i don't make anything for this blog in weeks and this is what you guys get

The Types and Drinking Water

ENFP: Drinks from the toilet. It wasn’t even a dare or anything; they just wanted to know what it tasted like.

ENTP: “h20? More like h2-YO! Hahaha drink your water kids.”

INFP: Misses their entire mouth. Their over-sized sweater is utterly soaked, almost as if their nipples are tiny water falls. Shocked at this sudden development, they drop the glass and it shatters, covering the kitchen floor. Trying to tiptoe to safety, they carelessly slip on the water and onto the broken glass, nearly bleeding to death. As soon as they get discharged from the hospital they’re applying for an infomercial.

ESFP: Sticks their face right under the tap and desperately laps up the water like some kind of deranged and unsettlingly large house cat.

INTJ: * sips water* “ Disgusting. Tastes like licking a car. And you know why? The water we drink contains small traces of iron, zinc, copper, manganese and other metals. And you know who’s fault that is? Our inCOMPETENT GOVERNMENT.  THEY NEED TO STEP UP TO THE PLATE AND GET THEIR SH** TOGETHER. THEY’VE BEEN LYING TO US AS A NATION FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME AND IT’S TIME FOR A CHANGE. 

See more of my conspiracy theories on my tumblr blog @anti-feminism-pro-atheism ( the one with red and black theme and the Rainbow Dash icon).”

ISFJ: Has been refusing offers of a glass of water from their friend’s parent for 10 hours now and they’re really reaching their limit. Will probably resolve to drinking their pee Bear Grylls style.

ESTP: Kicks off the faucet, throws it through the window, screams, and lets the broken faucet drench them all the way from their flat peak cap to their $400 basketball shoes, their perfect abs showing through their wet t-shirt. Uploads it to vine.

INTP: * aggressively sips water through a Krazy Straw* SUCC  ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ) 

ENFJ: *Makes it into Fit Tea™* “ This flattened my stomach, cleared my skin, watered my crops, improved my grades, brought Shakespeare back from the dead, got my parents back together, stopped war, solved poverty, and it tastes like Shrek in drink form GREAT. A discount code is in the description, guys! :D.”

ENTJ: Drinks the tears of all those ignorant fools they destroyed in the Spelling Bee last week. 

ISTP: They’re probably chained to a pillar in some empty warehouse as a result of a drug scandal. The only sustenance they receive is a mug of muddy water brought to them by a man in an anonymous mask twice a day. Free them.

INFJ: “Is this vegan?”

ISFP: Drinks the morning dew off the tulips and honeysuckle. It may sound whimsical in theory, but in reality seeing grown adult desperately licking wet grass and flowers in the town park is a rather unsettling experience. 

ESFJ: “Umm, tap water? No thanks. I only drink from my $20000 ultra healing magical energy quinoa infused crystals water filter I got off an infomercial thank you very much. The lady in the commercial says tap water gives you cancer and I trust her judgement. I even have her book, “ “vaccine” and “autisms” both haave six letter. Coinsidance? I think noot.”, wanna borrow it?”       

ISTJ: * Harry Potter Puppet Pals Snape voice* Today I drank some water for my breakfast. It was flavourless and watery. I thought of my mother. I cried.

ESTJ: Has one of those drink bottles with times written at different levels on the side to show you how much water you should be drinking throughout the day. It gives them a feeling of superiority knowing that their life is slightly more organised than everyone else.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I just binge read your blog and I love the way you write. Like everyone is so in character and some of them are so funny or really sad *cough*jumin angst*cough*. Do you think you guys could do the RFA finding MC's old fanfics? Either her account or the ones on her computer? You don't have to, but I think it could be funny. Thanks for all you do! seriously, you are one of my fave mm blogs

Thank you! We’re flattered. Enjoy these:) 


Zen:

  • You let him borrow your computer while his was being fixed
  • He was looking for a folder he saved there a few months ago
  • There was named “FF” which he thought it was the acronym for his most recent play “Fairy Fly” (we can’t name anything pls dont judge)
  • He was looking for his script so he opened it
  • What he found was a bunch of titles which sounded oddly familiar
  • Most of them were dated from three years ago….so curiosity got the better of him
  • He found himself surprisingly addicted
  • He’s half way through it…when he recognizes himself being described
  • You had written about a musical he was in
  • Thinking he was home alone, he started reading it in his dramatic voices
  • You hear it from the other room, and you think the dialogue sounds familiar
  • “ZEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
  • “I didn’t know you wrote fanfiction about me, babe!”
  • “I…didn’t know I would ever actually meet you. I kind of forgot about those…”
  • You’re mortified for the next few days as he keeps teasing you about it

Yoosung:

  • He had found an old SD card lying around
  • It looked like the one he lost years ago, so he decided to check out the contents
  • He thought it would be some photos from high school
  • But instead, there was a bunch of word docs
  • He opened them and found a bunch of stories about various games
  • He was half way through, cracking up at how BAD they were
  • The characters were all mixed up and it was mostly crack fics
  • After pretty much reading them all, he takes the SD card and returns it to you
  • All he says is that he found it and figured it was yours
  • You breathe in relief
  • “This must be where I put all my fanfics from when I was in middle school. It would be horrible if anyone read them.” 
  • Yoosung can’t stop himself from giggling
  • “Yoosung, you did not!” 
  • “I did….I never saw that side of you before…”
  • He can’t stop laughing and you can’t stop hitting him

Jaehee:

  • She had a break from work, so she decided to log into Zen’s fanclub forums
  • She noticed some young new fan recommended a fanfic author
  • Jaehee clicked on the link
  • She noticed most of the fics were from years ago, but she tried reading through some anyway
  • When she meets with you next, she starts sharing
  • She’s hardcore roasting all the fics about how they were out of character and didn’t capture Zen’s characters correctly
  • When you finally ask the pen name, she gives it
  • You laugh nervously “That…that was my old account.” 
  • There’s just a moment of silence
  • Jaehee clears her throat, “It had potential!”
  • “Thanks….”
  • She tried to encourage you to write again since you now had more experience
  • “Jaehee…my latest update was a week ago.”
  • She makes herself your new Beta reader

Jumin:

  • He mentioned that he recently met an actor from this show
  • You casually mention how you used to write fanfiction for that show when you were younger
  • He’s curious and asks if he can see some
  • You agree, thinking he’s going to scan over it
  • But he prints it all out and reads it…like he would a normal book
  • He didn’t realize he was about to get hit with some really bad angst
  • At one point, he forgot it was you who wrote it and kept texting you about it
  • “Yeah….I know, Jumin. I wrote it.”
  • “Oh…right…”
  • To your horror, he sends the link to your account in the chat room
  • Thankfully, he didn’t say it was you who wrote it, so you’re still somewhat anonymous
  • But you still end up getting some texts from Jaehee who figured it out
  • He encourages you to write some of your own stuff as well
  • He would help you get published if you ever wanted to start a career from your talent

Seven:

  • You ask him to help back up your old laptop’s hard-drive
  • So, he has your computer for the day
  • As he was transferring files, he came across your fanfiction folder
  • He looked up some lines of text and found your account online
  • At first, he read it as a joke and would comment after every chapter
  • But he actually got really sucked into it
  • You started noticing something was up when he would be unusually protective about his recent browser history
  • Also…he commented under the name “thathackerdude”
  • Real subtle there
  • It all came out when he got to the end of one of them…and found you never finished updating
  • He breaks open your door
  • “I demand to know if they died or not! MC, don’t keep secrets from me!”
  • As a small act of revenge, you refuse to give him the rough drafts for the end of that fic 

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happy-hummer  asked:

Hey Taime! :-) As an INTP, how can I learn to focus my energy into one subject to master it? I have so many interests that I don't linger much on them.

Related questions (@mr-entj style because it’s awesome):

  • How can an INTP be more mindful? I set goals for myself to be more productive, then I’m playing my whole day off. Or I can be very forgetful of procedures and names. Not very mindful of me. 😛
  • I know you get a lot of asks, but I figured that this might be a problem with other INTPs as well. I really love music and I’m going into music performance (I play the flute), it’s what I want to make into a career. The only problem is that a lot of what I’d be doing/am doing right now involves lots of meticulous detail work that can drain me really quickly. I have a hard time motivating myself to get up and do it, but it is essential to making things work. Any tips? Thanks!
  • Hey, I’ve read that many INTP’s are usually interested in a lot of things and get bored of them kinda fast. But I can’t even seem to find one thing that I’m not too lazy to do, not to mention a lot of things. I go home and just sit at the computer. I dislike drawing, crafting, etc. because It really gets on my nerves and I’m terrible at it. I don’t really have any hobbies. Have you ever had a period in your life when you were like that too? if yes, then what did you do to change it?
  • Hello! First of all, I adore your blog. Secondly, do you have some kind of advice for an INTP who wants to survive High School with great grades to satisfy her own ambitions? I’m having some problems because of laziness and procrastination
  • And a truckload of similar asks.

Mastery, Motivation, Productivity, Finding Your Interests—An INTP Perspective

I want to write this as an INTP who got at least decent at these things out of my own volition. Most advice, books, speakers on these topics are very Te and/or SJ-focused. Some of them are very helpful, but a lot of them do not work well for me.

How to be better at anything:

1. Observe yourself like a hawk.

The goal is to recognize what’s effective for you. This will be different for everyone. You must set a goal to step out of the moment and truly be mindful of yourself, instead of going through the flow of your daily life. Otherwise, you will not pick up habits and mindset that you’re accustomed to.

For me, I came to realize that I’m much more productive/motivated when:

  • I have multiple projects to switch between when I’m bored or exhausted my ideas for the current one. This is why being an entrepreneur works really well for me. And even when I work in a company, I’d ask my boss for 3-4 projects to do at the same time and demonstrated that I can do this.
  • I’m ridiculously easily distracted by my own thoughts while working (blame the Ne). I found out that it subsided when a something other than music is playing in the background so that I can “focus” my distraction (music doesn’t work somehow). At first, I used to watch game playthroughs because I’m a nerd, but I made a switch to educational videos and audio books half a year ago. Now I spend at least 5 hours/day learning new things while working and not getting distracted. Win-win-win.
  • My workstation isn’t in my bedroom. I’d get sleepy and distracted ridiculously easy.
  • I’m either by myself or in a space where no one would directly interact with me, e.g. library or coworking space.
  • I tell people who are important to me about my goals and keep them updated on the progress. I’m much more motivated to hold myself accountable because I don’t want someone I respect to think of me as flaky.
  • I tend to procrastinate if I wake up early. If I’m up at 11am, I’d go “oh shit it’s already late, I must get started right away” instead of thinking “there’s still so much time…I could make breakfast, go get coffee, etc.” It’s a very common advice to get up earlier to be more productive. I know I won’t be able to fool myself because I’d always rationalize my way out of it. My optimal work hours have been from 11am-3am with breaks in between.
  • I get in the zone easily when I start, but it’s a huge hurdle to get myself to start. And therefore, the point above does help.
  • I can’t do things on a schedule (e.g. at 10AM I will start working on task A and finish by 12PM, then eat lunch, then at 1PM I will start task B). Some people excel at this, mind you, but I’d lose motivation faster than I can start. What works for me is listing the deadlines, which could be in days or weeks, then switch around tasks/projects as I like.

