i can be crazy if i want to

“I’m a thrill-seeker. I want to travel around the world and get wrapped up in as many crazy adventures as I can. And if I help people along the way, then that’s even better. It’s a win-win, y'know?”

Yang Xiao Long! Fiery Hot personality and same story in the looks! BOY WAS SHE FUN TO PAINT! I knew from the start that id have way more fun with yang than the other 3! Working on the golden hair and just her general character design and palette was so fun to do! At last this concludes the RWBY slate BUT don’t think that this is all it is! There’s still a few more surprises in store for these 4 pieces so keep an eye out!

where is the mortal!au or whatever where Person A  cares wayyyyyyy too much about their appearance, like it’s kinda crazy, and Person B literally once wore the same sweatpants for two weeks (obviously they were washed) (…maybe) and Person B meets A and teaches them how to care less and live more instead of caring more and living less. 
aka
“Girl what the fuck that’s like an hour of makeup why dont we take it down to about, I dont know, half that? Okay, can you at least rock a pair of sweatpants for like, two hours? Maybe?”

I want one that’s insecure and one that hasn’t given a fuck since 1492 is that too much to ask for

Ancients Sleeping Headcanons:

*Submission by the enchanting @kittyreaper

I really, really like the idea that all the ancients are super light sleepers, experts in the art of feigning sleep, and also keep some sort of weapon under their mattresses. A lot of them can also recognize people by their footsteps.

I think this headcanon works, as the ancients probably lived very dangerous lives. War are violence are still things in modern times, but back then… it was different. Instead of GPS, all you had were your instincts, prior knowledge of the area, and maybe a compass if you were far enough on the timeline. I believe it stands to reason that the ancients would each pick up at least one of these things.

I also believe it stands to reason that these things could lead to some pretty funny scenarios.

For example, some ideas for ancients visiting their kids/grandkids. It’s modern times and has been so long since they last visited that they can no longer recognize their kids’/grandkids’ footsteps.

Germania accidentally pulling a sword on Germany:

Germania: Um… I can explain this.

Germany: ?!

Germania: Okay, I actually can’t. I just said that to calm you down. Clearly, I failed.

Rome accidentally pulling a sword on Romano and Veneziano:

Romano: WHAT THE FUCK, NONO?!

Veneziano: AHHHHH I’M SO SORRY I’M LOUD AND CRAZY AND MAKE TOO MUCH PASTA AAAAAAHHHHHHH NONO PLEASE DON’T KILL ME I DON’T WANT TO DIE WHYYYYYYY AHHHHHHH IS THIS DIVINE PUNISHMENT FOR HAVING SEX WITH GERMANY?!

Romano: YOU DID WHAT?!

Rome: … //distressed grandpa

Germania intentionally pulling a sword on Rome:

Germania: Oh, sorry, didn’t know it was you.

Rome: … We live with each other, the fuq you didn’t-

“Quit” By Cashmere Cat Ft. Ariana Grande Lyrics

And you say that I’m the devil
You know and I don’t disagree, no, I don’t see the harm
They say, “You crazy, just leave him, he’ll suffocate you”
But I wanna be in your arms
They say, “No, don’t pick up the phone, let them think that nobody home”
But I’m under your spell
‘Cause when you call my heart starts to roll, I always want more
It’s my heaven, my hell
Well held in deep inside lives a voice, a voice, a choir
But I can’t hear the voice when your heartbeat’s next to mine
I can’t quit you x4

Yeah, I’m gonna regret it x3
I know I’m gonna regret it


When you say, “Baby” I just want you to lay me down and we’ll fuck the pain away
'Cause skin on skin, I feel nothing but the burning of desire
And that’s just foreplay
Well held in deep inside lives a voice, a voice, a choir
But I can’t hear the voice when your heartbeat’s next to mine
I can’t quit you x4
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it x3
I know I’m gonna regret it
I can’t quit you, I can’t quit you, oh baby x2
Gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it x2
I’m gonna regret it x2
(babe, babe, babe)
Gonna regret it
Yeah, I’m gonna regret it

anonymous asked:

Hi, new fan here. Discovered skating through YoI *pls don't kill me for this* and I tried to follow the last competitions. I've seen people say the anime is realistic because Yuzuru beat Yuuri's score from the anime and I was wondering if that might be considered true? How many people came close to that kind of score? How can someone tell when a program is complex or not? Help is much appreciated ^^

Hi! I will try to be magnanimous and not to kill you, or at least to give back the body to your family, okay?

