i feel like i should be apologising

2

Keiynan Lonsdale, who stars in The Flash on The CW, came out as liking girls and guys in a lovely Instagram post a few days ago. He wrote:

I like to change my hair, I like to take risks with how I dress, I like girls, & I like guys (yes), I like growing, I like learning, I like who I am and I really like who I’m becoming. Spent way too many years hating myself, thinking I was less valuable because I was different.. which is just untrue. A couple years ago I was able to accept myself, & it saved my life, but now I’ve gotten to a new road block & I feel kind of lost. I gotta take the next step & actually embrace who I am, which is pretty exciting. Not faking shit anymore, not apologising for falling in love with people no matter their gender. I’ve become bored of being insecure, ashamed, scared… no one should feel like that about themselves, especially when there is so much good life to live. Ya know more & more I see so many young people being their best / truest selves, it’s fucking inspiring… so what have I been waiting for!? Who knows. Everyone in their own time. I hope we can all learn to embrace who we are & not judge people who aren’t exactly the same as us. The truth is we are all family, we’re all one. Just love. Keiy. ❤

Welcome to the family, Keiy. ❤ (via the Huffington Post)

First words [One-shot]

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE YOU READ!

First!

This little one-shot was inspired on two things:

-My relationship with my sister

-The manga “Shugo Chara”. For those who know the manga, it’s based from the chapter when the guardians go to Yaya’s house.

Second!

I tried to adjust Blueprint’s story to PaperJam’s story. So, since (according to his description) he lived with Ink until a certain age, he met Blueprint before the others. I also tried to make him the most canonically possible, but adjusting his personality to the story.

Third!

As you may know, English is not my first language. I deeply apologise if there are any Errors in the story. I checked it lots of times and hope there’s not a single Error ovo

 

DISCLAIMER:

*Ink!Sans belongs to @comyet

*PaperJam/PJ belongs to @7goodangel (I’m sorry if I didn’t make PJ’s personality too well. I tried to stick the “a jerk on the outside but a big child inside” part and this was what I got. Sorry ;u;)

Secondary characters

*Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub

*Moku belongs to  @6agentgg9

*Palette belongs to  @angexci 

And last, but not least

*Blueprint belongs to, well, me! 

Hope you guys like it!

****************

This will be narrated from PaperJam’s perspective.

 

I never was good with new people. And I wasn’t very happy when you came.


One day, Ink just came “home” with a baby, claiming that it was my “new brother”. I didn’t understand what was he saying with that, and then he showed you to me, my new little brother.

I wasn’t happy with this. I didn’t want a brother. I mean, Ink couldn’t even take care of me, why would he want to have another one? To let them here alone and forgotten with me? Wow, good plan, dad. However, he told me that you only would be staying with us for a day so I could get to know you, since bonding with brothers was very important and blah blah blah…

We spend a few hours talking about you and how you came to life. Apparently, you were just an accident, but not a bad one. And since he created you, you were my brother. Well, step-brother, because Blueberry was the other one that created you. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous… you were going to have caring parents and a better life than mine. What if Ink actually forgot entirely about me?

Yeah, the idea of having a brother was becoming less and less “exciting” to me.

But then, just before I started to think more things like that (which I thought was very rare for me), Ink suddenly had to go (I wasn’t surprised, with his work of protecting AUs and all; he barely had time to be here), cutting our conversation just when I actually started to enjoy it. Ink stood from the sofa and was about to open a portal when he realised something important:

Who was going to take care of you?

He told me that Blueberry and… Honey… I think, were with the other versions of them and he couldn’t take you to wherever they were. So, he had only one option… that I didn’t like, at all.


Why I had to take care of you?! I didn’t ask him for a brother and I didn’t know how to take care of a baby. I was five years old! I was starting to learn how to write and read! I remember arguing with him for a while, until I had to accept.

But not without asking something in return, of course.

In the end, he went to do whatever he needed and I was left alone with you. An awkward atmosphere formed where we were, since you found my face very interesting and kept your eyes on me for a really long time. I tried my best to ignore you, but you were too much persisting and even threw me some mini bones at me to gain my attention.

What a smart baby, huh? Well, we were magic skeleton monsters after all. But it was becoming annoying.

“What do you want?” I asked you and you only looked at me and babbled something. I instantly felt stupid, remembering that Ink told me you haven’t said your first word yet. how would you even tell me what you needed? You kept looking at me and then, surprisingly, your stomach made a noise.

Right… now I had to feed you.

Making something for you was horrible. I mean, we were in the Anti-Void and only had some snacks since we didn’t really need to eat, but being you a recently made creation, obviously needed to consume something, even if you had your HP full. Eventually, I found some milk and gave it to you, ending getting milk on my face and shirt because you apparently didn’t know how to drink it.