My full list would easily go over a hundred items. Recognize your own. As I mentioned, this list will be different for everyone.

An important note: it’s not shameful to admit that you need external validation. I know that I wouldn’t have gotten this blog going if I didn’t get this much support and interests from you guys. I probably wouldn’t have been drawing so much either if I didn’t get compliments from friends irl and online. I knew this about myself and intentionally put my work out there to get encouragement, which I received. And in turns, I also learn how to listen to criticism in the process.


2. When you have multiple interests, pick something and get good at it.

Choose one to develop at the moment, or 2-3, if you need to switch like me. You don’t have to abandon other interests. You will have time to develop them later on. But for now, just pick something, anything. Roll a dice if you must.

I’m an advocate of the “T-shaped skills” concept—you can be a generalist in many things, but you must master at least one. While you’re trying to master that one thing, there’s no harm in trying out a bunch of other skills.

When people see that you’re very good at one thing, they tend to believe that you’re capable of being good at other things (sometimes even unrelated things). More opportunities will be offered to you if people recognize that you’re good at one thing.

For example, I’m a good UX designer and I’m somewhat known in the startup community in my city. I’ve been invited by tech event organizers to speak, even though I was shite at public speaking, they insisted that I try. I’ve been asked to advise on the business side of startups and asked to design logos, even when I told them that I’m no expert in these things. They’d insist that they want my opinions anyway because they saw the way I work and think through design.


3. If you aren’t interested in anything, try a lot of things.

Get yourself out there and try new things. Maybe you haven’t found what you really click with yet. Try a bunch of local classes and workshops, volunteer, learn about possibilities of things you can do.

You might already be interested in something, but society tells you that it’s not considered a hobby or a job. You love learning about any topics and could read Wikipedia for hours? That is a hobby. You might even want to get a job in research. You love playing games? Maybe you want to create one yourself and make it a really enjoyable experience because you know games so well. Or maybe you could make a build guide for your favorite RPG on youtube, and learn some digital marketing to get your channel more popular. There are more ways to do things than what people think is “acceptable”

Think of how you can spin things you like into something productive and sustainable. From examples above, playing games in itself won’t do much for you. But if you create a useful gaming guide for other people, coupled with some SEO skills, you can turn the hobby you love into a career you love. 


4. If you don’t know your goals, follow your mentors.

You probably already have people you admire in many areas of your life, whether it’s because of their career success, their skill expertise, their wisdom, or certain qualities they possess. List things you admire about these people. What kind of things make you want to be like them? Once you have this list, it can be your goal.

If you really don’t have anyone you admire, start looking for them. They don’t have to be people you know irl. They can be anyone from a celebrity, an inventor who’s long dead, someone in your family, or even a fictional character. You don’t have to like everything about that person for them to be your mentor. You just need aim for specific qualities that you admire in them.

In the beginning, study your mentors intensely and copy them. Once you’re proficient, adapt their techniques to your personality. I’ve been trying to improve my public speaking skill. There’s an older INTJ guy whose speaking style I think is very captivating. To learn from him, I watched at least 50 videos of him speaking in public to study his mannerism, his tone of voice, how he structured his scripts, where he added pauses—specific things contributing to his speaking style that captivates attention. Then, I’d try to use specific techniques I learn from him when I taught the university class, even the same phrases and analogies he used because of their clarity. After the 5-6 class, I started to get a hang of it and was able to adapt “his” style that I emulated to become more of my own, adding my own twists and personality into the way I talk.


5. Mastery takes grit—practice v.s. practice smart.

Many people say “I don’t like anything because I’m not good at anything.” Well, here’s some good news for you:

Talent is overrated. No one, I repeat, no one, is automatically good at anything. Maybe you have a natural inclination that gives you an advantage, e.g. you were born with a physique suitable to be a runner and you happen to like running. You might have a competitive advantage as a runner, but there’s absolutely no way you’d become good at running without years of training.

When you see other people and think they’re “talented,” you’re seeing the results of years of practice. What they don’t show you is the grind, the long hours, the years of crappy results but sticking with it.

That’s not to say, if you keep at it, you’ll get better. Repetition alone doesn’t work. You must practice smart. I also believe in the 80/20 rule. 20% of the things you normally do get you 80% of the results. If you’re trying to get better at playing piano, would playing your favorite song from start to finish repeatedly make you any better?

No.

You must target your weak points and attack it. Maybe your left little finger is weak and you can’t get the pressure you want. Do some Hanon exercises that focus on the little finger. Maybe you mess up a trill in a specific section half the time. Single out that section and practice it—don’t just play the whole song from start to finish.

I recommend watching Josh Kaufman talks about how it only takes 20 hours to become decent at something if you practice smart:

https://youtu.be/5MgBikgcWnY

6. Mastery takes sacrifice.

Everyone has the same amount of hours in a day. It’s up to you to choose what you do with your hours. It’s impossible to do everything and be everything in our lifetime, so choose wisely. It’s better that you proactively choose for yourself than let life choose for you, otherwise, you’ll look back in 10 years and hate where your life is heading.

Here are some examples from my experience:

  • I sacrifice going out with friends for working on my own company. I have friends who go out 2-3 times a week, and it’d have been fun if I go with them but that would mean much less time for things I want to accomplish. Instead, I actively set up a hangout session with this group once a month and truly spend quality time together talking or playing board games, rather than joining their usual bar-hopping routine.
  • I sacrifice job stability and consistent income for personal growth. I worked at a tech company and a design agency before, and both of them still want me back (I’m still in touch with former bosses from both), and it’d have been a nice and easy life to do what I love and have stability. But I know that I’d never be satisfied if I don’t try to make something out on my own from scratch.
  • I sacrifice comfort for opportunities. I’m a true introvert. I could stay in my apartment for a month straight, not talk to anyone, and be perfectly comfortable. But I’ve come to realize that I need to go out, make friends and connections so that I can find more opportunities to advance my career goals. It’s still difficult for me now, but I know to push myself to do it. Each time I see an event invitation, my first thought would be “urg, I need to wear pants, and put makeup, and take the subway full of people…” But now I know how important it is to make connections, going to events that are relevant to my goals usually win.
  • I sacrifice some friends for friends who push me to grow. There are many people I like and whom like me, but some of those people only want to hang out and talk about other friends’ lives, TV series, or complain about work. It makes a huge difference in my life to spend time with friends who love discussing big ideas, business opportunities, self-improvement, and learning. And I’d rather spend time with the latter than the former, even though I could get along with both groups.

7. Aim to create more than you consume.

Most people only consume—watch, read, listen, play music other people wrote, use contents that other people created. It’s easy to do this, and you can even learn a lot from consuming, but you won’t grow nearly as much as creating something.

Put something out into the world that’s not junk, e.g. not your selfies, photos of your pet, a rant blog, negative comments on other people’s contents.

Think of what you can contribute, and do it. If you’re reading my blog, you probably like MBTI. You could write an explanation post of your own, compile resources for people to learn from, or write about other aspects of personality psychology. You could even become MBTI certified and teach people irl. I see so many MBTI blogs where half of the content is telling other people that they’re mistyped and stupid. What use is that to yourself and other people?

Realistically, it’s extremely difficult to create more than you consume since you’d be sacrificing convenience and efficiency (i.e. you wouldn’t want to build your own phone from scratch instead of buying one), but you get what I mean when I say aim to create more.


8. Be proactive.

Don’t wait for people to feed knowledge and skills to you. We’re lucky to live in the digital age where pretty much everything can be searched in a few seconds—do it. Don’t wait to be taught in school, and don’t wait for answers.

I get so many asks about basic things that can be easily googled or search on my blog. I do not have time to answer every question I get, especially on things I wrote about before. I wonder if these people go ahead and google it themselves, or do they wait forever and never end up learning because they didn’t get a reply.

If you want to get better at something, be proactive in seeking knowledge. If you already have the skills to use the internet, you can learn and become anything you want.

-eilamona

[ My MBTI Merch ]

p.s. If there’s anything on this topic I still haven’t covered in this post or other posts I wrote before (search or look at my elaborate index), you can ask.

Accidental Kissing

Hi there! I’ve really wanted to start incorporating writing into my blog and this is my first real attempt. I wrote this on my own, and it’s just some phan fluff, but I’d love to write more if you guys want to send prompts or anything like that <3

Summary: Phil has a crush on Dan and during a gaming video Phil might accidentally kiss him.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone or anything in this writing other than the writing itself

Please don't repost this anywhere or claim it as your own <3

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Keep reading

the end of episode 105

keyleth. she has been dreading the idea of outliving the rest of her family for ages. This has been a fear she has expressed numerous times and something she is known to struggle with. Vax having an impending expiration date only makes that fear worse. and she’s angry. she is forced to confront her biggest fear before she’s ready.

then she walks into a house where a man has outlived his family and he’s absolutely miserable. sprigg was telling scanlan it was his future, but keyleth was seeing her own, and she hated it. she realized it was coming sooner than she ever thought possible. so she takes it out in battle and rages. and afterwards she sobs into Vax’s arms and is angered when someone else celebrates marriage, something she will not have with the man she loves.

vax. he cannot do anything to ease the pain keyleth is experiencing both because he is the source of it and because it’s beyond his control. all he can do is hold her. and when he hears of his sister’s marriage, maybe he would be happy, but right then the love of his life is shattering in his arms.

