how do you even colour this show

dave ubercharge’s really good meme baking tutorial

i serve the people.

i usually use paint, photoshop cs6, and paint tool sai, but you can do this on just ps. the reason i also use sai is to speed up the ‘saving as jpeg multiple times’ thing, and i think sai’s low quality jpeg is lower quality than ps’. without further ado:

1. pick the text. this is the most important step, of course. for this tutorial, i will be using the text ‘my nipples are fucking frozen’. i said this in a competitive match once when i was very cold. we still won.

2. pick a relevant image to use as the background. you can also use a solid colour or whatever else you want, but i think images are funnier. i’m gonna use a picture of a blizzard from google images (filtered ‘labelled for reuse with modification’).

3. apply the text to the image. i do this on paint because i’m fucking lazy and the kinda but kinda not anti-aliased text edges are funny to me. you can do this on photoshop. i use large size (large being relative to the image) bolded and italicized arial.

i gave myself a bit more canvas space for the next step.

4. apply the same text on top in a darker/lighter colour. i like putting it to the upper left of the original text. with ps, you can just fiddle around with the 2nd text layer to get it in the right position. with paint, you might have to try wiggling the text box a few times. it’s a waste of time compared to ps but for me, it’s just a part of the process making the end product funnier.

make sure your text is visible on top of the image! if it’s not, no biggie, use the fill bucket or just try different colours.

5. apply an overlay on top if desired. red is funny, but it doesn’t really work with what i want on this specific image, so i’m gonna use blue. it doesn’t really matter because the following steps are gonna ruin the colours anyway.

i used a light blue with linear burn. i saved it as a .jpeg after this.

remember to have lowest quality. even on this small version, you can see the start to the terrible things this image is going to endure!

6. here’s the fun part! you can mix these steps up, but i’ll just show how i more or less usually do it. go to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen. you can fiddle with the sliders and whatever.

save the image as a .jpeg again.

7. go to filter > blur > motion blur OR filter > blur > radial blur. motion blur is the diagonal (or up/down, or left/right) blur, radial blur has both the spinny and zoom blur. you can use more than one, if you want. since my abomination is already kind of annoying to read, i’m going to be light-handed with a spinny radial blur.

wow! that already looks pretty fucking bad, but we can go further:

8. go back to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen and apply that again. you can also do more overlays and blurring.

i decided to do all of that. here it is with another blue overlay, motion blur, and radial (zoom) blur.

i changed the sharpen settings before sharpening it again. do whatever you think looks good (or bad).

here’s the final image:

you can keep going, but i have stuff to do. some better baked images of mine:

i have a thing for 1. cropping the text weirdly and 2. red

other stuff you can do includes:

  1. doing both (or 3+) text layers on paint with a white bg, then stretching it weirdly before pasting it on the image bg (transparent selection, 2ndary colour should be white)
  2. using the fucking impact font for bad memes
  3. using lens flare (funnier if you have eyes in the image)
  4. stretching/distorting the image at any point
  5. using other filters, ps has plenty. experiment!
  6.  repenting

the beauty of this is that if you make mistakes, you can just re-bake the image, apply more effects, and it probably makes the image funnier.

Seventeen Reaction: Finding out their crush has tattoos

||| @au-writer asked:  how would seventeen react to finding out the sweet girl they have a crush on is covered in tattoos that she alwyas covers up. |||


S.Coups/Choi Seungcheol

Originally posted by scoupstv

You fell asleep on his couch and hoping he could tickle you awake he came to you from behind and lifted your shirt revealing the tattoo.

“Woah!!” he screamed waking you up.

“What? What happened?” you jumped wide awake.

“Bad girl, how come you never told me you have a tattoo?”


Yoon Jeonghan

Originally posted by jeonfhan

He was standing behind you in a queue when he noticed something on your neck. He brushed your hair off and saw the tattoo.

“What are you doing?” you asked turning around.

“That’s a lovely tattoo you have there.”


Joshua/Hong Jisoo

Originally posted by performanceunit

You handed him the book he asked for.

“Thanks. Wait what?” he said pulling you closer and pointing at the tattoo on your wrist.

“Was this always here?”


Jun/Wen Junhui

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots

You playfully tried to kick him while watching TV when he caught you by the ankle.

“And what do we have here?”


Hoshi/Kwon Soonyoung

Originally posted by minghaon

When you casually told him you had tattoos he was shocked.

“I have been in the friendzone for how many years and you only tell me now?”

“Wait. Could you repeat what you just said?” 

“Nevermind.” he said quickly leaving the room.


Jeon Wonwoo

Originally posted by soonrongs

You were putting your hair in a bun when he noticed the tattoo on your shoulder. He kept silent so he could enjoy the view from behind.


Kim Mingyu

Originally posted by moncheriwonwoo

He found your little tattoo behind your ear really adorable.

“Why is it so small? Were you afraid of the pain to get a bigger one?” he laughed.


Woozi/Lee Jihoon

Originally posted by kittykatkwon

He saw your tattoo by accident when he walked in on you changing. He was too embarrassed to ask you about it after that though and just waited for you to tell him yourself.


DK/Lee Seokmin

Originally posted by livinthediamondlife

You were at the pool when he saw the tattoo on your thigh.

“That makes her even sexier.” he thought.


The8/Xu Minghao

Originally posted by iislaywhores

You were playing truth or dare when you told him you have a few tattoos.

“Would you dare show them to me?”


Boo Seungkwan

Originally posted by wonnhao

When he found out about your tattoos he got really interested in them.

“How many do you have? Was it painful? How long did it take? Do you have ones in colour?”

“Seungkwan, one question at a time, please?”


