i feel like this one is too long

anonymous asked:

(question, not request) My dad is on kid #4 so he doesnt get freaked out easily by us anymore. Last summer my youngest brother got locked in a car when my dad was picking him up and the locksmith was taking a long time. My dad said he would only wait 5 more minutes and the daycare guy was panicking and like "what if he doesnt come" and my dad was like "im gonna smash the window with that brick". How do you think the guys and y/n would react to bby jeon getting locked in a car?

i feel like each and every one of them would resort to how your dad did in the end? i mean, the number one rule is to not even leave him in there too long bc he could have troubles breathing especially when it’s really hot so ultimately if the locksmith was taking too long, they’d find a way to break the window or something.

however! initial reactions after calling the locksmith / during the waiting period while help comes???

looks like they’re not freaking out but is freaking out inside: yoongi, y/n

looks like he’s not freaking out and is not freaking out inside: seokjin

looks like he’s freaking out but is not freaking out inside: namjoon, jimin

looks like he’s freaking out and is freaking out inside: taehyung, hoseok

yoongi because he may not show it, but he’s kinda freaking out inside, anxious. y/n is the same as well because as much as she doesn’t want to freak out, she’ll try not to but inside she’ll most definitely feel anxious the whole time jungkook is in there.

seokjin because as the oldest, he’s been trained to deal with some of the most stressful moments and i feel like times like these he’ll want others to be able to rely on him and he’ll want to rely on himself to be calm, too.

namjoon and jimin might look like they’re freaking out but they could still be logical at the moment, thinking reasonably to talk themselves out of feeling nervous but they could have an uneasy look despite not feeling that way.

taehyung and hoseok because they’re heavily influenced by their emotions and with that, they would look like they’re freaking out and probably is with the help of seokjin to calm them down.

 all in all, if the locksmith takes too long, guess the windows are gonna be gone :”)

anonymous asked:

ive been really depressed lately and i dont know what to do help

Hi, sweet.

I’m really sorry that you’ve been feeling depressed, and I know it’s a hard thing to get out of, but here are some things that personally help me when I’m feeling depressed:

  1. Upbeat, happy music. It’s probably the last thing you want to do but listening to music that is the complete opposite of what you’re feeling will help you and will distract you. “Love Like Woe” by The Ready Set is a good one. <3
  2. Watch some of your favorite videos from your favorite youtubers.
  3. Clean. Organize. Anything to keep your body and mind busy so there’s simply no time to think of anything else.
  4. While it’s good to feel your emotions, it’s not good to stay there for too long. Make sure you find and know that balance between coping and staying still.
  5. Going outside and sitting in the sunlight. It warms you and reminds you that you’re alive.

Annnnnnnd…If you’re on a laptop, I have a “Are You Okay?” page/tab thing that I made in case anyone gets sad. There’s not much on there yet but there are some things nontheless. <3

If you need anything, message me okay? I’m here for you, always.

anonymous asked:

My long distance friend is depressed and slightly suicidal rn. I spend my whole day showering her with love and support, but it's starting to emotionally exhaust me. I feel so selfish saying this because she's the one who is suicidal, but I need some support too. I feel like I can't say anything because she's the depressed one and needs the love more than I do... but I crave it too. I'm even starting to resent that she doesn't return all the love I give her... I'm tired.

Hi love,

Friendships remain strong because each party gives and receives love, support and care. However, there will be times when one party cannot give the love that is needed because they’re struggling too deeply with their own problems - and that’s okay. 

We need to have a support system which is larger than just one person - a) because we need to make sure we have people, even when others can support us and b) because we sometimes need to spread out the need we have for support, so when one of our friends needs a break, we can still be supported. 

Encourage her to talk to others, online therapy can be useful and try to take some time for yourself. You are not being selfish. You cannot support her if you yourself are worn out. 

- Hannah xx

anonymous asked:

Ahhh I'd like some advice please! I wrote a one-shot and I decided to write a second part for it. But now the second part is starting to get really long, so should I just cut in half and post the other half as a third chapter? :o

Hmm, it really depends! Does it make sense to the storyline and/or the flow to make it into another chapter? If you feel it’s too long, that’s usually a sign that you should split it, but it really comes down to what you think is the best choice!

