he actually gardens so this is perfect

Midsummer Queen - Thor x Reader

@audreythetealovingcat, There was indeed a few request for the batboys, but surprisingly enough, Thor was also up there…So here, I’m giving you some Thor dude, hope you guys’ll like it (mehmehmeh) : 

Summary : Reader is in an established relationship with Thor, and he decides to finally take her to Asgard. She’s not sure she likes the idea…

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)


You almost threw up. 

You weren’t really expecting the travel from Earth to Asgard to be this…special. Your entire reality warped, extended, everything went so fast and was so bright and oh my god why so many different colors…and then all of a sudden, it stopped, leaving you wanting to vomit your guts everywhere. 

You didn’t though. Thank God (or Gods ?). You held a bit tighter Thor’s hand though, and wished really hard that the world would stop spinning. He misinterpreted your clinginess with excitement, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. Great, more support. You let your body slumped on his side, glad that sometimes, your boyfriend was so oblivious to things. If he knew you felt ill, he would have freaked out and you’d have been ridiculous in front of the little audience that was there…

A few people were waiting. You didn’t know most of them but you recognize Thor’s friends, Volstagg, Fandral, Hogun and…Sif. Damn, she was beautiful. Thor told you about her when you asked about previous girlfriends, apparently, they had a thing, but it never really worked out…She was staring at you coldly. Great. A new friend already…

-Welcome to my home, my love. This is Heimdall, the gate keeper. Good friend of mine. You already know those four, and that’s my mother, Frigga, and my father, Odin. Everyone, may I present to you Lady Y/N, my woman.

You couldn’t help but smile at how he called you. “My woman”. On Earth, most people would think it was a bit rude to call one’s girlfriend like that. But Asgard wasn’t Earth, and obviously, it was totally normal. But as soon as you realized you were actually in front of Thor’s parents, you started to get extremely nervous again. You knew it was a bad idea to come here…

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Sometimes they don’t talk. Sometimes they go days without saying anything to each other that really matters, without saying anything that reaches into those unseen places. They just do the work they need to do together, and they eat dinner or maybe a watch a show together. Sometimes they retreat to their own space in their apartment and just tuck away on their computers. 

Sometimes they even forget to kiss. Sometimes they’ll go a couple days without like a real kiss, without anything more than a cursory peck. Dan knows what people think—that they’re just like they were eight years ago. That they can’t keep their hands off each other. Sometimes it is like that, but it’s still different because eight years is a really long time. Even when you love someone.

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Anything Could Happen - Nick Jakoby x Female Reader - Ch.2

[Credit for the header goes to @theleaguewhoalwayslocked. Thank you so much for surprising me by making this wonderful aesthetic to my story!]

[Chapter 1]

Warnings: A bit of swearing and sexual tension but overall just a lot a fluffy cuteness.

The summer sun beat upon Nick’s back relentlessly, forcing beads of sweat down his forehead as he was putting another criminal in the backseat of the police car. Sighing, he straightened his posture and stroke the back of his hand across his forehead to wipe away the sweat trickling down his temples.
Nick was distracted today; he couldn’t stop thinking about you. All he saw in front of him was your bright, sparkling smile adorning your beautiful, perfect face that matched your vibrant personality. You had been so kind to him, smiling and talking with him like he was actually a person; like he mattered. You had shown him your overgrown garden that the old couple left behind, and you talked about how you wanted to make it nice again.

Nick had been staring at you while you spoke; how your smile never seemed to fade and the way your hands moved vividly while you talked. Before he knew it, he offered to help you with your garden. You protested and said that he shouldn’t go through so much trouble for you. But he had been persistent, and finally, you agreed under one condition; he would come over for dinner the following day. Of course, he objected but just like him, you were relentless and wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

Nick smiled to himself, thinking about being close to you again tonight. Your sweet scent still lingered in his mind, seducing him to imagine the most filthy things about you and he instantly felt ashamed for having those thoughts about such a kind and sweet person.

“Hey, Jakoby! What are you waiting for, man? Let’s go!”

Nick was pulled out of his daydreams by his partner’s voice and looked up at Ward standing by the open passenger door.
“Sorry,” Nick mumbled and hurried to the driving seat on the other side of the car, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Jeez, what’s the matter with you today?” Ward asked after they both got in the car. “You’ve been distracted all day. And your ears are doing that weird thing again.”

“Sorry.” Nick shifted his gaze away as he awkwardly touched his ears before starting the car. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing, huh? Then maybe, just maybe, you could start concentrating on protecting your partner’s ass?” Ward grumbled and glared at Nick. “I don’t wanna end up dead just because you have your head up in the clouds. You think you can do that?”

“Yes, of course. Sorry,” Nick mumbled again and gave Ward a brief glance before he steered the car out onto the street. 

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It Wasn’t Just A Dream


Here is the long awaited SPIRIT GUIDE! AU.

Btw, If you have any questions about it afterwards feel free to drop by my ask and we’ll talk about it!

It’s in Thomas POV since it’s just an introduction. 

@what-even-is-thiss seemed interested, so I’m tagging him! 

As well as my buddy @bonnybee and my love @treblegirl 

Other people that wan’t to be tagged with be at the end of all of this! (Since there were so many omg)

Word Count: 3,120

Summary: He knew it wasn’t just a dream. He just didn’t know how to explain it.

Warnings: None! Only bad dreams.

Pairings: None! (Yet? Not sure. Probably not)

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The RFA reacting to the MC being 4'10


- this just makes you 1000x cuter

- because he’s like 5'10 or whatever, you compliment him more


- head pats. VERY OFTEN.

- whenever y'all get into small little fights, he goes all “okay but what are you gonna do tho? you’re literally a garden gnome.”

- but tbh he cherishes you so much more bc of it, your shortness just adds to your charm.

- your struggle to reach the top of the fridge for cookies is hilarious to him

- but he doesn’t really tease you TOO about it bc he keeps reiterating the fact that your height is a perk, not a flaw


- the height gap isn’t OUTRAGEOUSLY big so he doesn’t have much to say about it

- it actually makes him happy bc a lot of women consider him to be too short for a man so you’re perfect for him

- but bc you’re so short, you start to feel like the younger one in the relationship bc most people who see you guys together assume that he’s older

- which isn’t bad, it actually makes yoosung feel good about himself bc people always treat him like a child

- basically he’s just really comfortable having you around bc most people treat him like a kid and being w you feels like he’s w somebody on his level… or below it

- “you’re not short, you’re fun sized!”


- you’re so mature and handle yourself in such a good manner in the chats… that she almost didn’t take you seriously when she had to slightly look down at you the first time you guys meet

- it doesn’t bother her at all though, it just took time to adjust to bc in her head she pictured you as a grown woman but you’re literally bite sized

- when you guys go out on dates, people ask if you’re her little sister

- it’s never really a big deal tho bc it’s literally just height and at the end of the day jaehee fell for you for you

- she lends you her heels so that you can finally be as tall as her

- “seriously, you’re as petite as a child.”


- yo this man TOWERS over you

- the first time you guys met, he deadass could not see you in front of his desk and it took him a few seconds to look down and go “… so you’re her.”

- literally, anything he buys you, 9 times out of 10 you’re gonna have to get it tailored bc everything is too long and sometimes slightly big for you to wear

- when you fall asleep on the couch and he picks you up, he cradles you a little bit before placing you onto the bed

- dance lessons are kinda hella awkward but y'all make it work

- sometimes you get a bit insecure bc the women that throws themselves at him are all tall and sophisticated supermodels, they just seem to suit him more. while you’re so tiny and very awkward when trying to fit into his world

- but then he reassures you, that like everything else about you, Jumin loves your shortness and believes it makes you more perfect, more beautiful, more desirable than any other woman who throws themselves at him

- he noticed the height supplement pills in his cabinet when you moved in, took them, walked up to you and said “you won’t need these any more when you’re with me.”