Well, what can I say? real figure skating is more crazy than any anime could aim for, so it was an easy win ;)

If you, or any other new fan - from YoI or not - wants to try and learn where Yuzuru’s FP at Helsinki scored what it scored (and if it should have scored more, but that’s another story), if you want to see what a complex program is, just today it was released this video that saves me a lot of work into answering :P



And since I’m here, I’m using this post and the sharing of this video to answer some other old asks.


Anon asked:

What do u believe yuzuru should have gotten for his LP at worlds 2017? I do think he was very underscored then sadly :(( thank youuu !!

I’m pretty much on same line regarding GOE bullets met. I’ll let you do the sum and you can add whatever PCS you’d like!


Anon asked:

I see a lot of people on the internet saying that they don’t like H&L because it’s boring or that it highlights yuzu’s weaknesses etc etc. but I actually think it’s my favourite program of his. watching it done perfectly at worlds, how he just hits all the nuances of the music so well, it really does give you chills. seimei was amazing but H&L is so intricate and touching, i don’t understand why so many people dislike it.

I watched SEIMEI live once (GPF15) and H&L live twice (GPF16 + WC). SEIMEI is undoubtedly an easier program to get. It uses a more dramatic music, it’s louder, it’s basically a 4 and half minutes long movie (or theater representation).

H&L is totally different. It’s quiet and its dramatic tension comes from within, not from without. It’s a program that I think it NEEDS to be seen live (or through fancams, at least), because Yuzuru skates it with his whole body, any gesture, any movement has something in it. Sadly with official ISU feeds this often gets lost in non-sensical close-up, probably because cameramen are people who never watched nor skated once in their life.


Anon asked:

If it had been simplified it would not have been a new world record. And all I have seen are people (commentators, former skaters, coaches, etc) say it was really complex, and they know what they’re talking about, so those people who said that probably don’t know much about figure skating at all or really dislike Yuzu and want to badmouth him…

Had it been semplified, people wouldn’t need this video to understand it, I guess ;)

Who wants to share it with some selected people asking please to count their transitions there? ;)


Anon asked:

So few +3GOE for Yuzuru’s Free Skate :O (lots of +2 though but still). I really don’t get it, the jumps were amazing. Especially the 3A-combos seemed a bit underscored to me? Will the judges only give him high GOE if he does 3A+3T? And what does he need to do to get full GOE for 3F??? I really thought he deserved +3GOE on his 4L and 3A in the short as well…(that 4L was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen^^).

The video is up there, the bullets are listed up there, anyone can judge with his/her own eyes. As to the whys, I guess we can only ask judges themselves why they routinely decide to ignore guidelines :)


Anon asked:

H&L being called ‘one note’ and highlights how much Yuzuru looked down a lot. Your thoughts? and welcome back, would love to hear your experience in Helsinki :)

Very late, but thank you for the welcome back! I’ve shared lately my thoughts re Hope & Legacy, but I’ll just add that anyone who think that Hope & Legacy - music wise I’m not even speaking about the program - is “one note”, well I guess they don’t listen to a lot of (good) music in their life. Hearing, like all other senses, needs to be trained, after all ;)
As for the “looking down”, i can only point to the video above once more.

Possibly. Actually, I can’t get fired anymore but there is a major lawsuit that could happen if I spill the beans so I don’t want to test it.
— 

Sasha, when asked if AD is someone that we know.