Bonne chance!

armoreddora  asked:

Hi! I JUST came across the comic. I really love it, and I feel like my husband would as well. He prefers print, so I was going to pick up a copy of book one, but I see it's out of stock. Do you have any at all lying around, or do I just have to hope the stretch goals for the Kickstarter for book three get funded? I'd love to buy a copy and support your work.

Hey, thanks for checking out the story! I totally understand your husband’s preference - I like print a lot more too.

So long as the Kickstarter meets 50k, I’ll be reprinting the first volume and it’ll go back in stock in my shop once I have it on hand. That’ll be later this year.

However if the Kickstarter fails I’ll have to wait and save my pennies to refund a volume 1 reprint myself. It’s about 10k, with shipping, so it’s a big chunk of change for me. I may be able to manage it next year if no big personal emergencies arise, I already started a fund for it just before Christmas.

Fingers crossed!

anonymous asked:

What are your top 3 blogs and why?

My top three favorite blogs, okay here we go (also I love literally all of you so please don’t feel like I don’t appreciate anyone who isn’t listed here)

1. @erotic-tease-and-tickle

How can I not adore this guy? Like honestly. Him and I have been friends for a really long while now and I’m so grateful for him as a person. His blog is absolutely amazing and super hot. He is honestly the kindest soul and anyone who gets the chance to meet this guy is one lucky duck. Really though, I love him tons and tons and he is a fantastic friend.

2. @alliexnicole

She isn’t super active on here too often but holy shit I love her more than life. She is my best friend and is so dang gorgeous. She is always there when I need to rant about life or make up and I couldn’t be more grateful to have her in my life because she is absolutely wonderful.

3. @kbenny18

This dude is absolutely fantastic. Like 120% sweetheart and he is always there to put a smile on my face. His positivity is outstanding and he has such a kind and genuine personality and it baffles me.

anonymous asked:

Can you do anything about how Tyranitar is basically indestructible? Or about how it can destroy mountains with its hands? Also it is basically Godzilla so that's pretty cool too. If not, Macargo is pretty absurd too, with it being hotter than the sun. And one more for the road: if the aliens decide to explore the desert for whatever reason Cacturn regularly stalk and kill people who travel deserts at night. Hope some of these help

i’ll just answer the tyranitar one, i feel like the others deserve their own posts.

dex entry:  Tyranitar, The Armor Pokémon. If it rampages, it knocks down mountains and buries rivers. Maps must be redrawn afterward. Its body can’t be harmed by any sort of attack, so it is very eager to make challenges against enemies. Extremely strong, it can change the landscape. It has an insolent nature that makes it not care about others.


so get this, MAPS need to be redrawn after it rampages. this lil beast terraforms the mountains to its own liking. and its ability, sand stream, kicks up sandstorms when its in battle.

“Captain, I think we’re lost. our maps don’t match the environment”

“check the other maps”

“we’ve done that, but none of the maps match!”

“that cant be right, we made sure the maps were right. this must have been done by the human captive. bring the human to me, i will interrogate her”

the human was brought to the front of the line, to the Captain, making eye contact without a care in the world.

“you’ve messed with the maps, human”

it was a statement, not a question, as if the Captain knew the human had changed the maps

“have you tried turning it upside down, captain?” she replied, the tone riddled with sarcasm

“very funny, human” the Captain replied, clearly not finding it funny. “but you will be punished for messing with the maps, im thinking that we put you in the front line, so whatever happens, happens to you” he replied smugly, expecting some kind of plea for mercy, which never came

“are you sure about that? you and your troop might become smug when you witness my very awesome and epic skills, and end up getting yourselves killed. I mean, I heard what happened with the troop over at Hoenn. you called that GVF-452, right?” the human replied not the least bit impressed, eyes wandering over the mountain landscape. “what kind of map messing is it anyway?”

“the maps dont match the landscape” someone behind replied, and the captain hissed and them.