I’m sitting watching all this happen, simultaneously overjoyed for perc'ahlia and breaking down for vaxleth and I go on tumblr to see what people are saying about this stunning display of emotion and passion and nearly all of it is shitting on vax and keyleth. “why can’t they be happy for them? why do they have to ruin it?” like, guys. I’m sure vax and keyleth are thrilled about percy and vex, and they’ll get to feeling happy for them but they’re kinda dealing with some shit right now. this show, these actors, show us the complexities of dealing with several conflicting emotions all at once and they do it beautifully. marisha playing keyleth the way she did broke my heart and I was in awe of it

I wanted to cry and celebrate with the people who were live-blogging but all I got was negativity… it’s barely been a day for keyleth to recover and I thought marisha’s roleplaying was stunning. I don’t know, I think I’ve made my point. I can see how maybe it was a downer but I had my moment of excitement for perc’ahlia last week, and I would rather see the honest reactions from kiki and vax than manipulate the story to only see the happy endings…

anonymous asked:

Hello! Love your blog! I'm from the uk and I was wondering if you can do junkrat/reaper/genji/soldier/Hanzo with a British s/o who starts to use British slang words like "sod it (forget it)" "I'm knackered (tired)" "bloody hell (fgs)" and they think it's really cute that they've gone full British mode and then their s/o gets self conscious and embarrassed cause they don't like their accent but they reassure them it's adorable?(you don't just have to use those words either if you don't want to)🤗

((Does it count that I use Aussie slang so I was about to say to an American friend how a bunch of bogans are having a party at like, 1am and I haven’t had a chance to get 40 winks in almost 3 weeks now??? - Mod Tez))

Originally posted by smauganna

Jamison Fawkes

  • Man he bloody loves British accents
  • poor lad he doesn’t show it well though.
  • The first time you went full on British mode he went total Aussie mode.
  • So you both spoke in so much slang that not even Sombra could hack you guys to understand the convo.
  • If you ever feel self conscious about your accent or the way you talk he tries to cheer you up.
  • “Oi get exactly what ya mean sheila! trust me ‘ere love half the time even good ol Roadie here doesn’t even get me!”
  • “If you think your accent is bad then oi must be the worst then eh love?”
  • Will pepper your face with kisses.
  • You’ll probably end up with soot all over your face.
  • But the soot is shaped like kiss marks.

Originally posted by thingsarelookinggrim

Gabriel Reyes (Reaper)

  • This man?????
  • Somehow????
  • Understands???
  • Some??
  • Slang?
  • He probably picks things up from the tone of voice and is actually quick to get what you say.
  • He finds the way your face scrunches up and turns red very cute.
  • He usually swears in Spanish and loves to talk shit about others with you.
  • He probably, solely, learns how to use your slang to talk shit about people’s fashion.
  • “Ah that red dress with the green high heels that have golden stilts… Aye I must say that’s bloody bullocks.”
  • Will totally ask if he’s saying things right.
  • If you’re feeling embarrassed he likes to pet your head to calm you down.
  • Honestly really cares for you and if anyone talks shit about your slang you can say that they’ll get their balls busted bad.

Originally posted by theblackmegadeus

Jack Morrison (Dad™76)

  • bOI
  • This man doesn’t understand even bloody hell
  • He’s always like, “??????”
  • “Why is bloody an insult? No one’s bleeding”
  • Tries to understand but never will.
  • Kinda feels bad about it too because when you get embarrassed he blames himself.
  • Tries to make you feel better by completely butchering the slang in a really, really strong attempt to try and make you smile.
  • “I feel…um, bloody knackered? because I don’t know what most of the bullocks you say means. Can you try and teach me some of those bullocks?”
  • you end up laughing a little and he feels like he accomplished something.
  • Just tell him what he said was right.
  • He ain’t leaving you alone until you teach him.
  • Wants to be very supportive about it.

Originally posted by bokumetsu

Genji Shimada

  • You see, the thing with Genji is.
  • He travelled alot to find peace with himself.
  • In the process he passed by the UK
  • He understands slang but doesn’t know how to use it himself.
  • He finds your tone change when you speak in slang very cute.
  • Will start to freak out in a good way when you go full British mode.
  • If you ever get upset about the slang
  • or embarrassed
  • or anything really.
  • He will pap your cheeks
  • He’ll squish your cheeks
  • And he’ll press his visor against them.
  • He always tells you,
  • “It took me years to come to terms with myself, you mustn’t worry about a small matter such as this one. You sound cute and you’re happy. That is what matters.”
  • Will totally hug you.
  • Gotta love cyborg boy

Originally posted by maneljavier

Hanzo Shimada

  • Lookie here
  • Hanzo was raised in a very traditional lifestyle and possibly the type of English he was taught was American English.
  • He wouldn’t understand smidge of British slang
  • Hell, he doesn’t even understand Aussie slang mate!
  • But unlike Soldier, he is quick to learn
  • and also unlike Soldier, he is stubborn about learning new stuff.
  • But if he sees you start to become upset about your accent and/or slang use, he will throw himself on a desk and get his ass schooled.
  • Will approach you with tea and surprise you.
  • “Bloody hell this tea and learning about your bloody slang was hell to get through… But for you it was worth.”
  • He sets the tea down and hugs you.
  • Will probably never use the slang again but is willing to use it to cheer you up.

anonymous asked:

I don't know man, the fact that Sarah is hinting at a possible love triangle dynamic between Elain, Azriel and Lucien makes me really uneasy - like why on earth can't Elriel just be bros ! Like Azriel was deeply in love with mor for FIVE HUNDRED FUCKING YEARS !! He's only just coming out of that ( he deserves some time figuring out where he stands and who he is without that love tying him down when it comes to other potential love interests ya know ) and Elain with her fiancé too ? Idk thoughts

Okay, okay, I think, frankly, the love triangle is…Pretty fully fandom based at the moment. (Might become more, might not) People can ship whatever they want but as for canon…I did not read it as romantic. At all. At any point.

 It reminded me of Feyre and Lucien’s relationship in the beginning of ACOTAR actually (and before u all jump down my throat yes I did ship that romantically, I remember…But it has never been that way in canon and that’s the point I’m making) There are parallels there - they were both the first person that sort of connected with Feyre/Elain. They both helped them adjust and validated their experiences and didn’t underestimate them in spite of the fact everyone else around them did. 

I saw it as Azriel understanding Elain and her situation and reaching out to help her. And Elain had connected with Az a little bit before so it made sense that she would accept this. They’re quite similar and they understand each other (also similar to Feyre and Lucien’s dynamic) And it is possible for guys and girls to like…not be romantically involved and I think it seems SO ooc for Azriel to pursue her romantically? It’s just not him like, consider: 

A)- He’s in love with Mor. He has been for 500 years. They’ve both taken other lovers but those relationships have not been serious. Do you think that’s what he wants with Elain? Do you think he’s looking at this traumatised girl who’s just lost everything and thinking, yep, gonna pursue this as a quick fuck for a few weeks, take my mind off the war. Does that seem very Azriel? (I also don’t think he’s come out of this. He doesn’t know about Mor, they haven’t gotten any closure on that relationship at all, things remain as they were as far as Az is concerned) 

B)- She’s traumatised. Deeply traumatised. And Azriel knows and understands that. He helps her because…Azriel has also suffered trauma in his life! He knows how she feels. He probably responded similarly after he was shoved into that war camp the first time when he was eleven, same sort of psychology going on there. He was overwhelmed by this new world he was thrust into completely unprepared. He doesn’t feel like he  fits in (he still doesn’t think of himself as Illyrian). He has these gifts that allow him to sense things that no-one else can and he probably didn’t get listened to a whole lot for that. Same as Elain. They connect via shared trauma and he is a survivor who then helps her too (which is actually a really beautiful little note for his story) but I don’t read that as the basis of a romantic relationship. He knows how to help her and so he does. I just don’t see that as romantic. At all. Like…He helps draw her out of herself and start living a little more, it’s a story about survivors helping one another. That’s all. 

C)- Elain is his High Lady’s sister. Azriel is DEEPLY loyal and deeply attached to Feyre I just can’t see him pursuing Elain that way. Especially not when….He knows she has a fiance. He’s been to the mortal lands. He’s seen her refuse to retreat to the safety of Prythian because of her engagement. He knows that she loves him, he knows that she’s upset by losing him. He also knows that she has a mate. He was there when Lucien announced that and he was there when Lucien came to the Night Court as well. Do you think fucking Azriel would approach her and try to confuse that situation any more than it already is for her? 

People can ship whatever theye want. as far as I’m concerned canon doesn’t validate or invalidate a ship (*squints at my own crackship armada*) E/riel is totally fine to ship like, dig in, go ahead, I get it (don’t ship it/see it myself, just, because people keep asking where I stand on it) but at this point IN CANON I don’t see it as a love triangle. 

I see it as a compassionate person who understands what someone else is going through reaching out and helping them. It’s like what happened with Mor and Feyre? Their trauma was the same and Mor as the person further down the path to recovery reaches out and helps Feyre along. Same thing happening here with Az and Elain. I do not see a love triangle in canon. 

Then again that doesn’t go for much because I don’t see fuck all when it comes to canon but the way I’m reading it (and the way I know @valamerys has read it like, go stalk Claire’s blog she’s more reassuring than I am haha) I’m not worried about Azriel and Elain suddenly turning into a love triangle with Elain and Lucien it just…It doesn’t make any sense to me at all at the moment it feels incredibly OOC for Azriel’s character. 

BUT these are just my thoughts, other people interpret it differently and fine, fill your boots but…I’m not worried. I think Elucien got enough little moments and development for me to still think that’s a path we’re going down just…more slowly than I think some of us anticipated, which I’m totally fine with. 

