i actually really like this k

I actually don’t like pumpkin spice lattes anymore; I like hazelnut and french vanilla, preferably in this really cute owl mug. Day 18 of the October challenges by @journaling-junkie and @chatoyantquill Pen: Kara’s Kustom Fountain K, Ground Extra Fine Ink: Mix of De’Atramentis Document Black and Charles Dickens Music: Pride and Prejudice movie soundtrack (2005) by Jean-Yves Thibaudet

anonymous asked:

k but what about a scenario w bokuto where his small and really REALLY CUTE ALWAYS CHEERFUL S/O SUDDENLY RUNS UP TO HIM WHEN HES TALKING TO KUROO AND SOME OTHER GUYS OR SMTHN AND LIKE HUGS HIM FROM BEHIND AND BURIES HER FACE IN HIS BACK AND HE TRIES TO TALK TO HER BUT SHES ABNORMALLY QUIET AND SHES ACTUALLY LIKE V UPSET ? idk for ehat reason that turned angsty hella quick moving on

Ahhhh~ I would die happy if I got to bury my face in Bokuto’s back <3 He’s my total beefy babe tbh – I think I love him more than all the other characters of Haikyuu!!!! (scandalous!!!!) Anyway, I’m sorry for the long wait! I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up for you and thanks for requesting like a century ago ;D – Admin Satori <3

Bokuto Koutarou:

Training camps were always a pain, for the most part. Sore muscles, long exercises, lots of bruises and strained hamstrings. Bokuto really loved volleyball with his whole heart and soul, but he knew when he was getting irritated and depressed at his efforts going unnoticed by the unforgiving sport.

But this training camp was different!

You’d come along with him this time!

The moment you’d told him you were going to the training camp with him, as moral support, he’d immediately erupted in cheers and had peppered your face in a million kisses. And, yes, he had counted the kisses. He had to properly repay you for your kindness after all.

He’d seen you come in and out of the gym, standing on the sidelines and cheering him on during practice, giving out the bottles of water to each of his teammates and himself. He’d given you a hug each time he’d come off the court, and, each time, you complained about the amount of sweat he was drenching you in. But he’d see your smile or feel you giggling against his chest and he’d know that you didn’t really mind the sweat.

But it’d been about 2 hours since he’d seen you in the gym, and it was getting a little late for someone as small and as adorable as you to be walking around without an escort. Him, specifically.

He knew you liked to come and go as you pleased, so he didn’t really question it too much – Kuroo had caught his attention and pulled him into the 3rd gym, where he’d also recruited his two favorite first years from Karasuno, his own bumbling wanna-be Ace, and Bokuto’s favorite setter.

Ba-BAM!

The sound of Bokuto’s spike hitting the floor echoed through the gym above Kuroo’s frustrated groan.

“Ahaha! HEY HEY HEY!” Bokuto cheered happily, sticking his tongue out at Kuroo, who was pouting to himself about the missed block. “Come on, Kuroo! Where’s your game today? Forget it back at Nekoma?” Bokutoa teased, feeling his confidence soaring.

“Yeah, yeah, lucky shot, Bo. Try it again, see if you get through so easily.” Kuroo smirked as he stood tall on his side of the net, his hands on his hips and a challenge in his dark gold eyes.

Bokuto bristled a bit at the challenge, “What? You don’t think I can? I did it during practice today, and I can do it aga-“

Bokuto almost fell forward into the net at the feeling of something colliding with his back. He thought it was Akaashi throwing a volleyball at him to get him to stop shit talking and focus. But he distinctly heard Akaashi’s shoes squeaking towards the bench for his water bottle. And it hadn’t been Hinata, because he was in Bokuto’s line of sight being taunted by Lev and his overconfidence in his shit receives. He felt small hands lay over his stomach and a face being pressed into his back.

“Oh?” Bokuto raised his eyebrows, looking through Kuroo as he felt your body pressing back against his, “____! What a surprise! I was wondering where you went off to! You missed it, I spiked the HELL out of this ball right past Kuroo! It’s like Kuroo didn’t even know what he was doing!” Bokuto laughed loudly, sticking his tongue out at Kuroo as his best friend waved him off with a placating smile before walking over to Kenma to bother him.