That was enough for me.

Usually, I’m not a person that gets mad easily. However, I did get mad that time. I stood abruptly from my seat and went to clean my face, leaving you alone on the sofa. Ink told me to not leave you, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be alone and so I did. I went to my bedroom (well, it’s not a real bedroom… just a bed that Ink made for me) and stayed here for a few hours. Maybe three or four…

It wasn’t until I heard a soft sound that I didn’t get up from my bed. And when I did, I instantly paled: You were lying on the floor crying softly. Your soft cries barely reaching my non-existent ears. And it wasn’t the worst. No, no.

You were blushing and sweating a lot. Were you sick? In that moment I didn’t know.

Quickly, I went to your side and picked you up, checking if you had hurt yourself from the fall. Luckily you didn’t have any bruises, but your skull was very hot. Now you were sick? And I was alone.

Great!

How you could get sick so easily and fast? I didn’t understand that at all! Was that the real reason of why Ink brought you here? So he could watch over you while Blueberry and Honey were busy? If that was the reason, he was very irresponsibly by leaving you with me: a child, taking care of another child!

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t use magic to help you, I couldn’t ask Ink for help, I couldn’t open a portal and find Blueberry… I couldn’t do anything. And I was scared.

What if something happened? What if you started to feel worse? What if…

What if you died?

Those thoughts were swirling in my head, making me fell worst and worst. I didn’t want you to die.

Come on! You had a great life ahead! You would have a caring family and friends and maybe… maybe we would have been friends! I should have watched you. Maybe if I haven’t left you alone…

I couldn’t help to feel guilty, even knowing that it wasn’t my fault that got sick. In that moment, I didn´t cared about anything, just you.

It was in that moment when Ink decided that he should go home, and so he did. He came to the Anti-Void and found me on the sofa, hugging you like it was the last time I’d see you and honestly, that’s what I thought. He rushed to my side, worryingly asking what was wrong. I wasted no time and explained him what happened, apologising for being a bad brother and almost crying

Almost, ok?

What I wasn’t expecting was that Ink just took you and, with a quick spell, healed you. I mean, I knew magic were fast and efficient but, that was just too fast. When I asked him why, he explained that you were having some problems with your soul.

You see, brother (and also you, reader), Ink told me you were created without a soul, since you were just a magic drawing. So, he made an artificial one for you with the same paint he used to create you. Apparently, he didn’t want you to become like some “evil flower”.

Your soul was like your eyes: a blue diamond. And that soul was filled with Prussian blue paint that could give you the emotions you needed. It seemed like your body wasn’t used to having it yet and would make you sick from time to time. I didn’t quite understand that, but I was relieved when he said you would be fine.

The rest of the day was peaceful. Ink and I talked about random things while you slept. It was… nice, being with them like we were a family. That’s what we are, right? Yeah, right.

Eventually it was time to bring you back home. Ink said that you won’t be coming anytime soon because he wanted to protect you from dangerous people (aka, Error). It kind of made me sad, not being able to talk you again for a long time, but… it had to be done, hadn’t it? Ink made a portal back to Underswap and gave me time to say goodbye to you. After that, he started to walk to the portal, stopping when you started to squirm under his grasp.

Curious, I walked to the portal. You immediately looked at me and gave me a huge simile, saying (or trying to say) something that made us look at you in surprise:

My name. Yes, my name!

It was kind of babbled and wasn’t my full name but… It was your very first word. And it wasn’t “dad” or “mom”… no, it was “PJ”

You didn’t have idea of how happy you made me that day. The day when I found you, disliked you and then liked you and accepted the idea that we were brothers. And, in the bottom of my soul, I hoped to see you again.

Maybe having a little brother wouldn’t be that bad, right?

————————————–


I hope you liked it! It was an idea I had for while uvu and really needed to make it. We now know more about Print and PJ’s relationship. I won’t say PJ likes him because he’s not my character and don’t want to say incorrect things (since he isn’t one to make friends). So, I only will say that Blueprint’s first words made him very happy.

I’m sorry if it looks rushed, but this isn’t a story. It just PaperJam talking with Blueprint and telling him the story (with some people spying on them(?))

popsugar.com
The Flash's Keiynan Lonsdale Comes Out as Bisexual in a Post That Will Move You to Tears
Keiynan Lonsdale penned a very personal message on Instagram
By Monica Sisavat

“Spent way too many years hating myself, thinking I was less valuable because I was different.. which is just untrue. 