Gosh, why is it so hard for anyone to just flat out answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’. If it IS someone we know, they would be advertising that like crazy! “Someone you’ve known for 7 years will betray the girls, don’t miss the series finale!” … but no. The girls have been told to not reveal if we know AD or not. In my crazy, over-analytical mind, this is confirmation that AD is a twin. It shouldn’t be this hard to answer if we know AD or not, this should be a selling point!

Bolder Part 2

A/N: So I decided to just post this anyway. I hope you guys like it. Once again if you don’t like this series you don’t have to read it .Its an entirely self-indulgent fic. I have no idea when the next part will be out. message me and send me asks.

Title: Bolder Part 2

Rating: teen

Pairings: Father!Burr x Daughter!reader, Phillip Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: neglect (maybe), self doubt

Word Count: 2402

Editors : @hercreationgalaxy  @emocomrade-jpeg

Part 1



Age 16

“Do you want to come over for dinner?” Phillip asked hesitantly. I looked at him curiously. “I mean my family can be a little crazy sometimes. We just haven’t done much outside of school together. Not to mention, my family is complaining about never meeting any of my friends.” He elaborated while looking at the ground nervously and talking with his hands.

“Anything. We haven’t done anything after school Pip.” I corrected him with a quirky smirk.

I nodded my head and finally replied that I would. I laughed as he smiled before, quite literally, skipped off to class. I shut my locker and lugged my book bag back over my shoulder. Phillip was probably my best friend. I rarely talked to people besides my teachers and professors. I also didn’t get out often because I was constantly working or going to after school clubs. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I sat in class thinking about all the work I had to do.

I quickly sent a text to Theo letting her know that I wouldn’t be at home for dinner. I knew it didn’t matter. I was normally the only one home for dinner. Mom and Dad were at work while Theo went out with friends. I liked it. That meant I could do homework and studying at the table.

I’m a sophomore and Phillips a junior  but, that didn’t stop us from meeting the first day of debate club. Things got out of hand during an altercation, he is his father’s son after all. Once I had saved his hide from the Senior that he had a disagreement with, things just clicked. He stuck to me like glue–for some reason.


I walked along side Phillip towards his house. Our hands brushed and my face went red. We didn’t talk. Phillip knew I wasn’t used to talking so he would fill it with his stories and adventures or let the comfortable silence hang between us. He lived out on a piece of farmland with fields surrounding three sides of the house.  Phillip had said it was because his dad wanted his family to have some peace and quiet away from the big city. As we stopped in front of the house everything about it seemed picture perfect. It was warm and the garden was beautiful with a multitude of colored flowers poking out of the flower beds. Everything was perfectly trimmed and stone path led up to the wrap around porch where there were wooden chairs and tables set out. It felt homely, unlike my own house. The door opened as soon as Phillip and I started up the path. A gorgeous woman stepped out with flowing brown hair. She wore a blue sun dress and was beaming at us.

“Hi darling. How was school?” She asked while walking down the step to stand in front of Phillip. He quickly leaned over and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“It was fine.” He replied sheepishly. He quickly spun around to look at me with a beaming smile. “Y/n this is my Ma, Eliza Hamilton. Ma, this is Y/N,” He said with a beaming smile. She looked over and grinned at me. I smiled back meekly not wanting to make a bad impression. I really didn’t talk a lot. Especially not to any family.

“Hi Mrs. Hamilton, it’s nice to meet you.” I said holding out my hand. She immediately grabbed it and pulled me into a hug.

“It’s nice to meet you too dear.” She said as she squeezed me. I had frozen. I  slowly brought my hand up to rest my hand on her back and collect myself. Phillip started bouncing on the balls of his feet with his hands in his pockets. Eventually Mrs. Hamilton pulled back and quirked her eyebrow. “Why don’t you go work with Phillip on homework? I will call you when it is time for dinner.”

Phillip looked grateful as he once again grabbed my hand and began dragging me up the stairs and into the house. It was just as perfect as the outside. It had pretty blue and red oriental rugs and extremely plush leather couches sat in front of a large TV in the living room. He set down his back pack and let out a breath, running his hands through his hair. He spun around on his heel to face me again.