But you didn’t respond with the usual excitement at his news. You didn’t react at all, really. He frowned a bit and squeezed your hands in his. But your only response was to move your hands to fully grasp his, intertwining your fingers with his and pressing your face further into his back.

Bokuto frowned a bit, not liking that you were seemingly ignoring him while right there behind him. “____? Did you hear me? I kicked Kuroo’s ass! I got my ball to fly right by his dumb face!” Bokuto smiled a bit, but felt it fall immediately after when he only heard silence from your end. “____? Are you okay?” He asked quietly.

Finally, you’d had enough time to compose yourself, and you pulled away from his back as he turned around to face you properly. The wetness on your face could easily be explained away as his sweaty back (gross lmao), and the redness could be from the cool air nipping at your bare face outside. You gave your boyfriend a wide smile, “That’s wonderful, Kou! You’re so amazing!” You cheered softly, keeping your arms wrapped around his middle and resting your chin on his chest.

He wasn’t buying it though, and he cupped your face before leaning down and giving a wonderfully soft, tender kiss to your lips. He knew something was wrong, but he didn’t really know how to ask, he’d never been good with words or with delving into your emotions. He was an emotional wreck, 24/7, without any inhibitions to hold back how he feels about any number of subjects. But you’d always been the cool headed one, always kept your calm. You were his anchor on reality when he got too worked up about the silliest things. And that’s why he loved you with all his heart.

But it all came crashing down right then as he realized… he’d never even thought you felt things on the same intensity as he did. He’d probably never even thought that you, also, had feelings that swayed your decisions erratically. Maybe not as erratically as his, no one felt as strongly as Bokuto when he was in one of his moods. Bokuto felt his heart drop to his stomach, and you could tell there was something wrong with him now as he turned his eyes to look at the space just above your eyes.

You, always thinking about the other person over your own well being, felt a quiet panic rise in your heart as his shaken face, and you pulled your hands from around his middle to place over his on your cheeks, “Kou? That’s amazing, Kou, sweetheart. You slammed that ball down right next to Kuroo-san!” You gave him a wide smile, pushing your own feelings away for the moment, there was plenty of time to go through your own issues when Bokuto wasn’t around. The moment he saw you struggling with your own erratic feelings was the moment, you thought, he wouldn’t need you anymore.

Oh… how wrong you were.

anonymous asked:

Yes, Hi! I miss reading things about Alannah! I hope you're doing well and that you are taking care of yourself! I stop by your tumblr frequently and look for your posts~you have a very unique writing style and I love Alannah~I don't think I'll ever be able to meet her in game since I'm on Diabolos server, but it'd be super awesome to run into you (and Nine even!) Take care!!! | -A.K

you and me both hahaha

hi anon,

thank you for this super nice message. it really does mean a lot to me that people like my writing and look forward to lannah updates. ♥

 the reason you haven’t seen many lately isn’t because i’m out of ideas or bored with lannah in any way, in fact my partner and i have actually started rping again after a long draught, but because i’ve been struggling with the drive and motivation to write for the last few months. the stories and the things happening in her life are there, i just can’t seem to write any of it down and it feels like pulling teeth when i try. i’m so behind on drabbles and prompts it’s depressing. :l but i’m okay, just tired and moody most of the time because i don’t sleep enough. 

maybe someday we’ll meet in a dungeon and i hope you’ll say hi so i can know who you are! just ignore my really obvious lack of social skills while i auto-run into a wall, lol. 

warm and soft like a fireplace….a heith….

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

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

I. The First Introduction

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(after edit marks)

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

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

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

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

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

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



III. The Second Introduction

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

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

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



IV. Everything You Need to Know About Writing Successfully

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

My ten minutes are up.