Hansol Vernon

Originally posted by busyprocrastinate

“Were you trying to hide this one?” he asked looking down your back through your shirt.

“I was going to tell you.”

“Were you now? When?” he smirked.


Dino/Lee Chan

Originally posted by hosoeks

When he noticed your heart shaped tattoo he got all worried.

“Do you perhaps have someone, you know like a boyfriend?”

“No, why?”

“Nevermind.” he said relieved.


A/N: Feel free to request more reactions, scenarios etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😀

In bed with... Yuta

MASTERLIST

Okay, so I know I’ve been prolonging this for a while but it was because of my short hiatus and then I read it and had to edit it because it was utter crap tbh it still is I just hope you like it and yeah :-) I’m blessing your eyes js  ^_^


In bed with… series:

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

i know i use this gif for literally every fucking reaction but i am obsessed with it bc of his thighs. when we get more thigh action, i promise to stop lmao actually not really :-)

Originally posted by sour-satang

gdi flo i used all the good gifs in my making out with yuta post dbaibd check it out for some cool gifs of yuta ok

Keep reading

title: One-Ply Promises

rating: t

pairing: Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia

summary: Of all of the stupid shit Lucy has done while drunk, entering a contract with a demon probably takes the cake. The icing on said cake, however, is the fact that neither of the two know what the terms of the contract are. Until they figure it out, Lucy is stuck living with a demon who doesn’t really understand the concept of keeping a low profile.

chapter one: Always Read the Terms and Conditions

ffn link


He has fucking horns.

“Hi.” The horned man is sitting on her desk and moving his legs back and forth as if he’s on a swing and not very cheap, breakable material. “I’m looking for someone.”

Lucy points towards the door. She is beyond hungover right now, and frankly, cosplayers hanging out in her room at - she checks her phone - nine in the fucking morning doesn’t begin to make her list of the top ten weirdest things to have gone down in res. It doesn’t even make her top fifty, really.

“You know who Lucy Heartfilia is?” Horned-man asks.

Should she call the cops? Probably. Is she going to? Probably not. Lucy bobs her head (bad move, bad move, gravity doubles down for a solid ten seconds what the fuck, physics-) and waves at her face listlessly. Horned-man brightens. The blonde feels her stomach roil in response. Ugh. It’s way too early to be that chipper for anyone.

“Hi! I’m E.N.D., but you can call me Natsu! I’m a demon. You made a contract with me last night.” He hops down and fishes around in his pocket as he walks towards her bed, retrieving a neatly folded square of toilet paper which he holds out to her. She squints. She can make out her signature but the rest looks a lot like her lecture notes when she’s doing them half asleep. Definitely her writing and definitely illegible.

“I was directed to this room after you signed it and then you showed up later, but you know how drunk people are; you could have been anyone just looking for an empty room to crash! So I had to wait to confirm,” he explains. “Now, do you remember what the terms of the contract are? Because I can’t read what you’ve written.”

Lucy can’t even remember the word for the colour of her walls at the moment, but she can’t vocalize that quip thanks to the desert that has made its home in her mouth. She settles for a thumbs down. Horned-man (Naruto? She swears it’s Naruto) laughs nervously. “We, uh, might have a problem.”

Besides the fact that I’ve somehow made a contract with a demon? Wait, what? Demon? Whoa, back up. Demon. Like, actual demon ohmygod what-

“I can’t get back to Hell until I fulfill the terms of this contract.”

Oh, hell.

“I’m gonna be stuck here with you,” he says. “So, uh. Hi?”

Lucy opens her mouth and her stomach decides that right then is the perfect time to empty itself all over Naruto-demon-dude’s white pants. Because what better way to greet her new roommate than with nacho-and-martini flavoured upchuck?

dear //the signs//,

dear //aries//: why do you move so fast? you’re so caught up in yourself you’re missing what’s around you, slow down and look around. one day you’re going to be old and on your death bed unable to breathe, not because your lungs are failing, but because you regret taking everything for granted. stop thinking about yourself and being so impatient. things don’t grow under stress, they die. 

dear //taurus//: you cant buy your own happiness. sure, it makes you feel better but it doesn’t fill the emptiness in your chest. stop expecting everything to happen for you, being lazy isn’t going to get you anywhere and sure isn’t going to help the situation. fixing the problem isn’t losing the fight, it’s putting everything else beside and showing you have a heart of gold you didn’t need your money to buy. 

dear //gemini//: using people’s weaknesses against them and using your underhand tactics isn’t winning. you’re so superficial you come off shallow, you need to let people in, just like how they let you in. but doing what you’re doing isn’t going to get you there. you cant expect everything and give nothing in return. telling someone your favourite colour isn’t going to kill you, let them in even in the smallest ways. if you don’t you’re gonna end up alone, and no one is going to care. not everyone is going to hurt you.

dear //cancer//: feeling sorry for yourself isn’t going to make it better. not everything is intended to hurt you and making it a big deal is going to cause unnecessary problems. you can be oversensitive but that doesn’t mean your feelings are invalid, it’s just that person didn’t mean to insult you, it was only a joke so instead of pouting, laugh along and maybe everything will stop being so hurtful and you can see the world isn’t revolving around you, you can hopefully see how beautiful it all is.

dear //leo//: not everything about you has to be a grand gesture or so goddamn pretentious. we already know how much you’re worth and so many people already want a piece of you. you’re giving it to them so much, you’re changing yourself to be the most known person in the room. you’re better as your true self. if you show too much, people are gonna see the gold in you and try to steal it. being the talk of everyone comes with just as many insults as it does compliments. you don’t need to do all that shit to be noticed.