REASONS WHY SUNGMIN WILL NEVER REGAIN KOREAN FANS
  • <p> <b></b> I know all the international ELF's don't understand why Korean ELF has turned their backs against Sungmin after his marriage. I'll just simply explain reasons why Sungmin isn't welcomed by Korean ELF and just a reminder that this is not a post to tell the international fans to hate on him too. I just personally found it frustrating to see international fans not being able to understand the korean fans and vice versa because I see the valid reason for them to be angry I don't plan to be a supporter of Sungmin until he apologizes to his fans.<p/><b>Fact 1:</b> January, 2014, Leeteuk's family members passed away from a car accident and Leeteuk suffered a lot (he even mentioned about how he became suicidal). He was completing his military service during the time; however, it was around this point of the year that Sungmin started to ask for marriage approvals to Leeteuk as well through letters. He even bought a condo for Saeun and himself (on February). He clearly didn't consider the situation of his members and he was being selfish.<p/><b>Fact 2:</b> The members and even his family didn't approve of his marriage to be held on December. They didn't mind him getting married, but it conflicted with SJ's schedule and they wanted him to push his marriage back several months (around March). His mother said to a Chinese fanbase owner, "There is no parent that beats his child" which meant that his family didn't want the marriage to be held so soon. The reason Sungmin and Saeun wanted to get married on December 13, 2014 was because it was exactly a year since they've met. I suppose it was a special date to them, but Super Junior members were having a concert in Japan a week before the marriage and the week after which meant that they would have had to perform, fly back to Korea for the wedding, and then fly back to Japan to perform which would have been physically straining for the members, considering the fact they need to prepare and rehearse for the concerts. As well, Sungmin missed concert rehearsals to go on a date with Saeun.<p/><b>Fact 3:</b> On September,2014, Sungmin's dating rumors came up. Fans actually knew about them dating in advance but they decided to keep it quiet for the sake of Sungmin. When marriage rumors came up, fans started to ask for feedback from Sungmin. They just wanted to know what was happening and were nervous. As you remember from Radio Star, Leeteuk and Heechul said that fans wouldn't want to hear dating/marriage news from the music industry, they wanted to know through Sungmin's words. However, during fan sign events Sungmin would never speak of this and ignored his fans who mentioned anything about the marriage rumor. He even hired bodyguards/managers who would threaten the fans "Do you not want Sungmin's autograph" if they asked anything about the marriage rumor. To his fans, he started to sign autographs with his wife's nickname "MIMI" on the autographs, which was replaced from a star. Fans don't want love symbols on their autographs, that's Sungmin's personal life that they don't need to be involved in.<p/><b>Fact 4:</b> You guys might know that Sungmin runs a naver cafe (kinda like a blog) and when marriage rumors came up, there were a lot of comments from his fans regarding this rumor. One fan wrote, "Let the fans who want to leave Sungmin, leave. It doesn't matter anymore" and Sungmin liked this comment. As well, he blocked the word, "Korean Fans" on the cafe, shutting korean fans out. He blocked blog accounts and deleted the comments of a koreans fan who wrote, "Wouldn't it be possible for you to keep your marriage rumors quiet for the rest of SJ and for the sake of yourself?". The fans wanted him to keep big rumors like this relatively quiet because it was right before the announcement of THIS IS LOVE repackaged album and it was an important time of the year for the fans and SJ (back then, it was thought that this could have been the last album before majority of the members will go serve for military service. It was the only chance that Korean ELF can help win the annual award for SJ). Because of Sungmin's marriage rumors, THIS IS LOVE repackage promotion lasted only for a week and the repackaged album only became a special album.<p/><b>Fact 5:</b> All the gifts that were given to Sungmin, now is basically in Saeun's possession. Fans probably spent lots of money in buying a gift for Sungmin, not for Saeun to keep and use. (Ex. the couple hat that they wore during their honey moon.)<p/><b>Fact 6:</b> Super Junior members were pretty disappointed with Sungmin. As you might know, on the date of Sungmin's wedding, SJ members tried to console Korean Fans and I heard that they left the wedding as soon as they can and ate somewhere else. I don't trust SJ's words from Radio Star fully because it was broadcasted on television, they wouldn't say anything bad about each other on a show. It is definitely true that they had a miscommunication but the miscommunication wouldn't have occurred if Sungmin tried to be considerate towards his members. Super junior is an idol group, and making individual actions did trouble the members quite a bit. It was the members like Ryeowook, Heechul, Leeteuk, and Kangin who expressed an apologetic attitude towards ELF when it wasn't their fault.<p/><b>Fact 7:</b> He told his Chinese fans about proceeding the marriage, and how he felt comfortable around Saeun. But he lied to Korean fans saying he isn't getting married. (One of the main reasons that Korean fans felt betrayed by Sungmin more than the international fans out here rn)<p/><b>Fact 8:</b> Korean fans don't oppose to marriage of their idols. They may be temporarily upset and those of the minority may leave Sungmin but we all know that Super junior is a grown up man (many are in their 30s now) and they need to date and eventually get married. Korean ELFs joke around to Heechul saying that he should stop loving 2D characters and find a real 3D women and get married. At first when news on his marriage was released, Korean fans were congratulating Sungmin, until they started to find about everything Sungmin did to his fans. In Korea, ALL OF HIS FANBASES CLOSED DOWN and many of the ELF is supporter of SJ except SUNGMIN.<p/><b>Fact 9:</b> It wasn't the announcement of the marriage that Korean ELFs were upset about, it was the fact that Sungmin betrayed Korean fans. Seeing korean community pages, I strongly believe that Sungmin won't be welcomed back into SJ from korean fans. Tbh I don't understand why he would get married so quickly (barely met a year) when he was going to go to the military right after. Well it is his decisions in the end.<p/><b></b> The only reason I made this posting now was the fact that Sungmin doesn't seem to care about Korean fans anymore and he isn't apologetic about his actions. This was the reason that angered me the most. I just hope he realizes what he has screwed up on and makes an effort to fix it. His personal life is important, but if it wasn't for his fans, he would not have made it this far with his career. If you guys still can't relate, try to think of your position as a Korean ELF. If you have any questions I guess I'm free to accept questions, but I hope they aren't quite harsh (don't try to fight me back) ._. This will be my first and last post on Sungmin though.<p/><
Restless

Ship: Hunk/Keith

Words: 1672

A/N: Why am I doing this I have a script to write asdfghjkl whatever, here you go!


In space, the concept of time was abstract. There were no suns or moons to relay the passage of days – the world was plunged into eternal darkness. Hell, even the units of measurements were different. Seconds, minutes and days made way for ticks, dobashes and quintants.

So Keith couldn’t tell you exactly what time he woke up. He couldn’t even say ‘in the middle of the night’ because deep in space, the word night lost meaning.

But he could tell you that it was from a frightening dream. His hair was mussed, body caked in sweat and shaking, his heart racing.

This had been going on for weeks. Ever since Shiro’s disappearance, ever since that battle of Zarkon, ever since Keith was practically forced to step up as the black paladin even though he felt in his heart that he was far from ready. He had just gotten used to the idea that he was part Galra for quiznak’s sake before the universe placed this heavy burden on his shoulders.

Next to him a body shifted slightly. Keith glanced over, scared that he’d woken them up.

“Keith…? Are you awake?”

The former red paladin would forever blame this on a moment of weakness but very stupidly he said, “No.”

Silence.

The body shifted some more, and Keith mentally cursed as it sat up completely and wholly, leaning against the back. A heavy sigh came out of his partner’s lips as he looked over at him with the kindest eyes Keith had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

“Nightmare?” Hunk asked, though it was already clear that he knew from the look of concern in his eyes.

Keith nodded anyway, scrunching the sheets in his fists. Hunk smiled softly before scooting over and wrapping his arms around him. Keith could never verbally express when he wanted physical reassurance, but Hunk could read him like a manual. He knew all his mannerisms, knew how he operated and for that Keith was grateful.

His shaking eased in his arms. It was a strange arrangement, sure. Keith would be the first to admit it. The first time he’d had this nightmare he’d woken up alone in his own room. It was unbearable, there was no one around to help him and though he mostly considered himself a lone wolf, Keith couldn’t stand the loneliness, the isolation. Out there he had a team – people he could depend on, but in his own company he had nobody to turn to.

That’s how he found himself wandering the ship during the sleeping hours. For a full week he avoided sleeping and did other things to occupy his time. He trained, he read, did anything really. But the sleepless nights had begun to take a toll on him. He suspected everyone noticed, but nobody wanted to say anything – what could they say? Everyone was dealing with the loss of Shiro in different ways.

This all changed three weeks ago. During one of Keith’s late night wanderings he had bumped into Hunk who had apparently gotten up to get himself a glass of water. Hunk could see just how wrecked Keith was and with just one enquiring sentence, Keith told him everything. He told him about the nightmares, about being afraid of waking up alone, about being alone again, about how his new position was taking a toll on him.

Hunk took all this in, and after about thirty minutes of listening and not speaking a word, a single sentence came out.

“You can sleep with me tonight.”

And that was that. It was such a simple solution, but it did wonders. At first Hunk thought it best that he slept on the floor but Keith wanted them both to be in the bed. It was a childish thought, but he figured if they were close then somehow he would be protected from his nightmares. And it helped to some extent.

Keith couldn’t help but feel bad, though. He was taking a full nights’ rest away from Hunk and that’s why he didn’t want him to wake up. But he supposed that it was too late now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hunk asked quietly. “It seemed…worse than the other ones.”

Keith said nothing at first, just basking in the feeling of Hunk’s arms around him.

“It was…different. I mean, it was mostly the same but…”

Hunk said nothing, an indicator for Keith to continue after he gathered his thoughts.

“It was exactly the same dream. We were on some planet in the middle of some weird Galra war, and there was so much yelling and blood. Guns were firing everywhere and I was running towards something. Exactly the same as always. And then there was a body wearing paladin armour. There was so much blood-I couldn’t see the colour, I don’t remember it. And then…”

Hunk tightened his grip on his reassuringly, telling him without words that it was okay for him to continue but at the same time if he didn’t want to he didn’t need to.

“I was used to it. I knew if I took off the helmet I would see Shiro’s face. That’s how it was for the past few weeks. But when I did it wasn’t Shiro. It was…oh god…it was you.”

Keith closed his eyes and placed his head on Hunk’s shoulder. “The thought of Shiro dying is devastating, sure. But for some reason seeing you on the ground, dead, lifeless, I just couldn’t take it. You’re the one thing that keeps me anchored.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Hunk said reassuringly. “I know it’s hard. I know, but I’m right here and I swear that as long as you want me around I’m not going anywhere.”

“What if I want you around forever?”

Hunk froze. “What?”

Keith mentally facepalmed and retracted, moving away from him. Oh my God, did I just say that? he wondered in mortification before he curled in on himself. He’d never felt his face get so red in his life. That was no better than a confession. And yeah, sure, the idea of them being together was great, perfect actually. And the thought of waking up next to the yellow paladin for the rest of his life was more than Keith could ever hope for. And the idea of Hunk dedicating his affection to him and only him was incredible. But there was no way Hunk liked him. He liked Shay, or at least had a thing for her. Even Keith noticed. He noticed very much. He was only doing this…whatever this was, because he was nice. It just a Hunk thing to do. But it would be a lie to say that Keith didn’t like him on a deeper level.

He never knew him at the garrison, he didn’t really know anybody. It was only when the whole Voltron thing started that he got to know him. Back then it was just a sort of admiration; Hunk was fun and goofy but at the same time he was fierce and passionate. Over time that admiration evolved into something more but this feeling he felt right now only came into fruition when they went onto that mission together. When Hunk let him know in his own special Hunk way that it didn’t matter what race he was, he would accept him. When he needed that reassurance the most, Hunk gave it to him.

Hunk would do anything, anything, for his friends. He’d die for them if given the opportunity. But as mentioned before, that was just a part of his personality. There was no doubt in Keith’s mind that if any of the other paladins had nightmares that he’d do exactly the same for them as he did for Keith.  This wasn’t special treatment, and it would do more harm than good if he thought so. In the end he’d have to deal with a broken heart on top of every other quiznakking thing he’s had to deal with in the last few months alone.

“Keith…”

“I think it’s best if this is the last time I sleep in your room,” he said without looking up.

“Keith, come on. Look at me.”

Keith fought the urge to, he really did, but he couldn’t help peaking up at him.

When Hunk noticed this movement, he placed his hand on top of one of Keith’s with a soft smile on his face. Everything about him was just so tender and sweet and soft…

“Forever isn’t nearly enough time.”

Keith’s heart stuttered. Did he just…?

The former red paladin unfurled himself as Hunk held onto one of his hands, threading his fingers through Keith’s. A cheeky grin formed on his face.