EDDIE REDMAYNE IS PROBLEMATIC

guys i’m so disappointed… eddie redmayne is actually really problematic… i really want to cry rn because i really loved him so much.. there’s a detailed post with the tweets and stuff here ….. why do amazing celebs have to go and be messy like that :(

-k

reasons to love day6

jae;

  • A Dork, a lanky palm tree
  • loud at first and then becomes really quiet and listens to/observes other people
  • best facial expressions 
  • is always willing to give up something if he feels like someone else would benefit more from it (eg: when he gave wonpil the last piece during the vlive mukbang
  • wow how did i go this long without mentioning hIS VOicE?!?!?!???? boy knows how to pull off the raspy hipster voice while still clearly expressing emotion
  • when he clears his throat in every single damn radio show cover (+Dance Dance) 
  • casually has all these melodies and beautiful lyrics hidden somewhere in his head 
  • actually a really deep thinker even though on the surface all he does is meme
  • the fact that he already graduated college before he got into the industry so he’s pretty much got himself all figured out 
  • most relatable human (”I am trash but it is worth it” -Jae 2k17)
  • american humour, totally a tumblr dude
  • can someone pls tell him he looks good with or without his glasses he’s so insecure
  • looks like the kind of person that would either be really fun or really boring on road trips

sungjin;

  • Meme Father, busan boy
  • looks serious and intimidating until he does literally anything
  • that look he gets where he’s initially ticked off and then realizes that he should probably just let it go
  • THE RASPY THING HE DOES WITH HIS VOICE 
  • i think i’ve only ever heard him go out of tune once, like ever
  • when he uses the shaker in english song covers
  • that time he said “misunderstanding” on asc
  • he’s so willing to make a fool out of himself for others’ enjoyment (eg: basically any time he dances and he knows everyone’s laughing because he’s horrible but he OWNS IT
  • he’s sassy literally 25/7 he’s so sarcastic bih i LOVE it
  • how he clearly understands what people are saying in english but he just laughs silently and doesn’t respond 
  • he learned how to play so many instruments before he settled on guitar and leader 
  • his aCcENt,, 
  • he dresses himself like a casual fratboy or a farmers child there’s no in-between 

brian;

  • The Middle Child 
  • mediates all conversations between all members always
  • can someone call him YoungK at least once pls
  • is he sleeping or is he jumping off the walls rn who knows could be either one
  • so spontaneous and goes with the flow and super chill
  • relatable university student (”are you ready for your exam?” “no i’m going to study the night before”)
  • when he says CAAAAnada and Toroooonnuh (as a canadian I certify that’s how we say it)
  • he just really loves terry 
  • a lyrical genius,, man in a movie got me shook fam
  • somehow finds time to write and compose almost all day6 songs while still balancing school life and personal life
  • that time wooyoung exposed him by telling the story of how drunk Brian wouldn’t stop saying fuck into the phone
  • how quickly he mastered english even though he only lived in canada for a few years (I know people who’ve been here for 10+ years and they still can’t pronounce the “th” sound it’s difficult ok)
  • how flawlessly he transitions between falsetto and his normal singing voice and then it goes really low and then oh that’s a truMPet
  • does anyone even know what his real hair colour is anymore

wonpil;

  • Personification of Sunshine 
  • his go-to facial expression is to smile as wide as he can
  • the way his whole face and body language changes when he smiles
  • his voice is so unique but he’s got a great range and it’s really strong
  • he tries so hard when speaking in english
  • embraces the fact that he gets weird sometimes and runs with it (”hyung are you a bear”)
  • has written some of the most beautiful lyrics in their songs 
  • winking machine
  • “this dance move is really hard guys seriously try it” 
  • that sound he makes when he’s really confused like EH?? and he just stumbles over his words until it fades into quiet and then he goes AAAH AH AH AH OK 
  • fashion icon 
  • he’s just here to have a good time fam 
  • aegyo king except he spends like a full minute hyping himself up to do it
  • he just really loves dowoon

dowoon;

  • little baby puppy don’t hurt him
  • has so much love for the other members and is so grateful
  • looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you 
  • strong af (eg: that time he killed a mosquito and ended up punching a hole in the freaking wall) 
  • sososososososososoo shy and his ears get red but he embraces it and tries to overcome it 
  • when he speaks you’re automatically like ??? did that voice just come out of that smol bean
  • and is actually so sassy and sarcastic??
  • has the best comedic timing 
  • every once in a while he comes out with these sayings that are absolute gems ok;
  • ”dowoon what are your dreams” “I’m so rich that I take the taxi everywhere. actually I don’t take the taxi. I walk.
  • “say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” “superaoefjnoawenfiaweocious” (nailed it)
  • “i’m a man in a….” “ moooovieee~” 
  • when he speaks english (”your eyes like… black hole.”)
  • pretty much grounds the whole group 
  • is taking vocal lessons! pls support this shy puppy
I have a confession... I don’t belong here.