dear //virgo//: being fussy over what you want and then being cold once it’s been given to you isn’t okay. people try hard to please you and its so hard for them. they’re just trying, why cant you see that? why does everything have to be so perfect for you? people don’t try forever, and i know you’re inflexible from changing your opinion, but you cant keep this going. being so cold. people are going to leave and not even your bed is going to be warm anymore.

dear //libra//: changing your mind at the last minute all the time is going to get you left out of plans and events. you’re unreliable and indecisive. the weight on your back from the foundations you built are going to crack if you cant keep your mind on one thing and you keep going along with different ideas. i know you just wanna follow all the paths your mind makes, but if you do that, your towers are going crumble and you’re going to be sitting on the rocks alone rather than in skyscrapers with your friends. you can’t keep rebuilding forever, make up your mind.

dear //scorpio//: why couldn’t you see they loved you and only you? why did you have to trick them into something they already were doing? they weren’t going anywhere, they didn’t want to. keeping them locked up like a possession is only going to make them want to be further away. you have to start trusting them. they only ever wanted you to do that, why couldn’t you? the saying “if you love them let them go” doesn’t always mean break it off with them, it can mean don’t watch their every move and let them have some freedom. trust. them. before you lose them completely.

dear //sagittarius//: people can’t assume what you’re feeling. being unemotional is only going to make people leave. warmth is physical love and if you’re cold everyone isn’t going to give you the love you need, you need to give it back. it isn’t philosophical to be so unresponsive to emotions. you cant keep this up forever, your walls will break and no one is going to be around to pick up the pieces because you would’ve made them all leave. they just wanted to know how you were doing.

dear //capricorn//:  talking to you is like talking to a brick wall, you’re living in a black and white world with your lacking of imagination. people wanna live in colour, it isn’t the 1970′s anymore. bossing people around isn’t going to get them to listen. don’t be proud of making everyone listen to you. that’s how uprisings happen. listen to what people have to say, let them inspire the ideas i know you have in your mind somewhere. if you don’t change, your empire is going to fall and all your friends are going to be the one’s knocking down the door.

dear //aquarius//:  being so far away from everyone on earth isn’t going to get you any closer to the aliens that might not even be out there. you don’t need to hide your emotions to come off cool and distant, if anything they’re just making you seem unwilling to show affection or establish connections with anybody. i know you like to be alone, but sooner or later you’re just going to be lonely. and when you come back down from the atmosphere, no one’s going to be around for you to call home.

dear //pisces//: feeling sorry for yourself isn’t going to make everyone else around you do the same. you cant escape all your problems by hiding the truth or playing innocent. you need to face what you’ve done and stop acting like everyone else is in the wrong. people aren’t gonna feel sorry for you anymore if you’re so self-pitying, you already do that enough and people are going to grow tired.


**check your moon as well**

FAQ

I just got a succulent and I don’t know how to take care of it, any tips? 

Succulents (and all plants) need 3 things: sun, water, and nutrients

Sun:

Most succulents prefer bright sun, and will show their best colours under full sun (at least 8 hours of direct sun a day). However they need to be acclimatized to full sun slowly! And of course, there are others that do okay with less sun and might even burn in harsh direct sun. Generally a few hours of direct sun a day will be enough to keep most succulents alive. 

Water:

Most succulents don’t like too much water. You can water them whenever their leaves start to wrinkle, which could take a couple days to a couple months. Some have winter growing cycles and some have summer growing cycles - they need more water when they’re growing.

Nutrients: 

Most succulents live in nutrient-poor soil with very little organic matter. It’s possible to raise happy plants in pure pumice, or pure water culture. They don’t really need much fertilising and can take care of themselves as long as they have enough sunlight. 

The key is to balance all three so that your plants are happy! Plants use sun, water, and nutrients in proportional amounts. So if your plant gets loads and loads of sun, it may need watering more often, and will be happy in a richer soil. If your plant doesn’t get much sun, then too much water will quickly kill it, while rich soil will cause it to grow a lot, but upwards and with floppy green leaves etiolating). One common issue is plants which get very little light but are planted in very rich soil and overwatered. They etiolate quickly and flop over or fall prey to mealybugs/rot. So it’s important to balance all the conditions according to your climate. 

For me, there’s definitely very hot direct sun for hours a day, but it’s also generally humid and rains everyday. So I pot most succulents in 50%-100% pumice, which helps prevent rot. In a dry sunny climate, they would do better in a richer soil. There isn’t one definite soil mix or watering schedule to suit all plants/gardeners, so do experiment with conditions and see what your plant responds to well :) 

HELP, there are bugs on my plant!!

White fuzz (usually at the joint between leaf and stem, OR on roots): Mealybugs. BAD. Sometimes accompanied/carried over by ants. 

White/yellow/brown/reddish round spots on leafs that can be scraped off: Scale insects. BAD. 

8 Legs, cute face: Spider. GOOD. (Will eat other bugs) 

IF you’ve never changed the soil since you bought it, now might be a good time to do so. Bugs generally have certain preferred conditions (temperature, humidity), so if it suddenly happened, maybe it’s caused by the weather or a sudden change in environment. If it’s scale insects or other insects that attack the plant, definitely get rid of them and change the soil. You can wash them off with water or try white oil (recipe here: https://cactusandrain.tumblr.com/post/158558685870/white-oil-aka-mealybug-death-spray-also-works ). Good luck!

How do I propagate my succulent? 

My propagation guides are here: https://cactusandrain.tumblr.com/tagged/propagation-tutorial 

Reasons you should definitely read Radio Silence by Alice Oseman:

- Uses the words ‘bisexual’, ‘asexual’ and ‘demisexual’ and doesn’t use the ‘slutty bisexual’ stereotype.