 A couple years ago I was able to accept myself, & it saved my life, but now I’ve gotten to a new road block & I feel kind of lost. I gotta take the next step & actually embrace who I am, which is pretty exciting. Not faking sh*t anymore, not apologising for falling in love with people no matter their gender. I’ve become bored of being insecure, ashamed, scared… no one should feel like that about themselves, especially when there is so much good life to live.

Ya know more & more I see so many young people being their best / truest selves, it’s f*cking inspiring… so what have I been waiting for!? Who knows. Everyone in their own time. I hope we can all learn to embrace who we are & not judge people who aren’t exactly the same as us.”

Beautiful. Congrats, Keiynan!

anonymous asked:

one word prompt for Reddie — jealousy


hey anon-friend! ty for the prompt! here it is, some fluffy nonsense for you. it’s about lying in a bed and feeling safe and.. only a little bit about jealousy tbh but. i hope you like it! i don’t really mention ages here but they’re about 17. also icr if you can do read mores on mobile? but there’s a cut at some point cos i dont like long text posts. ty for reading! send me a one word prompt if you like! for any of the losers i love them all. (other reddie here and here)


Eddie’s pretty sure that Richie’s bed is the most comfortable place in the world. It’s a nest of blankets and pillows and Eddie would never actually sleep in it, because he’d probably get trapped under a pillow and then suffocate and die, but it’s a good place to escape to, when his mother’s at her worst. Like today, she’s screaming and he’s feeling tired and sick and strange so he goes over to Richie’s, and he ignores the voice at the back of his mind that’s telling him that this isn’t really the kind of shit you do with a friend, use his bed for comfort, his room for comfort, him for comfort, because most of the time he doesn’t actually care. Because he needs it. He needs to feel safe.

So he throws himself, face first, onto Richie’s bed, crawling up to the top, grabbing two of his pillows and holding them over his head, nuzzling his face into the soft. It muffles Richie’s voice and the bright sun through the windows and the sound of the wind outside. He feels the bed move near his butt, Richie joining him, and then a loss of pressure as he steals one of the pillows.

“Wanna talk about it, Eddie baby?” He hears him ask, like he’s speaking through a dream. He’s been calling him that a lot lately, Eddie baby, and he’s not sure how he feels about it. It’s somehow both better and worse than all the other nicknames.

“She thinks I’m dating someone,” says Eddie, muffled against the sheets. “Or fucking them I guess, whatever, she’s been leaving pamphlets about like… gonorrhea and syphilis all over the house and talking about how it rots your brain and makes you crazy and how dirty all the girls on my street are and it’s driving me crazy. Am I supposed to just listen to that? I feel like I should take Georgia Nichols across the road a… a fruit basket or some shit, you know? To apologise.”

Are you dating someone?”

“Wow, totally not the point, Richie.” Eddie struggles out from under his pillow, throws it at Richie who looks deceptively innocent, who laughs when the pillow knocks his glasses sideways. Eddie misses the softness immediately, steals the one Richie stole off him, turns away to bury his face in it again.

“Just come live with me and my totally normal family,” says Richie. Eddie can only see grey but he can feel Richie moving again, jostling up against his legs. When he settles he’s closer, Eddie can feel the warmth of his body somewhere near his hips. He takes the pillow off his face for a moment, squints behind him. Richie is leaning against the wall, legs bridging Eddie’s butt. Eddie hides himself in the pillow again. “It’ll be cute, like camp, we can steal my mum’s vodka and do shots around a fire.”

“Only if I get to have your bed,” says Eddie.

“Obviously we’ll top and tail,” says Richie, scornfully. He tickles Eddie’s foot and Eddie kicks out, is immediately satisfied when he connects with some part of Richie’s body, making him squeak. “Okay, asshole, you’re sleeping on the floor,” says Richie. “I think you broke my hand.”

“I think you broke your hand against my foot.”

“Hey turn around, I don’t like talking to you when I can’t see your face.”

Eddie does as he’s asked, casting the pillow aside and sitting up, gathering blankets around him instead. It’s not that he’s cold, not exactly, it’s just that there’s something about Richie’s bed that makes him feel safer, more solid in his body, like he gets strength from the weave of the fabric. Plus, it smells nice. Like sun-warmed cotton, like something sweet but not too sweet, sugar and lemons.

Richie smiles at him, nose wrinkled and hair wild, and that makes Eddie feel safer too.

Keep reading

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Five

Summary: You come back to set after your time with the Padaleckis, and things are strained when your working patterns clash with Jared. Things go downhill when you start to feel sick on set.
Words: 3.1k
Jared x Reader, (mentioned Jared x Reader x Gen), Misha, Jensen
Warnings: angst central, nausea 
Betas: my girls @ruined-by-destiel and @blacksiren
Catch up with the series masterlist

Your name: submit What is this?

