i feeling better now...maybe

3

Owari no Shipping Week: Day 4:  Happy / Smiles / Kisses

chu

shading? never heard of her

also i spent a considerable amount of time cursing under my breath trying to draw this im never drawing kisses again…. ok maybe i will but not any time soon bc wow that was difficult

6

2x15 | A Problem With Memory | Promotional Photos

The thing that makes me the most upset about the Supernatural finale is how with one. short. scene. the writers took something I loved dearly, something that made me happy, something that helped me and countless other people get through the week, and they ruined it. Supernatural made me happy. Supernatural made me love Thursday. Supernatural was something I could always count on to be there and make me smile at least a little. Even the episodes I didn’t like had at least one or two scenes that made me smile. And of course nothing made me smile more than seeing the name “Mark A. Sheppard” at the beginning of an episode. Just the thought of “oh his name isn’t here this week but it might be there next week” was enough to cheer me up. Good things are worth waiting for after all. But now that feeling is gone. Now when I think about Supernatural it just reminds me of what’s gone. It makes me feel sick and I just want to cry. I know it’s silly to get this emotional over a fictional character in a tv show, but everyone needs that one silly thing that makes them happy. And now that thing for me, and a lot of other people, is gone. Even if Crowley returns to the show it doesn’t change how I feel now. Sure I’ll be ecstatic then, but that doesn’t change how it isn’t fair. It isn’t fair how Sam, Dean, and Castiel always get treated by other characters and the writers so differently. They always get the most attention and the most care. Castiel, Mary, and Lucifer are all already confirmed for the next season and it isn’t fair. Don’t get me wrong, I like the Winchesters and Castiel but their characters don’t make me feel the same, they don’t have that special something Crowley does. Mary, I honestly don’t really care about at this point. I liked her at first but after the whole MOL thing I’m just kind of sick of her. And then there’s Lucifer. Lucifer who everyone, including myself, used to love. He was and still is a great character with great lines, and I’ve managed to keep liking him for a long time, but I’ve had enough. He is the last person I want to hear is coming back to the show, especially since the whole point of Crowley dying was to get rid of Lucifer! I just want Crowley to come back. I want him to come back and be treated with the respect he deserves, especially since he sacrificed himself for two assholes who never treated him decently. I just want him to come back so I can love my show again…

i’ve learned through the past years that you should only surround yourself with the people who actually care enough about you to make an effort in your friendship. It’s really not fun to try to build a solid friendship based entirely on falseness, because it’ll just leave you more upset than before. Don’t do that to yourself. You don’t deserve it. I’m so glad that I’ve finally realized this and I can move on with myself. 

End Up Here

Just some more Bughead fluff to tide us over during this too long hiatus!


Betty’s eyes glistened with pride as she watched her fiance hang the framed cover of his first novel, about Jason Blossom’s murder, above the desk in his new office. It hadn’t been an easy road, to say the least. There had been so many ups and downs that sometimes Betty felt dizzy, like this was the worst roller coaster and she would never get off. But then there he was, all blue and brooding, his steady eyes and gentle hands, letting slip a new smile every day just for her. It made her feel a whole new kind of dizzy, a sickeningly wonderful spinning of the ground beneath her feet that she never wanted to end. 

And now they were here. Their first house was modest but perfect, paid for by the astounding sales of Jughead’s novel - not that she was surprised, she always knew how brilliant he was. Jughead insisted their whole house be painted a bright, sunny yellow, gazing at her with such love when they stood in the middle of their furniture-bare living room for the first time, her arms wound tightly around his neck after he’d swept her up to carry her across the threshold for the first time. She’d giggled and lent forward to rest her forehead against his, quipping about his questionable expertise in interior design. 

“You know, Jug, you’re supposed to carry a bride across the threshold. This is a little ridiculous,” she laughed, yet not making a move to be let down from his arms. Jughead laughed, his chest exploding with how happy he was right here, in this moment. He never thought he would make it here. 