“well thats obvious. you do know there are Tyranitars here, right?” she replies at the stupid statement, anyone of their sane mind would know that there are Tyranitars here, after all

“and what are those? are they like those Murkrows? have some mountain dwelling pokémon tinkered with our maps?” he replied in aggression

“boy you wish it was that simple. but the maps havent changed or anything, its the mountain that has changed”

the human go the reply of clitter-clattering sounds from the troop, their version of laughing. A whole mountain changing so much that the maps became outdated? please, not even the weather can do that. clearly this was just the human playing with their minds.

“…anyways… Tyranitar lives at mountains, and they’re so strong that they can change the landscape to fit to their needs, like when they’re nesting. maps get redrawn all the time because of them” 

and as the statement was finished, a distant, echo of a roar was heard, making the troop look around in fear

“id say its on the other side of the hill. they’re pretty strong, but since its probably preparing a nest, you can probably chase it away if you attack it- it will see the place as unsafe for its eggs and go find somewhere else” 

either the general was stupid or just very trusting, because he signaled for the small army to prepare their weapons and take aim, ready to attack the beast once it showed itself.

all eyes on the Tyranitar as it emerged, shoving up the ground, smashing smaller boulders, the human took the chance to run off, steps barely heard because of the loud shatter of rocks resounding in the valley.

“TAKE AIM AND WAIT FOR MY SIGNAL”

the tyranitar looks at the small figures and begins to walk towards them, unsure of the situation.

“FIRE!”

The Tyranitar roared as it got blasted, and as the smoke and dust settled, seemingly unharmed, the mouth opened, and shot a Hyper beam right beside where they stood, and then moved it towards them, blasting the ground and the aliens to bits.

one of the lower ranking officers managed to run away, and begged the awaiting human for help

anonymous asked:

AU ~~~ Shisui and Itachi are long time lovers but Itachi simply calls their relationship a friendship out of fear of losing him. A friendship where Itachi goes to vent to Shisui about things after sleeping with each other.

Ahhh i really love this ;~; 

I can definitely see some of that apprehension being there in their relationship at first, like being nervous about things getting too serious too fast or figuring out how to act romantically around each other once they come to terms with their feelings :O

But at the same time, I think their level of communication with one another (and Shisui’s expert ability to read Itachi’s thoughts) would keep those fears from compromising their friendship. It’s totally possible to be best friends with the person you’re in love with, and I think Itachi and Shisui have the potential to fit into that situation perfectly ^^

Also I love the part about them having long conversations after making love, that’s really nice ^^ It reminds me of the scene in one of the shinden novels (Daybreak I think??) where Itachi goes to Shisui when he’s feeling frustrated and they spar to help him relieve his stress :3

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Hey, it’s me again, subverting your favorite tropes,

So we all know Yuuri Katsuki would be the kind of person who wouldn’t tell you he didn’t like mushrooms and would let you feed him mushrooms three meals a day rather than actually let the words “I don’t like mushrooms” emerge from his mouth

Because Anxiety™ am I right folks

But here we can flip this on its head.

Yuuri loves mushrooms.

Mushrooms are Yuuri’s favorite part of any given dish, which is why he separates them out from the rest usually and eats them last. That’s some excellent fungus right there.

Along comes Viktor Nikiforov, he of the lust-inspiring good looks and astoundingly poor social intuition. He watches the Love of His Life pick the mushrooms meticulously out of his dish and says, “Are you going to eat those?”

Yuuri Katsuki is still in a state of complete and utter stupor at this point, because within the last week two discrete–not discreet, mind you, which they are the opposite of–Russians have arrived uninvited to his fucking house, ingratiated themselves to his family an are currently dismantling the very threads of his existence. One of these Russians is his longtime crush (who is currently occupying most of his time lounging around in a provocative manner all but holding a sign over his crotch that reads Reserved seat for Yuuri Katsuki but Yuuri is a little bit feelings-blind so he’s reading it as Look how beautiful and untouchable I am! If you stare at me too long I will literally scar you like the sun and also I CAN HEAR EVERY THOUGHT ABOUT ME YOU’VE HAD SINCE AGE TWELVE! I’M DISGUSTED!) and the other is the actual inspiration for the My Chemical Romance song Teenagers.

So Yuuri can’t quite be blamed for saying no when Viktor Nikiforov asks him if he’s going to eat his favorite part of the dish.