The rest of your time in Austin was more of the same.

Most of the days were spent with the Ackles’ - Jared and Jensen weren’t lying when they said they spent most of their downtime together - pictures being snapped by Danneel and Genevieve at random intervals.

The nights were spent wrapped up in Jared and Gen, having the best sex of your life.

Keep reading

ocfi-love  asked:

Do you ever feel despair at work just because of your colour? Are you constantly under pressure to prove your worth? And do you feel like a brand endorsement of the organisation you work for when they say "first African American space station crew member"? I understand it could also be a matter of pride for you. Why should origins be used as a leverage for the image of the company? In fact, why should it matter at all? I apologise if these questions are inappropriate. I'm not yet an adult.

Since I have no problems with who I am, I never feel despaired. If other people have a problem, then that’s their problem. I will never take on anyone else’s problem. I do the same work as my colleagues, and I don’t accept less.

Alarm Bells Ringing / Jeff Atkins

Words: 1391
Masterlist
Request
Clarifications 

The moment Jeff saw you making your way down the hall towards him, he knew something was wrong. He noticed straight away that the smile you offered him just before you reached him was not genuine. Though he became more concerned with you when you greeted him with a kiss.

You had been dating for almost six months and never had you once initiated a kiss so publicly-you much preferred to keep your relationship private. You were shy and hated attention, you even tended to shift away from your boyfriend when he tried to hold your hand around others so this abrupt change in behaviour definitely took him off guard. 

He froze as your lips met his.

It only lasted a few seconds and when you pulled away you couldn’t stop the small giggle that left you as you took in his expression. 

“You okay there?” you asked, amusement filling your features. 

Keep reading

keiynanlonsdale I like to change my hair, I like to take risks with how I dress, I like girls, & I like guys (yes), I like growing, I like learning, I like who I am and I really like who I’m becoming. Spent way too many years hating myself, thinking I was less valuable because I was different.. which is just untrue. A couple years ago I was able to accept myself, & it saved my life, but now I’ve gotten to a new road block & I feel kind of lost. I gotta take the next step & actually embrace who I am, which is pretty exciting. Not faking shit anymore, not apologising for falling in love with people no matter their gender. I’ve become bored of being insecure, ashamed, scared… no one should feel like that about themselves, especially when there is so much good life to live. Ya know more & more I see so many young people being their best / truest selves, it’s fucking inspiring… so what have I been waiting for!? Who knows. Everyone in their own time. I hope we can all learn to embrace who we are & not judge people who aren’t exactly the same as us. The truth is we are all family, we’re all one. Just love. Keiy. ❤

Oh my god I am actually crying. EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO FUCKING FAST. I NEED TO PROCESS THIS OMG. OKAY SO FIRST LET’S TALK ABOUT EMMA IN NEVERLAND. SHE NEARLY FELL OVER BUT SHE’S LIKE “NOPE MY HUSBAND NEEDS ME” AND EVERYONE’S LIKE “WTF” AND SHE’S JUST SAYS “KILLIAN?!” AND THEN SHE FUCKING SHOVES THAT LOST BOY

LIKE NO ONE’S KEEPING HER FROM HER TRUE LOVE AND IN THE BACKGROUND KILLIAN AND TIGER LILY AND FIGHTING THE OTHER BOYS. I MEAN WHO NEEDS SWORDS WHEN YOU’VE GOT HANDS RIGHT?!?! AND THEN THEY OVERPOWER THE LOST BOYS (APPARENTLY 3 VS 20 AND THE 3 WIN) AND THEY COME BACK TO STORYBROOKE IN LIKE TWO MINUTES. IT’S LITERALLY IN-AND-OUT.

SHE’S ALL WORRIED FOR KILLIAN’S WELLBEING AND GIVES BACK THE HOOK AND EVERYTHING AND I’M STILL REELING FROM HOW QUICKLY THAT HAPPENED LIKE IT FEELS LIKE A FUCKING DREAM I CAN’T

AND THEN HE APOLOGISES FOR EVERYTHING AND IS ALL “I SHOULD HAVE NEVER EVEN CONSIDERED RUNNING AWAY” THAT SPEECH OMG IT WAS WHAT I WANTED FOR AGES AND EMMA’S REACTION LIKE “IT’S FINE I FORGIVE YOU I DIDN’T REALLY GIVE YOU TIME TO TALK” AND I WAS LIKE YASS

AND THEN SHE’S LIKE WE GOTTA PATCH YOU UP AND HE’S LIKE “W8 I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING” AND YOU SEE HER APPREHENSION LIKE “WHAT’S GOING ON WITH THIS GUY HE’S HURT AND HE’S PUTTING OFF GETTING BETTER KILLIAN R U OK”

