i am but a humble admirer

Never felt so outraged on behalf of the Twins ever before.
I am tearing up out of frustration, that’s how upset and angry I am!

THE TWINS DESERVE IT. THEY WORK HARD, THEY RESPECT AND ADORE THEIR FANS, THEY ARE ADMIRABLE, ROLE MODELS, RESPECTABLE, HUMBLE AND ACTUALLY PUT UP A CLEAN IMAGE

And instead

YOU FUCKTARDS GIVE AN AWARD LIKE CHOICE YOUTUBER TO JAKE THE SNAKE?

SO YOUR CHOICE OF YOUTUBE ENTERTAINMENT IS SHAMELESS RACISM, MISOGYNISTIC BEHAVIOUR (Jake literally shoved Tessa because he got mad) AND SOMEONE SO SELF OBSESSED THAT HE HAS HAS NO DECENCY OR RESPECT FOR ANYONE

i’ve always admired louis for not turning bitter so much, he remained soft and gentle and didn’t let all the things he’s been through harden up his edges, he stayed kind, humble, loving and caring, giving, his heart is still made of gold and i am so proud of him. and it makes him so powerful. 

I can’t even begin to explain how proud I am of Stefán. The obstacles he’s had to face after being diagnosed with cancer and being able to continue on conquering his battle with cancer is absolutely inspiring. I admire Stefán for being able to get past all of the things that he’s been through and most importantly being the humble human being that he is. Not only is he incredibly talented, loving and charming he has a literal heart of gold. The fact that he’s devoted his life standing up against bullying, filling hearts up with joy and putting the biggest smile on people’s faces of all ages including myself is absolutely something I couldn’t thank him enough for. He definitely deserves all of the love and support he’s received and continues to receive. If Stefán were able to see this I would want to thank him so much for his existence. The wonderful impact he’s made in my life is tremendous. I love you Plant Dad 🌱💚

It makes sense, I think.

Authors Note: Hey! I tried to make this longer for you guys, I hope you like it.
This is the second part to, “It makes sense.” The first part can be found HERE.
List of my other Prompts found HERE


There is a contest going round to see Harry Styles at an exclusive event. For more info click HERE


The weeks after the honeymoon is when things begin to die down and the two of you are forced back into a reality that doesn’t include sipping different wines on various beaches, nor does it include waking up to a naked husband as you inhale the fresh ocean scent as you open the balcony doors on a warm morning in Hawaii.

Instead, you now wake up to the soft snores of your husband who takes up most the bed with his lengthy legs, who also makes it a struggle to pull the covers off of him when you are a bit cold. He always says, “Too bad, I’m cold too, cuddle up to me and you will be okay, promise.” of course he always says this with a grin as you are grumbling at him for hogging the covers.

You sigh as you wiggle under the covers, feeling Harry’s body sprawled out beside you, his soft snores pulling you from your sleep. You let out a groan, tenderly nudging him to move on over and to give you a bit more room within the bed, a small hope that he wakes up and moves his position so his snores die down.

You stare up at the ceiling, struggling to fall back asleep, Harry fast asleep beside you as the sun just begins to peek up from its own sleeping state, bringing bright colours to the darkened sky. You roll over and rest yourself against Harry’s warm body, nestling into him as you feel his arm heavily drape around you in his sleep.

You feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep, unfortunately, being sharply disturbed by Harry’s alarm, blaring aloud. You feel him remove himself from your body, a few mumbles escaping both of your lips’ an “I know, I’m sorry, love.” Leaving Harrys as he leaves a small kiss to your forehead before you feel the bed springing up as he stands to his feet, staggering slightly around the room, rubbing his dreary eyes.

Like all mornings Harry does his best to stay as quiet as possible as he gets himself dressed and ready for whatever it is he has planned, lately he has been spending most his time in the studio, writing, singing, outlining, and doing everything else possible in the time frame of six in the morning to four in the morning. “Can you stay a little longer?” You softly question, just wanting him beside you long enough for you to fall asleep,

“I can’t, hey don’t forget tonight.” He yawns, pulling a sweater over his body,

“Tonight?” You sit up within the bed, the covers falling to your lap, unsure of what exactly he is referring to.

“Yeah, Liam’s launch party.” He reminds you and it suddenly rings a bell, Harry did, in fact, inform you of the plans late last week, usually, you are great at remembering these sorts of things, it must have just slipped your mind. “I’ll remind you again later, go to sleep.” He sweetly smiles over at you, pulling a pair of jeans up his lengthy legs.

Keep reading

Chaebol Ise

Now that I know Kim Seok-Jin is a son of a CEO, for some reason, I feel so distant and strange. 

Well this is delusional and we DO HAVE a HUGE DISTANCE equivalent from earth to pluto. But, honestly, even being a fangirl, I don’t really find this fact exciting. 

It’s like, after all these times I have been thinking that he started from TOTAL SCRATCH, like literally from nothing, being all broke and struggling to death, apparently he got quite a strong support system from the start. He got parents who provided him things he needed during his trainee period. No financial problems. He just needed to do his best in coping with other member’s pace since he didn’t have any experience in singing or dancing to begin with. He struggled, he did, but not in terms of financial situation. He got support, so he could roar.

It’s not that I hate this fact. Or that he doesn’t deserve any of his success right now. No, no. He DOES DESERVE everything he has achieved and I admire his hardwork and determination. I really do. I am also still amazed by the fact that he remains a humble, down-to-earth, intelligent, and funny-ass guy even tho he inherits a buttload of money. I am still captivated by the fact that he worked THAT HARD to be known as he is right now. Not the son of a CEO of this or that company, but as himself. As the name he made for himself.

I adore all that. I still really do.

But I just feel like he’s become less relatable.

It’s like, he turned out to be someone that I don’t even know.

Well yea I don’t really know him in person, tho. So who am I to judge. But this become very personal. Now that I know how he grew up, what kind of family he was born into, and what kind of previlege he has accustomed himself to, I started to feel less related to him. 