“I’ll take them, then,” Viktor says, and picks them off his plate.

HOW ROMANTIC, Viktor’s brain screams.

Thus begins Yuuri’s mushroomless existence. Viktor loves Yuuri and wants him to Be Happy Always, and so makes a point to ensure that a mushroom never even so much as winks at his fiance ever again. He doesn’t put them in food and always ensures that, if he’s ordering something for Yuuri, it’s without mushrooms. When a dish shows up with mushrooms in it, Viktor deftly picks them out.

“Excuse me, my husband does not like mushrooms,” Viktor says so often that it could be his catchphrase, or perhaps a nickname. Viktor “My Husband Does Not Like Mushrooms” Nikiforov.

This continues until they return to Hasetsu for a visit and Yuuri’s entire family watches as Viktor picks every mushroom off Yuuri’s plate.

It’s a dish with a lot of mushrooms in it.

“You must really like mushrooms,” Mari says to Viktor.

“Oh, not particularly,” Viktor says, picking away. “But Yuuri hates them, so.”

“Oh no,” Yuuri whispers.

“Um,” says Mari.

“That’s funny!” says Hiroko, smiling and leaning her head on her hand. “Yuuri used to love mushrooms! He stole them while I was chopping them.”

“Wow that’s weird,” Viktor says.

“Yeah,” Yuuri mumbles. “Haha, weird. Yeah, weird.”

Viktor slowly turns his head. His plate is now Mount Mushroom. “Kitten,” he says slowly.

“Ahhhh,” Yuuri whimpers.

“Do we need to have that conversation about communication again?” Viktor asks.

“AHHHHH.” Yuuri attempts to crawl under the table.

The answer, for the record, is yes. They’ve had this conversation fourteen times since Barcelona.

“Why am I like this,” Yuuri whispers to himself later that night. Viktor kisses his shoulder and, when they get back to Russia, makes him a pot of Stroganoff that is roughly 89% mushrooms.

I am the one before the one.

It’s a role I’ve learned to accept.

I am the one who will overload your senses, I am far too much of everything, but you will try to encompass all that I am. I will be the one who teaches you exactly what you want from “the one.” With me you will see things as though the lights were turned too high on the dimmer so that you could only see me and the music too loud that you couldn’t quite hear anybody else. With the next girl you end up with she will shine just brightly enough that you will be able to see everything you couldn’t see with me and the volume of her music will not leave you deaf when the song ends.
I will help you grow by pushing you to the extent of your limit, I will call you out when you’re wrong, I will ask you to do a little better than last time, and I will love you with a love you didn’t even know could exist.
It will feel as though one hand I’ve given you to hold holds all the love in the world and the other holds the words my tongue lashes out with no filter. But with those hands you will learn both the love you deserve and how to finally not hold back how you truly feel. These hands will teach you to speak freely without fear of condemnation and condescending judgements. They will teach you to love and touch everything that you find beautiful as you pull your hands through her hair or frolic through a patch of flowers and pull the petals to your face to smell their fragrance.
You see after me, you’ll learn not only how to love yourself, but love her. She will tell you that she’s never experienced a love quite like yours and you’ll never tell the secret that you learned it from me.

You see, I am the one before the one.

But like that scar you got from scraping your knee on the climb up your favorite mountain, you won’t forget me.
When pieces of her emanate me, I will be present in the breath you hold in just a second too long at the memory of me, the sharp feeling on your tongue as you bite down as my name starts to slip through your mouth, the butterflies in your stomach as you remember the way my eyes lit up at your presence. Her smooth edges that represent who she is will often remind you of my jagged edges, the ones that cut you but you still loved to climb. And for all those moments you’re reminded of me, you’ll touch your knee and realize you hadn’t climbed your favorite mountain to your favorite view in a while. You’ll wonder if instead of the common smooth edged rock you’d found on the ground, the one you could buy for five dollars at your local farmers market, you could’ve had a fine cut diamond with jagged edges.
And as you look into her eyes and see your reflection you’ll wonder if the pressure of my love could’ve made you a diamond as well.