- it’s NOT FUN when he loses you in a crowd of reporters

- and when he finds you again he practically glares at them and hugs you very tightly, “Next time, hold onto me so I’ll never lose you in a crowd again. You had me so worried. I’m never letting you out of my sight.”

- your height makes it that much easier for him to dominate you

- he’s very careful and delicate when he’s touching you bc you being so small just makes you seem that much more fragile in his eyes

- jokingly considers putting you on a leash to avoid losing you again, but would never actually do that

- whenever someone tries to make a short joke or roast you for your height in the messenger, it’s like the perfect way to summon Jumin bc he comes in all like “Her height is perfect. Haven’t you heard? Good things come in small packages. And you lot would be lucky if she’d be interested in any one of you.”


- short jokes are the fucking HIGHLIGHT of the RFA chats

- he knew what you looked like, but seeing you in person had him SHOOK bc even tho he knew adult human beings could be under 5 feet, it made it even more fascinating to see you in person

- but the truth is he thinks it’s so fucking adorable

- it also makes him want to protect you even more

- when you guys are together he always tosses you around the bed bc you’re just such a petite little thing


- “Can I tell you a secret…? You’re not a normal sized human being, but your height was actually my ideal size for a woman.” Not sure about men tho 👀👀👀

- he’s mad childish about it tho like when y'all are talking he bends his knees and gets down your level to talk to you when y'all are having a small disagreement


- he’s not really surprised at your height bc of how he’s stalked the hell out of you and all but he finds it quite amusing

- but boy is this man the devil incarnate when y'all are roasting each other bc your height is THE FIRST thing that pops up and he does not hold back

- he doesn’t say it out loud but he actually really likes the fact that you’re short as hell, it’s cute

- puts the cookies on the top shelf and hides the ladders bc he’s literally Satan

- but he also really loves you so when he holds you, he’s afraid he could crush you right in his arms

- “I haven’t been 4'10 since my mother died.”

- sometimes you repeat whatever he says about your height in a mocking tone bc CHOI BOYS ARE CHILDISH AS HELL

- but honestly, if anyone else were to tease you for your height he would deck them bc ONLY HE gets to roast your santa’s elf looking ass

V (ho boy here we go)

- cracks a short joke once a blue moon

- otherwise he NEVER makes fun of your height

- he honestly loves that you’re so short bc when he holds your head close to his chest, you can hear his heart beat and he’s all “that’s how I feel with you in my life.”

- always tilting your chin up to look at him like, “come on, let me look at those beautiful eyes. I never get to see them since you look down all the time.”

- you might only be 4'10, but to him, you’re so much bigger than that

- he’s literally so in love w you that the reason why he doesn’t mention your height isn’t bc he doesn’t notice, rather he notices it a lot. but he finds it so beautiful that the sun isn’t just a star– the sun is a 4'10 angel.

- one day he even actually asks you, “How do you do it?” you’re confused, and he says, “How do you find a way to store so much light in that small but perfect body of yours?” you’re blushing like crazy but he’s actually being serious.

- you respond with, “well, the sun shines for a reason. and my light just so happens to shine the brightest when I’m with you.”

- v is so honored by what you said bc no matter how many short jokes you get, you’re seriously the biggest thing in the world to him, to the point where he associates you with light sources like fire, stars, the moons glow– y'all get it

- this boys is literally convinced that you’re a human version of what light looks like

- y'all V thinks the light is 4'10

- V is just so perfect, why did Cheritz do my mans wrong I’m fucking crying give me my V route

[SCENARIO] GardenFairy!Wonwoo

Just because I toooOoOoOtally don’t have 104398234 other works in progress……… :) I’m sorry this ended up way longer than I’d intended for it to be AHH the idea stemmed from a small talk between Hoshit and I, what the hell happened??

((((Also heavily featuring Mingyu because Meanie is life))))


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  • okay so lets just say
  • Wonwoo’s a garden fairy that’s only five inches tall
  • With wings
  • He can shapeshift himself into a human-sized entity, but that kind of drains his powers a lot, so he tries his best to stay fairy-sized for as long as necessary
  • This tiny winged boi has been guarding this patch of grass at the back of a small single-story terrace house for the longest time. 
  • His calling is to care for the gardens of the one that lives in the house
  • But the house has been left uninhabited for almost a dozen years
  • Wonwoo’s just left to wander about the fields
  • Yunno, just to make sure they stay healthy and green
  • He can’t really leave too, since it’s basically the sole purpose of his existence
  • Eventually gets too lazy and/or tired to tend to the weeds that are overwhelming the plot
  • Potential tenants enter the house with the landlord, but most of the time they leave without any promise to return
  • He even gets disdainful glares from the women when they glance out at the untended garden
  • But it’s not his fault…
  • It gets really lonely sometime and he gets unmotivated to carry out his job especially since there’s no one there to help him
  • Anyway

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anonymous asked:

Hey cutie! I just saw the video you posted of Chris with his dog and I had a fic idea. Actually I wanted to do it by myself but I just love your writing so much so: could you please do a fic with chris working out in the garden and then his girlfriend comes back from the walk with Dodger and he just keeps jumping around Chris. His girlfriend just laughs and then Chris is chasing her around the garden and they fall down and make out. I love your writing!!! 💕💕

It was a perfect fall day in California so I decided to take Dodger for a run after work. Staying busy while Chris is out of town is always important. The run eventually turned into more of a walk and we got back a little over an hour later. Dodger didn’t want to be inside even after our walk so I decided to go outside to lay around for a bit before dinner. Dodger ran out into the yard ahead of me, dashing to the back of the yard where he started jumping around and barking.

“Dodger, what are you barking at?” I follow him around a corner and am about to tell him to stop when I hear the unmistakable sound of Chris laughing. I peek around the corning and find Dodger jumping in circles around Chris, who’s getting licked in the face while he tries to pet Dodger.

“What are you doing home?” Dodger runs over to me when he hears me and allows Chris to stand back up.

“You sound like you’re not happy to see me” he teases while crossing to reach me.

“Shut up, of course I’m happy to see you” he gives me a kiss that would’ve deepened if it weren’t for Dodger licking Chris’ leg.

“Dodger stop” he whines and tries to push Dodger away. Dodger just gets excited all over again and starts jumping up on Chris. I step back so I don’t get hit while I watch them wrestle in the grass. I can’t contain my laughter for very long and once Chris realizes he stops and looks at me, his face suddenly turning serious. “You think this is funny?” he quirks his eyebrow at me. I shrug and smirk my response expecting him to let it go and keep playing with Dodger. Instead he stands up, a mix of a smirk and a glare taking over his features.

“Chris?” I automatically prep myself to run, waiting for his move. He doesn’t say anything else, just smiles and takes off towards me. I squeal as I bolt in the opposite direction. I’m able to jump out of his grasp a few times before he catches me. Maybe catch is the wrong word, it’s more like I get tackled. Chris has his arms wrapped around my waist as we both fall to the ground. My laughter turns hysterical as he tickles up my sides to make me squirm underneath him.

“Stop, stop!” I do my best to push his hands away and wiggle out from under him but fail as his hold on me tightens.

“Are you done being sassy?” he taunts as his fingers slow their movement against my sides.

“I was never sassy!” I shout incredulously.

“Oh really then what would you call it?”

“The laughing? I’m sorry I couldn’t contain my happiness from seeing my two favorite beings together again” I deadpan and glare at him. A smile takes over his face and I can’t help but smile along with him.