Everyone likes someone who they can relate to. I liked him because he is so hardworking, ambitious and determined. I liked him because of his positive wit and great sense of humor. I love that he is such a passionate but also pragmatic smart ass, that he does realize that money is essential (remember time when he scolded his mom because she bought some overpriced stuff), that he knows investment is important (he wanted to buy a property and even acquisize BigHit after he got the money), the fact that he still go after his degree even when he is packed with schedule (Konkuk University, no less. And now MBA in Hanyang. Think about it.).

His passion and determination to what he is doing combined with his long-term pragmatism instantly caught my attention. Like, this is the kind of man I imagine myself to be with.

He is so relatable because right now I find myself in this pace. This quarter-life crisis. Lately, I have been thinking a lot about investment and establishing my own venture. I know that being passionate is needed to gain more while we are young, but being realistic and thinking long-term is also absolutely necessary. And finding out that Jin is not like other celebrities who simply go after their passion, I instantly feel so related to his perspective towards this life. He is the oldest, he is about the same age as me, he is struggling to keep his shit together, and that’s what makes him so relatable. 

This might sound judgemental as fuck, but somehow I begun to see him as one of those over-privileged brat. The type that I despise the most, whether in drama or in real life. You know how much I hate Kim Tan in Heir and how much I adore that self-made billionaire in W-Two Worlds. The image of chaebol ise (the second generation of a conglomerate) never even once impressed me. Those guys have everything too easy. 

Unless if he decided to get out and not getting involved in his family business. 

And make money on his own.

Which I really hope that’s what he has been doing and will always do. 

anonymous asked:

who is pete wentz writing songs about?

mikey way. okay, here we go.

so, in the summer of 05 is when most people think it started because fob and mcr played warped together, but, they had also played the year before and thats when i think it started. as many know, pete single handedly wrote the entirety of from under the cork tree, which was released may 3rd of 2005, which means he had been writing some of it the previous summer. most of the album is quite cheery, depicting the emotions of someone who is battling some darker force within themselves, but is also experiencing a happiness from someone else they dont think they deserve or should have (short version: an emo is in love). also, theres the parallel between dance dance and favorite record- dance dance depicts a literal and emotional dance, and then in favorite record you have “i cant remember just how to forget the way we danced”. so, based on research and educated opinion, i believe that the petekey fling started in 04.

then, the next summer both bands were again picked for warped, which only intnsified the relationship. after weeks of spending excessive time with each other and attending each others shows, the media took notice. in an interview that summer, when asked about it he responded “me and pete wentz arent dating. we are both heterosexual males… sort of… maybe… umm… next!”. on may 16, 2005 mikey was spotted at a fueled by ramen show watching fob at house of blues wearing a white jacket that allegedly belonged to pete. a few days later, pete posted a list on live journal of things that get him hot and bothered. on taht list were a.having a crush on a person i speak to nearly every day and b.white denim jackets….

on tuesday, june 28, 2005, pete posted the following on livejournal: “Amazing New Mexico sunset. im hanging on a bridge with my friend mikey from my chem. its all orange and pink above us. we went to another water park again. i love high fives again. totally back in love.” on july fourth he posted an entry that ended with “hot and miserable but totally back in love”. on july 15 he posted “Though I am over hearing your thoughts on haircuts and pants. I’m over us trying to be perfect tens for your little eyes. We don’t care what you think of us. Listen to a song and time your heartbeat. Let it be okay to fall asleep slow tonight. Think about a good friend. Think about god. Think about death. Think about someone elses hand clumsily on your belt in the dark. Think it will be okay. No more rants. No more poetry. Not tonight. True love for the believers”. on july 17 he posted “wrote you a goodbye note (you just wrote me off) on your arm when you passed out. bestfriends, exfriends- better off as lovers not the other way around. racing through the city in the back of yellow checkered cars. the takeoffs are the worst but the skin from your shoulder to your ear makes it all worth it. and im sorry the way my moods flicker on and off like old light on your porch, but i know you wouldn’t have it any other way. sneaking in your window instead of out. the way you hold a cigarette cause you don’t know what to do with your hands when we are sitting this close. the way the waists of pants feel better at the ankles. the way you always were my best excuse for calling in sick on everyone else. i miss you”. which later became the song bang the doldrums, which was origionally titled summer of like (pete mentioned this in a rolling stones interview), which is now what fans call the relationship between pete and mikey in 05.

during that summer, fans claimed that mikey and pete didnt want to be photographed together, which is kind of suspicious…. but there are a few circulating the internet, and quite a few of mikey wearing clandestine (petes clothing line). at this time it was also common for fob and mcr to trade band members, mikey would play bass for fob so pete could take his mic into the crowd. pete also frequently watched mikey play with the stupidest smile on his face….

there are also fan reports of them being seen together. “ at my warped date i got there early in the morning and hung out by the fob bus because i wanted to get a pic with patrick and around 10 am the door opened and a very tired looking mikey stepped off with pete right behind him and they appeared to be holding hands until they saw the people around and they both refused to have their pictures taken together ”. and “during Fall Out Boy’s set (they were one of the closing bands that night) they dedicated one of the songs to Mikey, who was watching from the side of the stage. Pete said, “This song is about revenge. Right, Mikey? Revenge!” Mikey smiled and nodded, and during “Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy” he mouthed along to all the words.”

pete also posted at one point “i wish you were my bass, not just my friend”. on august 19 he posted “ Warped tour was fun. Since being home I remembered that showering and sleeping are fun too. My real feelings on the sunburst bass. I loved that thing. But then it started cheating on me with mikey way. I had to hit it. Its not my fault- spousal abuse is an ugly thing. I’m in therapy that includes playing lots of warcraft online. Writing messages on your arm for someone to see at a show is the new away message - stealing peoples real diary is the new livejournal”.

