i am so sorry i just needed to

So sorry.

The Boost near the apartment that I am staying at didn’t have enough regular milk so they substituted the regular milk with soy milk and my Banana Buzz tasted interesting (I’ve never tried soy milk before) but it was alright! Anyways, that aside, I am a little bit unsatisfied with the ending but I hope this is alright! 

PS: I have been thinking about this for a while. Do you think I should make a separate blog for my non-DC posts (aka a side-blog)? Or should I just continue posting them here? (need your thoughts on this one!) 


When Peter told you to wait for him while he quickly makes a run to the store, you thought nothing of it. “Okay, I’ll be waiting right here.” You smiled at your boyfriend. Peter looked at you before kissing your temple briefly and running back towards the direction of the store.

You took out your phone and begin scrolling through Instagram, liking photo updates from your families, cousins and friends. One even managed to get a giggle out of you.

“That’s a nice laugh you got, babe.”

You jump slightly, startled by the unfamiliar voice and you glance at the man that is standing not far from you. Suddenly you feel very scared and you keep your eyes low, looking at the store, hoping Peter can sense your distress signal.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here alone?” The man steps closer and you inch back the slightest bit, which in hindsight had been a really bad idea on your part because now you are trapped between the man and the pole.

You glance at the store again before keeping your eyes on the ground. At times like this, you wish you had insisted on following Peter to the store. There was just something about this man that really rubbed you the wrong way and the fact that he was still staring at you definitely made you feel more uncomfortable too.

“Waiting for my boyfriend.” You finally answer, hoping the man would just stop advancing towards you but your hope is crushed when that prompted the man to step even closer. So close, he is now standing a few centimeters away from you and you can feel his presence. It makes your stomach churn and your heart starts to race.

The man lets out a scoff. “Boyfriend, really? I’ve heard of that multiple times.” The man leans in so close, every single time he breathes out, you can feel it on your face and you flinch. He lets out a dark chuckle. “You have quite the look on you.” He eyes you and just as you are about to make a run, the man grabs on to your arm, slamming it on the pole behind you causing you to let out yet another startled yelp. “I think I’m going to have some fun with you.”

You struggle to pull your arm and right at this point in time, you forgot all self-defense classes you have taken and tried your hardest to pull your arm away from him. The man chuckles once more, pressing his nose to your cheek. You move your head away from him but he uses his free hand to grab on to your chin so that you are staring at him instead.

“I like it when they struggle.” He licks his lips and just as he is about to press his lips against yours, something pulls him off of you and he is pulled back by an unknown force. You immediately drop to the floor, on your knees, shaking and tears are streaming down your face. Everything that happened after that became a blur – you did not even hear the man screaming for help – you are consumed with fear.

“If I see you anywhere near this area again, I will be using more than just my fists.” Peter all but threatens before shooting his web towards the man, keeping him placed against the wall. He immediately tells Karen to lodge a police report.

Peter rushes over to you and immediately gathers you in his arms. You flinch and let out a gasp when Peter brings you into his embrace. “Hey, hey, it’s me. It’s Peter, Peter Parker.” He whispers to you and the moment you hear Peter’s voice and feel his safe arms around you, you start to sob, wounding your arms around his waist, crying against his chest. “It’s alright, I’m here, it’ll be alright now.” Peter rubs your back soothingly, kissing your temple and making sure you know that he will never leave you alone ever again.

It takes a while for you to stop crying but once you did, you finally pull away from Peter. He is looking at you with concern and love. He wipes the remaining tears away from your cheeks and presses his forehead against you.

“Are you alright now, Y/N?” Peter asks and you nod your head slowly. Thankful for whoever came to save you. “I’m glad you are safe.” Peter pulls back to stroke your cheek softly. “I am so, so sorry, Y/N.”

You shake your head, taking his hand in to yours. “Can we forget this ever happened?” You ask him instead. “Our entire day had gone really well too. I just, can we go home now?” You plead and Peter nods his head. He helps you up and wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to him.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, let’s get you back home.” Peter replies as he carefully guides you back home. Right at that moment, Peter feels very guilty even if he had managed to reach you in time. That had been the only one to comfort him – the fact that he had managed to reach you in time and save you from that man.