- Of five main characters, four are lgbt+

- Of five main characters, three are people of colour.

- Talks about the fact that you don’t need to get good grades to be successful

- Shows other types of abuse and how parents can be abusive without harming their children

- Female and male protag do not end up together

- Female protag does not end up in a relationship at all

- Not a romance book whatsoever but discusses sexuality in a way that’s not preachy

- Shows that, even if you get good grades, you are not selfish or wrong to go follow your less academic passions

- It’s so freaking good and the author draws her characters ( @spacezeros ) and I just love it so darn much 

We Are One Mess - Stafou

Things are going well for LeFou.

Belle and Maurice appear to have forgiven him and everyone in the village is making sure he knows he isn’t blamed for a thing. LeFou notices there is a lightness in his steps that hasn’t been there for a very long time.

“Bonjour!” LeFou smiles at Agatha, nodding as a way of greeting. He makes his way over to the tavern, the sun setting and painting the sky a combination of beautiful reds and pinks.

As he opens the door the tavern he is immediately greeted by laughter and other noises and he smiles as he hops onto one of the stools at the bar. This isn’t so bad.

A beer is slid in front of him and when he looks up, he sees Stanley grinning at him. “LeFou.” Stanley slides onto the stool next to him, their elbows touching. LeFou takes a big gulp of his beer. “How was your day?” It is such a simple question, but the smile that Stanley sends in his direction causes LeFou’s heart to flutter. “I uh- I went to the castle. Belle had something she wanted to show me.” LeFou shrugs. He wouldn’t tell Stanley about the reading lessons he was getting from Belle. Not yet.

“How was yours?’ He asks instead. “It was – ah, uneventful.” Stanley ducks his head, his cheeks colouring slightly darker than usual. “Want to get out of here?” “We can go back to mine if you want?” LeFou offers as an answer, smiling slightly. Stanley merely nods.

As soon as the pair felt like there was nobody around that could see them, Stanley’s hand found LeFou’s and the two continued to walk to LeFou’s small cottage hand in hand. LeFou allowed Stanley to enter his tiny house before him, taking his jacket, hanging it over one of the squeaky old dining chairs and closing the door. As soon as the door falls shut, Stanley’s arms are around LeFou, embracing him tightly. LeFou lets out a little sound, before relaxing into the embrace and burying his face in the crook of Stanley’s neck. “I missed you today.” Stanley mutters and LeFou hums. “I did too.” The pair breaks apart, smiling softly at one another. Stanley grabs his bag, pulling out a small package carrying the logo of LeFou’s favourite baker. Stanley sits down and slides the package to LeFou.

“What’s this?” LeFou picks up the box, a big smile plastered on his face. “A little something for my favourite person.” LeFou opens the box, taking out a cupcake, a delicate little sugar flower on top of it as decoration. LeFou leans over the table, pressing a small kiss on Stanley’s cheek.

Yes, things are going well for LeFou.

*

Some days, things are not going so well for LeFou.

On days he doesn’t spend with Stanley, insecurities and doubt fill his mind and heart, suffocating him. Stanley is without a doubt the most important person in LeFou’s life. He’s funny, handsome, kind, caring and just about everything LeFou isn’t.

Stanley can get everyone he desired, especially now that Gaston – Well, let’s just say Gaston isn’t snatching away any of the village’s ladies anymore.  He can be with someone he can show off to the entire village, something he most definitely cannot with LeFou.

LeFou looks at himself in the mirror, hating how his reflection isn’t fully visible, his sides being too wide. (Never mind the fact that if he takes a step backwards, he will be) He lets out a frustrating groan.

“What are you doing mon amour?” LeFou turns around at once, facing Stanley with his tear-stained face. “Oh, LeFou.” Stanley coos, stepping closer to his lover. “I just want to be skinny.” LeFou sniffles. “Why on earth would you want that, LeFou?” LeFou looks down at his feet. “I just want to be good enough for you.” He didn’t mean to say it out loud, he really didn’t. The words just slipped.

“Oh LeFou! Non! Tu es parfait maintenant! Tu es plus parfait! S’il te plaît, écoute moi! You are the most perfect person I know!” Stanley rushes towards LeFou, cradling LeFou’s face between his large hands. “You are caring and loyal. You are kind and ambitious. I love cuddling with you and I love how well you fit in my arms. I don’t care if you’re not skinny, LeFou, I care if you’re happy. Tu es mon rêve, mon amour.” Stanley gently wipes away LeFou’s tears, leaning down and softly kissing LeFou’s lips. “Je t’aime.” He whispers against the other man’s lips, before pressing them together once more.

Some days are not going well for LeFou, but he will always have his Stanley to make them better.

*

Stanley is happy.

He has the most wonderful lover and he feels like the two of them can’t possible get any happier. This doesn’t mean, however, that there isn’t something nagging at Stanley. Something that has been nagging him ever since his first encounter with Madame de Garderobe and her majestic creations.

When Tom, Dick and himself were put into dresses of the most gorgeous, soft fabrics, it had repulsed Tom and Dick, but not Stanley. No, Stanley had loved the way the soft fabrics fell around his body and felt beautiful, especially with de kind and uplifting words coming from the Madame. So ever since then, he has been going to Madame de Garderobe, comparing colours and drawing designs for the most wonderful dresses for the most gorgeous of mesdames. Madame de Garderobe has even told him he’d make for a great apprentice and she would love to take him on, if that is something that he would be interested in.