“Sorry I know we can be a little much. I won’t lie. It will get a little worse at dinner. They will ask a lot of questions. I understand is you want to leave …” He said in monotone with a shrug of his shoulders. I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“No, are you kidding? It’s ok Phillip. I just wasn’t expecting it at first that’s all. Nobody in my family acts like that. We aren’t as close as you and your family seem to be.” I replied, trying my best to sound comforting. We sat down and relaxed into the couch as I began pulling out my workbooks.

“Yeah you have mentioned that. That’s part of the reason I was worried. When my mom hugged you, you looked ready to bolt. Is that really not normal? Do they hug Theo? Oh wait sorry. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” He rambled quickly. I laughed.

“It’s fine. Nobody is really ever home. That and nobody in my family is really physically affectionate.”

“Oh, that really sucks. I can’t imagine why they ignore you. Although, you do tend to ignore people in favor of work. I guess I know where you get it from.”

“I am sorry what? I didn’t hear you,” I laughed as I felt him chuckle next to me. “Besides, I don’t think they mean to ignore me. I think they just find other things a little more important.”

“Well,” Phillip huffed next to me before just slinking back into the comfort of the couch. I looked over and cocked my head to the side to give him a questioning look. He looked at me for a minute before smile. Then he suddenly brightened up. “Can you help me with my government homework? I would ask my dad but he will start to grumble about foreign policy and federal government rights. That and sometimes I think you know more than him. Don’t tell him I said that.”

“I guarantee I don’t know more than your father considering he is the treasury secretary  but I will help you. I am almost finished with my paper on the federal budget anyway.”

“There was a paper on the federal budget due!?” Phillip shrieked while jumping to his feet.

“Calm down. I was talking about a college course I am taking.” I said trying to hold back my laughter. “Did you know you sound like a girl when you scream?” I began laughing hysterically. Phillip turned red but burst out laughing

“Sorry not everyone can be as ridiculously smart as you.” He replied while sitting down after our laughing fit. “Now here is the worksheet.” Jestering at the paper on the table. “Your task is to figure out what the hell we were even talking about because I wasn’t paying attention.” I chuckled again before picking up the paper.


“Alright children, it’s time for dinner. Your father just got home Phillip,” Mrs. Hamilton came into the room practically singing. I smiled and gingerly closed my laptop. I went to grab my reference book on legislation before a hand beat me. I looked up to find a man with shoulder length hair and bags around his eyes staring at my book. I knew for a fact that it was Mr. Hamilton based on my father’s pictures.

“This is one of the best legislative reference books out there. What use would a high school student have for a book like this?” he asked looking from the book to me. Phillip quickly cut in and took the book from his father, handing it back to me.

“She actually is taking a few college political courses right now. This is Y/N,” Phillip stated. He fidgeted looking between his father and I. I stood up and put a smile on face.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Hamilton uhh, sir.” I stated while holding out my hand. He looked at me slightly confused but shook my waiting hand anyway.

“Likewise,” Mr. Hamilton said before looking over at Phillip. “Didn’t you say your friend Y/N was a sophomore? She wouldn’t be able to take college courses till next year.”

“Actually I take the courses through a different online institute. I also found out last week that the school is allowing me to skip my junior year and graduate next year as part of Phillip’s senior class.” I said. As I spoke his eyes widened and his smile grew.

“WHAT?!?” Phillip exclaimed next to me. “You didn’t tell me that. This is so exciting. You are going to be able to have classes with me and meet all my friends and graduate with me and and and …”

“Well now that you have broken my son, why don’t we go sit down for dinner?” He said. He was smiling and motioned for me to walk with him.

Once we sat down at the table all Phillip’s siblings looked at me. Mrs. Hamilton laughed as Mr. Hamilton recounted what I had told him and how Phillip had reacted to the news. The room was warmly lit with a large wooden table and plush chairs. One window faced out over their front lawn. They finished setting the table with food and it began to get passed around. I sat with Phillip in the two chairs on the right, closest to his parents.