Just the thought of that man left his blood boiling but knowing that he is now probably going to end up in the custody of the police, it makes Peter less angry. When the two of you reaches your apartment building, Peter looks at you.

You immediately hold on to him, not yet ready to let Peter go just yet. “Can you come up with me?” You ask him tiredly. You really aren’t ready to part with your boyfriend just yet. Peter has this calming effect on you and not only that, he makes you feel safer than the four walls of your apartment.

Peter nods his head, grabbing on to your hand. He laces your fingers together with his and walks with you all the way to your apartment. You, unfortunately, live alone most of the times – this being the reason why you didn’t want to be alone just yet – and by most of the times, occasionally one of your parents would drop by to see how you are doing though tonight is not the night.

“Do you want anything? I can make some tea or coffee or make something simple?” Peter rambles. He has been over often enough to know where everything is.

“Can I ask for a hug instead?” You open your arms and Peter smiles at you before nodding his head. He pulls you towards him and you wrap your arms around his body. You slowly start to feel better as Peter hold you tenderly in his arms. He is where you feel safe and right at that moment, Peter is home to you.  

Peter buries his nose in your hair, inhaling and loving your scent and having your warmth pressed against him. He holds you close, savoring the feeling of having you in his arms. You don’t feel as tense now and Peter hopes you won’t be having any nightmares tonight.

“Thank you, Peter.” You pull away to look at him and Peter gives you that wonderful, adorable smile that still manages to make your heart race. “I know I don’t say this as much but I really do love you.” You tell him sincerely and the smile on Peter’s face widens and he crushes you in to his embrace, causing you to laugh in to his shoulders.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Peter presses a kiss to your temple. “I love you too.”

4

Newcrest Hospital, 3:30pm

Ariel: It’s been an hour, I don’t get what is taking so long. He just FAINTED, he’s FINE.

Receptionist: Ma’am, I will update you when we know something. I’m very sorry, but please try to understand that the doctors are doing what they can.

Miley: Ariel, c’mon, let’s go sit down. Sera needs you right now.

With a lot less salt, I just want to say that I’ve been that dumb kid who feels the need to violently protect the things I like and thought that anyone critiquing it was just being overdramatic and couldn’t take a joke.

I hate the fact that I was that kid. Hell, I was that way for part of my adult life. I was so stupid and I regret a lot of my behavior during that time. And chances are, a lot of people who are so quick to defend Dolph and say ‘It’s just a joke’ are going to look back and hate that they used to be that kind of person.

And the ones who don’t are the ones I truly pity.

anonymous asked:

Since the links at least on the French with English subs on the google spreadsheet aren't working, when will you be fixing them? I've seen you mention that you would be a while ago, but perhaps you've been busy, it's just so hard to find decent subbed videos on YouTube :)

Hey there!

Sorry for any confusion! We do keep saying we’re coming back ‘very soon’ with a new spreadsheet(s) and episodes, but life keeps getting in the way. The spreadsheets will take me nearly a collective week to finish, although I am producing them around school, so they may take longer due to my schedule. (I can hint that now all that needs to be done is the episode sheet layouts sssh) 

The main problem we have is finding a hosting service that won’t result in our files being immediately flagged for breaching Terms of Service and Copyright laws once we publicly post the links. Once we solve this problem, all episodes will be back up ASAP. We’re currently in the process of testing out some services, so hopefully some good news soon!

We apologise for any inconvenience, we know we’ve been MIA for quite a while, but we hope to have everything back up and running before the release of Season 2.

Hope this answers your queries!
- Abbey :)

anonymous asked:

I keep thinking maybe if i just kiss a guy or date a nice one then i will know for sure whether i am bi or gay. But a guy came up to me the other day and i was immediately uncomfortable. He wasnt someone i was interested in and i tried to give off like im sorry im not interested vibes, but he wouldnt quit and i just felt so sick after he left. Even though its just one guy, it makes me think maybe i feel that way for all guys. Im just so confused, any advice?

sorry this is late dear! im really sorry u had to deal with that :( and tbh u shouldnt force urself to date someone just because u feel like u need to try dating a guy or something like that. 

if you, yourself, are not interested in dating men then you don’t have to. the idea that women Must give men a shot so they can prove their lesbianism or whatever is, frankly, ridiculous and quite sexist and heteronormative. 