Truth be told, he wants nothing more, but something is holding him back. After all, he doesn’t want LeFou to regard him as – No, he will not fall into his doubts so deeply again. He must be the strong and masculine one of them, LeFou carrying enough troubles and doubts for them both.

So, he told Madame ‘no’ with his gaze on the floor, before hurrying out of the castle. Yet every Saturday morning, he makes his way back to the castle, surrounding himself with colours and fabrics and the wonderful person that is Madame de Garderobe. And he doesn’t say a single word to his lover.

*

“Bonjour, Madame!” Stanley greets her brightly when he enters the chambers. “Stanley! Oh, Stanley! I have the most wonderful thing to show you!” Stanley laughs and follows Madame de Garderobe into the other room, where she makes all her wonderful creations. Stanley stops abruptly when he sees the mannequin in the centre of the room, the most beautiful, gorgeous dress he has ever seen hanging from it.

“Well, what do you think?” “Madame, votre création est magnifique! The girl who will get the honour of wearing these otherworldly fabrics will be the luckiest of all!” “C’est me pas pour une fille, my dear lad.” She smiles, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Stanley steps closer to the mannequin, his fingers dancing over the soft peach-coloured fabric, entranced by the beauty and difficult designs. “Pour qui-” Stanley glances up at the Madame. “Pour toi, Stanley.” “For me? But-” “It’s exactly your size. Go! Try it on for me, s’il te plaît.” And how could he say no to those pleading eyes?

*

LeFou whistles a little tune as he walks out of the library. The reading and writing lesson went especially well today. Maybe sometime soon he will be able to write an actual letter to Stanley. The thought only caused his smile to broaden. “This is – I’ve never felt so beautiful in my life, Madame.” LeFou hears a familiar voice say. Stanley.

He follows the sound of his excited chatter and walks into the chambers of Madame de Garderobe. He wonders what has lead Stanley to be as happy, since it has been a while since he heard the man this excited. He glanced inside the other chamber, de working space of Madame, and sees Madame de Garderobe looking fondly at Stanley who’s twirling in front of a full-sized mirror, dressed in – LeFou’s eyes widen. Stanley is twirling in a detailed, peach-coloured dress, his lips appearing to be slightly darker than usual and a light pink colouring his eyes.

Stanley gasps when he locks eyes with LeFou through the mirror and turns around abruptly. “LeFou! This isn’t – It’s really not-” Tears well up in Stanley’s eyes and he shuffles his feet. “Madame, could I have a moment with Stanley, s’il vous plaît?” He smiles at her. Warily, she takes her leave. Stanley doesn’t dare look LeFou in the eye as the shorter man walks closer to him. “Stanley, you-” LeFou raises his hand. Stanley flinches back. “Oh, Stan. You look-” Stanley sucks in a breath. “Disgusting? Like a freak? You never wish to see me again?” From the other chamber, Madame de Garderobe makes an indignant sound.

“Stanley, you look stunning.” LeFou speaks quietly, not wanting to startle or cause distress any more. Stanley carefully meets LeFou’s eyes, tears starting to fall once he saw the sincerity in them. “How- Why aren’t you-?” Stanley can’t understand. This wonderful, amazing man, accepted him?

“Stanley.” LeFou wipes away Stanley’s tears, careful of the simple, yet fitting, make-up. “I love you.” Stanley lets out a throaty laugh. “I love you, too, mon amour. Thank you for-” LeFou cuts him off. “There is absolutely nothing to thank me for. Tu es parfait, Stanley.”

*

One night, a fortnight later, LeFou is getting ready for the ball he was personally invited to by Belle. “Are you sure you won’t join me?” He looks at Stanley through the reflection of the mirror. Stanley is looking at his lover with a wide smile, from where he is leaning against the door post. “Yes, I’m sure. Madame de Garderobe had something the wanted to show me.” “Join me after?” “Don’t assume, but maybe I will. I have no idea how long Madame will take. I do know she is expected to sing at the ball this evening. Come here.” LeFou turns around as Stanley walks over to him, gently taking the strands of the ribbon around LeFou’s neck and tying it together in a neat bowtie. “The pink suits you, mon amour.” “All my ribbons are pink, Stanley.” Stanley hums as response, pressing a kiss on LeFou’s forehead. “Je sais, but pink is quite your colour.” LeFou chuckles and walks past him, exiting their shared bedroom. “Have you told Madame de Garderobe that you will take the apprenticeship yet?” Stanley follows suit. “Not yet, but I will tonight.” He hands LeFou his coat. “Enjoy yourself this evening, mon amour.” “It would turn out better if you would join me. At least join me on the ride to the castle?”

*

The pair separates in the entrance hall of the castle, after both greeting Lumière, who is welcoming the guests.

LeFou makes his way to the ballroom, while Stanley walks towards the chambers of Madame de Garderobe.

“Salut Madame, you had something to show me?” “Stanley! Oui, come!” She smiles one of her trademark mischievous smiles at him and pushes a grey dress in his hands. “Let’s give that man of you a little surprise, shall we?” “But Madame! The people-” “Will be dealt with by me and my Froufrou if they dare speak badly of you! Now get dressed! I didn’t spend all week on sewing for nothing.” She walks off and Stanley starts to get dressed. The grey fabric falls over his shoulders and Stanley eyes himself in the mirror. The grey is decorated with rich patterns of the most vibrant of blues. It is absolutely stunning. Stanley sits down at the table where the Madame holds all her powders and coals and starts to working on his face, a nervous yet exciting feeling settling in his belly.

*

LeFou can’t say that he isn’t having a good time, because he is. Yet he also knows Stanley’s presence can make it infinitely better. He smiles at the lady he is dancing with and twirls her around. As she steps from him to turn, another person slides in, filling her space.