“Children, say hello to our guest ,phillip’s friend, Y/N,” Mrs. Hamilton said. I heard a shout of several hellos from across the table and I smiled sheepishly. I wasn’t used to being seen.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” I replied. Phillip grabbed my hand and squeezed it under the table. I looked over at him and he was smiling nervously again. I gave him a squeeze back before he let go. Mr. Hamilton started talking about his day and the kids started getting in conversations of their own. I slowly took small amounts of food from each plate that was passed to me. I felt comfortable, just not comfortable enough to talk.

“Seriously Eliza, Burr is going to be the death of me. He has no regard for anyone’s opinion. He just believes everything should be done as neutrally as possible. He doesn’t even tell me why he doesn’t like my plans.” Mr. Hamilton huffed besides me. I felt Phillip tense next me while I held in my laughter, a hand quickly flew to my mouth as I suppressed myself. Mr. Hamilton turned to me and smiled. “I am afraid I haven’t caught your full name?”

“ Y/N Y/M/N Burr, sir.” I replied hesitantly. He dropped his fork on the plate in shock before quickly switching to confusion.

“I was under the impression Burr only had one daughter.”

“Not surprising, my father doesn’t talk about me often. Theo is the one he invites to his business events anyway.” I said, keeping a straight face. I am not gonna lie, that one hurt. I knew he didn’t talk to me and payed more attention to Theo but I assumed he at least included me as his child. Mr. Hamilton sat there shocked for a minute before Mrs. Hamilton intervened with raised eyebrows and quirked lips.

“So I heard you are skipping a grade. Didn’t you already skip your freshman year?” she asked.

“Yes, I have been taking quite a few college courses as well.” I said quietly. I wasn’t used to being asked questions. I gently flushed under their gazes.

“Phillip said your head of the debate club. Is there anything else you do outside of school?” She pressed. Mr. Hamilton leaned in.

“Ummmmm I uhhhh …” I stuttered with the onslaught of questions. No one was ever intrigued with me. Phillip rested his hand on my shoulder and I quickly found my voice again. “I am head of the school’s newspaper, I participate in cross country, the student ambassador program, science fair committee, and junior ROTC.” Mr. Hamilton sat there looking at me for a minute.

“Isn’t your sister a cheerleader?” He asked. I inwardly groaned but kept my neutral expression. Theo is such a likeable person, why would he not want to talk about her? I nodded my head yes and went to pick up my fork. “Then why the hell would he talk about her and not you?” Phillip and his mother began laughing. My eyes snapped up to meet his. He smiled widely with crinkles in the corners of his eyes. “You seem to be extremely focused and intelligent Y/N. I am a bit confused as to why I haven’t heard about you before.” I became confused as well. I wasn’t that impressive.

“It’s not really a big deal,” They all gave me weird and shocked looks. I quickly looked down at my plate. “I just mean, I could be doing more and doing it better too.” I glanced back up at them to find they were all sharing a look.

“I was wondering Y/N. Could you help me with an argument I am trying to make with this case I have been given? It has more to do with supreme court cases. I haven’t read to extensively on them but I guarantee you would know more about them.” Mr. Hamilton asked.

“Uhh-ummm … I could try my best, sir.” You respond quietly.


That started a slightly happier chapter of my life. I would spend half my time around the Hamilton house. Phillip would come over to my house on the nights after debate club so we could trash talk other people. When it was time for my senior year to start I felt like I had a proper family. Mr. Hamilton would talk to me and debate with me over politics. Mrs. Hamilton would suggest literature to me. Phillip’s siblings would ask for help with their homework. I stopped eating dinner alone and went to the Hamilton’s instead. They had practically insisted when they found out my family was never around.

@fanboyswhereare-you @impossiblepizzapeace

Would you look at that? It’s time for a mains call. MUTUALS ONLY MAINS CALL. If you like this it gives me permission to torture you, parade you with stuff, and basically prioritize everything about you and your character. If you are an OC and want me to prioritize your FC we can chat about that too.  It also means we need to yell at each other about plots and anything under the sun as I see fit. I will accept two mains of each canon character. What I’m saying is this gives me every right to be the crazy friend that wants nothing more than to yell at you about our character. And I just need more friends. So do me a favor and LOVE ME.