What am I supposed to do?

I am gaining too much weight. Like not just, oh I don’t want to gain weight while pregnant, like my doctor isn’t happy. I have actually made my eating better the last few weeks and it isn’t helping. So I really need to meal plan/prep this weekend and actually stick to it next week. It may be carbs being really hard on my body, but I just am in denial about that.

I was hanging out with a friend today that’s due in January and she hasn’t gained any weight at all and has been eating out every single day. She’s not a small girl either.

So yeah, I don’t know. I really need to focus on what I’m eating next week. Sorry this has been all over the place

I just love and respect Jin so much and learning about his father made my respect for him grow ever more. Usually children from those families end up running their businesses but Jin had his own dreams and passions and he went to college so that he could make a name for himself. When he was scouted by bighit without having any singing or dancing skills he auditioned and got in, and proceeded to train and practice tirelessly while still working on attaining his degree. Despite coming from a well off family he lived in that little dorm and used his pocket money to buy groceries so he could cook for his members. He always remained humble. I always remember that moment during their concert when Jin’s family was in the audience and he was in tears, talking about how his mom had to hear other moms talking about how proud they were of their sons and how he wanted his mom to be proud of him and show him off as well. And he finally got that and he made something of himself, on his own will, and his mom could brag about him too. I am just so proud of him. He gave up that comfortable life to make something of himself and he’s now in one of the biggest groups in kpop. I just love and respect him so much.

the princess stayed in the tower and read books about better girls, where their hands learned how to hold swords, where they rode in on horses. i gave her books as often as i could. she devoured them.

her princes saw her and pretended to be scared off by dragons. got too lost in the thicket. didn’t want to handle it.

“tell me what it’s like, out there,” she whispers to me for the millionth time. i take her from The Throne into her bed, tucking her in and making sure her feet are covered. 

“boring without you” i say as always, “but i did bring back a great story.”

i tell her about how the stars change beyond the equator. how there are places it looks like there are twin suns. how the desert crawls into you but so does snow. i talk about the taste of fruit and promise to bring her back some. she falls asleep while i murmur about rivers, and then in the morning i bring her from bed to Throne, even though she can do it on her own. sometimes she likes help, is all, and i’m happy to give it. 

she doesn’t want help getting dressed. the men come for me, blindfold masters i have almost befriended. the path we take away from her is always different, carefully manufactured so i don’t know exactly where she’s located. after all, a lady might get ideas about things.

they let me go in the queen’s room. i report findings, ask for fruit in the next week’s supplies, am told not to spoil the princess, that she must be kind and waifish and wanting when the prince comes. i spend an hour suggesting that fruit might turn the blood sweeter and am allowed six oranges.

in the next week, she marvels over them. turns them in her calloused hands. smells them. holds them until she can’t control her curiosity, devours them. i bring her books about rivers. i bring her books about deserts. 

“when is our birthday?” she asks me tonight. i’m knitting her a scarf for it.

“soon,” i tell her, “i’ll come by.”

she rolls onto one side, looks up at me in the dimming light. “I’m glad they chose you to be mine,” she says, and i drop a stitch. my heart sings against the inside of my wrists. i blow out a candle so she can’t see the blush and i can’t see her lips. i know what she means, i say. i know what she means.

it’s twenty-three for both of us. i bring her a cake we both eat, her on her throne and me on the floor. i am in the middle of laughing when she falls silent in the still night. “nobody else ever comes for me,” she whispers. i say nothing.

we have more cake, we go to sleep. i don’t know if she knows i’m awake, but i hear her crying.

the men come, the men take me. the one that smells like cedar always laughs at my jokes. the queen half-hates me because i remind her of “that nasty thing” they forced on their daughter. 

“the left wheel needs oil,” i mention, “she’s having trouble turning again.”

the queen’s nose goes up. she never reacts when i mention her daughter’s wheelchair by name - doesn’t find it funny we call it a throne, thinks it’s well enough to leave alone.