LeFou looks up and smiles broadly when he sees Stanley in front of him, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, yet his lips are lifted in a nervous smile. 

“You look gorgeous, Stanley.” LeFou tells the taller man as he leads Stanley through the dance. In the background, they hear Madame de Garderobe singing her beautiful tunes, her husband by her side and her beloved Froufrou in her arms.

And in that moment, in the ballroom, surrounded by people who don’t even spare the gentlemen a second glance, they were infinite.

Balloon boys potentially ‘laughing’ at Even’s name mentioned and the skam fandom ‘cancels’ them, tells them to ‘choke’, inserts gifs of hurting them. But y’all forget that Isak did it tens time worse. Isak didn’t want mentally ill people in his life, Isak actually got tired of Even’s moods and asked him to not contact him anymore. Did you forget that?

Oh wait. people change. people grow. CHARACTER GROWTH HAPPENS. Maybe get that through you thick skulls. Maybe realise that people are complex, maybe try and understand that what you are doing right now is demonising the minority whilst y’all didn’t bat an eye after Evak got together as if Isak’s ignorance against mental illness disappeared in one day. Do you think the balloon squad even know about Even’s bipolar? Maybe hold your breath before you charge someone as guilty for something you know nothing off yet.

Meeting the Parents

What’s up this is so late but a lotta shit happened around @kiribakuweek2k17 time for me plus I had writing block rip. But I’m back and had something that fits the prompts firsts and family so have a very late entry!

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The steady clacking of the train tracks jostled them as they stood together, Kirishima holding onto a pole above his head and wrapping his spare arm around Bakugou’s waist. Today was the first time Bakugou was going to Kirishima’s and meeting his parents, and he was not fucking nervous.

He wasn’t. He just had a stomach ache and somehow it was cold enough in June for his hands to shiver and shake. Kirishima was…reasonably nice. He must have got that from somewhere. Only a weakling would be scared of meeting two nice ladies and a few kids.

However he had never been particularly good with parents. Or anyone, for that matter. And while he didn’t give a shit, Kirishima was different. He was strong and dependable, and all of Bakugou’s aggression and fire bounced off his skin, ricocheting off on the back of hearty laughter. So he might have wanted to impress Kirishima’s parents. Maybe. Desperately. And fuck it was ridiculous because it wouldn’t matter anyway and he was still the same awesome guy and Eijirou would still probably, hopefully, go anywhere with him (do anything for him) even without his parents approval.

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anonymous asked:

I think a lot of people don't see harry 'associating' with pink as 'breaking gender norms' because to them it's like 'but it is ok for guys to like pink!' but the fact is that in our society, unfortunately, pink is a gendered colour, no mater how much we know it's just a colour and how much we know it's okay for guys to show a more feminine side, it's still associated with the female gender, and so a male doing anything with pink so publicly is challenging that. Even tho it shouldn't have to.

exactly many of us understand that yes pink is just a colour but when you take a step back from what you believe you can see that a lot of others don’t think the same i mean my dad’s always making comments when he sees a boy wearing a pink shirt like it’s revolutionary society’s weird but what’s new scooby-doo

elidexlorcan  asked:

22 and Nessian please :)

@jemcarstairsviolin you send the same so here you go!

Nesta groaned as she opened the door of her apartment and saw a grinning Cassian standing there with a huge, pink cupcake in his hand. “What crime have I committed recently? What have I done to deserve your visit so early in a day?”

“And you said that I am a dramatic one in our relationship.” He winked and sat on her armchair by the window.

“Only in your dreams, you brute.” She sat on a chair next to him wondering why she even lets him in her apartment every time he visits. And that’s at least 4 times a week.

He shoved his hand in front of her face and nearly hit her nose with cupcake. “For my princess.”

“Don’t call me ‘princess,’ asshole.” She hissed. She’d forbidden using sweetheart long ago so poor Cassian had to find a replacement. The reason why she’d forbidden it may or may not be related to how her heart skipped a beat every time he’d say that. And she really, really didn’t like that.

“But look it has a little crown right here.” He showed with his finger. “I’ve chosen it just for you. And I know you’re favourite colour is pink, even though you’ll never admit it.”

She take the cupcake from his hand and started to push the icing into her mouth. Just so she’d distract herself and stop staring at his lips. Because if she doesn’t, she will do something she will regret very very much.

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Seventeen Vocal Unit’s Reaction to Seeing Their Trans Boyfriend In His Binder (for the first time)

for a sweet anon - here you go baby cakes ᵔᴥᵔ

Jeonghan:

He would be a little shy at first, quietly admiring you from wherever he was seated when you walked in. After a while, he would out right tell you how handsome you looked like this - later on boasting about you to the other members, bragging about how beautiful his boyfriend is. 

Originally posted by visual-17

Jisoo/Joshua:

When he saw that you were wearing a proper binder and not using anything dangerous to bind, he would be all smiles. He was curious about your method of binding beforehand, but now all his worries were put to rest knowing that you were doing it safely. 

Originally posted by jisooosgf

Jihoon/Woozi:

Trust is something big in your relationship, so he would be ecstatic that you were showing this more vunerable side of yourself to him. This would be a big milestone for the both of you and he would most likely cancel any plans for the rest of the day just to be with you.

Originally posted by mountean

Seokmin/DK:

He would honestly be so happy and smiley, pulling you into a warm hug and resting his chin on top of your head. “Ahh, you look so handsome baby!” He may even get a bit emotional but he wouldn’t show it, just incase you thought he was crying for another reason. 