*Since I am a Sam blog I will have a few more slots open for Deans. cause give me bro stuff.

samalexamder  asked:

i dont know much about her but wanda maximoff?

Favorite design: 70s Wanda is best Wanda fight me it’s ridiculous but cool

Least favorite design: the Perez/Busiek one that was apparently for her to get ‘in touch with her heritage’ but Perez just wanted to draw her like that like I side-eye that so hard and also it’s really impractical you can’t fight in that

Favorite ship: Wanda/Vision - Wanda/Anyone Else is my ultimate notp okay I will not accept it

Favorite friendship: Carol tbh - they should bring that back like she lost all her friends and I get why but it’s odd to read old stories and know she talks to none of these people now

One thing I’d change: She would not go crazy and her kids would not be part of a demon holy shit Byrne what is wrong with you

A random headcanon: She gave Vision her brainwaves bc she wanted him to be happy bc she was still lowkey in love with him but didn’t want to admit it bc too much had happened - this is also where’s she’s at right now like I don’t know many people who would actively cover up multiple murders to keep their ex-husband safe

A story I’d write for them: I was gonna plot out a whole thing for this but honestly just know whatever it is she gets back with Vision and becomes Viv’s stepmom in addition to being her kind of egg donor (?)

anonymous asked:

You should rlly watch crazy ex-gf! aside from the main narrative that deals with mental health in a v good way... the bi-representation of Darryl is So Good! especially because the bisexual narrative is so often just like LOOK AT THESE PROGRESSIVE MILLENNIALS DOING WHATEVER/ WHOMEVER THEY WANT-- SEXUALITY ISNT REAL YOU GUYS! and here's this old lame dad-type who's like "lol I'm a real-life bisexual in my 40's and I exist"

It’s on my watchlist! Plus I just watched a bunch of the musical number on YouTube and I love it. Where can I watch?

@albaparthenicevelut replied to your post: @rainglazed reblogged your post and added: …

*side eyes the ‘I do not know why it starts with me* forcearama we have discussed your Innocent RoutineTM before, lol, but also, NEVER APOLOGIZE, Star Wars fandom needs this stuff. XD

LOL I am totally guilty of being like “Wow, I have NO IDEA how things got so crazy!!!” while I’m sitting over here in my Emperor throne, cackling and smugly thinking about how everything’s gone as I had foreseen. It’s kind of my M.O. 

I think maybe it’s more that Star Wars fandom really wants to be silly (because Star Wars is built on a solid foundation of nonsense that dates back to the 70s so how can you NOT find the humor in it), they just need instigators like me and my cohorts to…encourage everyone in that direction.

anonymous asked:

Oh god this guy I've been talking to for about a month just blocked me on everything I have no idea why and things were actually going pretty well so far and it wasn't even after an argument I just sent him a message saying I was gonna go have a nap and I'd be back in an hour so I'm just really confused right now and don't know what's going on. I don't wanna try and message him on anything else because he blocked me for a reason but I don't want it to be over?

Cut your losses, you don’t wanna be the crazy one who goes out of their way to find like their LinkedIn or yelp account just you can message them to ask what you did. Sounds like he wasn’t a good guy to begin with, sometimes you gotta just let it go!

andasaxl  asked:

Can I go work at your store??? Nobody in Miami wants to learn how to crochet and yarn prices here seem to be crazy. Nobody wants to buy either, unless it's white cotton bikinis and other such Coachella bait.

If you’re willing to move to Central Ohio, I’m sure one of the stores around here would love to take you. 

archiveofourown.org
YOI Rarepair Roulette | Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Our crazy ass Discord Chat — we got out of hand — come enjoy some rarepairs ALL WEEKEND WITH US!  You give someone a random generator… well… we all have a lot of pairs!  PLEASE REBLOG AND SHARE YOUR PAIRS PEOPLE!