“I missed you” he tells me, accompanied with a quick peck. One of his hands moves up to cup my cheek while the other rests under my lower back. I move my hands up his sides and bring them behind his neck and in his hair.

“I missed you too” I whisper before pulling him back down. His tongue slips easily into my mouth and brushes past mine. His hand moves from my cheek to my hair, holding me in place as he nips down my neck. When he gets to the top of my breasts he starts kissing back up my neck, teasing kisses at the corners of my mouth before finally pressing against my lips again. I bite at his bottom lip and he lets out a low growl. I move so my knees are hooked around his hips and use my legs to pull him closer. He starts moving his hands up under my shirt and teasing around the bottom of my bra. One of his hands moves to squeeze my breast and I let out a moan, but it quickly turns into a squeal when Dodger came out of nowhere and started licking both of our faces. Chris immediately pushed him away but Dodger keeps coming right back.

“Come on Dodger” Chris whines when Dodger comes back and starts pawing at his arm. Chris buries his face in my neck and tries to cover my head with his arms. I can’t help but laugh at Chris’ failing attempts to cover me, but the laughter just gets Dodger going even more.

“I have a plan” he whispers in my ear before he stands up. As soon as he’s up Dodger starts running in circles and doing play bows. Chris pretends to chase Dodger which causes him to run a big lap around the whole yard. As soon as Dodger takes off Chris grabs my hand and pulls me along with him towards the house. He closes the door quickly behind us and looks out to see Dodger has stopped in the middle of the yard to look around.

“He looks so sad and confused” I coo at Chris.

“He’ll be fine. Now, where were we?”

A/N: I hope you like this! Being told that you like my writing enough to ask me to write something instead of writing it yourself is like the best compliment so thank you! 

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Fuck malwart!

I am ecstatic bc today I put my two weeks notice in! Fuck my store and fuck management! They literally just lie to my face. I have been training for months to work the service desk so I can get off the shitty register. They tell me all I have to do is wait for an actual opening. Fast forward from when I finished training in February to may when my friend on the SD quits. There is now an opening. I have been asking for months and literally every single person on the front knows I want this promotion. My managers tell me for weeks that they’re “working on getting me up there” meanwhile I’m still working register and service desk without being paid more even tho all service desk ppl get a raise with the position. Suddenly I come in and meet the new girl. That they fucking hired to fill the open position……i find out that she transferred from her store down south bc she had a 3 strike coaching and corporate wanted her head. She turned her back on her open till while two women stole 1500$ from her till. And she didn’t even notice until management counted her drawer! And yet they fucking hire her instead of promoting me, perfect attendance never even been yelled at way more qualified as I’m older and have much more experience in retail……my mgr literally did it on purpose b.c she’s a bitch that knows everyone up front hates her. So then I say fuck themn and talk to my asst store mgr about transferring to garden center. He says he will deff make it happen. So I work back there as cashier all summer without ever actually being given the position so I can’t wear the different dress code which includes shorts so I’m not dying in Ohio summer heat, bc I don’t officially work back there and my mgr from up front says she will coach me if I don’t wear the cashier uniform. July I tell him either move me or I’m done. Now it’s mid August and still nothing has fucking changed. They tell me I have to wait for them to hire my replacement before moving me. Meanwhile my other coworker, who works self check which has even less ppl that work it, gets her transfer in a fucking week!!! I’m so fucking done. Fuck all of you. You’re losing a great worker bc of your petty bullshit. Tl:DR Mgt lies for months about giving me transfers so I’m fucking quitting

Axis boyfriend headcanons

This was also an ask I accidentally deleted..whoops…anyway here you go kind person who send this in and probably don’t remember because I took a long ass hiatus.    <3


~ You better believe that you aren’t going to sleep in on the weekends. 7 am seems appropriate enough, his dogs need to go on a walk after all.

~ Loves cleaning, don’t groan you’ll be faster if you work together.

~ Weekly bar visits, did you expect something else?

~ He won’t push you but he would love it if you’d work out with him.

~ Sightseeing tours through his country. Will ramble your ear off with unnecessary historical facts.

~ Not a fan of PDA but will hold your hand or throw an arm around you.

~ Rather choleric during arguments. He needs to blow of some steam, don’t take it too personal.

~ Quite enthusiastic when you want to learn something from him. Loves teaching you how to build/repair stuff. Doesn’t matter if it’s his fancy Porsche or the plumbing system.

~ In reverse he’s also an intent learner. Will try his best to participate in something you’re passionate about.


~ Will cook EVERYTHING in your house.

~ Loves cute dates. Cafés, restaurants, walks, finding new favorite spots in a familiar area with you.

~ Big fan of PDA. Romantic scenery? Make-out session. He’ll even take a picture of the two of you or even ask someone else to take it for him.

~ He’ll cook but you’ll have to do the dishes, and the laundry, and clean the house…

~ Really well spoken actually. You might catch him with a glass of red wine, reminiscing about the past and telling you some stories.

~ Speaking of, you’re going to be wasted at least once a week. This boy loves his wine just like big brother France.


~ Has, as you know, a unique gardening style. He would love it if you’d help keep it in good shape.

~ Soft spoken and well mannered he would be the perfect conversation partner. So much so that you two regulary pull all nighters just talking about everything and nothing.

~ Enjoys the little things in life. Romantic gestures have to be expected from him whether it’s a small flower on your bedside table or a love-you-note in your purse.

~ He would totally be into couples meditation, so please be open minded about it.

~ Speaking of open-mindness, this boy has some weird phases sometimes. Just roll with them/be understanding. Being a country is hard, and being so prim and proper all the time takes its toll.


~ Sorry to destroy fantasies but Romano ain’t a woke 21th century male.

~ That means you’ll argue a lot about who’s going to cook or clean.

~ And although he is known to be lazy he will actually be quite passionate about his garden. So much so that he wants you to spend time with him working there as if you hadn’t got enough to do already

~ Will be the happiest person alive if you want him to teach you something (cooking, painting etc.) because of his inferiority complex regarding Veneziano.

~ Despite his macho attitude he knows how to treat a woman. Expect flowers, him paying the bill before you even start dating even though he broke and compliments from A to Z.

When Tiana finds herself house-sitting a mansion, she thinks her life is taking a turn for the better.
Little does she know the house is not what it seems… and neither are the two occupants who both wish to lay claim to her heart.

Contested ownership barely covers what’s happening at The Crossroads

The Crossroads is my NaNoReNo entry this year. It’s a light, romance-focused, supernatural visual novel.

I’m hoping to make it a bit lighter and fluffier than I normally do :D

It will be quite a linear visual novel, with really only the romance scenes and endings differing throughout- hopefully it will mean I can actually finish the project in the month!

            Warnings: Suggestive adult content (but it’s hardly anything!)

> Two love interests
> Personality choices all the way through
> Three possible endings for each love interest
(Love Ending, True Love Ending, and Bad Ending- Bad ending will vary only slightly for each)
> Just general fun and romantic lightness
> Unique Sprites, BGs, CGs, GUI

                               (Concept sketches only at the moment!)

Main Character

Tiana- Name Changeable
After losing her job, her apartment, and pretty much everything else, Tiana finds herself at a crossroads in life and has to decide where to go next.
Luckily, a job offer to house-sit a mansion in the middle of nowhere sounds like the perfect opportunity to take some time for herself.
(A very simple character customisation will hopefully be available- hair colour, skin colour, and eye colour)

Love Interests

The steward of The Crossroads. The man seems to bypass flirting and go straight into… well, full on suggestions! Quite the man to figure out…

Works as the handyman of the house. Sweet and caring, he suits the gentle gardens he spends most of his time in.