on september 4, pete posted “on the getaway car, the rush of blood to the head: it’s strange to find myself again back at the feelings of the blue cover after going through the red and the gold. its kind of always like that. i am sorry if i am not making any sense. but everybody likes to take chances and make bets. i always put my money on the longshots. and no matter where my head was in the world i always dreamed of waking up next to the biggest brown eyes i have ever seen/’meandyouunderneaththehoneymoon’. “go back to what it meant back then”: and you imagine yourself moving deep into the summer and disappearing, and for me it was always with you. and then things got crazy. you stopped calling me back. i stopped trying to call but not in my head. and then you got malicious but i’m guessing only because you learned from the best- take back your taste and all. i never thought it would be just me again. but that’s okay. we’re gonna hole up and wait it out. i feel like i can see for the first time, like i was born just in the last minute. wake me up. baby boy, you’re gonna be okay. hearts between our knees sticking to the summer sheets. are you catching my drift…. its gonna be alright. your love would be hell but its just not hot enough baby.” (Note… baby BOY)

after petes nudes were leaked, hey chris wrote him a public letter which contained the following: “you know the friends i have and you know how we feel about loyalty. you know who im talking about and you know they’re not happy either.” and shortly after chris posted pic of him and mikey saying he’d “found new love”

the summer of 06, peter once again had some interesting things to say. on july 7 he posted “im so sorry, but not really. (‘straighten up and die right’) i said i want to be rebuilt like a frank lloyd wright only without all of the water damage. or painted over like a monet only less blurry. she said “no, youre something different”. like what? “something better”. it gave me the rush of warm blood like you see in cartoon dogs right before their eyes pop out and all of the bells go off. my head is spinning like a car off of an icy guardrail. show me what you are made of. your eyes were always rolling but youd tilt your head so they were somehow always still stuck on me (have your cake and eat it too). i feel safe but not like a bet more like the way mothers feel when the lock the car doors in bad neighborhoods. i am blue waves across the red rootlike veins in the bodies drawn flat in medical books. i wonder at the way that someone can write thousands and thousands of pages about my insides. when i met you i gave you a name- not your own- but in my head so i wouldnt ever mix you up with anyone so ordinary- i cant tell you- but to me it meant salvation. you only wanted reaction. but i cant be bothered. not anymore. ill see you in the spring. first pew on the left. wear your white veil and dont forget the words. warped tour. sun drenched days. bestfriends. new roads. so long salvation. dont worry your pretty little heads. i am sleeping safe tonight.” then the next day, on the 8th, he posted “the fraternal order of the handsome boy. ive been watching you from afar. my breath on the inside window as you walk in from the carcandy caned lies in red and white against clashing patterns bending in and out of understanding. ”youre the stranger ive been dreaming of”, stranger than any ive ever known. love through a telescopic lens. when the air is clear i can see how perfect you are for me. late at night when the city sleeps i cast a spell on you to make you think of me the very same way i think of you. i only love how the words feel in my head when i write them. fireworks over the valley. how can i tell you i gut people for a living. that everything you say is likely to end up as evidence when i rewrite history. over and over again. how everything you do reminds me of something else, someone else. how i get paid to be humble and arrogant at the same time,to be chased and never caught. that i just want to stay up late and wake up early to talk to you. that i want to show you all of my jealousy and insecurity and have you not care. youre like a light switch and i just want to turn you on and watch them all shrink away. the words come out of my fingertips on impulse. it is instinct. my head cant keep up. i envy the comatose. i admire the bedridden. i am addicted to the way i feel when i think of you. ”im blowing smoke rings around the moon….” i wish i was the exact opposite of how the world knows me.”

then, there is infinity on high, which is basically completely about mikey (especially bang the doldrums, because it was born on live journal right after that summer of like…) and ab/ap, due to the constant reiteration of a past love, my favorite being fourth of july with “you are my favorite what if, you are my best i’ll never know”

also othe fact that neither of them can hold a true relationship with women without it ending badly. perhaps because there is someone out there that they are simply destined to be with…. 


so yeah. pete wentz writes a lot of his music about mikey way.

Hunting: For the Love of Wild Things

People say that because I kill animals that I can’t possibly love them.  People say that hunters have a bloodlust and a desire to kill.  When I hear this, I can’t help but cringe…because it’s so far from the truth.  Somehow, because people don’t understand the depth and romanticism of what it really is to hunt wild game I am labeled as cruel, cold, and someone who can’t possibly care about animals.

So, what is it about hunting that goes hand-in-hand with a genuine interest and love for wildlife?

What people often hear about are the obvious financial and economic gains that contribute to the overall conservation of certain species and habitat that are a direct result of legal and sustainable practice hunting.  But, you’ve probably heard about that many a time.  What I want to talk about it the emotional and romantic side of hunting that equates to truly loving wildlife.

Most importantly - There is no bloodlust.  To have a bloodlust is to want to kill indiscriminately. A good hunt is not even defined by the kill and when the opportunity to make a kill is presented, great patience and discretion is used.  I don’t have a desire to KILL…If that’s all it was, I could shoot birds with a pellet gun off the bird feeder, but there is no satisfaction or love in that.  I have the desire to HUNT…to be close to animals in their environment in a way that goes undetected and does not disturb it.  In a way that makes me one of them.

A good hunt is defined by the overall experience, not the kill.  The satisfaction comes from all of the preparation, the work, the effort, and the knowledge that it took to get you in front of that animal.  The kill is only a successful conclusion.  The kill is a bittersweet end to a great adventure.  The kill is not what makes a hunting story enthralling or interesting or worth listening to…but rather it is the steps that led up to that kill.  Heck, I even have some great hunting stories that ended in me coming home empty handed; the ones that got away.

Pursuing an animal and making it your prey creates a special connection between the hunter and the animal.  A successful pursuit requires thinking like him and understanding him in a way that you can only appreciate through hunting.  For a short time, normal life dissolves into the background and you become one with that animal’s environment.  You become in tune with everything around you - anything on the ground that might make a sound and give away your position, the direction and speed of the wind, and the way the light is passing through the canopy.

The kill…

Arriving at the point of making your kill shot is an achievement that in most cases, takes skill, time, and a great deal of knowledge.  To peruse an animal in this way, you must have first loved it.  