“Well then, Miss Cooper,” he began, reluctantly setting her down on the ground. “Let’s see what we can do about that.” He knelt down in front of her, hands shaking as he reached into his pocket to pull out the little velvet box. Betty gasped, hands coming to cover her mouth as her eyes filled with the prettiest tears Jughead swore he’d ever seen. “Betty, I never thought I was capable of feeling the way I feel about you. Every day you make me better, whole, in a way I didn’t know possible. I can’t breathe when I wake up with you in my arms because I’m scared that one shift will blow you away from me forever. I never want to let you go. I love you, Betty Cooper. Will you marry me?” He lifted the lid to reveal the blue sapphire set in a gold band, surrounded by tiny sparkling diamonds. 

“Juggie, it’s perfect,” she gasped, her voice catching around her tears. She didn’t just mean the ring. She meant him, their lives, their love. Him, kneeling before her in a completely empty room, nothing but him and her, expressing just how much they meant to each other. “Yes!” she exclaimed, realising in her awe that she still hadn’t replied. “Yes, of course!” A laugh bubbled up in her chest as he slipped the ring on her outstretched finger, moving to sweep her up and swing her round, burying his own damp eyes in the soft, warm crook of her neck. They’d made love that night, slowly and passionately, on the mattress that was on the floor in their new room, not wanting an inch to come between them.

She watched him now as he took a step back from the wall, checking to see if the frame was straight. He turned to where she was leaning against the door frame. “Good?” he asked.

“Perfect,” she replied, butterflies swirling in her stomach at his responding smile. 

The butterflies increased suddenly, filtering upwards slowly until Betty realised they weren’t butterflies anymore. “I’ll be right back,” she shot out suddenly, a crease between her brows as she turned and flew to the bathroom. 

“Betts?” Jughead called after her in worry, following a few paces behind. By the time he reached her she was heaving her late morning breakfast into the toilet, clammy fingers clutching at the cool porcelain. He held back her hair and rubbed soothing circles across her back until she leaned back sometime later, a light sheen across her face. “Betts, what’s wrong?” 

“I-I’m not sure, maybe it was something I ate? I feel better now, actually,” she murmured, her eyes still slanted in thought as she moved to stand. He was there instantly, putting a hand under her arms and guiding her to their bed, now with frame. 

“Still, I don’t want you getting any worse. Here,” he lifted the covers and gently pushed on her shoulders until she was lying back. He moved around, fetching her some water, placing a trash can by the side of the bed. He hovered, wondering if there was anything he’d missed. “Do you need anything?”

“Just you,” she mumbled sleepily, reaching for him with heavy arms. “Stay with me?” she asked. 

“Always,” he replied with a soft smile, slipping in besides her and pulling her gently against his chest, falling into a comfortable slumber.

Betty awoke feeling as bright and cheery as she had that morning. She looked down to see Jughead’s face squished adorably against the pillows, mouth slightly open and a possessive hand resting low on her hip. She bit her lip, brushing the soft curls back from his forehead. Him sleeping gave her a chance. 

The thought popped into her head immediately, as soon as she could get her breath back after throwing up this morning. She counted back, trying to work out the dates in her head. Was it? Could it actually be? 

She was back from the store on the corner before Jughead had even stirred. She paced back and forth in their bathroom, palms sweating for an entirely different reason as she looked at the white stick lying on top of the counter. Was it too soon? How would he react, would he be happy? Or, God forbid, angry? No, Jughead wasn’t like that, he was kind. Wonderful. 

As she waited for the timer to be up she let her mind wander. A little boy with Jughead’s dark curls and her green eyes. Or maybe a little girl, all dimples with a passion for stories. Either way, she couldn’t forget the image of Jughead cooing to a tiny version of himself, rocking the tiny bundle back and forth in their nursery. The image made her want to burst into tears all over again. He’d be a great dad. 

The chime rang out from her phone, steeling herself with a deep breath as she picked up the stick. 

It was her turn to kneel down before him, as she made her face level with his at the edge of the bed. “Juggie? Juggie, wake up,” she whispered, raising her voice slightly when he stirred. 