So, I really wanted to do NaNo again this year, though definitely wanted something I can actually finish within the month 

I will be soloing this as usual, so progress will be steady, if a bit slower.

I’ll probably be starting on GUI and backgrounds as they are my least favourite things, but I might slip into the sprites sooner because, well, that’s the fun stuff!

Hope you guys like my entry! I’m looking forward to progressing on it :D


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· His cloak color is Boysenberry ( check our color reference page )
· His crest is on his left shoulder blade
· The cleanest prince
·  His room is the most organized room in the castle
·  It’s even more organized than the kitchen
· Actually he organized the kitchen himself
· Constantly checks on the servants
·  Because he’s afraid they will misplace something
· Or he’s afraid they won’t clean something well enough
· Looks scary and mean
· But is actually a softie
· Wouldn’t hurt anyone
· Except yuta
· Yuta asks for it tbh
· “If you touch my crown one more time-“ – Him
· “What? What are you gonna do? Hit me in the face with your invisible fist? You won’t hit me” – Yuta
· Actually ends up hitting yuta In the face with a book
· “This is why you shouldn’t underestimate me” – Him
· Likes to be alone
· Because being alone helps him think
· Is always overwhelmed with things
· Passionate about dancing and teaching the local civilians how to dance
· Has his own dance class
· Often feels misunderstood
· Confident when it comes to his looks
· Very nice and caring towards everyone
· Likes to take pictures of nature
· Which is why his room has the best view of the landscape
· Perfectionist
· Hates germs with a passions
· Washes his hands 8 to 10 times a day
· Bites his nails out of habit
· Likes to lay out in the grass and star up at the stars when everyone else Is asleep
· It gives him time to truly appreciate everything he has

· You were a servant
· You misplaced one spoon
· And never heard the end of it
· He watched you like a hawk
· Over time noticed how sweet
· Beautiful
· Charming-
· “Gah, stop it Tae..you’re a prince- you need a princess” - himself to himself
· Constantly biting his lips around you because
· Damn she’s so perfect
· Gives you the cold shoulder
· But only because he doesn’t want to have feelings for you
· So he tries to ignore his feelings
· You soon notice that he started to ignore you And you were actually quite upset
· You soon were able to get him alone in the royal garden
· “Why are you avoiding me? And for a minute I thought you actually cared about me” - you
· And at that moment
· Taeyongs walls fell down and he turned into a puddle
· Because he saw a single tear fall down your cheek
· “Wait don’t cry..” - him
· He cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears away
· “You do care about me after all..” - You
· Taeyong sighed playfully
· “I care about you But not THAT much” - him
· Which resulted in you laughing your ass off
· Because you knew that was complete bull
· You then started laughing and poking him
· “Yeah sure, I literally feel you stare at me” - You
· He tried to stop smiling but he couldn’t seem to
· “It’s not my fault you’re so precious” - Him

The plot thickens for murder mystery actor ...

Kind people have sent me various images of Nathan’s article in Gardening Australia (magazine is on its way!!) I thought those who don’t have access would like to read it so I have put them together and transcribed it.

I have hidden it under the read below for those who have ordered a mag. but here are a couple of photos from the article - Courtesy of Nathan Page.

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Bundles of Petals (Cullen x Inquisitor/Reader)

You come back from your adventures with a gift for your commander.

Word Count: 1192

Happy New Year!! I hope all of you have nothing but happiness and wonder in the new year!! With that, thank you and enjoy!! (♡´❍`♡)*✧ ✰ 。*


You hadn’t quite known what the peculiar bushels of flowers were when you found them, but the bright yellow color couldn’t help but reel you in from the moment you caught sight of them.

“Inquisitor?” Dorian stifled his amusement as you utterly veered off the path, leaning against his steadied staff. “I believe we were doing something?”

“Sparkler? Liking work? That’s new.” Varric mused, snorting as Dorian pushed him to the side lightly, unable to wipe the tiniest hint of a grin at the corners of his mouth.

“Oh, hush Dwarf.”

You found their words blurring in your head while you became fixated on the flowers before you, your fingertips brushing gently against the stems, almost afraid to prick them away in fear that they’d shatter.


You glanced up confusedly at the voice who approached you, softening at the sight of Blackwall.

But still, at least a tad confused.


“Gladiolus. The flower.” He answered, kneeling down beside you. “That’s what they’re called. I saw them occasionally in the Hinterlands and… and well I did some research on them.”

“You? A flower man? I never would’ve thought!”

He gave a rare chuckle, leaning forward. “Do they remind you of someone?”

“How do you mean?”

“It could be something too, but… I always associate them with people.”


He nodded, letting out a small grunt.

“What do you associate me with?”

“A White Camellia.”

“Have you thought in depth about this? What’s Dorian? Oh, he fits well with a  Dahlia I bet!”

“That’s off topic but… yes that fits very well.”

You stifled your laughter, turning back to the Gladiolus curiously, already an idea coming life, the very person sending your heart soaring and stomach twisting into those silly little knots.

Your commander.

“I think I have someone in mind.” You lit up light a firework. “I think I’ll give it to him!”

“You can’t carry a bouquet with you, you know that right?”

You puffed out your cheeks indignantly scoffing. “Of course I do! But it’d be great if I could destroy my enemies with it.”

“I wouldn’t advise it,” He simpered. “But I’m sure Cullen will like the gift.”

“Was it obvious?”


You didn’t quite mind though.

You carefully collected a small set of them, ribboning it all together with a small string to keep safe.

From that point, you couldn’t wait to return.

You had made sure to keep it safe with you, tucked away delicately in a small gift box you had managed to purchase in a run in with a merchant.

And the moment you arrived back at Skyhold, you would be lying if you were to say you weren’t at least the slightest bit excited to give it to him.

Or, ecstatic.

“Hey there!” You beamed, opening the door to his office as gently as you were able, a smile immediately flooding onto his face.

“Hello love,” He hummed, greeting you with a fond kiss on your temple, simpering as your crinkled your nose. “I was hoping you’d stop by.”

You giggled gently, lacing your hand with his. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve taken care of myself well enough. Sera happens to be a bit more reckless when you’re not here to stop her. She replaced my ink with this awful invisible sort that I’m not entirely convinced Varric didn’t give her. We had to send back half of our reports because there wasn’t a damn thing on the page!”

He scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We all knew it was her when we came by the tavern and found her rolling on the floor with laughter.”

“That sounds like her,” You stifled your giggling, moving the small strands of hair that had found themselves curling about his features. “I’m sorry she did that, she means well, even if it is a bit chaotic.”

“I know that all too well,” He grinned faintly. “I”m sure just about everyone in the Inquisition is aware.”

You shifted your shoulders, excitement welling inside of you. “Well… I think I may have something to cheer you up…!”

He lit up in a moment’s notice, eyes widening like a surprised child with his curiosity.

“Is that so? What have you got for me?” He wondered, peering closer to you, his brows raised with a rare sort of interest from him.

“Why don’t you take a look and see?” You mused, reaching out his hands to set the small present in his palms. “I think you’ll like it!”

He opened it lightly, practically melting at the very sight of the flowers, a small breathy laugh escaping him. “Oh wow… they’re wonderful! I don’t think I’ve ever seen these before – what are they?”

“Gladiolus, when I saw them I couldn’t help but think of you,” You hummed. “They looked kind of closed off but were so bright and warm. I know it sounds silly but I… I don’t know.”

He gave a touched expression, speaking so quietly you assumed you might be able to hear a pin drop, the words clearly only meant for you.

“I love it, it’s perfect dear.” He purred, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, his smile only growing as you began to snicker, his stubble rubbing against your cheeks.

“I just wish I had somewhere to keep it…” He muttered, drawing back to look about his office, nearly drifting away to start searching.