—  I am the one before the one
Nursemaid

(Jimin’s crush comes over to his house to help him out after he suffers an injury that leaves him with limited use of both hands.)

Warnings: 6000+ words of smut, Jimin POV, I’ll let you guess what kind of smut takes place


“I can’t believe you managed to injure both of your hands on the same day.” Hoseok’s girlfriend, Sophie, stifled a laugh while she said it. “I can’t tell if you are dumb or just unlucky.”

 Jimin sighed.  He had been stupid and drunk when he and Jungkook went out into the street to play with fireworks.  One went off too close to his hand, burning his right palm requiring a trip to the emergency room where his injury was cleaned and bandaged.  The doctor gave him a lecture about drunk people and explosives and how fortunate he was not to have blasted off his fingers.            

While exiting the hospital, Jimin immediately tripped over the curb and landed with his full weight onto his left hand resulting in a small fracture and return trip to the emergency room to get a splint to immobilize his other hand.   Now, every time Jimin saw someone, he had to suffer the embarrassment of explaining what happened. People had a hard time not laughing when they heard how he managed to get hurt twice in one day.

 “Does it hurt much?” you asked him.

“Not really. As long as I don’t bump into anything or use my fingers too much, it’s okay.” At least you seemed to be genuinely concerned about his well-being. That’s one of the reasons Jimin liked you, you always seemed caring and sincere.  The other main reason he liked you was because he thought you were incredibly hot.  There were plenty of nights Jimin stayed up fantasizing about what it would feel like to be with you.  He wanted to ask you out, but had been waiting until there was some indication that you were even the slightest bit interested in him.  He was starting to think that maybe he had a chance with you, but he felt neutered with his injuries, unable to do things like casually touch you and see how you would respond to his advances.  Jimin resolved to make a move as soon as he had full use of his hands again.

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you know what? i didnt believe people when they said that isak was moving in with even bc theyre so! young! and i couldnt imagine it while isak was in highschool if im being honest. but… the way they were with each other, the growth isak has been through, how they fucking fit so well, how isak and even cant keep their hands off of each other, how they move together. isak felt like he had no one last season. but he did. and now he knows it too. and you can see it! how comfortable he is within himself now and his place with his friends and with even. he’s overcome quite a lot ok and i know he’s still a teenager but we cant all group teenagers in one box and say “they’re too young” - bc in isak’s case, what he’s experienced with his family, etc, has made him grow up. im a sap and its only the beginning, things can change soon enough. but i feel like isak and even are in this for the long haul. moving in together, being public, feeling safe to be themselves. why can’t we be happy for them doing something that makes them happy?