“What is it, Betts? Are you alright, is everything-” she cut him off before the panic could rise in his eyes. 

“Everything is fine, Jug. At least, I hope it is. I just need to tell you something.” He stared back at her in anxious anticipation, reaching for her hand. She raised the stick, plus sign facing towards him. “I’m pregnant, Jug. We’re going to have a baby.” She held her breath as his face remained still. “Jug?”

“Pregnant?” he asked, his voice slightly choked. Her eyes welled up.

“You’re not mad are you?” she got out, lower lip quivering. “I know it’s soon and we hadn’t even talked about having children but, I don’t know, now it’s actually happening I just-” Her sentence was cut short by his lips descending on hers, his hand coming up to cradle the back of her neck to pull her against him more forcefully. She raised her hands to cup his cheeks, letting out a small sob against his lips as she felt a desperation behind his kiss she didn’t even know he was capable of. When he pulled back to rest his forehead against hers his eyes were shut and there were wet trails left down his cheeks. She dried them with her thumbs as she couldn’t stop the smile that began tilting up the corners of her mouth. 

“A baby. We’re going to have a baby,” he whispered, finally opening his eyes to look at her. She nodded, biting back a hysterical giggle. “A baby!” He exclaimed, his beautiful smile lighting up his whole person as he sprung up from his place on the bed, wrapping Betty up in a tight hold and swinging her around. “I love you so much, Betty,” he cried into her neck as she laughed freely now, with careless abandon. Suddenly, he stopped, dropping her and pulling back with worry clouding his face. “Wait, I shouldn’t do that. Are you ok? Is the baby ok? I didn’t-” he stopped, placing a delicate hand over her still-flat abdomen. 

“Yes, Juggie, I’m fine. We’re fine,” she replied, holding onto his face and smiling at the thought of their baby inside of her, right now. 

“We are, aren’t we?” he said, eyes roaming over her face, that he would never get enough of, before leaning down to kiss her, delirious with happiness. It could never get better than this. 

my least favorite thing is where I don’t intentionally procrastinate and instead just suddenly find out that I totally didn’t do the thing and it is now too late

I hate that thing

i’ve been feeling very upset for a couple hours now and even though i normally never speak about things like this, i do wanna put in my two cents today.

i’m happy for the guys that get to debut, honestly, i’m not gonna say they don’t deserve it, but really? jonghyun (and dongho, minki and samuel, but especially jonghyun) not making it to the top11 doesn’t make any sense at all. he was #1 twice. he completed so many things on the show and even got called debut worthy. he was the “nation’s leader”. he proved that by giving up lines to other members in his group and sticking to hyunbin’s side, helping him improve his dancing, even when nobody really believed in him like jonghyun did.
you know why i think he did that? one of the reasons being that he’s just a genuinely nice and caring person who wouldn’t leave anyone behind just like that. but also because he knows how hard it is and how much harder it is when nobody is there to help you or at least tell you it’s gonna be okay. jonghyun does so many things for people but he only gets ignored in return.
i’m so upset i couldn’t vote for him (because wow i’d vote for him 11 times) but also because the fans in korea that got him to #1 two times, let him down when it mattered the most.
i know we can’t change anything about it anymore, but i just hope he won’t beat himself up over this too much.
also minhyun, please don’t feel guilty. if pledis allows it, everyone will wait for nu'est and we’ll support them more than ever when they get their first comeback again. i know i will.