Originally posted by winnietheboo

Seungkwan:

If he could see that you were nervous showing him, he would try and lift the mood with a little bit of humour. “God, do they only come in that nude colour? I think we need to get you a rainbow one. We definitely need to get you a rainbow one.” He would immediately take your hand and start dancing around the room, singing about how much he loves you and how good you look.

Originally posted by doskyeom

- angus  ♡ ♡ ♡

Hi friends, here is my nonsensical rant/thoughts about the riverdale s1 finale if u wish to read this mess:

Thought 1: WHY DID EVERYONE GO TO THAT FESTIVAL THING AND JUST LEAVE CHERYL LIKE STRAIGHT AWAY AFTER ALL THAT (verionica looking at you specifically) HER HAIR WAS STILL WET come on now ALL THIS WAS HANDLED SO POORLY THIS IS SERIOUS

2. and somehow archie went to the hospital and got his hand all plastered quicker than it took cheryl to get dry??? unless there was a huge time gap in between veronica leaving her house and the performance in which case WHY DIDN’T YOU STAY LONGER VERONICA you didnt even do much in the song (unfortunately) so its not like you were needed to rehearse 

3. it does not make sense to me that there are ubers in riverdale, especially ones that are available right away to carry 4+ people all the time

4. WHY WAS JOSIE NOT HERE FOR SO LONG also VAL deserved better (also who is the other pussycat when do we get to know her??)

5. also also WHY DID THEY ALL JUST GO GET MILKSHAKES AFTER LIKE EVERYTHING WITH CHERYL DIDN’T JUST HAPPEN like cheers happy happy well done for saving cheryl archie ur the bestest musical boy ever no don’t worry about her and how she nearly died we’ll just let her go back to the house and family that drove her to that and enjoy all this whipped cream la lalaa now lets all go have sex

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How To Write Believable Antagonists

We all know antagonists - we hate them, we love them, but despite our devotion antagonists are really hard to write. The idea seems easy enough, but then you realise - an antagonist isn’t just an obstacle, they’re a real person that your reader has to understand. So here are a few pointers I’ve put forward to make the best antagonist possible!

  • Give them personality - and lots of it: Even if your antagonist isn’t a big speaker, they should still have lots of personality. No one believes a character with no personality - it’s the bare essence of any person or animal. They don’t have to be loud or forward, but they do have the ability to present themselves like any normal person. Trust me, the first step to giving your antagonist structure is to give them real personality. 
  •                                      This being said, lots of antagonists have similar traits that you can’t really go wrong with. For example, all villains have a certain amount of charisma. Evil or not, they can turn heads, they can lead a crowd, and they can even bring out the worst in your protagonist. A charismatic villain is a good villain. Even Lord Voldemort, who is shown to be mad and driven by his fear of death was able to lead an army and even as a teen get answers and manipulate people to get the answers they need. 
  • Write them a backstory: No one is born evil. It’s just not going to happen. Events will happen in a person’s life that will mould them, sculpt them and set them on whatever path you decide they walk. Sometimes their evil ways could be learned behaviour - a child who constantly sees fighting as an answer to problems is going to do one of two things: follow suit and eventually become those they once feared, or decide that way is wrong and become an ‘opposer.’ A hero. A person who is always alone or always relied on could come to resent loneliness or attention. They could do everything to get heads to turn, or make sure that they are never given attention by killing those who pay them due. Any villain deserves a colourful backstory - if you’re gonna give us evil, give us evil with depth. 
  • Think about what makes them evil: Are you trying to scare your readers? How do you make your antagonist scary? Focus on one point of them. Maybe they show no emotion on their face? Do they react to nothing, and almost never emote? These questions allow you to sculpt an unnerving antagonist. Fine in on one point of them and allow it to haunt your readers. Let their one strange trait burn itself into the readers eyes so they can’t forget. It doesn’t even need to be a trait. Antagonists like Joker have strange makeup that is both slightly disturbing and also a little gruesome. It makes them look evil. It’s memorable. 
  • Give them an aim: Don’t get this confused with a motive. Although many villains have motives, many famous villains are also devoid of any motive. Instead, they have a series of small aims that they want to achieve. Giving your villain no motive can make them seem even worse. They steal, they kill, they lie, but they have no real visible reason. To your reader, at the beginning they could look just plain malicious. However, make their aims gradually clearer. 
GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL.2 SPOILER WARNING

I went to go see GOTG2 yesterday and was honestly blown away. I had heard on the radio that it was better then the first but I honestly didn’t believe it. It was absolutely amazing, everything about it was. From the storyline, to the vibrant colours, to how they used the soundtrack. The end had me in tears. If you ignored the title, this is your second warning. THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE MOVIE.

So can we talk about Yondu for a second? I was actually crying when he died (I swear if someone gets mad at me for spoilers I will lose it). How all the Ravengers (I think that’s how you spell it?) showed up for his funeral even though he was exiled was sad but beautiful at the same time. And the fact that Yondu and Peter finally got a father and son moment on screen was beautiful to say the least. And this is where I wanted to mention the Awesome Mix Vol.2. It came out a couple of weeks before the actual movie did and when I saw that “Father and Son” by Boyzone was on it, I thought it was going to be used for Peter and Ego, not Peter and Yondu but it makes so much more sense. And in the end when Peter and Baby Groot are listening to the song was so cute (foreshadowing maybe?).

Another thing I loved was the fact that Peter and Gamora’s relationship still isn’t being rushed into in the movie. Volume 2 takes place a couple of months after the first one and Peter and Gamora still aren’t a couple but I feel like it works. By the end of the second one Gamora admits to the unspoken thing between then and I feel like two movies was the right amount of time to wait. It wasn’t too short and it wasn’t too long (I’m honestly just waiting for them to kiss now 😂). Also that whole dancing scene was adorable.