“Question is, are you willing to put up with me for that long?”

Keith looked at their interlaced hands in wonder. They felt so natural together, like they belonged and suddenly he wondered how he’d managed to go this long without knowing this feeling.

“I don’t…I thought…but Shay?”

Hunk chuckled. “Shay is someone I care about, sure. But I don’t really like her. I never did.”

“You like me?”

Hunk kissed the back of his hand. “Wasn’t it obvious? Pidge and Lance seemed to think so. Shiro too.”

Keith didn’t know what to say.  He didn’t know what to think. He just gawked at him, awestruck.

“Look let’s go to sleep now, okay? We can talk more about us later.”

Keith nodded numbly before lying back down. Hunk did the same, but kept his arms around him with his chest pressing into his Keith’s back. The former red paladin felt him nuzzle himself into the crook of his neck and place a soft kiss there.

“Sweet dreams, Keith.”

And for the first time in weeks, Keith wasn’t afraid to fall asleep. It was weird but he had a feeling that could actually look forward to a peaceful sleep for the rest of the night. A rare soft smile graced his features as he cuddled closer to Hunk and closed his eyes.

“You too, big guy.”

Thank you, my followers

I just want to thank you guys for sticking with me when I go through tough things and express them on my blog. I’m thankful for every one of you guys, the ones who’ve been here from the beginning, the ones who came after 100 followers+ the ones who only followed months, weeks, days, hours, minutes and/or second ago, you guys truly mean so much. 

I want to thank everyone that’s put me down on here and called me names and the ones who say it behind my back, you guys are haters but it only fuels me to continue being here and write, it fuels me to become better and keep going.

I want to thank everyone who’s sent me an ask, even if it was about your day or telling me you liked a fic or advice. you guys truly make me feel great and amazing. you guys are awesome and don’t know the effect your kind words have on me. I save asks and go back and read them when I’m down and upset.

Thank you to the ones I’ve inspired or brought up and you’ve told me about it even if you didn’t. It honestly makes me feel amazing and proud. when I have a bad day it’s just amazing to think I've done more than just write a story and posted it.

Thank you for liking and reblogging my work, you don’t know how big of a smile I get just from seeing that.

thank you for leaving comments on my fic’s. they motivate me and make me smile. 

Thank you for requesting, it’s you guys that have gotten me to where I am. you the ones who request amazing ideas and let me write them. thank you. 

thank you to the one’s who’ve unfollowed. of coures i hate to see you go but i wouldn’t want you to follow if you dont like me or what i post. you guys make me want to be better for my new followers. 

A BIG GIANT thank you to my friends that have helped me from the begging of my blog and the ones I've gained from this blog. you guys motivate me even if you don’t realize it @original-colormemeow @angstytodd @batfamily-imagines @loverandomness2 @unprofessional-writer @arkham-dame @tim-help @jxsontxdds @just-a-girl-maybe @soepicsokim @dc-comics-imagines @statuesofbees @pinkwitch21 and many more! thank you!

thank you to the friends I've lost, it’s a bummer that we didn't last but thank you for being there when you were. 

thank you to all the writers that have motivated me and pushed me to write. you guys, I’m so thankful to have found you.

just thank you, everyone. I couldn’t be here without you all, 1,900 in 8 months…that’s crazy. I started (February 28) this blog with so little intentions I thought my tops would be 50 followers. I remember creating it and naming it…to think after a few days of it being up without anything I was going to delete it but I posted my first imagine then another and another. on my birthday (March 13)  I had 20 followers then two days later I had over a hundred… its amazing how fast I began to grow. I can’t express how much, this blog, writing, you, mean to me. I really truly can’t. I remember going to delete this blog many, MANY times but you always seemed to pull me back and I'm truly grateful for you. you mean so much to me even if I don't know you by name you still mean so much. thank you for being with me through thick and thin and it makes me emotional to think I have you guys…just THANK YOU!!! I honestly love you all so much. I couldn’t and wouldn’t be here without you.


thank you for taking the time to read this! -Hailey “salty satan”

graciiie-deneuve-deactivated201  asked:

Aww yes a new headcannon blog! It's very nice to meet you, and I wish you luck in running your blog! Can I request the RFA's (maybe V and Rika too? But that's fine if you don't do either of them 😁) reaction to their partner thinking that they are cheating on them, even though they aren't? Like, how would the RFA try to convince their partner they aren't cheating on them, that kinda thing. I'm sorry if it doesn't make any sense 😅

Thank you so much! You’re very kind, and don’t worry, I understand what you mean! Thank you for requesting!! Hopefully my headcanons are good enough! I’ll try my best with Rika’s, though it may not be very good as I don’t have an amazing grasp on her personality outside of everything with Mint Eye! I’ll do my best, though!! I’m sorry if they aren’t very good..!

V’s and Rika’s headcanons turned into more of a..’Do you still like them?” sort of thing, I apologize! I just started to run out of things that would make a person seem like they were actively cheating without them actually being cheaters if that makes sense! 

Headcanons below the cut ~ Very long post!

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anonymous asked:

I don't understand how you can say respect my wishes but spam a sub par book and tell everyone to rate it. You're not personable in the slightest. TBH I feel as though you think you're better than your followers. Your only response ever is "Thanks!" That made me wanna stop interacting with you. It hurts when you write nice things to a writer but then just get more begging and pleading. You were better a year ago. Now you act like an egotistical author. I looked up to you. Guess I was wrong to...

(Part 2) It wasn’t posted for you to respond. It was supposed to be a self reflection. What are you actually telling your audience rather than what are you trying. Again, you come off narcissistic. Other authors have books but they don’t spam them every single fucking day or even a week. But you’re gonna do what you want. So we can both be assholes together! 💁🏼❤️❤️❤️

So, the first message was sent as I was posting that I wasn’t going to respond any more messages today, and I didn’t see it until after. Then came the second. Sorry, but I need to respond to this one. I’ll put it under a cut, and then I’m logging off Tumblr for the day so y’all don’t have to see any more of this. I’m sorry for today, guys. My blog will be back to normal tomorrow.

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anonymous asked:

I love your blogs^^ I hope I'm not rushing you but I'm just asking if you're continuing your short fanfic Hope you don't mind me asking, take your time =3

Author’s note: confused? here’s part one || ENJOY !!!

It had been a week since you and Seven’s fight.

You had set up camp in Jaehee’s living room and made the couch your permanent bed. Zen had gone over to get some of your clothes for you, and you had been splitting the gas money with Jaehee by carpooling. Surprisingly, everything was running smoothly.

Aside from the fact that you and Seven still worked together.

The first time he walked into the office with bloodshot eyes, and gave you his signature puppy dog look, you wanted nothing more than to run into his arms.

“I never loved you.”

The words that haunted your nightmares pulled you back to reality. I can’t give in… not after what he said.

So every day from that point on, you ignored him, and every day, he looked worse and worse.

“You could at least acknowledge him,” Yoosung sighed, leaning against your desk.

You laughed. “After what he said? Not a chance.”

“Look, I know what he said what awful, but I’m worried about him! Tomorrow is gonna be his first weekend totally alone.”

“What about last weekend? I left on Friday night…”

The blonde leaned in close to you and lowered his voice to a whisper. “He was with me. I stayed with him the entire weekend, and it was horrible! I have never seen Seven so mad at himself, or so…”

He looked around to see if anyone was listening, “Well, drunk.”

You spun around. “He’s drinking again?”

Yoosung nodded. “It’s bad, MC…”

“Well, why don’t you stay with him again this weekend?”

“I have a… thing,” Yoosung looked away from you sheepishly.

“A thing?”

“An LOLOL convention.”

“…”

Yoosung rolled his eyes. “I’m just telling you this now, so you aren’t surprised when you find a drunk Seven wandering outside of your window tonight.”

With that, he walked away, leaving you to digest what he just told you.

He’s taking this pretty hard…

You looked over at him. He was staring intensely at the computer, but even from where you were sitting you could see the bags under his eyes. He obviously hadn’t shaved since you left, or even done his hair, for that matter…

Before you could even think about talking to him, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Yoosung, I already told you-”

“I know he has girly hands, but don’t go mistaking me for him,” Jaehee chuckled

Yoosung, who was heading over to Seven’s desk, turned around and glared. “I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU KNOW!!”

You and Jaehee made eye contact before bursting out laughing.


Seven watched as you threw your head back and laughed. I miss that smile…

Sighing, he turned back to his computer. He really needed something to distract him tonight. He tried to sneak another glance at you.

“Whatcha looking at, bud?”

“SHIT, Yoosung, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

He crossed his arms. “I’ve been standing here for the past two minutes.”

“…Oh.”

“Soooo, what are you gonna do tonight?”

Seven leaned back in his chair. “I was just thinking about that… maybe I’ll go to a bar?”

“A new one just opened up down the street from here! You should check it out, I heard they serve this crazy drink-”

“Okay, I’ll go.”

Yoosung scratched the back of his neck. “And uh… I talked to MC. She’s still pretty mad about the whole thing.”

“…”

“Maybe you should ask her to come back?”

Seven glared at his friend. “Don’t you think I’ve tried that? She won’t answer any of my calls or texts!”

Yoosung gulped. “Well… have fun tonight… drinking…. and uhhh… don’t do anything dumb!”

He walked away and Seven rolled his eyes.

Don’t do anything dumb? Too late for that…


Jaehee looked through her assorted DVDs and sighed. “You can pick the movie, MC.”

You felt your eyes widen, “Really??”

Jaehee takes movie night pretty seriously… this is kind of a big deal!!

“Yeah, you look like you need a win.”

I take it back…

“Thanks, Jaehee,” you scoffed.

She plopped herself down on the couch. “You know that’s not what I meant!”

Deciding you needed a ‘pick me up’, you chose your favorite comedy.

Sitting next to Jaehee, you smiled. “Ready?”

“Ready!”

You pressed play, and let yourself forget all about your boyfriend issues.Yet, you still couldn’t help but wonder.

What’s he up to right now?


“Another one.”

The bartender looked over at the five empty glasses surrounding Luciel.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

Seven placed a finger on his chin. “Hmm, let me think…”

“Sir-”

“I can still remember her, so no. Another!”

The Bartender sighed, and went to make him a drink.

“You look like you’re having a rough night.”

“More like rough week,” Seven turned toward the voice.

There sat a nice looking blonde girl, probably around his age. “Hi, I’m Mina,” she extended her arm toward him, “but you can call me Mimi!”

“Mimi? That’s a nice name. I’m Seven,” he shook her hand.

“Like the number?”

“Yup.”

That was the same thing MC said when I told her my name…

“So, what’s up with all the drinks?”

He laughed. “Well…”


“That was such a funny movie!!”

You nodded, “And the main guy was sooo cute!”

“Not as cute as Zen, ”Jaehee winked.