AND THEN

AND FUCKING THEN

HE PULLS OUT THE FUCKING GODDAMN RING, MAKING ME SCREAM LIKE A FUCKING PTERADACTYL AND REGINA AND HENRY ARE MY SPIRIT ANIMALS IN THIS SCENE, NOT WANTING TO BE A THIRD WHEEL

AND THEN THE FUCKING SPEECH THAT WE WERE ALL CHEATED OUT OF IN THE FIRST ENGAGEMENT HAPPENS. YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT. THE ROMANTIC SPEECH THAT HAPPENS BEFORE EVERY FUCKING ENGAGEMENT THAT NEEDS TO BE PLANNED AND BEAUTIFUL AND I WAS SCREAMING AND CRYING JUST LIKE EMMA

LOOK AT HOW SHE LOOKS AT HIM THIS IS THE LOOK OF TRUE LOVE PEOPLE PASS IT ON. THIS IS THE LOOK OF HAPPINESS AND I CAN’T EVEN. AND KILLIAN IS LIKE “I WILL ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE NO MATTER WHAT” AND I WAS FUCKING BAWLING AT THIS POINT BECAUSE THIS RIGHT HERE IS MY OTP 

AND THEN HE GETS DOWN ON ONE KNEE AND IS LIKE “WILL YOU MARRY ME” AND AT THIS POINT I’M BASICALLY A HOT MESS

AND THEN THE YES HAPPENS

AND YOU SEE THE LITTLE LAUGH OF RELIEF/PURE HAPPINESS THAT HE DOES WHEN SHE SAYS YES AND HER SMILE IS SO WIDE AND BEAUTIFUL AND OML THIS SCENE IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED.

I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW I NEEDED THIS EXACT SCENE UNTIL IT HAPPENED. AND I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED IT TO HAPPEN IN THIS WAY. THE ANGST IS OVER; THE TRUE LOVE IS BACK; AND CAPTAIN SWAN IS FUCKING ENGAGED WITH TRULY NO WALLS, NO SECRETS THIS TIME AND I CAN’T I’M GOING TO PASS OUT FROM THIS

THIS IS MY OTP. MY FUCKING OTP OVERCOMING THE ODDS AGAIN AND AGAIN. MY OTP GETTING A FUCKING WEDDING AT THE END OF THE SEASON AND MY OTP BEING FUCKING BRILLIANT IN GENERAL IT PAINS ME HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM GUYS I CAN’T.

I need to lie down for a while. 

anonymous asked:

Isak getting so drunk at kollektivet party that he stands on a table and starts telling everyone how amazing of a person he thinks Sana is.

I know I just got this one and I should do my other prompts first…buuuuut this made me smile so much and I can see it so clearly, I just have to do this now. <3 


“Okay baby I think you’ve had enough” Even says as he takes the beer Isak just found out of his hand with a smile. 

“heeeeeyy handsome” Isak drawled a slow smile forming on his lips as he wrapped a hand lazily across Even’s chest and stumbled into him. 

Even caught him against his side and brushed his hand through his boyfriends golden curls. “oh angel you are so wasted.” 

Isak giggled “no i’m not you are. you are wasted and hot grrrrrrrr” Isak winked as he attempted to growl at the hottie holding him up. 

Even couldn’t control his laughter. he pulled Isak closer and smiled as he watched the man of his life, try to blow imaginary bubbles in the air. 

“wow you are such a flirty drunk.” 

“wanna get out of here? woof” 

Even grinned shaking his head “now you’re just making random animal noises.” 

“I bet you’re an animal” Isak snapped his teeth together like a predator, before nearly falling on the ground when Even doubled over in half laughing his head off. 

“i’m sorry baby, you’re just so damn cute when you get like this.” he choked through the laughter 

Isak pouted “like whaaat” 

fortunately before Even had to form an answer, Isak’s eyes grew wide in excitement as he bounced on the heels of his feet whacking Even’s shoulder. 

“SANA!” he shouted staring over Even’s shoulder. Even turned around to see Sana approach them with an amused smile painted on her lips. 

“halla Isabel how you doing?” she asked, holding in a laughter at Isak’s state. 

“Oh Sana, you are so fucking great you know that?” Sana looked up at Even in surprise. 

Even nodded “he’s a little…” 

“heeeey have you met my biology partner and friend???” Isak asked the lamp next to him. 

Sana raised her eyebrows. 

“okay so maybe a little is an understatement.” 

“you think?” Sana smiled, watching Isak try to high five the lamp and pouting when he didn’t high five back. 

