretty much every other trans person (and that’s a lot of people) did too.

Sometimes, after coming out, it can feel like people aren’t supporting you as much as they did beforehand. There is love and support out there, though.

You can do this. You’re a star shining your light on the world and you will be okay

I’m opening ‘50 Shades of Grey’ to a random page and posting what I find. Part fourteen.

After our second time together, I felt adventurous.

“What if you stuck a Twizzler in my butt?” I asked.

“Twizzlers!” he shouted, spanking me hard, though not as hard as he did when I said wrong things. “They’re disgusting. I love everything that comes out of your butt, especially my love hot dog,” he said, gesturing between his legs at his love hot dog. “Except those. Twizzlers suck compared to Red Vines. Twizzlers taste like the cherry flavor in grownup cough syrup. Like it’s cherry flavor and clam sauce or something.”

He started rubbing me. “I love your clam sauce,” he said.

“Mmm,” I said.

“Let me have your hot clam sauce.” He kept rubbing me and grabbed a graduated cylinder and put it under me, where I was dripping sauce.

“I don’t know if I can…” I said.

“Sure you can. This is your clam, and it’s wet. Sea clams are wet all the time. You eat them raw, and they’re wet clams. I can’t cook your clam, but I can cook sea clams. Sea clams are different. You get them hot, and they’re rocks with meat inside.”

By the time he stopped talking I had filled the cylinder to the top with my clam sauce.

“You know, everyone who disagrees with me is wrong. Bottoms up,” he said, drinking it with my bottom in the air. I was at sea, but emotionally.

anonymous asked:

98, and Chlonath? Pretty please?

I combined the two of these into one story for you guys. This definitely goes beyond a drabble and into one-shot territory.

98. “Why are we fighting over beverages!?!”

9. “I have no clue what this is supposed to be.” from this prompt list.

“There you are!”

Nathaniel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he reminded himself for the millionth time tonight that his parents would not be happy if he threw Chloé out of his party. His mother worked at City Hall and he knew that she could get some serious back lash from Mayor Bourgeois if the blonde girl was the only one of his classmates ejected from something hosted at her house.

All he’d wanted was to have his friends from school over to have a holiday party. His parents had always been a little overprotective, so he’d never had a party at his time of year before. They hadn’t even let him got to Adrien’s Réveillon dinner last year because it had been so last minute and they’d worried about what might happen if they weren’t prepared.

So to be suddenly told by his mother that he could have a party as long as he invited everyone in his class had been liberating. He couldn’t mess up this chance or he’d never be given another one, and hopefully next time he would be allowed to chose the guest list a bit more freely. Maybe he’d only invite guys officially next time and let the girls come on the condition no one said anything to Chloé or Sabrina. His mother couldn’t be faulted that Chloé hadn’t been asked to come to a guys only party, could she?

He faced the girl approaching him. “What do you want now Chloé?” he snapped at her, despite his internal reminders to be civil. Honestly, he was exasperated with her. She’d been following him around all night. Demanding a better quality of hors d'oeuvres, complaining about the music and putting down his artwork that he’d missed scattered about by his proud but strict parents.

“These glasses your parents provided; I want a larger one like everyone else got.”

He glanced down at the offered glass. For the party his parents had looked out a set of twelve large and fancy wine glasses they’d gotten as a wedding gift, engraved with their surname, “Kurtzberg.” They were hardly ever used and despite being a wedding gift they weren’t too attached to them, so they had been perfect for serving his friends drinks apparently. Nath thought his parents were a tad pretentious to be honest.

Regardless, the set only had twelve and so he’d given one to everyone else as they had arrived and settled for a smaller, plain wine glass himself. And then when the bratty blonde had shown up “fashionably late” (ie last) there had been no more fancy glasses to offer. He’d given her a plain one like himself.

She hadn’t said anything then; she probably hadn’t even noticed that there were fancy ones. But now that his parents were offering up alcohol – in a carefully restricted ‘two glasses only’ portion – it was bound to be noticed.

“Let me guess,” he said, “everyone else will get more wine than you and you’re pissed about it? Just stick with coke or something. Deal with it.”

She huffed at him, cocking her hip and crossing her arms, “Swap glasses with me,” she demanded.

“Okay,” he smirked, offering up a glass identical to her own. He couldn’t help feeling smug when she stomped a foot in annoyance.

“Why are we fighting over beverages!?!” she complained, “I want a bigger glass for my wine and I am not going to leave you alone until I get one.”

“Oh mon Dieu, what is your PROBLEM!?” he shouted at her, before immediately cringing at the sudden sound of his name being called.

“Nathaniel?” his mother asked with as stern tone as she approached, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, mamam,” he told her, relaxing his tight posture, “I was…I was just going to get Chloé a different glass. Hers is smaller than everyone else’s.”