“well, she’ll have a prince in this next month coming for her,” says the queen, “i’ve arranged it all,” says the queen, “he’s … had the situation explained to him first this time. i thought it would be best,” says the queen. “we’re paying him…. quite a lot for his effort,” says the queen.

situation. she means that her daughter can’t walk very far. she means the situation of towers. i excuse myself. i find my girl books about turning down marriage. i’m not sure why. it’s all she’s ever wanted.

they blindfold me and take me. cedar laughs at my jokes. the sawdust one is here this time, even he chuckles at a few. we ride horses through places i’ll never see clearly. 

“so according to the queen this is the last time i’m needed, huh?” i ask them as they walk me blindly up too many stairs for my girl to make it down, “i’m sorry i never made your acquaintance.”

cedar laughs. he takes off my blindfold and for a second, lets me see his face. “it’s been an honor,” he says, shaking my hand, “you’ve been a perfect lady.”

i spend the day with my princess pretending i am not peeling apart from my bones. i just want her to be happy. to get to come home. 

it’s late. “do you think in a past life i was a mermaid?” she asks.

“almost definitely,” i tell her. 

it’s quiet for a while after. “what if,” she whispers, “i don’t want to leave?”

i sit up and look at her from across the room. 

“it’s just,” she says, “i have you here and all the books i need and nobody makes me walk too long and i don’t feel like… like i’m wrong here.”

i want to tell her she’s never been wrong. that she’s always fit into my heart like a puzzle piece. that, more importantly, the leadership i see in her glows like a fire - that, no matter her body, she’s always been kind and gentle and smart and sweet. a princess that could bring a nation to her feet and do so lovingly.

“it will be okay,” i say, “there’s more fruit to discover.”

she doesn’t say anything. i think i’ve ruined something by accident, but i don’t know what. i don’t really sleep. i don’t say anything when the men come take me.

the world outside without her is boring. no mermaids. i put my hand in a river once a day, just thinking about her. 

two weeks later i am awoken by my name, and a voice i recognize perfectly. cedar stands above me in the darkness. “i know two things in this world,” he says to me, “and one of them is about love.”

this time we make the trip without blindfolds. i see the squalor they keep her in. i see the waste surrounding her castle, the terrible place she’s in. rage fuels my footsteps even when they start flagging. 

the prince is already there. he has dropped her twice, cedar tells me. i am already running up the stairs even though i can barely breathe. i hear her crying through the door and i don’t need to get ready - the fire that starts in me burns so brightly.

i roar inside. turn dragon and beat back prince with girl made rage. the bruises on her body turn me into giant snake. i eat the man alive, or at least i chase him from the place, never to be seen again. later i will hear a rumor about a demon that stole the princess from him.

she cries into my arms. i take her down every single stair. i hear her murmur her thanks into my hair and then i kiss her, because i can’t handle it, because i have places to show her and she has my heart to lead.

my house isn’t much but it’s near a river. she likes putting her hands into it. i take her places when she is able, and otherwise i bring the places back. we read books together. cedar no longer works for the queen, but he’d rather live with the man of sawdust making tiny wooden figurines.

i lie in bed next to her, stroking her soft hair. “do you think i was a centaur in a past life?” she asks.

“definitely,” i tell her, and kiss her, gently. she holds my face and pulls herself closer to me.

“will i be a good queen? i mean, in this life?”

“i’m certain of it,” i reply. i can hear the truth ring in it. the bone-deep certainty.

she’s quiet for a moment. “you saved me,” she whispers, “and usually we’d end up married. but…”

i don’t know how to answer that. i feel ice down my spine suddenly.

“i’m not demanding, is all,” her voice shakes, “i’m asking this time. for you to choose me. for me to be yours, i mean. and for you to be mine. permanently.”

the next birthday we celebrate, we are both queens.

Waiting for someone

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get to know me: favorite female charactersthe ghibli girls
 “Many of my movies have strong female leads – brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe in with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a savior. Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.” (– Hayao Miyazaki)

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Fem!Mint Yoongi feat. Unnecessary Space Background

Remember your feats, kids!

(I recently took Luck as a feat and am really excited about it. But I was so used to just accepting bad rolls I kinda…forgot I had it. This transpired all throughout or latest session.)

DM: I need you to roll a perception check.

Me: Eh…eight.

Friend: Do you feel lucky?

Me: Not today, apparently.