Also the 5 after credit scenes were all amazing. The fact that the after credit scene with Stan Lee kinda of confirms the theory that he’s an actual character in the Marvel universe watching the heroes makes me so happy. Of course I have to talk about the Adam Warlock scene! It wasn’t a very long scene and it didn’t reveal much but it still a little introduction. But my favourite after credit scene had to be Peter and Groot as a teenager. Not only was it absolutely hilarious but it also shows that by Infinity Wars Groot will probably be back to his normal size (or at least teenage size) since Infinity Wars takes place 4 years after this movie and he seems to be growing pretty quickly. Don’t get me wrong, I love baby Groot but he can get old very fast.

A few more points I wanted to make were:

• I love how we didn’t know much about the movie since the trailer didn’t reveal much. I think it made the movie better

• When all the Guardians are fighting in that first scene and Baby Groot is just dancing around to Mr.Blue Sky was great

• I don’t really like how Peter and Rocket are fighting the entire movie?

• I don’t like how the Guardians split up either. It worked but I don’t like how they only came together in the end

• Mantis was likeable and not annoying like I thought she would be

• Ego was a very good character and the perfect villain

• EGO PUT THE TUMOUR IN PETER’S MOM’S HEAD??? HOW IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS???

• ALSO EGO CRUSHED PETER’S WALKMEN, I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS

• I love how Ego called Gamora Peter’s girl and Peter doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t say “oh yeah we’re not together” or anything like that.

• YONDU SAYING HE WAS MARY POPPINS WAS THE BEST PART OF THE MOVIE AND YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

• The movie was overall amazing and I already want to go see it again

Too good to Lose (Wang Wook x reader)

Originally posted by daysmoon22

Fandom: Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo

Chapters: One shot

Summary: Imagine Wook being jealous of So

A/N: Enjoy!

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Yes/No Questions

Request: @pearltheartist asked “Could I have 6 (Do you like me? Check yes or no.) and 40 (“Are you okay?” “Why do you ask?” “You’re wearing two different shoes.”) with Philip please”?

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader

Warnings: high school

Word count: 668

A/N: The next instalment of There she goes is on its way- but meanwhile, have a drabble with Philip!

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Today was… well, today had been a weird day. It had started when your best friend Philip had shown up ten minutes late to your house. Usually the two of you walked to school together, taking it in turns to sip from his thermos of coffee. You took the long way there- anything to postpone a day of classes- and chatted.

“Sorry, Y/N,” he panted when he showed up. 

You looked him up and down, taking in his unbrushed, unruly hair, outfit in clashing colours, and bag that was spilling open. “Philip,” you said carefully as you locked your front door, “are you okay?”

“Y-yeah?” he stammered, “Why do you ask.”

You raised an eyebrow and looked meaningfully at his feet, fighting to keep a smile off your face. “You’re wearing two different shoes.”

Philip gasped. “Shit.” He glanced at his watched and groaned when he saw he didn’t have enough time to run home and change. 

“How did you even-?” you started to say, but had to pause to laugh. He looked as if he had stumbled out of bed and walked through his closet and then a hedgerow. 

“Go on,” Philip grumbled, “laugh at me.”

You composed yourself and tried again. “How did you not notice?”

Philip blushed, and you grabbed his hand to stop him walking ahead. “I had other stuff on my mind,” he said vaguely, not meeting your eyes.

You paused. “You sure you’re alright, Philip?” you asked gently, turning your grip on his hand into something softer. “Do you want to talk?”

Philip shook his head, smiling at you, but then seemed to reconsider. He fumbled in his jacket pocket for a moment before withdrawing a crumbled piece of purple paper. He held it out to you but didn’t let go when you went to take it.

“Read this when you’re alone,” he said, “promise me that.”

Bewildered, you accepted the paper and tucked it into your hoodie’s pocket. “I promise,” you said, and Philip seemed appeased.

“Come on,” he said, “We’ll be late for school if we don’t hurry.”

You could feel Philip’s letter burning a hole in your pocket all through your first classes of the day- you could barely pay attention to your english teacher’s discussion of symbolism in Frankenstein, never mind your classmates’ banal chatter.

Finally you had a break- you persuaded your teacher to let you do independent study in the library- and you could pull out the letter with trembling fingers and flatten it out. 

Philip’s familiar scrawl greeted you, and you smiled at the way the ink had smeared from his hurried writing. 

Y/N,

This is going to be weird, probably, but I like you. And I think I’ve known for a while- the 1,000,000 years kind of while- and I thought you should know. I am a poet, and I was going to write you a poem to show it but this is simpler.

Do you like me? Check yes or no.

- Philip

You stared at the two boxes he’d drawn and labelled ‘yes’ and ‘no’. This was what he had been nervous about? You grabbed a pen from the tabletop and, without a moment of hesitation, checked the ‘yes’ box.

“Philip!” you called down the hallway, trying to squeeze between the people and backpacks. He had his headphones on and didn’t hear you. You barged through, knocking a couple apart, and yanked Philip to a stop.

He took an earbud out. “Y/N?” You pulled out the letter and he blushed, pulling out his other earbud. “Oh.”

You handed it to him and watched him unfold it, oblivious to all the people rushing by. His eyes went straight to the little tick you had drawn. When he looked up, his eyes were wet with tears. “Really?” he choked.

“Yeah,” you said shyly, then pressed a swift kiss to his cheek, “you nerd.” He smiled and tentatively took your hand.

“Can I walk you to class?” he asked, abruptly shy.

“Of course.”