I’m not usually one to to say how she feels, let alone write down how she feels, but recent events have made it hard to hide where I’m at, so I thought I’d take a page from my good friend’s book and lay it all out here. To see if it helps.

Over the last few months really exciting things have been happening. Some things you know about, some you don’t. Suffice it to say life is good. And I’m terrified. I am utterly a fish out of water. I am lost and confused. And no one knows it. My life used to be small. I was a sun flower in a small garden. I thrived on what water I had and was fine. Fine. ish. I wanted more. I pretended that I knew more than I did so that I wouldn’t seem like such and outsider to my peers. Fake it till you make it, right? I knocked down doors that were locked and found opportunities that were hidden away form me. I was succeeding at the unimaginable. And then I pushed. And I pushed. And I pushed. Until I found myself weeping from a broken back because I had been pushing at brick walls that wouldn’t budge. I’d pushed too hard. And I became so terrified that I would be discovered as a fraud that I became selfish and insensitive. All to conceal a devastating fact. I don’t belong here.

I grew up on a small farm. We as kids worked the farm to help out. My mother moved us around where she could find work when my father lost his eyesight. we struggled always but we survived. This isn’t meant to be a pity party. My folks are strong as fuck. My point is, none of this is supposed to happen to girls like me. I was just a girl who loved to make people laugh, who loved the theatre and was terrified of being invisible. But recent events have put me in a position where lack of anonymity is making my screw ups more prevalent to some. And its an awful feeling. I try really hard to appear to be a person that is supposed to live in this kind of situation I’m in, because I love it here. But the secret is, I have no idea what I’m doing. So I fuck up. And I perhaps come across as self-absorbed and opportunistic as a sad attempt to look mightier than the small town girl that I really am. This is my way of keeping people far enough away that they wont see the cracks in my armour.

Here’s my other big secret. I love a lot. Like A LOT. I cant help it. My attraction to good humans can not be harboured and I am not ashamed. You look at my phone and I generally have 7 text threads going on any given day. I want to know everything about you at all times. I want you to share your deepest passions and griefs with me. I wanna know you inside and out! Here’s the thing, I don’t like to let people love me. Fucked up right? I want to love you but I don’t want you to need me. Cause I’ll disappoint you and you’ll go away and then it’ll all be for nothing. If I’m really scared of your love i’ll be unemotional, or distant, or if you’re really lucky- I might even be mean. 

Anyway this is my point: This exact life I’m living right now is a combination of my greatest dream and my most terrifying nightmare. I am not invisible and I can’t escape the love and the loving needs of others. I’m living a life that many including myself have only dreamed of. And I’m terrified that I’m just going to screw it all up.

So I’m writing this to let you know I’m going to work really really hard and do my absolute best to not fuck this up. Any of it. This is the steepest learning curve I’ve ever had in my life and I can no longer hide the fact that I feel in over my head. But stick with me, K? I’ll figure it all out really soon. 

Thank you for everything that you’ve given me and the patience you continue to give me. I’m sorry if it seems like I’ve taken your love for granted. It’s actually just the opposite. I just didn’t want you to know ;)


BTS As Boyfriends [Kind of M]

J I N :

~Very nurturing and kind
~Loves to take care of you
~Is the kind of boyfriend to cheer you up with lame jokes
~Laughs at his own jokes so you don’t have to
~Buys you food
~Feeds you and then eats food off your body
~Relationship that lasts long just like him


N A M J O O N :

~You talk about deep stuff together
~Shows you new music
~Long walks
~You stick your finger in his dimples
~Overprotective just like a daddy
~Calls you princess
~Loves to nestle his head on your neck when you’re lying down or when he’s on top of you

H O S E O K :

~e n e r g e t i c bf
~is up for everything
~will call you randomly to tell you he loves you
~closed sheets because you have the actual sun next to you
~doesn’t really curse even when he’s mad he only does when you please him
~shows you dance routines and then puts his hips to better use

T A E H Y U N G :