His mother regarded him with worried suspicion for a moment before nodding her head and turning to retreat to the next room where she and his father were serving the drinks.

Nath swivelled around to face a now smug looking Chloé. He was seriously starting to regret having this party at all. It didn’t seem fun any more.

“Fine,” he spat, “There’s bigger glasses in the kitchen.”

He turned on his heel and stormed away, determined to take as long as he possibly could finding her something suitable to drink from. As he pushed his way through the swing door to the kitchen though, he was surprised to hear her cry of pain as the door swung back and hit her. She had followed him. Great.

He took a deep breath and began searching the cupboard they kept the glasses in for something larger than the glass she was currently using. He felt a spike of annoyance when he realised what he needed was being stored on the highest shelf and he was just a touch too short to reach. He regarded the kitchen in search of something to stand on safely and came up empty.

“I’ll have to ask someone else to reach it for you,” he mumbled to Chloé, who had come to stand beside him. She was staring up at the glasses pensively, and as he turned to leave she spoke and her words caught him off guard.

“Lift me up and I’ll get it.”

Nathaniel shook his head, trying to clear what he assumed was an audio hallucination of some kind.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Chloé didn’t answer. Instead she reached out for him and in his shock, he moved towards her. She placed her arms around his neck tightly and Nathaniel positively boggled at her.

“Lift,” she demanded and surprising himself, he did. Placing his arms around her waist, he hoisted her petite weight until she was more level with the cupboard shelf they needed. She delicately unlaced one arm from his neck to grab two of the glasses by the stems and he brought her down to her feet again on autopilot.

He immediately let go of her waist despite his shock, but Chloé left her arm draped across his shoulder, her hand starting to pet at the nape of his neck. She placed the glasses on the counter next to them, a smug little smile playing about her lips as she returned her other hand to the back of his neck as well.

“I have absolutely no idea what’s happening here,” he told her, otherwise frozen, “I mean, I have no clue what this is supposed to be.” He heard her huff.

“I thought you were supposed to be smart, Red,” she said coyly, “I finally got your attention, that’s all.”

She reached down and grabbed his arms, hanging limply at his sides, and roughly pulled them back to her waist before replacing her own arms around his neck.

“I-I don’t understand.”

She pouted and somehow it seemed much more vulnerable to him than her usual entitled pouting when she just wanted to get her own way at something.

“I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with,” she admitted, “But I’ve tried being nice to you for weeks now and I tried so hard to compliment your party, and flirt, but you just weren’t…I don’t know, reacting? So I needed an excuse to get you alone.”

Nathaniel wondered if it was possible to casually have a stroke. He was still standing but he was pretty certain he was paralysed. That was a stroke symptom right? It seemed Chloé was saying she had been trying to be nice to him. And possibly, she was telling him that she liked him.

But seriously, in what reality was anything she’d done tonight nice!?!

“You insulted the food,” he said, confused. She actually had the audacity to look hurt by his comment.

“Actually, I said I could get the hotel chefs to do some fancier catering for you next time without it costing any more,” she said, her arms starting to slip from his neck.

“But…but the music-”

“I said it didn’t suit you. You don’t strike me as heavy bass and repetitive nonsense.”

“My drawings,” he said, voice becoming stern. His arms dropped from her waist as he remembered her saying his drawings shouldn’t have been left lying around for everyone to come across. It had felt cruel and he would have been hurt if he hadn’t built up a thick skin against her.

“I didn’t want any idiots spilling anything on them or smudging them, obviously. They should be stored somewhere safe. Or in frames.”

He was silent as he replayed the evening in his head with a new light. Chloé had never actually insulted him once; he’d only assumed her comments were meant to be biting. He didn’t know whether to be amazed by her behaviour or ashamed at his own.

She sighed deeply at his silence, bringing him out of his thoughts, and as he looked down into her eyes he realised they were wet with unshed tears. She looked away and to the side, avoiding his suddenly shocked expression.

Shit. Chloé was not the kind of girl who cried easily. She had faked crying a lot since he’d known her, but there had never been real tears involved before. This was serious.

“Look, clearly it was a bad idea to come to your party at all, never mind following you around to try to talk to you,” she bit her lip, “Apparently everything I s-say comes out wrong or you just hate me so much that you assume I mean something else. I-I’ll just go.”

As she moved for the doorway, he found himself panicking over her retreat. No matter what he’d thought of her previously, she had apparently been trying very hard to be nicer and she was clearly upset that he hadn’t noticed her efforts. He didn’t want her just sneaking out like that, in evident distress. He latched onto her arm to keep her from getting any further away and she turned back to look at him.

“I…” He had no idea what to say, “I, um, think you should stay. For the party.”