Until you stopped him.

“It’s fine, here I’ve got an idea even,” You returned, taking out a few of the flower from their bind to slip behind his ear, Cullen clearing his throat sheepishly with his reddening face. “There! It’s perfect!”

“I ah – you think so?” He smirked. “You know, it actually reminds me of Rosalie. She’d made little crowns out of daffodils or daises in our mother’s garden. I always believed they were silly but… I like this.”

You beamed. “You do?”

He nodded, taking another small bit and wrapping it behind your own, messy strands tangling with the stems. “I do. And now, I have a reminder of the most wonderful person.”

You couldn’t help but soften, standing onto the tips of your toes to rest your forehead against his own. “I suppose I do too now don’t I?”

If he was trying to hide how that sent him soaring, he failed horribly, sinking against you so much so that the petals brushed began to brush against one another.

And for a rare time, despite everything outside those office doors you felt safe and filled to the brim with joy.

You always seemed to when you were with him.

And you knew by the utter adoration in his eyes, that so did he.

malec fic rec

 hello, once again lovelies! i’ve decided to do another malec fic rec! i had fun doing the last one. so i decided to make another one! 

something there that wasn’t there before . (wip) by toastbabeis  

summary: Beauty and the Beast!Malec AU

Alec is raised in an abusive household, causing a coldness to develop in his soul as he grows; a coldness far too similar to his fathers. A witch preys upon that weakness and gives him a chance to prove himself. But Alec fails, and is cursed to a life in the shadows, every move made to remind him that he is turning into the man he once feared.

Magnus lives with his mother in a small, countryside village in France. Made an outcast by simply having an education, he longs for a life outside the confines of ignorant minds. When his mother is captured by a beast in a weathered castle, Magnus gives his freedom for her safety.

A spell curses one, and freedom curses the other. Will they be able to get past their own troubles and find love?

like the dawn (you broke the dark) . (completed)  
by theonetruenorth

summary: This isn’t happening.

Alec watches, dumbstruck, as the peacekeepers pull Max from the crowd. The little boy is too frozen in shock to move. It’s his first reaping, the odds were in his favor, he’s not the one who was supposed to be picked.

This. Isn’t. Happening.

it’s a yes from me . (completed)
by ketz

summary: Reclusive singer Alec Lightwood has been taking some time away from the spotlight for a few years now. He has lost his inspiration, his reason to keep making music.

That is, until his manager, Luke Garroway, asks him to enter the panel of the ridiculous singing competition The Angel’s Voice. Alec only says yes because that means keeping an eye on Clary and Simon. He hates those fixed, degrading TV shows with a burning passion. Hopefully, Alec figures, he’ll get some inspiration back watching new comers try their luck on TV. Some of them are bound to be good.

It isn’t until Magnus Bane walks on stage, however, that Alec realizes just how right he is.

eyes on me . (completed) by clockworkswan

summary: When a new same-sex dancing rule gets people talking, Magnus Bane decides to take the jump from Latin to Ballroom in order to prove that change is a good thing. Looking for a new challenge, he’s determined to win the Ballroom Championships and be crowned victorious in the first same-sex partnership.Now all he needs is the right shoes, the right music, and the right partner.


Alec is well on his way to securing another victory for his parents’ prestigious dance school, yet a new face, and surprising feelings, might change that. When Magnus turns up, he sweeps more than dancing traditions off their feet.

As the competition rounds heat up, and dreams hang in the balance, can the pair prove themselves to a worldwide audience of fellow dreamers, critics and cynics?

so bright . (completed)
by lemonoclefox

summary:  “You want me,” Magnus says, “to pretend to be your boyfriend.”
He sounds wholly unimpressed, and Alec has a moment of panic when he hears it out loud.
“Yes,” he says. “Temporarily.”
“You want me to fake date you,” Magnus says flatly. It’s not even a question, but more a way of really driving the point home about how dumb the idea is.
“Pretty much.”.
Magnus narrows his eyes.
“You do realize that this never works out well in movies, right?” he says. “Ever.”
Alec feels a distinct sense of embarrassment creep up now.
“Look, I―”

Alec has come out, but that doesn’t stop his parents from their continuous attempts to set him up with a nice shadowhunter girl. So, what better way to finally get them off his back, than to say he has a boyfriend? Problem solved. Except they now apparently want to meet this guy, who doesn’t exist. Thankfully, Magnus Bane – who encouraged Alec to come out in the first place, and whose silent crush on Alec is just as bad as Alec’s crush on him – is more than happy to help. Even if the night doesn’t end up going entirely as planned.

what’s it gonna be . (completed)
by lemonoclefox

summary: Fairchild’s bakery is a second home to not just Magnus, but also to most of his found-family. As a pastry chef, he works long hours and takes great pride in his craft – so much so that he has little time or attention for much else. Least of all romance. After plenty of experience with heartbreak and disappointment, he has come to expect the worst from anything in that department, and the arrival of the wealthy Lightwoods in the neighborhood isn’t about to change that. Especially not when their eldest son might just be the most insufferable prick Magnus has ever met, no matter what anyone else has to say about the guy.

(aka the Pride & Prejudice/bakery AU no one asked for)

ship of dreams  . (wip) by magicandarchery and maleciseverything 

summary: The Alicante was called ‘unsinkable’ and the 'Ship of Dreams’; her maiden voyage would be taking many to a new life. For Magnus Bane it would be taking him back home, where he could start over again. For Alec Lightwood it would be taking him home in chains to a life his parents had meticulously planned for him. As the journey wore on they would find that their dreams for the future would change and as tragedy strikes they have to fight to survive to make these dreams a reality.

Or: The Titanic AU that no one but Lion bribed asked us to write

high expectations . (completed)  by  lecrit 

summary: Magnus has had a long day.

It was supposed to be a relaxing, lazy day in. He had planned on taking a long bath while listening to King Freddie and let the essential oils unwind the tension from his shoulders. Maybe he would have spiked up the whole thing with one of his homemade martinis.

Or the one where Magnus learns he shouldn’t make plans, Alec gets high on a potion, and the Chairman is sassy.

Part 4 of the Drunk Alec series.

expecto patronum . (completed)  by gaydemonium

summary: Alec is having trouble casting his Patronus so Magnus helps him out.

gardener for hire . (completed) by gaydemonium

summary: Magnus needs a landscaper to help with his lawn. Alec isn’t who he expects.

[Based on everything Matt said during his livechat]

the last thing i expected . (completed) by kouriarashi 

summary:  On every warlock’s 25th birthday, there’s a ritual to choose their perfect match. Normally it isn’t a big deal, but for Magnus Bane - the son of Asmodeus, an Underworld crime lord - it’s the party of the century. Everyone is more than a little surprised when Magnus’ match turns out to be the bartender, Alec … who’s actually an undercover police officer. Alec’s bosses want him to play along to get close to the organization, but Alec isn’t sure he can mislead the man who’s apparently his soulmate…

today your barista is… . (completed) by baneandgone 

summary: alec works in a coffeeshop. one day jace hijacks the chalkboard out front

(aka one of those 'today your barista is’ sign aus)

the-skyler-stuff  asked:

[hi me again sorry if this is spamming let me know I'm new at this] I loved the reactions to the pet giant snake and I am really curious about them reacting to Dadsona with a pet Parakeet that can talk and literally just snuggles with you at any time it can (apparently they're huge snuggly birds)

((ur fine bby don’t worry about it))


-teaches it curse words
-teaches it to say “Fuck you Joseph” whenever it sees Joseph
-likes to bring it out at parties to try and convince people it’s a demon bird
-is half successful because it snuggles into people’s necks but also whispers “fuck you”