~just really fun to be around
~even if you break up you’re still friends
~karaoke nights
~tries to impress you with his rapping skills and other skills
~tries not to smile when he looks at you
~cuddles and spanks

Y O O N G I :

~chill boyfriend
~has no amount of swag around you
~you hold his big veiny hand and his big veiny something else
~will not tell you he loves you for a while (even though he does) and then one day he suddenly blurts it out like it’s no biggie
~will look at you as if he’s judging you but he’s actually thinking how much he adores you
~car rides where the wind blows your hair and you blow him

J I M I N :

~blushes a lot and you kiss his blushed cheeks
~c o m p l i m e n t s
~he’s soft but he can be rough
~teaches you how to dance
~pets your hair when you have your head on his lap
~ you have great sex when he’s angry
~“Y/N,let’s go get burgers”
“I’m not in the mood for burgers”
“Yeah burgers suck, forget burgers”

J U N G K O O K :

~shows off so much but you love it
~you challenge his cockiness all the time
~“Hey, y/n, look what I can do!”
~“Y/N, I can do that too!”
~“Hey, y/n, watch me while I do this!”
~beats you at every game but buys you toys to make it better any kind of toys you want
~ you lick his abs


That was it for today :) not as nsfw as the rest but ㄱ(¤~¤) here you go

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playing “guess what team this hockey player is on” w/ my brother

he knows nothing about hockey and here are the highlights

  • sidney crosby
    • ironically, seconds after establishing that the only 2 teams he knew of were the canucks and the penguins, he guessed that sid played for the canucks
    • “didn’t he score some important goal for vancouver in some big hockey championship thing??”
      • spoiler: he was thinking of the van 2010 olympics
      • he does not accept this though, continues to insist sid is captain of the canucks
        • stop him
  • max paciorrety 
    • him, immediately upon hearing the name: “MAXIMUM PATCH”
      • “he probably plays for a very patchwork team. what’s a patchwork place? florida. he plays for the florida…. panthers.”
      • me: “that… actually is the name of a team. not pacioretty’s team but, a team. did you know that?”
      • “no i guessed”
      • i gave him a point for it anyway
  • henrik sedin
    • he somehow started thinking he was related to the colour brown somehow (don’t ask how) 
      • “what’s brown? …the water in kentucky”
      • “the shitty teams are brown. he plays for the… oh! the boston bruins”
      • @ bruins fans i apologized but i laughed, i did
    • “give me a hint” “how about i give you his brother’s name. plays for the same team, it’s daniel”
      • “daniel… henrik… handle… dendrik” (continues for 30 seconds) 
      • me: “maybe… maybe focus on the team instead of just how to combine their names?”
    • “are they on a canadian team?” “yes” “the… toronto maple leafs” “no”
      • my brother lives in vancouver and really should know this one
      • he does not
      • literally there was a canucks jersey (mine) hanging up behind him while we were doing this and i,
    • i had to tell him henrik sedin was captain of the vancouver canucks and he said
      • “i thought that was sidney crosby”
      • TO MY FACE
  • jamie benn
    • “could you have possibly given me a more generic name??”
    • gave his brother’s name for a hint again
      • this was before the montreal trade. do svidanya jobenn (((
    • he managed to narrow it down to the state of texas
      • “there’s a team in texas?? where???”
      • “i’m gonna guess houston. jamie… jordie… a lot of j sounds… i’m gonna say they play for the houston giraffes”
  • brent burns
    • “burns, burns, what burns…. california is experiencing draughts..” “you’re getting close actually” “really? wow”
      • “sacramento.. san jose… i know san jose has a team! the san jose… uhh…”
      • (our dad) “here’s a hint, we had a chance to swim with them on our last vacation but you slept in”
      • “oh! i think that was a called a… a takihiti fish.” (our dad, quietly: no.) “yes. the san jose takihiti fish”
  • pk subban
    • “pk?? does that stand for something??” “yes, parnell karl” (our dad, whose name is karl: “nice”)
    • tbh i don’t remember what he guessed but he sat there repeating “pk subban… pk… suuuu… bannnn.. subban… Suuub’n. P… K… Subban” to himself for like 2 minutes and that was hilarious to me for some reason
  • geno malkin
    • “geno… sounds italian” 
      • me: *tries to tell him geno’s actual name w/ my best attempt at pronounciation* him: “…yebbie veggie?” 
    • “idk man give me a hint” 
    • “ok so… his captain played in the 2010 vancouver olympics”
    • “…his captain is sidney crosby”
    • “yes!”
    • “so he plays for the vancouver canucks!!”
    • “no.”