I said I wasn’t doing these anymore, but this was the best day I’ve had in a while, so fuck it. Some good stuff about today: 

  • I SURVIVED GUESTPOCALYPSE 2017. Now it’s just me, my mom, and my cousin, and the house is nice and quiet and peaceful and wonderful
  • I accomplished one of my work goals today (and came REALLY close to the next one.) It’s been a while since I’ve been able to achieve any kind of productivity in that regard, so it was nice to get back into the swing of things
  • Plus I also did a lot of house chores like dishes, laundry, and getting the guest room back in order
  • I had a nice run this morning, and am almost to the end of my s4 relisten. I did three sets of my park gym workout, and am looking forward to making progress on my strength goals

Good stuff about tomorrow:

  • NEW ZR MISSIONS AAAAAAHHHH
  • Which means I get to transcribe zr again! \o/ That’s always fun
  • Our local summer concert series starts tomorrow evening. I have no idea what band is playing, but I’m looking forward to hearing them

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm sorry youre feeling crappy :( I hope you feel better asap! Maybe when youre well (or now if itd help you feel better)& have the time (I know school keeps you busy) could you write some jeddy w/ teddy comforting james after a fight w his dad?

Teddy stood for what felt like a long while staring at the outside of James’ door.

He was perfectly eye level with what looked like numerous black streaks left by the miniature fire crackers that Zonko’s sold. If he looked down at his hand, which was holding the door knob, he could see on the wood the soft scaring of what looked like a young James trying to spello-tape his door shut. Teddy sighed, thinking that was probably what James was wishing he could do right now. Teddy hit his knuckles on the frame softly.

When no response came he turned the door handle gently, opening it a crack, “James?”

“Go aw- oh.”

James’ eyes, which had had fire in them a second ago, softened and he turned away, sinking onto the edge of his bed with his back towards Teddy.

“’s just me… Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Teddy stepped over a few piles of forgotten clothes. He threw a sock off the bed to sit down next to James who looked about just as rumpled as his room did. He had soft, purple circles under his eyes and his hair looked like he had just rolled out of a deep sleep. He look soft- and in Teddy’s opinion bloody gorgeous- but sad.

Teddy trailed his fingers a long James’ wrist for a moment, waiting for him to talk first, before pressing his fingers into the spaces between James’. They both watched their hands as they fit together, perfectly.

“I shouldn’t have yelled.”

Teddy shrugged one shoulder, “I think you had a little right to yell. So you aren’t on the Quidditch team? Who cares?”

He does.”

“Well, he shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

James let out a soft growl from the back of his throat, his anger boiling up again, “He’s always comparing me to people. ‘m not as smart as Albus, Lily’s gonna be a bloody seeker in her first year, we all know that. Rose is bloody brilliant, Victoire’s going to be an amazing healer, and you-“

Teddy’s heart jumped in surprise. He hadn’t expected his name to be mentioned.

James looked at him, eyes sad and slightly lost, “Even you he compares me to..” James sighed, looking down again, “You can do anything.”

Teddy laughed a little in disbelief, “Are you joking?”

James shot him a pained look.

“James, he doesn’t compare you to me. I’m not even a part of this family. Not really, at least.”

“Yes, you are!” James protested.

“What, so I’m dating my brother?”

“Wh- well- I-“

Teddy raised his eyebrow.

James groaned, falling sideways against Teddy, head on his shoulder, “No…”

Teddy picked up their hands and pressed a kiss to James’ fingers.

“I just-“ James bit his lip, “I just wish he could- stop. Just not compare me to anyone. I mean, I’m not them. I’m just.. not. You know?”

“Well, personally, I prefer you that way.”

James laughed a little and Teddy politely ignored the way it sounded a little watery.

Teddy tilted his head slightly so it rested atop of James, “Really James. You don’t have to worry about that. Sure, maybe Quidditch is something he wanted you to do but he’s got a daughter for that.”

James’ voice came out quiet, “Then what’s he got me for?”

“I like to believe you were put on this earth for the sole reason of only because whoever’s up there realized that Teddy Lupin needed a James Potter but…”

James snorted, turning his head into Teddy’s neck, “You are such a sap.”

Teddy grinned, “Sorry.”

He felt James press a soft kiss to the skin of his neck, “Love you, y’know that?”

Teddy squeezed James’ hand, “Yeah, I know that. I love you too, you know that?”

“Mhm..” James sighed and pressed one more kiss to Teddy’s cheek, “‘m gonna go talk to him.”

“Okay. James,” Teddy caught his wrist before he got too far away and James looked back at him.