-whenever Craig comes over the bird says “Bro!” and then Craig says “Bro!” and then they say “BRO!” back and forth for like five minutes until you have to beg Craig to stop
-he likes to hold it on his shoulder when he’s cooking. It’s very well behaved
-They both have the same amount of energy


-he teaches it to sing worship songs. They sing worship songs together at youth bible study
-in FACT kids start showing up a lot more because he brings the bird every week
-if he’s counseling someone that has it particularly rough he’ll ask you if they can snuggle with the bird afterwards


-he thinks this is the coolest thing
-the bird starts to mimic his laugh. It sounds hilarious when they laugh at the same time
-the bird sits between you two when you watch tv together


-Ernest teaches it bad words
-Ernest teaches it to say “Fuck you Hugo”
-Ernest gets grounded for a week
-Hugo actually really likes it and likes to scratch it’s little head while he’s working


-he builds a little outdoor shed thing in his garden where it can have a lot of space to fly around and sit in the sun
-when Lucien’s in a bad mood Damien releases it into his room to cheer him up

-he thinks the little thing is so dang funny
-it learns to mimic Mat’s perfect, perfect laugh
-whenever YOU’RE sad the bird with sit on your shoulder and repeat Mat’s laugh
-which Mat thinks is really cute

Golden Ghosts (20/20)

Summary: After months of planning and preparation, the five kings finally embark on their quest to the Nether to retrieve Geoff’s soul. At the same time, worlds are beginning to collide as Midas sets about his mission to return from the End.

A developing relationship promises peace between the kingdoms - but when old fears return to haunt them, it threatens to set the kings in conflict with each other once again.

Part 1  Part 19  AO3


Ray stepped through the portal into the Plains with practiced ease. His stomach no longer lurched at the transition - he moved as easily as if he was stepping into another room rather than travelling thousands of kilometres into an instant.

He emerged into the throne room of the Plains castle just as Gavin arrived through the Wild portal opposite him. Their eyes met as they appeared at the same time, and they shared a smile.

“Hey,” Ray called out, “I wondered when you were gonna come. You know what Geoff wants us here for?”

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What’s Your Number (USA, 2011)

Predictions: Nothing to predict! We predict our delight at this Chris Evans romp that takes place in Boston!

Plot: One day, Anna Faris, a typical mess of a human being, reads in some magazine for ladies that ladies have an average of 10.5 sexual partners in their lifetimes. If a lady has more than 20, she will die alone. THAT’S RIGHT, LADIES!!!! As soon as that 20th penis crosses the finish line into your vagina, you will perish/no one will marry you/all your eggs will dry up, etc.

At the time that Anna Faris reads this extremely scientific finding, she has only slept with 19 people, phew; so the next guy will surely be Mr. Right! But then, when he isn’t, she embarks on a desperate quest to track down all her exes, figuring that the only available solution is to marry one of them. A completely reasonable course of action, of course. How would Anna Faris or any other ladies get through the day without the solid advice of lady magazines??

Unfortunately, Anna Faris is not as good a Google-stalker as us some other people, nobody we know, might be. So she enlists the help of her hot naked neighbor Chris Evans, a stereotypically commitment-phobic musician, whom she pays for his assistance in food and the service of helping him get rid of one-night stands. Chris Evans helps her track down a motley array of ex-boyfriends, including psycho puppeteer Andy Samberg, formerly-fat Chris Pratt, and Martin Freeman, with whom Anna Faris APPARENTLY PRETENDED TO BE BRITISH, AND IT’S SO FUNNY, YOU GUYS, SO FUNNY.

Eventually, of course, as we all knew would happen, Chris Evans and Anna Faris catch feelings. They are spending all their time together, living in each other’s homes, having a grand old time, so, you know, it’s not like anyone saw that coming. But Anna Faris, obsessed with lady magazines as she is, doesn’t think Chris Evans is marriage material, so she COULDN’T POSSIBLY BE WITH HIM, even though his everything is amazing and they, like, are clearly in love. Instead, she throws him over for the annoyingly successful ex who’s been her #1 obsession since the search began (and whose phone number Chris Evans pretended not to have; shame on you, Chris Evans, but then again, you did catch feelings…TSK).

Long story short, Anna Faris eventually sees the error of her ways, ditches Annoyingly Successful Ex at her sister’s wedding, and rushes to find Chris Evans at a different wedding, where his band is playing. She crashes the joint, they confess their love, and later they bang. Further good news for Anna Faris: apparently she didn’t actually sleep with Aziz Ansari, so she IS within the 20-or-fewer-penises limit! Lucky her, she will not be burned at the stake. 

In conclusion, lady magazines know where it’s at, and nary a lady could ever find love without adhering to their instructions.

Best Scene: OBVIOUSLY THE SCENE where they play strip Horse in the Garden. Fucking amazing. Nothing has ever been so perfect. Runner-up: Chris Evans’s face when he realizes that Anna Faris spent her entire relationship with Martin Freeman speaking in a fake British accent. 

Worst Scene: Joel McHale, why so gross???? Don’t shake his hand, Chris Evans!!!!

Best Line: “I broke it. If you were on Twitter, you would know that already.” – Chris Evans, when Anna Faris asks where his coffeepot is, because apparently she’s some kind of social-media-less alien, and he’s in the midst of making her a Facebook???? In 2011?!?!

Worst Line: If, by “worst line,” you mean “totally bizarre attitude towards sex in the modern age,” how about that conversation where Annoyingly Successful Ex weirdly seems to think that, because they lost their virginities to each other, Anna Faris literally won’t have slept with anyone else in the intervening 10-15 years???? Run, Anna Faris. He is a weird dude. Could be a Duggar in disguise. STEALTH DUGGARS!!!!!!!! (…Do we make too many Duggar jokes?)

Highlights of the Watching Experience: EVERYTHING!!!!!!!! First of all, let us issue a disclaimer that when anything takes place in Boston, we’re wildly biased. Second of all, Chris Evans is a gem from heaven, and by that we mean, Sudbury. Third of all, this is a very funny and delightful movie, guest-starring every comedian you’ve ever known, and the relationship between Chris Evans and Anna Faris is incredibly charming, and their love confession doesn’t seem super weird, because we’ve actually seen them getting to know each other pretty well, and EVERYTHING IS AMAZING…except for the premise, which is like a terrible Victorian throwback. Kthxbye.

How Many POC in the Film: A fair number of black people, though not in major roles – Anna Faris’s sister’s friend, Chris Pratt’s new fiancée, Anna Faris’s gay politician ex, that singer at the wedding… No Asians, though. (Really? No Asians in Cambridge?? No Asians in scrubs in line for a sandwich at the deli????) Clearly this entire film somehow takes place in the one block of Boston that doesn’t feature a hospital or major university. #perpetuating stereotypes of ourselves sorryyyy #home sweet home

Alternate Scenes: Well… Assuming we’ve gone ahead and accepted this premise, this movie could pretty much stay exactly as it is, minus that last twist where we find out that she’s only at 20 after all. We would love for Chris Evans to be #21 and for Anna Faris to not care if he were #4785947389654. (Except, you know, if he were #4785947389654, practically one would wonder how she ever got anything else done in her life besides having sex. Shocking that she was holding down a job, really, before Joel McHale fired her.)

Also, maybe a scene that explained how Anna Faris was supporting herself through what seems to be possibly months of unemployment.

Was the Poster Better or Worse than the Film: …Worse? Minus the tagline, the poster is the story of local businesswoman Anna Faris trying to pick up Chris Evans, a townie bartender. “What’s your number?” she slurs, sloshing her vodka cranberry. “It’s time for you to go,” he says, patiently. “Let me give you my number!” she insists, and scrawls down an illegible collection of digits. (Spoiler alert: he never calls her, because he cannot read her napkin. The end.) 