I will share as many as I can!  We already have the list slowly growing!

Please feel free to add anything RarePair YOI! 

My Pairs for the weekend - 

Michele/Yuri

Yakov/Anya

Victor/JJ/Leo

Let the shit storm begin!!!!

This is all @machinewithoutfeelings fault and they are to take the blame on all of this!

ANYONE WHO WANTS IN ON THIS - Please message @machinewithoutfeelings and she will fuck you up with a PAIR!

JOIN US!  

anonymous asked:

Yeah I wouldn't want any Maddie Stans knowing my name either! They are a crazy bunch! I remember a couple years ago; a bunch of Maddie Stans on Twitter were talking about calling CPS because Christi was leaving Clara with Marc when she was in California. They were saying that Christi was neglecting Clara and shouldn't leave her alone with a man! Apparently fathers can't watch their daughters in their eyes!

yeah they’re honestly fucking insane

I’m becoming more disillusioned with dating apps (I don’t even date, at this point I just use them to look at people) because yeah, I can swipe left and think he is kind of good looking but IS he socially and politically aware? That is the question. Does he get on well with his parents? Does he label all his exes crazy? Does he use the laugh/crying emoji in a non ironic everyday fashion? Would he find it totally outlandish and out of order if I went out with my pals and came home at 1 the next day? Is he into his tunes?
I feel like I’m just staring at a blank wall with some of these guys cause you can’t judge depth in a couple of sentences (even if that) and on the other hand I don’t even want to try because I feel like there’s a huge chance I’ll just be disappointed by them.

I’m tired of living up to the expectations of people around me. I just want to rest and not worry about what they will say if I fail once more. I know they don’t mean it when they say you’re a disappointment, but sometimes when people say something out of anger or frustration that’s what they actually wanted to say not just a slip of the tongue. It’s days like this where I just wanted a tight hug from someone and tell me it will be okay and that I won’t be facing everything alone. Someone who will never leave no matter how crazy the odds are, someone who will always remind me that I am enough. Because it always feels like I am not. Someone who will never get tired of answering back whenever I will ask “do you love me? do you think I can be better?” I just want to live better, but as much as I want to, the universe doesn’t actually want me to be.

anonymous asked:

n o one is asking after chapter 20 because noone wants it to end i hope you are having a wonderful day

haha. i’ve had a crazy few weeks so I haven’t even written it yet. so in the meantime i guess you guys can pretend it’s not ending? 

holdonlullaby  asked:

With everyone anticipating acowar like crazy your blog is the only thing that restores my faith in humanity and I just wanted you to know that. I'm so sorry that it's stressful for you sometimes but I'm also really thankful you're doing what you're doing. <3

You can always count on me!! I’m happy my blog helps 💖 And I feel you. The hype is so obnoxious…

The Cliche Lives (Zack Taylor First Date Fluff)

PromptFic requests would you please write something where Zack is on a first date with a girl he really likes just some romantic sweet fluff.



Zack was nervous for his date with (Y/N). He sat outside Trini’s house, waiting for her to come out, so she could help him get over some butterflies. He eventually got tired of just sitting around, so he paced instead.

Finally, Trini jumped down from her window and glared at Zack. “What do you want?”

“Woah, Crazy Girl! What’s with the mean face? Can’t a guy talk to his friend without the hostility?” Zack smirked at her to piss her off.

“No, he can’t.” She started climbing the side of her house towards he window.

“Wait, wait, wait! It’s just that I have my first date with (Y/N) tonight and I’m just kind of nervous,” he admitted with a blush.

Trini gave him a blank look before she burst out laughing. “You, Zack Taylor, are having cold feet?! Oh my god, this is awesome. I have to text the others,” Trini pulled out her phone, pulling up the group chat with an evil glare.

“Trini! Come on! Help me!” Zack whined. “This date has to go well. I really like her.”

Trini rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Doesn’t matter to me. It’s not like there are many ways it could go wrong anyways. I mean, unless you decide to jump onto another speeding vehicle, I’m sure she’ll love you.” Trini actually looked pained at her own words.