When the opportunity finally presents itself, I watch that animal in his last moments with a great deal of admiration and respect for him because of the journey it took to put me there before him.  During his life, he has been more free than I will ever be, and for a brief time during my pursuit of him, I was free like he was. 

Walking up to your kill is emotional and humbling.  A mixture of grief and adrenaline grips me.  I kneel before him, thankful for the adventure and the bounty that he will provide for me or for others.  

Like braille, I trace my fingertips across the scars on his hide, I feel the cracks in his horns and I am blessed to experience his life story in a way that no one else can.  I have just experienced this animal in a perfect and natural state.  From start to finish, he had no idea that I was even there.  And, here I stand before him, admiring every blemish and characteristic that makes him a unique individual. 

This is why taxidermy preserves these animals in a way that makes them look alive.  A hunter wants to be reminded of that animal in life and during the pursuit.  A moment frozen in time and a conversation piece that invites people to inquire about the animal’s story and appreciate it in a way that can’t always be achieved through photographs or through a glass wall.

Hunting is all about the journey, not the destination.  However, as with most things, a success story is always welcome.   

Baby, dance with me.

Authors Note: Hey hey my lovely readers. This is a bit short but I mean… it is cutesy and fluffy, did I mention kinda cute? Haha. It is 1 am and I am super happy so please, disregard this authors note if it appears odd. Anywho, enjoy Shawn fluff. Xx (GIF not mine).

Shawn Master List found HERE


You relax in the passenger seat with Shawn’s phone in your hand, dominating the music, your laughter echoing loudly in the car as you snicker at your boyfriend while he hums obnoxiously to your favourite song, intentionally going off key. 

“And they call you a pro.” You chuckle as the melody comes to an ending, your eyes scanning his phones playlist for another tune.

“Someone’s a bit jealous.” His hand benevolently reaches over for yours, his fingers binding with yours as he proceeds to aimlessly drive.

On warm summer evenings you and Shawn agree that there is no better feeling than to aimlessly drive around the town, windows down, music playing as the mild breeze fills your lungs. There is just something calming and nonchalant about having no real destination as the breeze travels through your hair and the air becomes crisper.

“Do you think maybe you will play one of my requested songs?” Shawn questions with a grin, for the third time requesting yet another one of his favourite musician’s songs. You shake your head, clicking on one of Shaw’s numbers, the first few chords immediately causing him to sigh.

“I am no John, but I am glad you perceive a resemblance.”

“Maybe you can sing this song in tune,” You playfully tease, his voice already humming to the opening chords.

While the music softly sounds and Shawn hums along to his own song, your eyes take notice of the clouds eclipsing, a few raindrops becoming evident on the windscreen.

“Hey, there is small field up ahead, do you mind stopping?” You request, a twinkling idea striking your thoughts. He doesn’t ask questions, alternatively, he complies with your demands.

When the car comes to a halt you slide out, waiting for Shawn to wander over towards you.  

“Okay, so what are we doing?” He questions, his eyes gazing out at the empty field of fresh grass and a few dandelions. You smile to yourself, taking his hand and tenderly tugging him further away from the vehicle.

“We are feeling the rain.” You respond with a heavy exhale, feeling the cool precipitation tapping your bare skin.

“We are about to be in the middle of a storm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” He turns to stare at you with wrinkled eyebrows, utterly bewildered by your comment.

You nod, “It is like stopping to smell the roses, but we are feeling the rain.” You respond, lacing your fingers with his, peering into his copper-colored eyes. He lets out a small chuckle, the rain flattening his hair as it becomes damp.

“You, are so fucking weird, yet so fucking beautiful.”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I would like to start off saying I am an ardent admirer of your art (very very ardent, I love your art so much)!!! If I could humbly ask for any advice you could give to me to improve my own art, especially within the realm of character design/environmental layout design, i would be super grateful!! Even if not, that's cool, thank you for your time 👍🏽

hello, thank you for your support! 

as far as environment layout goes, I myself am a baby- I’ve only just started to get into it, and am learning rather fast how little I know about how to draw things that are literally all over the place in front of my eyes (mountains, i tell you, I’ve been looking at them for a year straight and I still ) plants too?! I know how to draw a tree theoretically and can draw it if I’m looking at it with no worries, but at soon as I try to pull one from my head, no dice. But all that comes with practice, definitely. 

I really haven’t explored enough myself, so my advice to you is the same advice as I’m trying to follow- draw a lot! plein air, pinterest, imagination, movie screenshots (that’s a good one. for environmental layouts and getting the gist of how to set out your place to direct the eyes to one area or whatever, tip top stuff.) I’m in the middle of deadlines but I tell you, as soon as I’m done school, that’ll be me 24/7. EDIT travel magazines!!! Natgeo! good shit 

My main issue is that I’m not very good at visualising large 3d spaces, coming from mostly drawing flat comic-esque or painterly art all my life. Check out the artworks and comics of Moebius and miyazaki’s Nausicaa- they are both excellent at creating phenomenal depth and space without a lot of rendering. It knocks me out. goals ya know 


character design- 

you know me, I’m all about clothes. 

I’m glad I got this ask actually, it reminds me of the things I really should be focusing on in my art, and those things are NOT clothes: 

diversity of body shapes and features 

working towards a knowledge of anatomy great enough to be able to draw people from most angles 

creating appeal in some way other than basic attractiveness. I really love to draw beautiful boys and girls, I really really do, but I realise that I have difficulty making a character that I’m attached to look strange, old or ugly. and that is a definite limitation. Consider putting a bunch of effort into observational drawing- and don’t hold back. I’ve always been afraid of having drawings in my sketchbook that aren’t classically appealing, and there’s really no fun in that. 