I’m tired of being sad and having no clue as to why I am this way, so I’ll write about the happy bits of me and why I smile. I dance when I’m alone, when the music gets just right and I’m sure that no one is watching, it’s okay to feel lonely, I used to not like the idea of it, but once you’re comfortable in your own skin even depression starts to feel like a breeze. I’m reading a book that says we are the beliefs and thoughts that we think and believe in. So if I say that I’m happy a thousand times, one of those will come back as true. So if I say I’ll find the love of my life some day, some day she’ll appear in front of me while I’m writing another poem. It’s good to have goals, the only goal I’ve ever had up until recently was to keep myself happy with someone else, that’s not a goal, but an illusion. You can’t live your life for someone else, it’s called your life for a reason. Happiness must happen when I say so, so I’m saying so. We bring into this world the kind of kindness that we’ve been dealt, so when I fake a smile, my mother is omnipresent. Although it’s not real, fake it until you make it, right? The book also says, spend more time doing things that make you lose track of time, so I decided to write again and more often than not, to not compare myself to others because once you start doing that, there’s no going back. I don’t write like someone else, I write like myself. I don’t think like anyone that I know, there’s just you and the beautifully twisted world, we’re all trying to find redemption inside of coral skies and trustworthy friends. I would break my own hand to contain my anger, it is contained. Happiness is what we make it, so if I say that it exists, then it will be so. Listening to your guidance, that makes me happy. You know who you are. Breathless to the words, you paint the sunrise with your pinky and promise that as long as I’m here today, tomorrow will not be filled with sorrow. I keep writing letters to the future person that I will be, I wonder if I’ll change. I probably will, we all do in one way or another. I’m the kind of person that snaps a picture of the sky while I’m driving, I’m reckless, but we’re still alive. Life’s too short and I need to be more careful, I’m certain that death has given up a few passes for me. Do you ever feel like you’re running out of time? Like there’s something trying to make a statement, a lost word that even google couldn’t even get its hands on. Do you ever feel like no one’s really listening? We’re all selfish in the end, but the ones that truly listen– they are the ones that I live for. I maintain online friendships better than I do with my siblings, I guess our thinking is just on different frequencies. On the topic of frequencies– the you that you would like to be is out there, you just need to listen. Hear the right words said by the right person and you’ll be in the right spot to be the you that you’d want to be in this life. Do you ever feel like you’re not good enough? Remember that thing I said about thoughts? Sometimes we just need to let go a little bit, embrace the art of it. To be left to the wind, the unknown will bring us to more adventures and you may not be loved by many, but there’s a chance that you will be– why not take it? I would like to break out of this, I want to smile more and to laugh a little louder, I just want to make myself proud of who I will be versus who I used to be. And you can’t turn back the hands of time, you cannot change your mistakes– they are permanent, but you are not. There is a fire inside of your chest and if you keep suffocating yourself with an indescribable pain then you’ll only suffer in a incomprehensible way. I just want to fill this world with more love and less pain, I see a butterfly and I’m easily distracted– how beauty will fly past you if you’re not even paying attention because you’re so damn sad all of the time. So I drop all signs of negativity and lean towards the positive, I am the only vibe that’ll alter my moods, so I must feel more wealthy than a million silver spoons even if I don’t have any, so I must create the art that likes to spill from my fingertips, we live such short lives– why not be the best version of yourself? Who will you be if tomorrow was your last day on this planet? Will you cry because it’s over? Or will you search the ends of the earth until you’ve found the fountain of youth? I’ve got a secret to share with you. You can be a 100 years old and still have the sweetest smile, you can be in your 20s and have a soul heavy enough to sink the titanic, life is strange, life is strange. We live our youth to buy pretty things, but live our oak days trying to make up more time– it waits for no one, the wrong turn will break you, a simple kiss will turn your thoughts into poetry and a life of self-hate is a road that needs constant validation– why not be your own way out? Be your own lover, be your own brand of music, be your own kind of poem, be your own story of kindness, and if you’re not perfect just look around– nobody is. I’m tired of dreaming, I want to build it instead. You can’t be who you want to be if you’re still having the same thoughts from last year– you can’t change or heal in the right way if you’re not willing to break a few pieces of your heart because the clutter inside of our minds often match the attitude that we give off. So like a quote, so like a poem, so like a bedtime story. If I repeat it enough times, I’ll be happy. I just want to be happy. I just want to let go of the bad feelings. I just want to love myself enough to see a brighter day. You can’t change the world if you can’t even change yourself, right? If I repeat it enough times, then it must be real. I will be happy. Sadness is a crucial emotion because without it, being delighted and euphoric wouldn’t be so dense, but that’s the beauty of the intensity to which we should love ourselves. I want to be so fucking glad to wake up today that it’ll just drown my depression into the white noise. I want to glow in the dark and live like the jellyfishes, give my poetry the immortality to always bring a smile onto the faces of those that love who I am even if I’m a bit flawed because at the end of the day– you’re the only one sleeping on your bed, you’re the only one who’s going to determine if you’ve got enough room to breathe, you’re the only one to have the last say if you’re art or not.
—  I wanted to write something happy for you–
yes, you. The person that’s reading this.
Writing is Hard, pt 8: Slow and Steady

Summary: Dean shows you his favorite kind of sex.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Warning: Smut, dirty talk

Word Count: 3100ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO

The motel door opens quietly and you hear Dean shuffle in, his footsteps easy to recognize. You don’t move, body too exhausted to even roll over in bed and say hi.

Sam has to know that Dean comes to your room every night now. Actually, Dean just goes straight in with you now more often than not, leaving Sam to himself. You’ve never discussed it, but you suspect that Sam’s silence on the matter of you and Dean is his thank you for finally having some privacy on a regular basis.