Hmm yeah, went to a midnight showing of the Emoji Movie and I actually really like it. I didn’t think a movie with such a cut and paste story would be so entertaining, but It really did end up being a groundbreaking film.

All the characters are just so fleshed out and there was n sdgkamof;lsaaaaaa sfadsfal,gdfsl k,gfhd;s’l hkdf’ dsf sony paid me to write this and idfgs 9/10 oscar worthy movie

Make Believe

Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and reader pose as a couple to lure a vampire

Word Count:  2540

Warnings:  Smut, language, near death situation

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by winsmut

Make Believe

We were in the middle of this hunt when Mary called. We couldn’t exactly walk out on this, so Sam had volunteered to help Mary while Dean and I stay behind to finish the job.

Which led to the situation that I’m now in. It’s not so much a situation as a ‘how the holy fuck did it end up like this’ type of scenario. At the moment, as I sit in the Impala at the edge of a secluded forest with Dean, I wish that Dean had gone and Sam had stayed.

Not that it wouldn’t have been weird with Sam. It would have been weird, just a different kind of weird. Normal weird, not weird-weird. Sure, Sam is six plus feet of handsome, but the relationship I have with him is more sibling-ish. I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for Sam - the kind where my heart races a bit faster when he’s near and my girly bits get all tingly. Dean, on the other hand, has that effect on me. My relationship with Dean is strictly platonic, but that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream. And boy, do I ever dream. The man is fucking sex on bow-legs. Can you blame a girl?

Here’s the thing about this particular vampire - he’s got a bit of a twisted fetish. His tastes run into the kinky. He likes to take his victims mid-coitus. Doing the nasty. Knocking boots. The horizontal Mambo. He’s a real piece of work. Like I said, he’s a kinky son of a bitch.

His modus operandi is to kill the male and snatch the female. We haven’t quite figured out what he does with the girls, but our best guess is he turns them. And keeps them for his own amusement, if you catch my drift.

But I’m getting off course here. Right now my gut is swirling with butterflies, my heart pounding loudly enough that this vampire can probably hear it a mile off. In just a moment, I’m going to be making out with Dean. Sure, it’s for the greater good, I volunteer as tribute, blah blah blah. I know it’s not real, it’s just for show, but I’m nervous as hell. I’m staring at his lips and he’s giving me that cocky as hell smirk, you know the one I’m talking about. His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip and I practically swoon. I’m like Scarlet fucking O’hara, I’ve got a case of the vapors. I might actually pass out.  

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Dating Jackson would include