“he is a sweet drunk though” 

“yeah” Even smiled lovingly, at the goofball hugging the lamp and apologising for hurting it’s feelings. 

“I should get him home” Even said walking over to pull Isak away from the lamp. 

“baby lets go home.” 

“nei I have things to do first” 

Even raised his eyebrows “like what?” 

“announcement” 

Even shook his head laughing “maybe another time baby. Just wait here I need to get your coat so your nice and warm when we leave okay?” 

Isak nodded right before Even kissed his cheek and turned around for Noora’s room where they dumped their coats. 

When Even got back in the party, he couldn’t find Isak where he left him. 

“Jonas!” he shouted when he saw the brows bobbing up and down in the crowd. “have you seen Isak?”

“I thought he was with you” he said. 

Even turned around, weaving his fingers through his hair. He was about to call his cell when he heard Noora shout 

“not on the furniture!” 

he looked up and right there standing on the coffee table in the middle of a party was his golden haired boyfriend.

Even was there in a flash “baby” he tugged on Isak’s pant leg “get down from there before you hurt yourself” 

Isak ignored him “Listen…” he said softly, before gulping and waving his hands in the air. “LISTEN I have somhting to say - that girl” he points straight at Sana who is standing in the back enjoying the performance. “is fucking amazing. She - she is smart, and nice and oh OH and if it weren’t for her and weed I wouldn’t have gone to kossegruppa and met my fucking BOYFRIEND. that’s right. I-” 

he stumbled slightly which made Even cringe and walk closer, ready to catch his boy if he had to. 

“I LOVE SANA BAKKOUSH, and anyone anyone who tries to hurt her-” he waved his hand in the air dramatically “goes through me. yep that’s right grrrrr” 

at that Even grabbed ahold of Isak and pulled him down. 

“I wasn’t finish” he said grumpily. 

“I know baby, you can tell me the rest on the way home.” 

Isak smiled happily “You wanna hear my speech.” 

Even pulled his face towards his “always my love.” he kissed him lightly, before wrapping Isak up in his jacket. 

“now let me take you home and make you something to eat.” 

Isak grinned “hey do you wanna marry me?” he said as Even walked him out the door. 

Even laughed loudly “oh baby you ask me that every time I make you food when you’re drunk.”  

Isak’s arms held tightly onto Even’s torso, his head resting against his chest as they walked into the night together “you so wanna marry me. Grrrrr” 

Even’s warm chuckle echoed out into the night. “always my little lion” 

Isak’s nose winkled “did you know Magnus says he has a lion cock?” 

Even looked up at the sky and squinted his eyes “well now that petname is ruined.” 

anonymous asked:

what did you like about the new ducktales episode in particular? is gladstone everything you hoped for?

EVERYTHING uh aahaha wow um no really like, a lot of things- but particularly that they didn’t just make Gladstone into a jerk. You can get the feeling that he really does love his family, wants to be liked by them, and isn’t doing things to antagonise Donald on purpose per say- it’s just how his life and his luck works, and he doesn’t feel the need to apologise for that. I’m really excited to see where they go with him from now- and I know they played it for laughs but that little shot of him at the end, looking so small and isolated and contemplating whether he should go and look into the meaning of his life properly? I think even just that little acknowledgement of potential complexity was a really great touch.

ALSO EVIL DEMON CARD BASED GAME HELL

ALSO LOUIE AND GLADSTONE FRIENDSHIP 

ALSO AAAAAAAA

BTS react to you waiting till marriage ...

A/N: Hey cutie, i attempted to make the ending as fluffy as i could and as you could tell, this post specifically is much longer than the other reactions i usually make because you seem to have requested a more story-like reaction~ thank you for requesting & being patient, i hope you enjoy! 


Jungkook

Originally posted by jungkookpd

Being all-too absorbed in the moment, Jungkook would become increasingly sexually frustrated and his face and attitude will immediately darken. When he heard that you weren’t ready to do anything until marriage he would simply give you a cold nod and walk away to solve his growing problem on his own.

Afterwards though he would most likely apologise and simply comfort you telling you that you should never feel burdened to do anything with that you don’t want to, finishing his apologies with a peck on the forehead and a cuddle session.


Taehyung

Originally posted by cmtae

Taehyung’s personality and attitude would change quickly when he heard that you were uncomfortable with doing anything before marriage, he would raise his eyebrows at you and try to comfort you with words making sure that you didn’t feel pressured in this relationship. Taehyung would also then make funny faces and attempt to make you laugh as a way to distract you and himself from his previous growing erection.


Jimin

Originally posted by kookielife

Honestly, Jimin would be extremely embarrassed about the whole ordeal. He would kind of just avoid your eyes and look away while nodding to you as a way to say that he understood your wish, though afterwards he would probably scuttle out of the room to private himself with relief from his hard-on.