Either way, you aren’t remotely surprised that Dean is here. You listen to boots being kicked off, a gun being placed on the night stand, and clothes being shuffled off. He’s down to his boxers when he slides beneath the covers.

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Dating Zach Dempsey Would Include...

Originally posted by joeck

Requested to do the ‘dating Zach Dempsey would include’ but with a booknerd fem!reader :)

 

- Getting to see how smart Zach is, everyone thought Zach was under average when it came to smarts but when you start to date him you find out just how smart he is, not in the stereotypical Asian guy can do any math way, he was terrible at math but he was an A+ bio student and knew more about marine life than anyone you’ve ever met.

- Hand holding lots of hand holding, Zach is big on holding hands whether it’s while you’re walking to class or under the table during lunch or even at the library while he stands patiently next to you as you take your time looking at all the books, you don’t mind all the hand holding since your hands are always cold and Zach’s much larger ones are always so warm and soft.

- Going on dates to the aquarium, your favourite place to go to on weekend dates is the aquarium, you like watching all the fish swim around therapeutically and you love watching Zach’s eyes light up as he sees the aquatic animals he’s usually reading and studying about in textbooks.

- Cuddling on cold rainy days, Zach is a massive teddy bear when it comes to cuddles, he loves to be cuddled and also loves to be the cuddler and when it’s a cold rainy day that’s the perfect time to sit on the couch and watch movies while cuddling each other.

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The Artemis Fowl books advocate for the environment, deal with misogyny in the workplace and the need for feminism, and has some of the best character development arcs like ever over the span of eight books. Also, there’s magic and fairies with guns and time travel and a whole lot of sarcasm and really no downside to reading them

Just a Sterek drabble I wrote on this rainy Sunday afternoon because I started my day off watching an absolutely SOUL-CRUSHING ep of House, M.D. and needed a little something to cheer myself up afterwards.

In case it’s not your thing: this fic features Stiles/OMC, but not for long. ;) Rated T, under 1k words

Sometimes Stiles’ new boyfriend can be fairly awesome, like when they stay up until three a.m. together playing video games and making out, or like that time… like… Well, pretty much all the examples Stiles can think of right now are sex things, but. But Jake’s a nice guy, kind of. He’s hot. He’s so hot Stiles still can’t believe he wants to date Stiles, and there are times when he can be a lot of fun.

Then there are the times (like today) that have Stiles questioning all his life choices, especially this one.

“Stiles, stop texting Lydia,” Jake says. No—practically whines. Seriously.

“Uh, no?” Stiles hits send, because Jake is not the boss of him. “We’re still on the ground. We don’t have to turn our phones off yet.”

And now Jake is pouting at him, like he’s six years old. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

Stiles can’t help but roll his eyes. “Stop trying to tell me who I can and cannot text. It’s creepy and controlling.”

Jake tries to put his hand over Stiles’, and it actually makes Stiles’ skin crawl a little bit. Stiles crosses his arms over his chest, hands safely tucked into his armpits. In retrospect, inviting Jake along on a trip to Hawaii was probably a bad idea when they’ve only been dating for three months.

Jake crosses his arms, too. “I’m your boyfriend. I’m not allowed to get a little possessive?”

“A little possessive? This is not ‘a little possessive.’ This is annoying and ridiculous and petty and invasive and… Look, yes, I’m bisexual, but Lydia and I are just friends. We’re always going to be friends, and I’m never cutting her out of my life for a boyfriend. The end. So you can stop being a jealous dick—”

“Or what?”

Stiles can’t believe they’re having this conversation right now. “Or maybe we shouldn’t be dating after all.”

Jake runs a hand through his sandy blond prince-charming hair and snorts. “Please, this relationship is over when I say it is. Or do you seriously think anyone else is lining up to date you?”

For a moment Stiles is actually speechless, because how has he spent the last three months thinking this guy was attractive? How did he overlook this level of douchebaggery? Some kind of witchcraft, probably.

That’s when the guy in the row ahead of them turns around in his seat, looks Stiles straight in the eye, and says without even one hint that he’s joking, “I would date you.”

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