I’m working on putting my defined cheekbone #aesthetic aside and drawing some real people, maybe that’s an idea that would be helpful for you too :) 

if your characters are all beautiful, (or smooth, or small, or big, or whatever, or whatever) that’s delightful, but I’d say further along the line you’d be backing yourself into a tight corner if you only polish one tiny set of skills. 

environment and character senpais (get you a senpai who can do both)

Moebius 

Druillet

miyazaki

turndecassette

Parrish

McCay 

cy-lindric

Jocelyn Charles  

Perplexingly

… there’s many more than that, why can’t i remember 

hope this is helpful! xoxo gossip goat

SNSD Reaction to: You Teaching Them How to Swim

Hey hey hey! May I request SNSD being thought how to swim by you(as in you are the teacher)? Thank you very much!


Taeyeon: Doesn’t take your lessons seriously. She’d rather play around, splashing you and wearing safety bands that make her look so smol and cute.

“As long as you can swim, I’ll have you to save me!” she reasons.

Originally posted by taeyeonyurifany

Jessica: Tries so hard but is too clumsy, knowing she looks silly just flailing her arms and legs around. It doesn’t help that Krystal comes to show some “sisterly support” … but really she’s just recording her and laughing.

Originally posted by cho-rong

Sunny: Starts off serious. She really wants to learn but as time goes on, she’ll loose interest and convince you instead that being on dry land is better.

“I don’t need to swim away from sharks if I stay on the sand!”

Originally posted by hyukwoon

Tiffany: She feels safer, now knowing how to swim, and wants to show how grateful she is. She’ll write ‘Thank you’ in the sand and insist on buying you a refreshing drink.

Originally posted by thefarfarside

Hyoyeon: Finds the lessons fun and likes that she can swim now. The lessons are also good exercise but she finds that she’s so worn out after them. “Thank you,” she’ll say, clambering into a hammock, “I’m too tired but tomorrow, we should go for lunch. My treat! I want to say thank you for helping me ~”

Originally posted by hyoism

Yuri: First of all, she looks so glorious in a bikini. And the sun only helps to bring out her beautiful skin tone. So it’s hard to instruct her, when you find yourself getting … distracted 👀 Luckily, she thinks it’s cute and can’t resist teasing you.

“Why did you stop talking? Am I showing too much skin?” ;)

Originally posted by kwonyeori

Sooyoung: Takes the lessons seriously but can be prone to complaining when she’s tired. Also prone to bragging when she masters how to swim. Of course, our down to Earth Sooyoung could never forget to thank you for your help. She’ll either introduce you to an idol you admire or maybe sing at your little cousin’s bday party (who’s bias is her)

Originally posted by reinbei

Yoona: She’s so hardworking that she’ll probably learn the fastest out of all the girls. And her humble nature means that she wouldn’t dare not repay you. She’ll help out of you need it such as if you’re teaching kids how to swim and they’re wild and not paying attention.

“Do you need some help?” Yoona asks, as the kids gasp in amazement.

“It’s an angel!” one exclaims.

Originally posted by silenceonsilence

Seohyun: Unsurprisingly, Seohyun takes the lessons the most serious. She doesn’t waste time messing around. She really applies herself and learns quickly. And wants to thank you from her heart, so will most likely bring you something homemade; whether it’s a jar of kimchi, cupcakes, muffins, it doesn’t matter. It will be tasty and made from the heart.

Originally posted by taeyeonyurifany

Dear @taylorswift,

   My name is Mélanie, I am 19 years old and I am from France. I just want to write this post because I never got the chance to meet you nor see you live and I want you to know how much you mean to me and how much you have changed my life for the best. I’ve been a fan of you since 2011. At the time I was 13 and I was in such a bad place because I was struggling a lot with self-confidence and I had such a low self-esteem. My best friend of 7 seven years left without no explanation and this was probably the worst thing I’ve ever experienced because of the way things ended. I was slowly losing myself and my whole world was slowly falling apart before my eyes as I had to go through things such as bullying and family problems as well. However, I will always remember that cold December day. I was wandering around on Youtube, feeling overwhelmed by this feeling that wouldn’t let go of resistance and I ended up finding you and watching the music video for ‘Ours’ and I immediately fell in love with this song especially because of the lyric “people throw rocks at things that shine” which helped me a lot to realize my worth and support me into my healing journey. Since this day I’ve made the decision to support every day and I don’t regret anything, you have been my escape and my permanent home and you were one the reasons why I never gave up on my life because you always keep beautiful energies flowing. I truly believe that the universe brings the right people and circumstances into our life at the perfect time and you’re a stunning proof. The way you tell stories through your songs that make them personal but also relatable to millions is beyond admirable and I hope you never stop doing what you are doing because your talent is what helped me stay grounded despite the collective sadness & anger I felt. For the past few years I haven’t had the easiest time of my life but I’m so happy I got to grow with someone like you, so humble and enchanting and I am taking my time to heal, grow and fall in love with myself again cause that’s how much you impact on me and on other people as well. I’ve caught myself a lot genuinely smiling while listening to your music. I can give you a million reasons as to why I love you till the end of this earth, without even mentioning all the things you have done for me indirectly, just the things you do every day with no hesitation just gentle gestures from your big heart. You are the most goodness potent human being on this planet and you make a sublime effect on everyone you encounter, naturally. You always teach me something new everyday and you always bring me back to myself time after time and I couldn’t be more grateful to live at the same time as you. Thank you for making me believe karma is real and for teaching me how to stand up for myself with humility and wisdom. I swear the stars that made you must have left a piece of them in all of us. I love you, I adore you. You are so incredible that it heals.

Dear Diary,

Andrew Lincoln continues to sweep me off my feet(and I ain’t that light), with his sweeping declarations about Richonne. I have realized now that my life is ruined. My days and nights are dedicated to Richonne happiness. No ship will ever compare(They improvised some of the van scene. Yeah, that 7x12 van scene. Somebody revive my limp corpse).

I often find myself questioning others with questions like, “When will your otp ever? When will you have a Captain so dedicated to S.S. Richonne? How am I so lucky? 

Then I remember, this was meant to be. The wait and journey that I trekked on with my ship through cold stares, murky walker waters, messy hairstylists who dabbled in ugly owl art, was worth it’s weight in gold. I am blessed. More blessed than the richest man.