She got up off the couch and stretched. “I think I’m gonna head to bed. You should do the same!”

“I will…”

She furrowed her brows. “What is it?”

“I’m going to visit Seven tomorrow.”

What? Why-“

You put a hand up. “Just hear me out.”

You told her what Yoosung had told you earlier, and how you think you should at least check on him.

“I want to make sure he’s eating and sleeping correctly…”

“Wow, MC… you’re such a nice person. I would’ve have already dumped his sorry ass.”

“JAEHEE!”

She shrugged and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m going over there because… well, it’s the right thing to do… when you love someone.”

Jaehee reached for the lights. “You still love him?”

“Of course! We aren’t broken up; I’m just taking some time for myself.”

“Whatever you say, MC.”

She turned off the lights, leaving you with your thoughts.


“And that’s why I ended up here, drinking alone on a Friday night.”

Wow… well, I can tell you one thing; you aren’t alone anymore!!”

“I’ll cheers to that!”

Seven and his new friend clinked their cups together.

I’m glad I can at least make one friend while I’m out like this… I think MC and Mimi would get along pretty well if they knew each other.

Three drinks later, and Seven could barely see straight.

“S-Seven are youuuu okayyyyy,” Mimi slurred.

He gave her a goofy smile. “I’m perrfeccctttlyyy fine!”

She giggled. “We should get out of hereee!!”

He set down his cup and looked up at her.

Don’t do it, Seven.

She held out her hand.

Don’t do it, Seven.

He grabbed it and let her lead him out.

Don’t do it, Seven.

The two of them got a cab, and he directed it back to his place

Don’t do it, Seven.

He unlocked the front door with slurred Arabic nonsense.

Don’t do it, Seven.

The two of them stepped inside, and she closed the door behind them.

Don’t do it, Seven.

And that was the last thing he remembered.

Some Insight Into the life of Connor Murphy: A Printer Boy Story(Part Three)

This is a preface of sorts:

The year is 2011

The time is 3:03 PM

It’s a Monday, Mid-August.

School had only been in session for a week and Connor was already done with it.
There was no way Connor Murphy, Printer​ Boy, would be getting on that bus today. He didn’t have his sister to tell on him anymore, so he could do as he pleased, as long as he had a good excuse.
His phone was dead, he had listened to music all through 3rd and 6th period, plus he forgot to charge it last night. So he couldn’t call, right?
He’d just tell his mom that his class got held late and that he missed the bus. That would give him time to walk home at what ever pace he wanted.
Connor began walking, and had gotten a few blocks from the school when he noticed a few kids he had seen around school hanging out behind the skating rink. He knew a couple, they were in his grade, but most were older. He must have been staring because he then heard.

“Murphy! What are you doing?”

“I-ummm, I was just walking home” Connor was startled.

One of them approached him. It was Lily. Connor didn’t know what to think about this girl. She was never rude to him, she was just there. She was an acquaintance really.
“You wanna hang with us?”  She asked

“I, are you sure? I mean, I guess that would be cool” he stumbled through

She just kind of chuckled.

“Come on, Printer Boy” she would never let that go…And that made Connor uncomfortable, it was almost like she knew.

She led him back to the group of kids. Very few introductions were made. Connor was uncomfortable. He had never been invited to hang out with anyone from school. It was weird. He wanted to leave, but he also didn’t want to seem like a freak. He barely noticed when one of the other kids addressed him.

“Do you smoke, kid?” This weird, mildly intimidating boy asked.

“Umm no. I mean, I never have. We’re to Young to smoke, right?”

The group kind of laughed. Connor blushed. He started weighing his options. He could leave, and go home and deal with his mom, or stay here and do, well whatever they were doing.
He decided to stay. At least they weren’t interrogating him as to how his day at school was, MOM. (It was shit in case you were wondering. He doesn’t understand Chemistry, and was nearly last pick in gym(thanks Evan Hansen))
It wasn’t long before he had started talking to the kid beside him. They were cool, and Connor felt mildly included for a minute. He felt someone tap his shoulder, and he looked up. The older kid was handing him something.

“Take a puff kid”

That’s how it started. Connor didn’t seek out this coping method. This life found him. And for once Connor was calm. He didn’t feel that darkness overtaking him. He was free. He was…He was okay.
If there was one thing Connor hated about drugs, it was the other people. He preferred to be by himself. He had no interest in being one of them. He occasionally would speak to Lily, or the old kid, which Connor learned was named Stephen, but liked to be called Claws, to get a hook up, but otherwise he kept to himself.

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The story starts here:

Now, since we last saw Printer Boy, he had accepted his powers, and had become the neighborhood printer fixer upper. His dad’s friends all found out that he “could fix any printer issue you’ve got” and Larry would pimp it up to the guys. It was the only way Connor got any real attention from his Father, so he would take it with a grain of salt.
The Harris’ were about as tech savvy as Connor is a turtle, so he was often over at their house “fixing” their printer. He normally just poked it a few times and it worked. This is when they’d invite his family on skiing trips. He never wanted to go, but his dad always said yes. Ugggggggg. They had a daughter that was a year older than Connor, and a son Zoe’s age. Connor disliked both of them. They were so fake happy all the time. Jessica and Shane. Ugggggggg. Their youngest daughter, Brittney, who was just a toddler, really liked Connor and so he spent most his time “babysitting” her while their moms were off drinking together. This is how he avoided the “wicked slopes”.

On one of these ski trips, the resorts computer messed up as they were checking-in and Larry tried to get Connor to try and fix it, but Connor didn’t know how, and it ended with Connor in a puddle of tears, Zoe and Jessica laughing at him, and Connor’s parents fighting. It had become apparent to Cynthia that Larry was taking advantage of Connor’s gift and she was not about that life.

Connor was no longer sent to the neighbors houses to fix the printers.

The year is 2012

The time is 1:37 PM

It’s early November

Cynthia was on a cleaning kick. It was part of her latest obsession. The flow of the house wasn’t right. She needed to clean and rearranging everything. The “KEEP OUT! that means you, MOM” sign on Connor’s door did not deter Cynthia, and she barged in and began cleaning. For a teenage boy, Connor’s room was fairly clean, much to Cynthia’s delight. However, she did feel the need to move things around. She was moving the dresser when she found a lose board on the floor.

“Damn. I’ll have to have Larry take a look at this later” she muttered as she bent over to examine it further. Much to her chagrin, the board came completely off the floor.

Cynthia was shocked. Appalled. Disgusted. How could Connor do this? What reason would he have to be doing this? Had she not been a good mother. Had she failed (spoiler: yes she had), suddenly everything made sense. Connor hadn’t been tired, or “just a growing boy”, or suddenly developed allergies. He was high. This whole time. For over a year and she never realized, or no, she had been in denial.
When she attempted to approach Connor about it he nearly shrugged.

“It not a big deal mom.” He said nonchalantly as he went up to his room.

Inside he was panicking. He had become dependent on the drug to sleep. To focus in school. To function. Days when he ran out without realizing were agonizing. He became extremely aggressive, especially towards his sister Zoe, and it would take days to get back on track after that. He always felt so guilty afterwards. This wasn’t how he wanted to be, but it was how it was. He knew things would have to change and soon, because now his mom knew, which means his dad would know. They’d be policing his every move. This may be the one thing they agree on all year. He went to his mom.

“I need help mom. I don’t know what to do, and I need help” he practically begged.

“I know honey, and I’m going to help you” she had responded.

Connor didn’t know that this meant months of rehab-hopping and weekend yoga retreats. None of it helped. Connor knew it wouldn’t. When you let mentally healthy people decide what’s best for the mentally ill, you’ll almost never get results. Connor knew he needed medication. He knew he needed a proper doctor, a good therapist, and he knew his parents could afford it. They just didn’t want it to be true. They thought they could be hush hush about the whole thing and they could still pretend they had a perfect family.

The year is 2013

The time is 10:47PM

It was a February day

Connor was done. Nearly four months. FOUR MONTHS into his mother’s “help” and he couldn’t take it. She was trying to fix the drug problem, not his problem. He wasn’t sleeping. He was tearing himself apart from the inside out. His grades were slipping (not that they were ever great, but in the last year he had done better in school than he ever had). He didn’t want to do anything. He felt even more disconnected from the world than ever before. His dad was yelling at him about his grades regularly. He stopped eating properly, and he was thin already. His parents had stopped his allowance, and carpeted his bedroom (they carpeted the whole upstairs, but Connor knew.)

It was this February day that Connor decided he had to do something for himself.

He created an ad:



Connor became Printer Boy.

He had a goofy, albeit rather snazzy, getup to hide his identity, he didn’t want his parents finding out.
He didn’t get a lot of business. Just a few calls a week. Normally pretty easy jobs, but it was enough. He was buying shitty drugs, but they helped. He had to hide it from his parents, but he was sure his mom knew. There was no way she could be that blind anymore.
He would sneak out to take a call, and sneak back in with ease. He could climb a tree like it ain’t no thang. Several times he was denied access to the home due to his masked face. He was always cautious about who to reveal his face to. Rarely adults, but most kids he seemed trustworthy, as long as he had never seen them before. He knew he could get more business if he was available during the early evening but he didn’t want to deal with his parents questioning him.

A few notable calls he endured:

•The one time Jared Kleinman called because he had tried to use homemade ink that he crafted from Bathbombs. He was afraid Jared would recognize him, but he was too busy being angsty about “loving the cronch” and “I just wanted a pretty picture of me cronching, made from the cronch”. The printer was fizzing. This was definitely a $15 job, but Jared only had $7, so Connor took what he could get. Connor made a mental note to never step foot in that house again.

•The call to the Beck’s. Connor vaguely knew their middle daughter Alana(they had English together at some point? She was very loud and sometimes pushy but never mean if he remembered correctly). The youngest had jammed the printer really bad. Connor almost cried at the horrid sight. He had come to care for printers. He felt responsible for their health. There were roughly 25 sheets of paper jammed in there. He just sighed and got to work. He had a harder time working with the printers when he was high, but he still hasn’t botched a job yet.


•The time some old ladies’ printer had actually exploded. Like blown a hole in one of their walls. He spent a bit trying to find the printer. It took a little longer that 15 minutes, but the nice ladies gave him cake and tea for his trouble. And a crisp $20 bill. It was Connor’s favorite job ever and he secretly hoped they would have troubles again.

•They time Lily called him. He worried the whole way over that she knew it was him. She never let on. Her printer was easy to fix. Just a small leak with the ink cartridge. Took just a tap of his hand and it was all cleaned up, he just replaced the cartridge and returned to the living room where she was waiting.

“It was an easy fix. $5 please.” He held out his hand

“Yeah, sure thing, Printer Boy” she said with a smirk. She knew. Oh no. This was embarrassing. He was so embarrassed.