Zack tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows. “Wow… that was actually nice… I think.”

Trini shoved him. “Get the fuck out of here, douche. You have disrespected me. Leave the premises.”

Zack laughed and hopped away backwards. He spun around lazily and put his arm in the air, waving behind him. “Thanks! See you in detention tomorrow!”

Trini jumped into the air, easily reaching her window with her supernatural powers. “Good luck! Don’t choke!” And with that, Trini slammed her window shut.

Zack tripped and sighed in Trini’s general direction. He knew Trini would be able to help him. However brutal it was.


Zack arrived at (Y/N)’s house about 10 minutes later - just in time for their 7 pm date. He knocked on the door and stood back, patiently waiting for someone to answer. Luckily, it was her, so he didn’t have to talk to anyone else.

But maybe he should’ve talked to someone else first to better prepare himself because damn, she was perfect. Zack smiled brightly at her, and held out his hand as an invitation.

“Hey there, beautiful.”

She raised her eyebrow at him. “Cliche, much?” she smirked.

“Oh, uh, I- I mean, um, hi?” Zack stuttered.

She laughed and gently laid her hand in his offered one. “Getting you all flustered is fun. You’re cute when you blush.”

Zack smiled evilly. “Ah, I’ll get you back for that.”

“Later. Now, where are we going. You said dress in easy to move in clothes that are warm.”

Zack led her away from the house. “You’ll just have to see, won’t you?”


As they neared Zack’s hideout, he decided that it was a good time to blindfold  (Y/N). 

“You’re totally going to murder me out here aren’t you. So cliche, bringing me out to the dark, empty woods to slit my throat.”

“Oh, shut it. You may be the prettiest girl I’ll meet, but you’re still a pain,” Zack laughed.

They finally reached the abandoned train car of his. Zack pulled off the blindfold and outstretched his hands, internally trying to calm himself. He didn’t really know what she would think of his hideaway. He tried to gauge her reaction through her facial expressions.

“Ah, so is this your evil lair where you’ll torture and kill me?” she asked with a playful smile. She approached Zack grabbed onto his torso and spun him around. “I suppose I’ll just have to let the handsome criminal mastermind do his thing now, huh?”

Zack beamed at her. “I suppose you will,” he said as he spun with her tunelessly. Risking it, he carefully pressed his lips to (Y/N)’s. He could feel her smiling, so he held the position a bit longer, savoring the warmth. 

When he pulled away, he found her blushing and trying to hide her face. “Look who’s the flustered one now,” Zack joked. 

(Y/N) huffed, but didn’t deny it. 

“Come here. I want to show you something.” Zack took her hand and led her to the train car. He found the ladder that he used to use before he became a Power Ranger and gestured for (Y/N) to go first. She climbed the ladder while Zack naturally climbed the side of the car. They reached the top, and Zack brought her to the edge nearest to the cliff drop-off. 

He sat down and patted the spot next to him. (Y/N) sat down and linked her hand with his without hesitation. “So, what are you showing me?”

Zack let himself relax when he felt her fingers intertwine with his. “Patience.”

Slowly, the lights of Angel Grove began lighting up. One by one, streetlights lit up, the lighthouse, homes, and so on. But what Zack really wanted to show her came on last. 

“There,” he pointed to the water. Boats were passing by the docks, all lit up. The lighthouse also circled around the. The water reflected the light beautifully. It faltered once in a while with ripples. “The water never fails to amaze me.”

(Y/N) stared at the lights in awe. “I suppose cliches are your thing.”

Zack chuckled. “Wow, you never cease to amaze me.”

“Good.”

The two sat in silence while they watched the ships slowly float by. At some point, (Y/N)’s head rested on Zack’s shoulder and Zack’s head rested on her’s.

“Cliches are good,” she whispered.

Zack huffed in amusement. “Are they?”

“… Only with you.”

Zack felt his chest warm up. He pushed (Y/N)’s hair behind her ear and, for the second time that night, kissed her, breathed her in, smiled with her, and fell in love with her.