My Captain, My Captain…you shall never disappoint me. I see you will be going down with your ship, and that in itself is admirable. I am forever apart of your crew. I humbly serve S.S. Richonne(Let your freak flags fly).

I’m just over the moon right now. 

Until the next time El Capitan speaks. 

Love,

Nyese3529

Originally posted by askbombasticblake

Team Rivalry~ Aaron Judge imagine

Aaron’s intentions are pure, however your overprotective friends think other wise (word count: 1600+)


You currently had an internship in Boston which was perfect because it just so happened that your cousin Dustin Pedroia played for the Boston Red Sox.

You were close to your cousin Dustin and grew to be really close friends with the some of the players on the team especially Andrew Benintendi and Xander Bogaerts.

Dustin’s family invited you and the rest of his teammates over for a simple barbecue on Thursday night.

Dustin stood up making a toast, “let’s beat those Yankees this weekend!”

The Red Sox and Yankees were getting ready to face off in the three-game series at Fenway Park. The Red Sox vs Yankees games were always the ones to watch because of the huge team rivalry. The boys were excited for the series and you were too because you were finally going to see Aaron Judge again.

You and Aaron had met at a small party awhile back when you were visiting your friend, Brooke in New York City. The two of you instantly hit it off, you thought he was really funny and sweet. Brooke even claimed the two of you would be perfect for each other and that it was a shame that you couldn’t come out to New York more often.  

You and Aaron had been texting for a while now, but it was hard for you to ever see him in person because you were currently living in Boston. The two of you had plans to meet for lunch tomorrow.

“Y/N?” Andrew called you, breaking you out of your little day dream about Aaron.

“What?” you asked.

“Caught you thinking,”  he said taking a swig of his drink, “…Got any plans before the game tomorrow?”

You smiled, “yeah, actually I’m going to lunch with Aaron Judge.”

Andrew looked up at you, “Is that so?” he said playfully pushing your shoulder.

“Yes, but don’t tell Dustin, he can get a little over protective sometimes.” you said.

“Don’t tell Dustin what?” Xander asked walking over to you guys.

“Oh Y/N is just going on date with the enemy.” Andrew said, looking over at you with a smile on his face.

“Enemy?” Xander asked.

“The Aaron Judge” Andrew told Xander.

“It’s just lunch, ok?” you said.

Andrew leaned back in his chair crossing his arms, “how do you even know him?”

“He’s a friend of a friend,” you said.

“Well I don’t trust him,” Xander said in a serious tone.

“Come on, he’s a good guy,” Andrew reassured Xander.

“If you say so,” Xander replied.


Keep reading

A Standing Ovation Ch. 3 Game Suspension, Pt. 5

Refer to: Cast


VIP Room

“Now then, thank you for the meal. It was an honor sharing this experience with you. Vice governor Hiura.”

“…..Isn’t the discussion still not finished?”

Izaya shook his head at Hiura’s attempt to keep him here.

“It is unfortunate, but from this point on we cannot continue forward without executive Takioka here, correct?”

“Well that is true, but….”

“Well, it will be fine if executive Takioka gives an answer by the ninth inning I suppose. Besides, I have to make various calls on my end too.”

Hiura nods at Izaya’s words, that being a natural course of action.

“When we meet later, I hope you will give the name of your employer.”

And then as he observed the young man in the wheelchair as though with admiration he said this.

“However, it’s strange. I have mistaken you as the top of the organization that is trying to get involved with us since you are so imposing.”

“No way.”

Izaya gives a sneering smile and strokes the arm of his wheelchair.

“I am just an informant. I move according to the will of my employer, nothing more than a humble puppet.”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

(1/? idk how many pts it'll take, longer this time, might have to send rest later if it yells at me for too many anon msgs at once) Emma sat in Killian's lap, her arms draped over his shoulders and her legs on either side of his waist, and she kissed him hard as she rubbed herself on his cock, covering it in her arousal that dripped from her aching core. He untangled his fingers from her hair to trail down her back and join his hook on her ass, massaging her flesh and traveling lower beneath her

thighs to spread her apart a bit more so he could easily press his hard length fully into her entrance, bringing his hand back to anchor in her golden locks as she began to move again with him inside her. 

 "Ohhhhh, fuck,“ she moaned as her clit brushed against his cock with every roll of her hips. She gasped when she felt his lips lightly nipping at her neck just below her jawline and thought she might come just like that before they even really got started. He always knew exactly how to build her up, knew her body probably better than she did as he’d explored every inch of her to find all the sensitive spots through which he could pleasure her and learn what satisfied sounds each one would elicit. Like the sounds she was making now while he teased her nipple with the cool metal touch of his prosthetic and moved in time with her to amplify each impact. 

"You make the most wonderful sounds, love. Do you know what it does to me, Emma, to hear how I make you feel? That you give me, of all men, the honor of making you feel these things?” And she never had felt quite this much or quite this good with anyone else she’d been with in her past. Then he hit that spot and she lost her breath, her head lolling back and her mouth agape as he continued to thrust. God, she was so close! If he would just-

She whined when he held her in place and stopped his own movements, ceasing the friction her body craved. He brought his hand around her, strands of her hair still laced between his fingers, to caress her bottom lip with his thumb. > “Look at you, the most beautiful lass in all the lands, in the lap of a pirate like me. I don’t deserve you, love." 

He smiled at her, his eyes soft when she met his gaze, and she melted into his kiss as he pulled down her lip and slipped his tongue inside, tracing her mouth with it and pulling away when he let her begin to move at last and he thrust his hips to her rhythm. "An absolute goddess." 

She looked with him when he glanced down to watch their movements as his length disappeared inside her, reappeared, disappeared and reappeared again and again, which only keyed her up more. 

"You’re so pretty, Swan. So nice and pink just for me. Are you almost there, my love? I won’t be far behind with you squeezing my cock like this, so tight, bloody brilliant lass you are.” He lowered his hook to where they were joined and caught her breast with his mouth, pausing his sucking to say in a mumbled growl, “You're so good for me, Emma.”