“How did you know?!” He asked

“Really? Who else would call themselves Printer Boy?”

“Good point…”

“You look like shit, by the way”

Connor walked towards the door. He didn’t say anything. He needed to get out of there. Lily went to show him out, slipped the money into his hands, and as he walked down the walk towards the street she called out after him.

“Mines dishwashers​!”

To be continued…

(AN: I intend on this being the 2nd to last part, but there was a lot to explain about how Connor gets from Part Two to DEH, so I kinda made this filler-ish chapter. There will most likely be two more parts. Sorry if it’s no good, I was really kind of lost on the drug part/how to put depression into words)

anonymous asked:

I absolutely adore your blog! If you don't mind, my birthday is coming up soon and was wondering if you could do team RWBY and JNPR celebrating their s/o birthday

Happy probably belated birthday bro!

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Ruby

  • She wants to go all out for her s/o’s birthday.
  • After all, it only comes around once a year and who wouldn’t want to celebrate this amazing person coming into the world!
  • She enlists any one she can convince to help her blow up balloons and hang streamers cuz they gonna party tonight,
  • She tries to bake a cake and it turns out okay, but she’s not the best baker so it’s really just from a boxed cake mix, not from scratch or anything.
  • Beyond the party, she wants to spend as much time as possible with them going out and making sure they have the best birthday ever!
  • She probably hand makes them a little gift.

Weiss

  • She considers planning some extravagant celebration, but after years of snobbish Atlas parties, she puts together something elegant but not to big.
  •  She’s not a fan of surprise parties so she has her s/o helping plan things out every step of the way.
  • It’s their day and she wants it to perfect for them.
  • If they don’t want a party, they at least have to let her take them to a nice restaurant and have an evening together.
  • Calls in the cake butler to make a lovely birthday cake.
  • She asks them directly what they want for their birthday, also orders a few extra, nice things.

Blake

  • She’s not big on planning parties.
  • If another friend threw a party for them, of course she’d go, but she’d prefer to be able to take her s/o out on a nice, quiet, relaxing date together.
  • I think Blake can cook, but only dinner stuff, not dessert.
  • So they find a nice local bakery and order a small cake to share.
  • She also asks what they want and maybe also gets an extra small thing she bought because she thought of them when she saw it.

Yang

  • She’d want to take her s/o out on the town for their birthday.
  • I feel like she would love surprise parties.
  • So she takes them out on a date for most of the day, having fun.
  • And then they get back to the dorms or wherever and are greeted by all their friends jumping out and confetti in their face.
  • I think Yang would actually be a pretty good baker.
  • She might burn a few things because she can be impatient and turns the heat up to much to cook it faster, or the opposite where she gets distracted and leaves it in to long.
  • But she takes special care with her s/o’s cake and actually makes it from scratch and it tastes good!
  • She buys them something totally a surprise that she’s certain they’ll love.

Jaune

  • He’s not a super suave/romantic guy nor is he really a party planner, so he’s pretty damn nervous about what to do for his s/o’s birthday.
  • He tries to ask all his friends for advice but nothing feels right.
  • Eventually, he just decides to ask his s/o, he tells them that he’ll spend the whole day doing whatever they want with them.
  • He probably has some cooking skills, but they play it safe and just buy one.
  • He gets them a modest gift but there is a lot of thought and feeling behind it.

Nora

  • Some how even more enthusiastic than even Ruby.
  • ‘Hell yeah! Hey everybody, it’s my s/o’s birthday! Say happy birthday to them!’
  • She makes them birthday pancakes with sprinkles in the morning.
  • She plans a small party with all their friends.
  • Even though it’s small, it’s an absolute blast and she’s just a ray of enthusiasm bouncing around.
  • When they’re alone, probably before the party, she also wants to maek a cake for them.
  • Except I theorize that the only thing she can really make is pancakes, but no matter what she makes a mess of the kitchen.
  • So with anything but pancakes it’s a disaster zone.
  • Still, she enlists the help of her s/o and they manage to make a cake (albeit a rather lopsided, not the most aesthetically pleasing cake, decent taste though, surprisingly) in etween throwing flower and other various ingredients at each other.
  • She either spends weeks debating over various things she’s think they’ll  like to get them, or buys a bunch of small things just as she goes until their birthday.

Pyrrha

  • She wants to do whatever her s/o wants to do on their special day.
  • If it was left up to her, they’d go on a nice date through the town, take a walk through the park, kinda cliche but she’s just so lovely and makes it so romantic and nice.
  • Maybe have a small meet up with friends at the end of the day to celebrate.
  • She’s also want to make a cake with her s/o, and needless to say it goes a lot smoother than with Nora.
  • She gets them one or two really thoughtful, meaningful gifts and is really bashful, like even though it’s definitely the perfect gift she’s really nervous if they’ll like it.
  • All around a sweet, relaxing birthday.

Ren

  • He prepares them a simple yet lovely breakfast in bed.
  • He plans a relaxing day tailored to what he knows about his s/o.
  • They spend some time at a cafe and maybe also have a small get together with friends to celebrate.
  • He surprises them with a delicious, beautiful little birthday cake he made all on his own that tastes divine.
  • The boy spends weeks and weeks thinking and debating about what the perfect gift for his s/o would be until he finally lands on one gift that suites their tastes and is probably also practical in some way.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Good luck with your blog, your writing so far is really good! It's exciting to have you around! I wanted to ask if you might have any ideas for a scenario where Ayato's s/o is having a bad time and he has to deal with it? I don't mind it not being super fluffy or anything (I kind of imagine he sucks at comfort, but that's me!), I'd just really love to hear what you think would be his reaction! Thank you very much!

Thank you so much! It means a lot to hear that because I was really nervous about starting this blog, haha! I did pre-:re Ayato, if you wanted :re Ayato you can definitely send in another request! 😄

Ayato was having a fairly nice day at first. None of his subordinates had bothered him and Tatara told him that he didn’t have another mission until next week.

‘At first’ were the key words of that sentence.

It was barely noon when one of his subordinates stumbled up to him, out of breath and slightly panicked.

Ayato glared at him, “What?” he hissed out, his hand curling into a fist.

The ghoul shifted nervously under his superior’s dark look, “Uh, there’s something wrong with s/o. They look like they’re about to kill someone so we decided to come get you.”

“And what exactly do you expect me to do about it?” Ayato demanded harshly, but followed the ghoul to where his s/o was.

“I dont know, we thought maybe you could talk to them, they went into their bedroom after one of the others asked them what was wrong…” 

Ayato scowled as he opened the door to his s/o’s bedroom and then slammed it in the ghoul’s face.

His eyes immediately fell on his s/o sitting on the floor with their back pressed against the wall. They were staring hard at the wall across from them, not even bothering to take notice of the other ghoul.

Ayato awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and took a few steps towards his s/o, “Uh, are you not… happy or something?”

“I’m fine.” They said and he nearly flinched at the tone, it wasn’t exactly angry, but it was nothing like the caring, almost motherly, tone they usually spoke to him with.

Warning bells shot off in Ayato’s head like sirens, nope, not okay, not okay at all. “Uh… are you sure…?”

“I said I’m fine, Ayato!” they said sharply, and Ayato’s eyes narrowed.

YOU ARE CLEARLY NOT OKAY, DAMNIT! I’M JUST TRYING TO-”

He cut himself off immediately as his partner recoiled and became even more upset than they were before. Their eyes darkened into a glare and focused on him.

Shit.

“Look, uh, I didn’t, um, mean that.” he stumbled over his words as his s/o’s deathly stare didn’t leave his face.

“I’m sure.”

Ayato cringed and moved to sit down next to them, it probably wasn’t a good idea to sit next to an angry ghoul (especially if that ghoul was his s/o) in hindsight, but in all honesty, when did he ever make good decisions?

Luckily, his s/o didn’t move to claw his eyes out when he sat down. He made sure he wasn’t touching his s/o, but was close enough so that he could easily reach out and touch them if he wanted.

They sat in silence for a moment, it wasn’t awkward and Ayato actually enjoyed the quiescence, even if his s/o was furious next to him.

To his surprise, they were the first to speak, “Sorry, Ayato… I know you were only trying to help… I’m just not in a good mood. ”

His response was immediate and unintentional: “I can tell.” he retorted sarcastically.

His s/o looked back over at him, and he winced again.

Thankfully, they just acted as if they didn’t hear him and resorted to moving closer to him. He stiffened slightly as they put their head on his shoulder, but after a moment he relaxed and leaned back against the wall.

He waited a minute or two to ask them another question.

“…. So are you going to tell me what was going on with you?” Ayato tried again, now curious more than anything.

His s/o shot him an annoyed look. “No.” they hissed.

They definitely weren’t going tell Ayato that the only reason they were in a bad mood was because he wasn’t paying attention to them.


Honestly, I think Ayato’s the type of guy that would end up angering or upsetting his s/o even more when they were in a bad mood.

anonymous asked:

Melly you hate liam now? It's just that you didn't say anything about Liam's performance yesterday and so many people are calling you out of being a solo Zayn now cause you don't say nothing about Liam and you only talk about Zayn, not that I think that but people are talking ;-;

The short answer is 

And now here’s the long answer (i’m so sorry im such a windbag), because I’m going to address this once and then put it in the vault.

I was at a bachelorette weekend because one of my best friends is getting married, and wasn’t active on Tumblr for the last few days up until today because I had way more important things to do like blow up inflatable decorative dicks and source out male strippers (#friendship). More importantly though, the entitlement that people seem to think they have about policing fandom discourse on here is kind of off the charts? Genuinely who the fuck are people to tell me what I can and cannot talk about or how I can be a fan? 

 I’ve been a fan of Loammy since 2012, and got up the courage to put my best boobs forward and join the fandom last year and actively shit post/cry/gif my heart out. I had always kind of identified myself as a Zayn/Liam blog, someone who supported both of them (really all five dudes, but those were my two faves) and was excited for them, and after seeing the way that Liam’s promo has gone down over the last month and a half, I’ve occupied this weird space where I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. The thing is, Loammy is a grown man who’s making decisions for himself and living out what he thinks he needs to do for his career. I get that, I really do - its his life, his decisions, and ultimately what some hoe with a tiny tumblr thinks (that’s me if you were wondering) doesn’t matter. 

 I don’t at all think Liam has some nefarious intentions in his heart - I don’t believe that’s his nature and I never have. With that though, Liam’s comments about Zayn didn’t and don’t sit right with me (and people need to stop with the “narrative” shit and start assigning agency to these dudes’ adult decisions), his promo hasn’t sat right with me, and being part of that section of the fandom has been frankly nahhhht fun these last few weeks.