“Really?” she asked wiping her eyes.

“Uh, yeah. Then maybe we could…hang out sometime? Become actual friends maybe?”

“I’d like that,” she said and she smiled sweetly for once before it quickly transformed into something more predatory looking, “After all, the sooner we’re friends, the sooner I can convince you it’s not enough.”

He gulped and dropped his hand from her arm, reclining away from her as she leaned in towards him. She moved back again with a smirk, the two large glasses from the counter behind him now in her hand.

“Let’s go get our wine, Red,” she said heading for the swing door.

She held the door open as he finally shook off his paralysis and walked unsteadily towards her. She smiled widely in that smug way he was used to before she spoke.

“I am so glad I got daddy to ‘convince’ your maman you needed this party.”

Who Shattered Pink Diamond?

Ok, so in an earlier ask, I stated that I thought Yellow Diamond shattered Pink Diamond but as I thought about it I started to question whether she could have done it.

So let’s try to organize the info we have and see if we can come to a plausible conclusion.

So to start off, I don’t think Rose did it. Bismuth said herself that Rose’s sword could cut through a gem’s physical form but never the gem itself. Rose refused to use the breaking point because she felt shattering a gem for any reason was wrong. Why would she then turn around and shatter PD herself with a weapon not designed to do so?

Blue Zircon stated that according to the facts that were given, there was no way Rose should have been able to do what she allegedly did. Between the Sapphires and Agates etc. That should have been along with PD in her entourage, SOMEONE should have seen her coming and stopped her.

Zircon also asked a question that really caught my attention. “Where was her Pearl?” When she said this, Yellow pearl turned to Blue pearl with a nervous look on her face, whereas blue pearl seemed to be more engaged in what blue Zircon was saying. Seemingly just as curious as BD. If Yellow Diamond is withholding information it would be reasonable to assume that Yellow pearl would also know considering Diamonds and their pearls are always together, meaning if Blue Diamond doesn’t know, neither would her Pearl.

Which brings us back to the question, where was Pink pearl? Or better yet, where IS Pink pearl? No one ever mentioned her being shattered, yet she, the gem arguably closest to PD was never called to the stand? I don’t believe our Pearl is Pink Pearl due to gem placement but I do believe she was a part of PD’s court due to the pink diamonds on her spacesuit and on Sardonyx’s shoes. Is it possible she was there? Maybe but she also would have been recognized as a threat for thousands of years so I doubt she would have able to get close either.

So what do we have so far?

  • According to an eyewitness account, PD was shattered with a sword, but not with one that belonged to Rose
  • Her Pearl presumably isn’t shattered because it probably would have been reported by eyewitnesses. But her current status is unknown
  • The only Gem so far that claims to have seen it happen in person was eyeball, who we all know to be easily fooled.

What do I think happened?

Scenario 1: After Thousands of years, Pink Diamond had failed to reclaim the Earth (Perhaps even failing to do so on purpose, as she had fallen in love with the planet as Rose did) YD, growing impatient, decided to take matters into her own hands and shatter her so that she could use it how she saw fit (Cluster, forced fusion experiments, etc.) and framed Rose Quartz as no one would doubt she did it. “But Kainan! There’s no way she could have shapeshifted into Rose! Her gem would be way too big!” I hear you say. But what if she didn’t? whether she got Pink pearl to do it (which would explain why she didn’t yell and is nowhere to be found) or some other method is to be determined.

Scenario 2: Practically everything from before except white diamond was pulling the strings and YD was just protecting Blue from the truth

Scenario 3: Pink staged her own death with Rose and Pink Pearl, now liberated and ownerless, goes off to do her own thing and the reason YD was so ready to end the trial was because she just wanted to see the gem who shattered her sister destroyed.

Scenario 4: Everything is wrong and some crazy 4th thing comes out of the blue (No pun intended, possible foreshadowing?) that we didn’t expect due to new information or something(s) that I more than likely 100% overlooked.

But with a keen eye for detail, one truth prevails!

or in this case, with an average eye for obvious plot points, several half baked theories struggle to survive…

Not sure if you’re gonna notice this but I’m gonna give it a try anyway so…

Hey there doode! 

Just made a quick thing for ya in appreciation to all the good you have done for the whole community. I do hope you continue enjoying this journey as much as we enjoy riding it with you *sigh* everything seems to come out the wrong way with me nowadays. 

Anyway, it’s a bit early but CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR 16 MILLION CHILDREN SHAAAWWWN! It is a big responsibility, young man. Take it seriously. And use pro- Just kidding! We all love you, respect you, cherish you and hope you find happiness and many upon many blessings for the rest of your life. Stay awesome and GET FISTED LIKE A BOSS! ;D

Lots of love,