That was just what she needed, and she squeaked out his name with a drawn out moan as she came with a shudder, falling into him and holding on for dear life as her knees dug into his sides and he helped her ride him through it, bouncing her on his cock as she crested and let her limbs go limp around him to relax into her pleasure. Killian followed with his own release shortly after and stilled inside her. She crashed her mouth into his, smiling against him as they kissed and kissed until he finally lifted her off of him and laid her on her back, quickly catching with his tongue their combined essences as they leaked from her center and shakily balancing himself above her to let her taste them on his lips. She let out a pleased sigh at the flavor, then groaned when his softened length nudged her swollen and sensitive bundle of nerves as he settled closer to her. 

Taking his cock in her hands and thumbing at the tip, making him inhale sharply, she said breathlessly,

“That felt amazing, Killian. But you’re so great that you always leave me wanting you more.” Tickling the underside of his balls and giving them a soft squeeze, she continued, “What do you say, captain? Do you think you’ve got any more pillaging in you tonight?" 

Through gritted teeth at her teasing grip, he chuckled and answered, "Give a man some time to recover, princess, and then I shall be at your service.” She laughed and let him go, rolling them to swap their positions and laying on top of him to draw lazy circles in his chest hair with her fingers and pepper kisses along the paths of the shapes, feeling him hardening once more beneath her and getting more eager herself to have that feeling of fullness back so soon. 


(That’s all for this one. 🙂 If you post it, please italicize the “/that/” instead of having the ’/’s there. Also if me sending these is actually annoying, just say the word and I’ll stop. Otherwise I hope you enjoy. 😉)


ANNOYING? are you kidding?? you are the fairest smut storyteller of them all, my fairy and i am a humble admirer. your bits are in my phone notes. thank you again

Originally posted by sensualkisses

I watched Bright Lights shortly after Carrie’s passing (which really was a terrible idea because I was not at all emotionally ready for it) and something that struck me was that more than once she alluded to this idea that fans love LEIA but not necessarily Carrie.

What I’ve been struggling with though is how to explain my conception of the character. Because to me, Leia and Carrie are the same. That’s not to say that I project Leia onto Carrie, because I know she was her own person, and that Leia is not simply Carrie Fisher as a human sent into space. What I mean is that Leia is impossible without Carrie. I’m sure many people would disagree. After all, as I was very anxiously told by a Hollywood Studios employee during my Disney World vacation, “LEIA isn’t dead. Disney really wants us to make that clear. Carrie was the actress but nothing’s happened to Leia.”

I had to work very hard during that conversation not to scowl at the poor girl, who was very clearly parroting sentences she’d been instructed to say if the subject of Carrie’s death were to come up in the store. And while I know that *narratively* Leia is still alive (in the new canon movies that I don’t recognize as Star Wars anyways), I was stunned by the sentiment. Carrie was the actress, but nothing’s happened to Leia. Wrong. Untrue. Cruel and callous words spoken by someone who just didn’t understand, because Carrie Fisher was and IS Leia.

To me it comes down to a few factors. The first is that unlike franchises like Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings where the characters existed and were loved by readers long before being adapted to the screen and embodied by actors, the same cannot be said for Star Wars. When we look at Princess Leia, Carrie’s face is the only face there has ever been. Carrie’s mannerisms are source material for the character. Carrie’s voice and Carrie’s expressions and Carrie’s everything else. We do not watch Star Wars and feel that we are seeing an actress’s portrayal of Princess Leia. We simply see Princess Leia, because it was Carrie Fisher as Princess Leia that we all fell in love with. Can anyone conceive of a Leia that is not Carrie Fisher? When reading the novels, does anyone picture anything that’s not Carrie Fisher’s Princess Leia? I certainly can’t. Half the time I can’t even properly engage in a Star Wars comic book if the artist’s rendition of Leia doesn’t look enough like Carrie Fisher. It feels like an imposter Leia, not the REAL Leia. Much like the overwhelmingly negative responses to the young Han Solo movie borne of the viciously stubborn and ferociously loyal opinions that only Harrison Ford could ever portray Han, only Carrie Fisher could ever be Princess Leia.

And it’s not just that. It’s not just that Carrie was how we were introduced to Leia and that as a result we had no concept of Leia before or without Carrie. It’s not even just that Carrie deserves a good deal of the credit for our love of the character because it was her acting that brought her to life, her work that we have all come to love. It’s more than that because you can tell that so much of Leia IS Carrie. So much of the nerve, of the bold resistance, of the snark and sass, of the sharp wit, of the caring and vulnerability–so much of what makes Leia LEIA is because of who Carrie Fisher is, of drawing on her own experiences, her own feelings, her own instincts. So much of what we see on screen isn’t just an actress stepping into the shoes of a character and becoming the character, because it’s obvious by reading her writing and listening to her speak and understanding her humor and knowing what was going on behind the scenes during filming that Carrie brought so much of herself into Leia. So much so that any other actress in the role would have reaped a completely different result, unrecognizable from the Leia we know and love.

That’s why I was flabbergasted during that Disney World interaction, so surprised and affronted and of half a mind to march over to some Disney executive and explain that there is no Leia without Carrie.

So when Carrie said that fans love Leia and she herself was just the closest they could get, it made me unspeakably sad, because it’s not that we loved someone else’s creation that she had just happened to give a face to. We love Leia as Carrie made her to be. We love Carrie’s work and Carrie’s spirit and the life that she gave to Leia. We love Princess Leia the character who is embodied by Carrie Fisher. Period. 

I was so saddened to think that Carrie might not have known that. We love Leia, but we also love Carrie for being Leia, for giving us Leia, for embodying Leia as only she could have. For becoming Leia.