Originally posted by candyapplejimin

Jackon Wang
- This boy
- Never a dull moment
- Sassing each other
- If you can’t reach something on a high shelf, Jackson will be like “I’ll handle it, babe”
- Then he goes to get Yugyeom to get whatever it is you need
- Calling you babe all the time tbh
- “Hey, babe”
- It’s just casual
- S k i n s h i p
- Back hugs
- Probably holding your waist or thighs a lot
- He’s not even trying to be sexual half the time, his hand just feels right there
- Inseure Jackson tbh
- He’ll lift up his shirt to show you his abs
- He knows you love it but he’s still insecure
- “Do I look good?”
- Your jaw is on the floor because what does hE MEAN OF COURSE HE LOOKS GOOD W H AT TH E H E C K
- You can’t listen to music without him singing along
- Not actually singing tho
- “Babe you don’t have to listen to Whitney Houston, I gotchu”
- “Wait no please do–”
- Cue Jackson screaming
- But when he does actually sing oml
- He doesn’t know it but you hear him singing when he thinks he’s alone and it’s the greatest thing in the world his voice is so nICE
- You have to move apartments like five times because Jackson starts fires while cooking probably
- Trying to watch a movie while Jackson is doing a handstand in front of the TV
- If you don’t pay attention to him he’ll just drop into the splits
- Right then and there- splits
- If the splits don’t work he’ll probably just take off his shirt
- Jackson backflipping across a parking lot to you because that’s how he is
- Your friends stay confused about how weird your boyfriend is but you’re so used to it by now that you’re like “???? what?????”
- Amusement park dates where he tries to win you giant stuffed animals
- Him trying to get you to work out with him
- “I can teach you how to do a backflip!!!!”
- “NO JACKSON”
- Uses Wang Puppy attack on you to get you to do what he wants
- It works every damn time
- Sweaty Jackson is the highlight of your life
- Shameless self promoter for GOT7
- You’re in the car and Jackson is controlling the music and you know what you’re gonna listen to? GOT7 damn straight
- “Can we listen to something else this time?”
- “oH SO YOU HATE GOT7?”
- You realize very on in the relationship that you cannot break up Markson
- “Can Mark come with us?”
- “#markson for life”
- “Mark is so beautiful”
- But you’re not even mad because you’re happy that there’s another person looking out for your boyfriend
- Jaebum telling you to control Jackson and you’re like “ ….. sorry I can’t…”
- Because you really can’t
- Going with him when he goes to China and meeting his parents
- Arguing over completely pointless things
- These arguments last for maybe ten minutes and then they don’t matter anymore
- J e a l o u s J a c k s o n
- “He disrespected you!!”
- “He just looked at me Jackson”
- “dISRESPECTED
- "New phone who dis”
- “JACKSON S T O P”
- Sleepy nights where he’s really worn out and actually quiet and you guys just lay on the couch with his head on your chest and you play with his hair

Let’s be real, if you are only beginning to pay attention to Jin because it’s been revealed that he comes from a well off background, you are appreciating him for all the wrong reasons. Jin is more than a pretty face or the son of a CEO. He’s Kim Seokjin. 

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Appreciate him for his mental encyclopedia of dad jokes. 

Originally posted by kimthehyung

His smile. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

His angelic voice (that we need to hear more of). diD yOu seE hiS sOlo sOnG 

A W A K E 13/10 recommend

Did I mention his smile His laughter is a plus too 

Originally posted by fy-seokjin


His hardwork and determination. With his background, he could have easily decided to just take over his father’s business or something like that. But no. Jin realized that he wanted to pursue music and he did it. I really admire how he choose to make a name for himself as and Idol while also studying at college. That takes a lot of character. 

How this boy actually has a precious fondness for Mario how pure is that 

Originally posted by sang-namjas

HOw this boy cares for the other members he isn’t the mom of the group for nothing 

Originally posted by jiminisathot

JSUT HOW HE INTERACTS WITH THE OTHER BOYS MAKES MY DAy 

I could go on, but yeah. Jin is very handsome and talented. But he’s so much more than just a pretty face. HE’s a lot of things. BTS wouldn’t be BTS without Kim Seokjin. 

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The following things might be sideffects of watching GYPSY ...

- you might want to see a therapist
- next time u go grab a coffee, check the barista out
- anyone with a British accent will be automatically 10000 times hotter
- glasses, tattoos, the smell of coffee, leather jacket, smokey eyes, anonymity, cigarettes, red dresses are turn ons
- want to live in NYC duh
- smoke weed (Blue Dreams)
- drink bourbon & coffee (or Chardonnay or Fireball shots)
- next destination MARFA
- either want your own Jean or Sidney
(Side Note: yes you do. like both with each other but for yourself it can only be one/ for me SID all the way)
- I actually really want to learn about being a barista
- start an affair and pretend to be somebody else
- become a good/bad liar
- I forgot that platform boots and office attire will become turns on’s as well
- get Chance by Chanel
- check out Bars with live bands on Friday nights
- listen to ‘GIRLS’ by the Internet & ‘MONSTERS’ by A K U A on repeat
- say fuck whenever you please as any reaction
- play hard to get
- hire Alexis as your Assistent
- feel anxious for Dolly
- feel bad about rather thinking of solving the ending than be sad about Allison
(Poor girl pls help friends that you know are in need!)
- BE IN DESPERATE NEED OF A SEASON 2 (so Lisa if you read this I NEED YOU!!!!)

UPDATE:
- get Indigo nail polish
- glitter eyeshadow
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