Score: 8.5 out of 10 lady-magazine-unsanctioned smooches. Tsk.

Ranking: 7, out of the 85 movies we’ve seen so far.

Ten Things I Have Learned (by Milton Glaser)
  1. You can only work for people that you like. This is a curious rule and it took me a long time to learn because in fact at the beginning of my practice I felt the opposite. Professionalism required that you didn’t particularly like the people that you worked for or at least maintained an arms length relationship to them, which meant that I never had lunch with a client or saw them socially. Then some years ago I realised that the opposite was true. I discovered that all the work I had done that was meaningful and significant came out of an affectionate relationship with a client. And I am not talking about professionalism; I am talking about affection. I am talking about a client and you sharing some common ground. That in fact your view of life is someway congruent with the client, otherwise it is a bitter and hopeless struggle.

  2. If you have a choice never have a job. One night I was sitting in my car outside Columbia University where my wife Shirley was studying Anthropology. While I was waiting I was listening to the radio and heard an interviewer ask “Now that you have reached 75 have you any advice for our audience about how to prepare for your old age?” An irritated voice said “Why is everyone asking me about old age these days?” I recognised the voice as John Cage. I am sure that many of you know who he was—the composer and philosopher who influenced people like Jasper Johns and Merce Cunningham as well as the music world in general. I knew him slightly and admired his contribution to our times. “You know, I do know how to prepare for old age” he said. “Never have a job, because if you have a job someday someone will take it away from you and then you will be unprepared for your old age. For me, it has always been the same every since the age of 12. I wake up in the morning and I try to figure out how am I going to put bread on the table today? It is the same at 75, I wake up every morning and I think how am I going to put bread on the table today? I am exceedingly well prepared for my old age” he said.

  3. Some people are toxic, avoid them. This is a subtext of number one. There was in the sixties a man named Fritz Perls who was a gestalt therapist. Gestalt therapy derives from art history, it proposes you must understand the ‘whole’ before you can understand the details. What you have to look at is the entire culture, the entire family and community and so on. Perls proposed that in all relationships people could be either toxic or nourishing towards one another. It is not necessarily true that the same person will be toxic or nourishing in every relationship, but the combination of any two people in a relationship produces toxic or nourishing consequences. And the important thing that I can tell you is that there is a test to determine whether someone is toxic or nourishing in your relationship with them. Here is the test: you have spent some time with this person, either you have a drink or go for dinner or you go to a ball game. It doesn’t matter very much but at the end of that time you observe whether you are more energised or less energised. Whether you are tired or whether you are exhilarated. If you are more tired then you have been poisoned. If you have more energy you have been nourished. The test is almost infallible and I suggest that you use it for the rest of your life.

  4. Professionalism is not enough or the good is the enemy of the great. Early in my career I wanted to be professional, that was my complete aspiration in my early life because professionals seemed to know everything —not to mention they got paid for it. Later I discovered after working for a while that professionalism itself was a limitation. After all, what professionalism means in most cases is diminishing risks. So if you want to get your car fixed you go to a mechanic who knows how to deal with transmission problems in the same way each time. I suppose if you needed brain surgery you wouldn’t want the doctor to fool around and invent a new way of connecting your nerve endings. Please do it in the way that has worked in the past.

    Unfortunately in our field, in the so–called creative—I hate that word because it is misused so often. I also hate the fact that it is used as a noun. Can you imagine calling someone a creative? Anyhow, when you are doing something in a recurring way to diminish risk or doing it in the same way as you have done it before, it is clear why professionalism is not enough. After all, what is required in our field, more than anything else, is the continuous transgression. Professionalism does not allow for that because transgression has to encompass the possibility of failure and if you are professional your instinct is not to fail, it is to repeat success. So professionalism as a lifetime aspiration is a limited goal.

  5. Less is not necessarily more. Being a child of modernism I have heard this mantra all my life. Less is more. One morning upon awakening I realised that it was total nonsense, it is an absurd proposition and also fairly meaningless. But it sounds great because it contains within it a paradox that is resistant to understanding. But it simply does not obtain when you think about the visual of the history of the world. If you look at a Persian rug, you cannot say that less is more because you realise that every part of that rug, every change of colour, every shift in form is absolutely essential for its aesthetic success. You cannot prove to me that a solid blue rug is in any way superior. That also goes for the work of Gaudi, Persian miniatures, art nouveau and everything else. However, I have an alternative to the proposition that I believe is more appropriate. “Just enough is more.”

  6. Style is not to be trusted. I think this idea first occurred to me when I was looking at a marvellous etching of a bull by Picasso. It was an illustration for a story by Balzac called “The Hidden Masterpiece”. I am sure that you all know it. It is a bull that is expressed in 12 different styles going from very naturalistic version of a bull to an absolutely reductive single line abstraction and everything else along the way. What is clear just from looking at this single print is that style is irrelevant. In every one of these cases, from extreme abstraction to acute naturalism they are extraordinary regardless of the style. It’s absurd to be loyal to a style. It does not deserve your loyalty. I must say that for old design professionals it is a problem because the field is driven by economic consideration more than anything else. Style change is usually linked to economic factors, as all of you know who have read Marx. Also fatigue occurs when people see too much of the same thing too often. So every ten years or so there is a stylistic shift and things are made to look different.

    Typefaces go in and out of style and the visual system shifts a little bit. If you are around for a long time as a designer, you have an essential problem of what to do. I mean, after all, you have developed a vocabulary, a form that is your own. It is one of the ways that you distinguish yourself from your peers, and establish your identity in the field. How you maintain your own belief system and preferences becomes a real balancing act. The question of whether you pursue change or whether you maintain your own distinct form becomes difficult. We have all seen the work of illustrious practitioners that suddenly look old–fashioned or, more precisely, belonging to another moment in time. And there are sad stories such as the one about Cassandre, arguably the greatest graphic designer of the twentieth century, who couldn’t make a living at the end of his life and committed suicide.

    But the point is that anybody who is in this for the long haul has to decide how to respond to change in the zeitgeist. What is it that people now expect that they formerly didn’t want? And how to respond to that desire in a way that doesn’t change your sense of integrity and purpose.

  7. How you live changes your brain. The brain is the most responsive organ of the body. Actually it is the organ that is most susceptible to change and regeneration of all the organs in the body. I have a friend named Gerald Edelman who was a great scholar of brain studies and he says that the analogy of the brain to a computer is pathetic. The brain is actually more like an overgrown garden that is constantly growing and throwing off seeds, regenerating and so on. And he believes that the brain is susceptible, in a way that we are not fully conscious of, to almost every experience of our life and every encounter we have. I was fascinated by a story in a newspaper a few years ago about the search for perfect pitch. A group of scientists decided that they were going to find out why certain people have perfect pitch. You know certain people hear a note precisely and are able to replicate it at exactly the right pitch. Some people have relevant pitch; perfect pitch is rare even among musicians. The scientists discovered—I don’t know how—that among people with perfect pitch the brain was different. Certain lobes of the brain had undergone some change or deformation that was always present with those who had perfect pitch. This was interesting enough in itself. But then they discovered something even more fascinating. If you took a bunch of kids and taught them to play the violin at the age of 4 or 5 after a couple of years some of them developed perfect pitch, and in all of those cases their brain structure had changed. Well what could that mean for the rest of us? We tend to believe that the mind affects the body and the body affects the mind, although we do not generally believe that everything we do affects the brain. I am convinced that if someone was to yell at me from across the street my brain could be affected and my life might changed. That is why your mother always said, “Don’t hang out with those bad kids.” Mama was right. Thought changes our life and our behaviour. I also believe that drawing works in the same way. I am a great advocate of drawing, not in order to become an illustrator, but because I believe drawing changes the brain in the same way as the search to create the right note changes the brain of a violinist. Drawing also makes you attentive. It makes you pay attention to what you are looking at, which is not so easy.