And not just that, either! Because we love Princess Leia, but we love Carrie, too! As an aspiring writer myself, I can’t even begin to express how affected I have been by Carrie’s books. She did things with words that shocked me. Her writing was so clever, her humor so brilliant, and her voice in it so apparent that I can recall quite clearly reading Shockaholic and being 1. surprised that she was so good and affronted on her behalf that no one seemed to ever talk about how skilled an author she was 2. delighted to read something so engaging and 3. rather put-out, because I’d always thought I had some decent talent and reading her work I knew that I wasn’t at all of her calibre. And I mean that sincerely, because her writing is not just witty and entertaining. It’s so honest that it’s startling, and it’s so powerful in its honesty and so genuine in its humanity that you really can’t help but to ache. The compassion and empathy her writing evokes is unlike any other writing I’ve ever read. It’s impossible to read her books and not hurt with her, root for her, laugh with her, feel with her. Her writing inspired me. Her talent is commendable. Her honesty is humbling. Her humor is undeniably hilarious, and yet also sometimes heartbreakingly sad.

So I love Carrie for being Princess Leia and I love Leia because of what Carrie made of her. I thoroughly enjoy and am inspired by Carrie’s writing. Maybe because I loved and admired Leia all through my childhood and maybe because I share Carrie’s love of words and language and because I was inspired by her writing, or maybe because so much of her experiences strikes so close to home in me–a young woman with a dysfunctional family and daddy issues and body dysphoria and depression and anxiety and the impression that my life experience is so different from everyone else’s–that other people just don’t seem to feel things like I do–I finished her novels feeling that she was a kindred spirit. I could relate to her. I became very protective of her. I was absolutely devastated when she died.

So many people have commended her for speaking so bravely and truthfully about drug addiction and mental illness, and certainly she should be celebrated for the work she did speaking out about the stigmas surrounding those issues. So many people have celebrated her take-no-shit attitude, her advocation of feminist ideas, her political stances and refusal to keep quiet about the many injustices in our country. I could go on and on about how I admired her for all of that, and how much her bravery meant to me, and how refreshing she was in her individuality. I could talk for days about all the ways she inspired me.

But what I keep coming back to is what she said in Bright Lights and how sad she seemed. Carrie loved Princess Leia. We know that she did and that she didn’t begrudge us for loving Leia, too. But I’ve just been so haunted these months since her death. I hope Carrie knew that it wasn’t just Leia that we loved. Not just Leia who inspired us. I hope she knew that we were inspired by her. I hope she knew that her tenacity, and her honesty, and her refusal to sit down and shut up and be complacent, her intelligence and talent, her acting and her writing and her humanity all made a difference. It made a difference to me, at least. And not only her strength, but her weaknesses, too. Her struggles and her hardships affected me profoundly because I have struggled, too. Yes, I love Leia. Princess Leia is without a doubt the greatest fictional love of my life, the character that no character could ever replace in my heart. But I loved Carrie, too, and I looked up to her in a way that I cannot ever remember looking up to anyone in my young life. Leia is Carrie and Carrie is Leia, and there’s no question about it. I hope that Carrie knew that we knew it. I hope she knew we recognized that she was more than just her custodian. I hope being Leia wasn’t an awful burden to her, and that she knows how much credit she deserved for Princess Leia.

Mostly though I hope that wherever she is, she isn’t sad anymore. I hope she’s aware of the effect she’s had on us all, through Leia and through everything else. I hope she finally feels like she’s gotten to the end of her personality, and is finally lying in the sun.

100+ followers appreciation!

I am absolutely humbled that I have made it to this milestone and although to some it may seem small I am absolutely grateful to those who have offered support to my sad murder dad. So thank you to those who have followed and I hope to interact with everyone properly soon. (^≗ω≗^)

Legendary Soldiers (People I adore and would fight for): 

@vvarlcrd / @clawing-ocelot / @edencursed / @nnyoka / @ciircumserpent / @absenceofwords / @puckish-rogue / @blessedfate / @anarchyreign / @lupus-solitarius / @cfdualities / @hawkelana / @maljefe / @epheemere / @therenyeager / @corcillum / @cosmophobicpi​ / @seduire

Elite Soldiers (People I admire from afar and would like to know better):

@fauxdoe / @playsvulgar / @mechanicalbrat / @flowering-magi / @dollsdecay / @i-need-my-mask / @hameya / @cammythighs / @chrisp30redfield / @akycko / @exitstageentropy / @adrenalxna / @bloodriven / @iisfet / @eyeoftruth / @herbounty / @dhampirblood

Oh Sailor Mine

A/N: So I have been working on this since April 2015 off and on, I love reading all the amazing fanfics you creative individuals put out for people like me to get lost in.  But I had this idea for a fic, and with school I knew I would never be able to post it without finishing it completely (because as a reader I hate when I am in reading something and it stops) and so here’s just a little one-shot. Hope you all enjoy and I know it’s probably not the best but it’s been in my docs for almost 2 years now and I reread it today and felt like posting.  Hope you enjoy! 

OH SAILOR MINE

She had this desire toward the captain that was inappropriate for a princess to feel but alas no matter how many times she scrubbed her eyes and pinched herself for her impure thoughts she could not shake him from her mind.  Every time Captain Killian Jones would come into port and gives her parents updates on his most recent voyage, her dreams would always become a little more vivid.  Despite her upcoming age to become eligible for marriage to one of the many suitors her mother restlessly had come visit the palace, her and Killian had established a friendly relationship towards one another.  Though he was the perfect gentleman in front of her parents at dinners and royal functions, anytime they were alone she felt like his blue eyes would change to a slightly darker shade and he would stand more closely to her than what was deemed appropriate from all of the etiquette books her tutors had given her as a girl.  Her days seemed less dull in his company and their discussions held her interest more than any of her potential suitors.

As he escorted her through the garden one hot summer afternoon, she felt like she was going to die of heat in her dress, she kept trying to fan herself but it seemed like the relentless sun gleamed even brighter despite her attempts at relief.  

“Sometimes I wish I could just be rid of all these stuffy layers” she muttered as she sat down on a bench and patted the spot next to her for him to join her.

Keep reading