Namjoon

Originally posted by theseoks

Namjoon would be very mature about this situation and understand about your wish and decision, he would comfort you with his words such as “I understand that you’re not ready” while giving you the brightest smile as you both practically forgot about how hard his member had gotten.


Hoseok

Originally posted by kuromel

Hoseok would be the most flustered about this, as soon as you told him about wanting to wait for marriage, Hoseok couldn’t help but look away frustratedly as he became more and more embarrassed about the growing tightness in his pants.


Yoongi

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

Having never done anything sexual with you, he would walk in to the sight of you changing and his eyes would immediately linger on your body, when you caught him staring he wouldn’t even try to hide it as he began walking towards you slowly.

As soon as you told him that you weren’t looking forward to doing sexual activities until marriage he would be utterly frustrated, both sexually and emotionally but gives you somewhat an understanding nod and walking away without another word.


Seokjin

Originally posted by jjilljj

Seokjin would be the most understanding and would be the biggest sweatheart about this, he understands completely where you’re coming from and would not try to change your decision in any way.

 He would immediately hide his hard on and just give you the biggest warmest smile while telling you that he understood and didn’t mind so that you wouldn’t feel the slightest bit guilty.


                                                  -bangtan angels-

Say You Love Me

Spock x Reader

Word Count: 1900

Prompt: “I miss you.” “Love me.”

Summary: You feel neglected by Spock and just want him to tell you he cares about you. 


You expected him to say it at the wedding. He did not and it hurt you more than you expected. Why couldn’t he just say it? You already had so many times. You told him again in your vows at the wedding, that’s where you assumed he’d say it. But those three words were never uttered from your husbands lips. Which annoyed you, but you understood what the half of him that was Vulcan did to his character. Jim could see you were upset at the after party, which was more for you than Spock. Jim told you that Spock had told you about the different ways he loved you, just not with those words. You admitted it hurt you and you did feel like maybe he didn’t love you as much as you loved him. But that begged the question of why would he marry you if he didn’t love you? Jim had just tried to tell you how you were wrong and Spock did love you. But it was hard to believe him when he hadn’t actually said it yet. 

Your comm rang and seeing it was Spock you ignored it. It went to the message. 

“Y/n. You don’t seem to be answering my comm calls. So I am assuming you are ignoring me or have lost your comm. I wasn’t aware you had any activities occurring today that meant you were exiting the house. If you could please call me back I would be much obliged and less worried by the lack of communication, I will see you when I return home.” He hung up and you sat back on the bed. You felt bad but you also wanted him to be worried in a way because, it showed that he cares. Maybe that was manipulative but you needed the affirmation that he didn’t stay with you and marry you for some other reason.

Later that day, the doorbell rang, so you knew it wasn’t Spock. Going to the door you opened it. It was Jim. 

“So. You’re not dead!” He exclaimed. “I’m Spock’s eyes and ears because apparently you haven’t been returning any of the poor Vulcans’ calls and he’s getting worried.” Jim walked in and got a beer from the kitchen. 

Keep reading

The Smallest Things...


We all go into medicine with a strong desire to help people. Or at least, I hope we do. Somewhere inside, there’s a pride that what we do can make a difference. We tell ourselves that giving up our youth to studying and walking dark corridors armed with nothing more than a stethoscope and our wits, will be totally worth it because we’ll make a difference.

But it’s not that simple.

Every doctor has a secret; deep down, each one of us sometimes fears that we’re not really helping anybody. That what we do is insignificant. And that we are too, by extension.

If you wonder how doctors can feel like they don’t help anyone, it’s pretty simple. Real medicine isn’t like on TV. It’s not all action sequences and heroics. There’s a lot of paperwork, and sometimes a lot of doing things that it feels like nobody cares or appreciates. A lot of your decisions are made as part of a team, and quite often the individual part you play in any patient’s journey can feel, and be, quite small. So of course you minimise it further. I didn’t really do that much for Mrs Smith, you tell yourself. I barely did anything for Mr Jones, really. And it goes on. After all, it’s just everyday work for you and your colleagues.

Perhaps your seniors, team mates and even patients don’t really seem to notice how much effort you put in. At any rate, it never really seems to be enough. You’re always fire fighting, always dealing with less resources than you should have, and always apologising for not doing more, and not doing it sooner. Sometimes it feels like all you do is apologise. And sometimes it feels like you never know enough. And sometimes it feels like you can never do enough. It’s easy to feel like a tiny, insignificant pawn trapped in a colossal system far bigger than yourself.