  8. Doubt is better than certainty. Everyone always talks about confidence in believing what you do. I remember once going to a class in yoga where the teacher said that, spirituality speaking, if you believed that you had achieved enlightenment you have merely arrived at your limitation. I think that is also true in a practical sense.

    Deeply held beliefs of any kind prevent you from being open to experience, which is why I find all firmly held ideological positions questionable. It makes me nervous when someone believes too deeply or too much. I think that being sceptical and questioning all deeply held beliefs is essential. Of course we must know the difference between scepticism and cynicism because cynicism is as much a restriction of one’s openness to the world as passionate belief is. They are sort of twins. And then in a very real way, solving any problem is more important than being right.

    There is a significant sense of self–righteousness in both the art and design world. Perhaps it begins at school. Art school often begins with the Ayn Rand model of the single personality resisting the ideas of the surrounding culture. The theory of the avant garde is that as an individual you can transform the world, which is true up to a point. One of the signs of a damaged ego is absolute certainty.

    Schools encourage the idea of not compromising and defending your work at all costs. Well, the issue at work is usually all about the nature of compromise. You just have to know what to compromise. Blind pursuit of your own ends which excludes the possibility that others may be right does not allow for the fact that in design we are always dealing with a triad—the client, the audience and you.

    Ideally, making everyone win through acts of accommodation is desirable. But self–righteousness is often the enemy. Self–righteousness and narcissism generally come out of some sort of childhood trauma, which we do not have to go into. It is a consistently difficult thing in human affairs. Some years ago I read a most remarkable thing about love, that also applies to the nature of co–existing with others. It was a quotation from Iris Murdoch in her obituary. It read “Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.” Isn’t that fantastic! The best insight on the subject of love that one can imagine.

  9. On aging. Last year someone gave me a charming book by Roger Rosenblatt called “Ageing Gracefully” I got it on my birthday. I did not appreciate the title at the time but it contains a series of rules for ageing gracefully. The first rule is the best. Rule number one is that “it doesn’t matter.” “It doesn’t matter what you think. Follow this rule and it will add decades to your life. It does not matter if you are late or early, if you are here or there, if you said it or didn’t say it, if you are clever or if you were stupid. If you were having a bad hair day or a no hair day or if your boss looks at you cockeyed or your boyfriend or girlfriend looks at you cockeyed, if you are cockeyed. If you don’t get that promotion or prize or house or if you do—it doesn’t matter.” Wisdom at last.

    Then I heard a marvellous joke that seemed related to rule number 10. A butcher was opening his market one morning and as he did a rabbit popped his head through the door. The butcher was surprised when the rabbit inquired “Got any cabbage?” The butcher said “This is a meat market—we sell meat, not vegetables.” The rabbit hopped off. The next day the butcher is opening the shop and sure enough the rabbit pops his head round and says “You got any cabbage?” The butcher now irritated says “Listen you little rodent I told you yesterday we sell meat, we do not sell vegetables and the next time you come here I am going to grab you by the throat and nail those floppy ears to the floor.” The rabbit disappeared hastily and nothing happened for a week. Then one morning the rabbit popped his head around the corner and said “Got any nails?” The butcher said “No.” The rabbit said “Ok. Got any cabbage?”

  10. Tell the truth. The rabbit joke is relevant because it occurred to me that looking for a cabbage in a butcher’s shop might be like looking for ethics in the design field. It may not be the most obvious place to find either. It’s interesting to observe that in the new AIGA’s code of ethics there is a significant amount of useful information about appropriate behaviour towards clients and other designers, but not a word about a designer’s relationship to the public.

    We expect a butcher to sell us eatable meat and that he doesn’t misrepresent his wares. I remember reading that during the Stalin years in Russia that everything labelled veal was actually chicken. I can’t imagine what everything labelled chicken was.

    We can accept certain kinds of misrepresentation, such as fudging about the amount of fat in his hamburger but once a butcher knowingly sells us spoiled meat we go elsewhere. As a designer, do we have less responsibility to our public than a butcher?

    Everyone interested in licensing our field might note that the reason licensing has been invented is to protect the public not designers or clients. ‘Do no harm’ is an admonition to doctors concerning their relationship to their patients, not to their fellow practitioners or the drug companies. If we were licensed, telling the truth might become more central to what we do.

Please take a moment to imagine Enjolras and Marius as best men at the Courferre wedding  

  • Enjolras is scandalized when Courf tells him first because what, he can totally handle this on his own, he can do that, he doesn’t need help but he agrees because Courf says it’s really important to him and Enjolras promises to be ‘nice’ because it’s not about him, it’s about his friends and yeah, also he is going to be the BEST BEST MAN OF ALL TIME, JUST YOU WAIT
  • and Marius is just …. sooooo happy and moved when Courf tells him
  •  then he’s mortified
  • so the first time Enjolras and Marius meet to talk about the whole thing Enjolras pulls it off to look extremely terrifying sitting on the floor in the living room between stacks of wedding catalogues
  • there are a lot of long silences, glares from Enjolras and polite (nervous) throat-clearing from Marius who knows surprisingly much about flowers (gardening with Mabeauf), cakes (baking with Cosette) and music (living with Courf)
  • and Enjolras begrudgingly admits to Courf then that alright, Pontmercy might possibly, actually be quite useful
  • alright maybe more than useful because he had no idea there even was a different between powder blue and light blue
  • so eventually, after more silences and more throat clearing, they form this really strange yet effective sort of co-operating where Marius makes the creative choices and Enjolras does all the phone calling and talking to people to get them exactly what they want
  • and in the end the wedding is just positively perfect
  • and they’re supposed to make their best man speeches but they’re both like really emotional and Enjolras who was supposed to go first but has a really hard time keeping it together right then is like, ‘No, no, you go first’
  • and Marius is like, ‘What no, you should go first’ because he wants to be confident and witty and make a great speech and he really is about to cry okay
  • so they go on like ‘No, without you none of this would have never worked so well’, ‘No, really, you did all the actual work’, ‘but you spend ages working out that colour scheme’, ‘but you’ve been so great arranging the seating plan’ and continue saying what an amazing best man the other one is while getting louder and more chocked with every sentence
  • (everyone starts to get really amused/confused)
  • and in the end Marius is like, ‘but you’ve known them for longer, you’re really more important’ and Enjolras just cuts him off like, ‘Shut the fuck up Pontmercy, you’re an amazing, DEVOTED, LOYAL FRIEND AND I’M SO FUCKING GLAD MY BEST FRIEND HAS A FRIEND LIKE YOU’
  • and Marius just stares at him for a moment until he says, ‘me too’
  • and Enjolras is like, ‘good’ while he’s not so discretely sniffling and Marius is not much better and then Courf is like, ‘boys’ and hugs them both and in the end all three of them are crying and Ferre is crying because Courf is so happy and he’s so happy
  • and in the end Chetta has to read the speeches because she’s the only one who can actually keep it together for five minutes
Three Little Words, a Ryan Haywood x Reader Fic

Summary: Despite having been together for over 2 years, Ryan has never uttered the words “I Love You” to you. But when he does, he does it with fervor.
W/C: 1,568
Notes: WOW look at that a prompt from January finally getting filled…in April. I’m so sorry wow. Also I married this prompt with the one where the reader is Geoff’s little sister, sorry they didn’t each get their own fic.

“So, how are things going with Ryan? Any signs of the big question yet?”

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