~Later~

DM: Okay, I need you to roll a history check.

Me: Fuck. Nine.

Friend: Do you feel LUCKY?!

Me: Not really.

~Later…again~

DM: Roll a performance check.

Me: NATURAL. ONE.

Everyone: YOU. HAVE. LUCK!!!! 

Me: …OHHHHHHH!

Friend: I’VE BEEN TELLING YOU THIS ALL NIGHT! “DO YOU FEEL LUCKY?”

Me: I’M SORRY I’M USED TO MY CHARACTER HAVING BAD SHIT HAPPEN TO HIM!

So more on Dexter Grif (season 15 episode 6 spoilers)

Remember back in season 10 when Doc was giving his speech on the good stuff that happened to everyone thanks to Project Freelancer and all adventures of the Reds and Blues? The only two people he hadn’t addressed had been Caboose – who lost Church, and Grif. It might have been because Grif got the, well, Grifshot. Or maybe because he never got what he truly wanted and… After now I think about that a lot.

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You Don’t Understand

Requested with the prompt: ‘when your try to leave but they tug on your shirt because they want you to stay’

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Peter had done it again. He had promised that he wouldn’t be late again. That he wouldn’t flake out on your plans, again. After the first couple of times it had happened you brushed it off, but now it was now the norm that Peter didn’t show up. And a miracle when he did.

After hours of waiting in your apartment for Peter to come through the door you had given up. You pushed all of the study notes and school books away from you as you moved away from the dining table. Glancing at your watch it was now just past half eight, about four hours since Peter was expected to be at your apartment. You could feel the anger boiling up inside of you, ready to explode at any minor thing. And you just begged to yourself that it wouldn’t be Peter to catch the brunt of it. So in an attempt to calm your bubbling emotions you stepped outside onto the fire escape, and allowed the fresh city air to try its best to wash away your emotions. But the longer you sat out on the fire escape the more your mind overanalysed everything Peter had done in the last month that had gotten on your nerves. You didn’t want to be doing this to yourself, but you knew that you were only doing this because Peter was your closest friend. He meant so much to you! And you just couldn’t understand why all of a sudden he didn’t seem to care about you anymore. Had you done something wrong? Had you said something? He would have told you. You would know if you had. It just didn’t make sense. You need the reassurance that everything was okay between the two of you. You couldn’t fathom losing Peter to something that must of been so minuscule for you to look over it.

Before you realised your body was taking you off the fire escape. Your feet guiding you to your room to grab your jacket. You were going to go to Peter’s apartment and see what was going on. In the back of your mind you really hoped that Peter wasn’t home, and that Aunt May would tell you he was still at that damn Stark Internship. You wanted to see what was going on with him but you were scared of what might happen, and what could be said.

You had made it to Peter’s apartment door. The adrenaline was wearing off and now you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Knocking on the door gently, you waited for either May or Peter to come to the door. It only took a couple of seconds before you were greeted by May’s smile.

“(Y/N)! I wasn’t expecting you! How lovely to see you again!” May smiled, opening her arms in front of her, engulfing you in a warm hug.

“I’m so sorry for just popping in like this. I didn’t even think of calling first.” You realised, following May over to the small dining table.

“Oh no, don’t worry about that! You’re always welcome here sweetheart.” May said reassuringly, “Peter’s just gotten home and is in his room, just go on through (Y/N). I’ve just got to run out and get something for dinner.” She continued, her warm hand placed on your back and nodding towards Peter’s bedroom. You thanked her quickly and headed towards Peter’s door. His door was cracked open slightly, but no sound was coming from the other side. You couldn’t make up your mind if you wanted to open the door slowly or just kick it open. You settled for the first. As the door opened you saw Peter sitting at his desk, his head placed in his hand in exhaustion. Your heart and mind softened slightly at the sight of him. He only moved slightly at the sound of his door closing completely. Turning his head slowly to have his brown eyes look at the source of noise. Shocked by seeing you in his room, he fumbled as he found his feet and stood up from the chair.

“What? What are you - why are you? (Y/N)? I um.. Oh I’m so sorry. I told you I wouldn’t - but I have. I’m so -” Peter rushed, his worlds tumbling over each other as he tried to form a sentence.

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