But just at the moment when it feels like that the little flame is about to go out, something happens. A woman points you out to her husband and tells him you were there when they did CPR on him. You spotted the diagnosis your seniors nearly missed; you referred Mrs Smith to the right team and now we finally know how to help her. Your depressed patient meets you for their tenth appointment, but this time they haven’t needed a tissue once. They smile; you didn’t realise that the tiniest, tiniest smile could look so radiant. You hear back about Mr Jones’ operation; they got all the cancer. A patient’s mum thanks you for takng time to take bloods; their child is nonverbal, and finds hospital very stressful but your brief time with them was the first time in a long while that she felt her child was treated with respect. You get to see the kid who was brought in looking sick as a dog, skip out of the hospital because of the tiny little things that you did.

Why do I write here? Because I can’t shut up. But really, it’s because every so often, I hear a little voice that tells me ‘something you said helped me’, and whenever my own voice falters, I think of them. Why do I draw? Because I feel compelled to, of course, but why draw this? Because if even one person feels less alone, then imagine what kind of a contribution to the world it is. Perhaps it is only a small contribution, but I bet every person you do something for, even if it’s small and insignificant, will remember that action very differently than you do. We have a tendency to minimise the good we do, just as our fears make us amplify the bad.

Sometimes, I think of how amazing it is to be able to help someone in even the smallest way. You don’t even need to be a doctor to do it, and sometimes even when you are a doctor, the moments when you feel you really helped people, weren’t the dramatic ones at all.

You just need to take a chance, any chance, to make someone feel better.


2

tHIS

A Sidekick Compilation:

Anonymous said:Do you mind if I ask for some snippets of the villain sincerely consoling their lackey after the lackey failed a important task and feeling bad about themselves thank you

loyaltrencher said:Do you have any (or could you make any) hero/underappreciated sidekick prompts? I kind your hero/ villain ones, and thought it’d be awesome!

Anonymous said:Hi there! I’m sure your ask box is super full, but if it’s not too much trouble, could I have some prompts for the villain’s right hand/closest assistant being crushed after the villain is defeated, dies, or loses their mind? Thank you, and I adore your writing!


1) “I’ll take whatever punishment you see fit.” The lackey braced themselves, surrendered themselves over without hesitation. The guilt churned nauseous in their stomach, clenched in their throat. “I’m at your mercy.”
“You’re always at my mercy,” came the villain’s reply. “Fucking up doesn’t really change that.”
The lackey flinched at the reminder of their failure, however resigned they were to their fate. 
The villain’s hand closed around their throat - but not constricting, secure and firm. “Look at me.” The villain waited until they did. “Your life is mine, your mistakes are mine, you have sworn yourself to me. Don’t trouble yourself over this. If a weapon fails its because the one who commands it didn’t do so well enough. It’s not your fault, so be at ease, and help me fix this. Alright?”


2) “You want me to hurt you, is that it? Tell you that you’re a failure? Punish you?” 
“I would deserve it if you did.” 
“That’s not what I asked.” 
“I - no.” They didn’t think they could bear that, but they were equally unsure they could bear being forgiven. “I don’t know.” 
“Were you disloyal to me?” 
“I failed you.”
Were you disloyal to me?”
“No - I would never - I’d rather-” the lackey shuddered. The villain’s hand smoothed over their bruised temple. 
“Then there is nothing to forgive, and no punishment necessary. You did your best. That is all anyone can ask of you. Now, be calm, and tell me what happened.” 


3) “You’re a wonder,” the hero stared at them in astonishment. 
The sidekick’s heart slammed. Normally, people didn’t really pay them much attention at all, let alone look at them like that. They cleared their throat - a pleased, too hot, fluttering feeling squirming in their chest. “It was nothing.”
“It really wasn’t.”


4) “Any chance you can yell at me when my brain isn’t splitting open?” Everything hurt. They really didn’t need a lecture on how they should have done better, been braver, or stronger - more heroic. 
“Actually, I wanted to apologise,” the hero said softly. “I feel I’ve rather treated you badly, as of late. 


5) The hero watched the villain’s sidekick - the violence, the eruption, the throwing themselves against the walls of their cell, snarling at anyone who got close.
Vicious. (Sometimes it’s kinder to put a rabid dog down, said their commander.)
Hurting. Heartbroken. Hollowed.
The hero approached, shutting the door quietly behind them. They adopted the same mannerisms, the same way of speaking, as the villain once possessed. 
“Enough of that, now. You’re opening your wounds. Be still.” 
The sidekick froze, quivering, responding to the tone on dazed and hopeless instinct. 


4) “It’s over, you don’t have to do this.” 
“You don’t understand, do you? You took my world from me. So now I’m going to take yours from you.”