 When I was blogging about Liam, people were saying I wasn’t doing enough or talking in a way that folks thought was appropriate to their standards. I got attacked last week and accused of trying to sabotage him (lol as if my tiny blog is capable of that) over  a post where I literally didn’t say anything resembling that (and man was that an eye opening experience, when people have an opinion about something you wrote, but they didn’t actually read what you wrote, so instead it’s what they projected that you said ). Tumblr is supposed to be a fun space, and instead, over the last few weeks every time I thought about wanting to talk about Liam, I got told that (the same group) of people were talking shit, so what used to be something that made me happy, became something where I full body clenched and thought “am I gonna get shit for this?” - it actively removed the joy for me. 

 I know some folks love to throw down the words “fake” when you don’t agree with or like something your fave does. Wanting your fave to do better isn’t being a fake fan, and not agreeing with the things they do doesn’t negate the years of support or love you’ve shown.

Donate to help make some dreams come true after hardship?

So, normally when I ask for possible donations, commissions, etc. its for a bad financial or life threatening emergency.

Well, the emergency this time already happened and now we’re just trying to recover and enjoy plans we’d already set up for this week into the next.

We had to move twice this month, which hit us really hard when we already didn’t have much. We moved into a dangerous and infested home the first time around but thankfully were able to get out of the lease and moved into a better place within less than two weeks. Of course, despite getting that money back, that doesn’t compensate us for the costs of the two moving trucks, the cancellation/transfer/startup costs of utilities twice over, the days we had to take off work to make the moves happen, or the extra costs involved with trying to treat our home and cats for the infestation at both places (there were huge amounts of not only roaches but fleas in the first place, the second has roaches but nowhere near as many) as well as general set up for a new place.

((By the way, if anyone wants to move into a heavily infested home in a more crime heavy area with holes in the windows, a front door lock thats broken, creepy neighbors, and no cell service if you ever do get in trouble and need to call anyone, they listed it back up on their site before we even gave back the keys, so be my guest.))

I’m not salty. No. Why would I have any reason to be salty?

While those financial woes are already enough of a problem, Dragon Con is in the same month as all of this. We originally weren’t going to go this year due to financial stress but then not only did a celebrity whom my girlfriend idolizes announce going but one who literally saved my life also did. One of my biggest dreams is to meet him and thank him for giving me the will to live during a time I had lost all of that will and I honestly thought I might never get the chance to do that. But here it is and I can’t let it slip away from me.

We decided we had to go then and bought our tickets with our tax returns back in January and have been gathering bits of our costumes and such over time since then. Outside of those last minute adjustments, our costumes are bought, the car has been serviced to be safe for the trip, and we have most of our supplies for the trip itself. However, now we don’t have money for pretty much anything at the con itself. I ended up having to buy our photo ops on credit with a card I had specifically gotten to try and reduce the interest I was already paying (it has 0% APR on balance transfers for over a year). I was planning to transfer some of my current debt over to save on interest and help us get out of debt sooner and now I’m having to use it to pay for the entire primary reason we’re going to the con as well as the food, gas, lyft/uber rides, etc that we’ll need to pay for while there. Basically, the extra move has entirely fucked up my plan for getting our debt more under control and is really mucking up our plans for the one event we decided to reward ourselves with after this shit year.

Anyway, I wanted to be upfront with you guys that if you donate (and/or contribute to my art by buying commissions or supporting me on Patreon) that the funds right now will likely go to the con first and the debt second. I don’t want anyone to feel deceived if you decide to donate and then suddenly see con photos soon after.

There will also be some other really huge events going on during this so some extra cushioning to help out would be greatly appreciated.

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somebodylost-chan  asked:

Though it leans on fighting, there's some general stuff on this blog, so: how do you write babies? They don't have much of a character, and they seem to be written as motivations most of the time. Thanks!

It was 2am, when Shelly Loggerson heard the wail. It came around like clockwork, each and every night. So regular now that a decent night’s sleep seemed a distant dream, the kind of good fortune you saw on television or read about in magazines but never expected to actually experience. Like her husband Rod turning up with champagne, a dozen red roses, and a rented yacht ready for a week’s cruise to the Cayman Islands or something. The Hollywood romantic comedy crap all women in her book club sighed over, still fluttering on about Ryan Gosling in The Notebook. None of them cared much for Nicholas Sparks, too many unhappy endings. The same would happen to them if John, their new baby never figured out how to sleep through the night. They’d get a Nicholas Sparks unhappy ending too.

Shelly waited patiently for the second wail, the final indicator that her son would need extra help getting to sleep tonight. It too arrived like clockwork, roaring through the baby monitor.

She inched across the bed as her husband groaned. “I’ll get him.”

“No,” Rod grumbled, patting her arm. “Book says we’re supposed to wait fifteen minutes, see if he can get back to sleep on his own.”

Another scream shook the monitor, filling their bedroom with the red light. Shelly winced. “What if he wet himself?”

“Do you think he did?”

“I don’t know!” She sniffed, her voice came out a little more ragged and pitched higher than she meant. “It could be just another… he could be lonely! Something might be wrong!”

Rod sighed. Turning his head toward the monitor, he was right on time for another wail. “Doesn’t sound like his ‘Made A Poopy’ scream. Sounds like ‘I want Mommy’.”

“See!” Shelly wiggled across the bed. “See! He needs me!” She was halfway to standing when Rod pounced.

“No,” he said quickly, his weight pressing down on her. “No, need is a decent night’s sleep.”

She opened her mouth to argue.

“Which we’ll get if he goes back to bed on his own. He wants Mommy, want isn’t the same as need.” He kissed her cheek. “Wait fifteen minutes, huh? You can check him after he’s gone back to sleep. He’ll never know then.”

“Fine.”

Shelly hunkered down as another wail rolled through the monitor. Her eyes flicked restlessly to the clock on her bedside table. A round furry critter with slit cat eyes and a wagging tail in the circle ticking down the seconds. She inhaled deeply. It was going to be another long night.

Babies.

The most important thing to remember is babies aren’t a happy ending. They’re messy, and they take up all your time. They’re little people who can’t communicate yet and are figuring out things like bodily functions and they need you, yes, you all the time.

The best advice I have for writing babies is (if you have no access to actual baby) to buy a parenting book, probably a couple of parenting books. Get one from the library if you must. The trick with writing anything is to learn as much on the subject as you can. If you know nothing about babies, then learn about babies. Which starts with, you know, understanding that they’re messy and that you may end the week with no shirt that isn’t covered in spit up or vomit.

The problem with writing children is that most writers either make them too dumb or too wise, and they don’t feel much like kids. A baby tends to end up a prop or a motivation like you said. However, a baby is a little person trying to figure out how to person and can’t communicate with you because they haven’t reached that stage yet.

Babies are messy.

Bodily functions. So many bodily functions, so many smells, so much cuteness wrapped up in shrill shrieks and the ability to ruin your favorite shirt utterly by accident because you can’t tell if it was intentional or not. Did you know that babies have personalities and that babies tell jokes? They do. Their version of a joke may be a gas passing, a poopy diaper, or an imitating wink or face of the person closest to them but they do. Baby should be interacting with their environment and the people around them.

Heck, you may not have lived until you’ve gotten sprayed down with pee.

Baby is not just an ambulatory prop. Baby is the ambulatory prop following the butterfly and careening off toward the cliff’s edge when you, their responsible caretaker, are not looking.

Babies are trouble.

You don’t know what’s wrong, you just know something is. Or maybe it isn’t. Maybe they just have gas. How can you know?

Babies are inconvenient.

You can go adventuring with Baby, but it will be a harrowing experience. You want to go digging through a three thousand year old tomb with an infant who touches everything, drools, and will probably pick up some disease because they stuck their dirty, dust covered fist into their mouth.

Comedies love the single parent with baby stories where the hot guy finally comes over and they’re ready to finally have sexy time after their wardrobe has been totally ruined. They lean in for a kiss and BABY SCREAMS!!!!!! Monitor goes off. Kiss ruined.

Be careful of the kinds of stories you want to tell with Baby, because Baby can take up a fairly large portion of it despite their inability to talk except in garbles, screams, smiles, and blinks. They are a constant responsibility, a thankless task, except for those smiles, blinks, cuddles, first steps, and saying ‘mama’ or ‘papa’. Those emotional rewards balance out the misery.

Babies aren’t easy.

It’s okay if your characters sometimes want to kill Baby. That’s a pretty honest reaction, actually. There are a great many joys to parenthood for some, but everyone has their 5AM moment where they’ve gone a week without sleep and just want to scream into the water closet or sob it out in the shower.

How to write babies:

1) Decide the purpose the baby serves in the story.

Most people use babies as props, they use kids as props too. Children are there as a means to express something about a character, not because they are characters in their own right. Baby is going to be less of a character than other characters BUT Baby is figuring out their personality. What is Baby’s personality? Baby doesn’t know how to be good or bad. What makes Baby cry?

2) Start thinking from the perspective of a parent, but also of Baby. Treat Baby like an individual.

I just said above that Baby is a character, but let me reiterate: Baby is a character. They are not a Goodness Test. A character’s worth is not defined by Baby. Baby is not an evil detection meter. Baby isn’t going to figure out who the villain is by crying. That isn’t how babies work.

3) Characters, even the parents, may struggle with Baby’s importance in their lives.

That’s normal, natural, and trying to figure out boundaries is the actions of a good parent. Caring for yourself also helps care for Baby, everything doesn’t go on hold because Baby is here. Characters need to work out their relationships, responsibilities, and that includes the nastier sides like jealousy. Trying to pretend that everything is perfect is what will sink your story and make Baby seem false. Your character being a perfect parent who never makes stupid decisions, who is 100% always ready and on call, never feels anything negative, is the one who seems inhuman. These people exist, I’m sure, but they’re not the norm.

Don’t be afraid to let the humanity in.

4) Think seriously about whether you actually want a baby in your story.

Why do you want Baby?

Really.

Do you honestly want to tell a story about a baby?

The question shouldn’t scare you or act as a reason not to write your baby. It’s just an honest question, Baby is a character, they need an arc. They aren’t just a prop. Maybe they provide other characters with motivations, but they’re characters themselves.

5) Spend some time with babies.

Whether it’s watching videos with parents and their kids on YouTube if you have no babies in your life, reading books on parenting or babies for dummies or something, read up not just on raising children but the different life stages. Babies grow up quick, figuring out the different ways they change as they develop is important to characterizing them.

Babies are important and real, and little people. They’re people that’ll be with your characters for the rest of their lives. Figuring out that balance, stripping out the whole morality play before adding it back in will help a lot toward getting to the meat of the character dynamics.

Are your characters happy about Baby? 

Do they want Baby? Why did they want Baby?

It’s a huge commitment in time, love, and care. Cuddling the baby to sleep can be a great character moment, especially if it leads to character growth.

Those are my two cents anyway.

Chime in down in the comments if you’ve got any other ideas!

-Michi

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