“You’re here for whatever you want to be here for.”

James smiled softly at him, “I know.”

Teddy watched the door a few moments, then leaned back on James’ bed, waiting for him to return.

Black Sails Headcanon // How they hug you and some other comforting things (characterxreader)

Flint
It’s not really a hug but he places his hands on both of your shoulders to comfort you as he tries to look into your eyes whether you look at him or not. He tells you it’s going to be fine, how he will fix everything and make you some tea if you’d like. But if you get to give him a hug first he responds to it immediately like he’s been waiting for one for a long time.

Silver
He doesn’t really understand hugging and won’t make the first move because he’s afraid he might do something wrong. Even though he could be the one that needs it even more than you, there’s nothing selfish about his hug and he makes sure you are okay by not letting go before you do. After, he asks if he can get you anything or if you need anybody killed.

Billy
When he gives you a hug to comfort you, he tries to cover you as much as he possibly can with his embrace. His hands are stretched all across your back and he will place his chin on top of your head if he can. You feel like he would probably wrap his legs around you as well if you let him. To make you really feel safe he will pull in every person passing by to join the hug. Usually it’s Ben Gunn and he’s just being very careful trying not to crowd you overmuch.

Max
She cups your face in her hands the second she sees that something is not right and she will pull you into a hug right there and then not caring who is there to see it because in that moment you are all that matters. She calmly explains to you how she will take care of you and how everything will be better tomorrow. She doesn’t let her voice break from the soothing kind tone as she takes you to her room and stays there with you as long as is needed.

Eleanor
She is very careful not to say or do anything that might make you feel worse and for that reason she doesn’t really know what to do. But if she ever sees you being sad or hurt she will march over to you and pull you in for a hug without even thinking about it. She clings to your shoulders and lets you bury your face in her neck. If you want to be left alone she will make everybody leave the room and she will bring you as many pillows and blankets as you need. She tells you how she will use her shotgun to blast a hole in the next person who tries to hurt you.

Charles
He makes sure nobody will come to disturb you when he’s comforting you by having men outside the door on watch. He sits next to you and makes you lean your back against his chest as he strokes your hand or your hair. Whatever it takes, he tries to make you forget the thing that was making you feel down and he will suggest having a sword fight with him or sailing to a nearby island you’ve not visited before.

Anne
Even though she doesn’t get to your personal space, she lets you know she’s there for you with compassionate looks. She will also let you hold her hand and she will sit next to you until you feel better. If anybody is trying to approach you with anything but love, she jumps up in front of you to be your bodyguard. If you ask for a drink she will get somebody else to fetch it for you so she doesn’t have to leave your side.

Jack
Jack hugs you casually whether you’re feeling down or not. Sometimes it’s a pat on the back and other times he pulls you so close he can rest his head on your shoulder. He’s overall very touchy in the most purest way - like he will tap you on your shoulder or pull your sleeve to get your attention, or when he’s handing you a bottle or a glass he places his hand over yours to make sure you won’t drop it.

Love or gratitude ? BTS Jimin (M) chap 03

“pairing: JIMIN X  reader y/N

                  ft Yoongi

Genre: angst/smut/ best friend

M= mature contents

summary: what will you do when all of sudden you find your self getting married to someone used to be your best friend’s lover just because he turned to be a father !!!

masterlist

chap 01

chap 02


Originally posted by mvssmedia


note i remember the first time i wrote for chimchim was for my bestie , it was a great experience check it out if you’d like  why he read my diary

good luck for tomorrow @pinkrima

**chap 3 Accident !


Min yoongi pov

it’s been three months now and finally y/N was getting better i really don’t want to remember any of that bad days after she found out about her ex-best friend pregnancy even she tried hard to be strong she would never hide of me -me her best friend

Keep reading

Who Am I? Part Four

Summary: Some scientific research into your reactions. 

Warning: This is an A/B/O, Rape/Non-con, while not a super graphic chapter I think at the end you will understand why I still included this warning.  A little bit of smut

Steve X Reader 

Tags: @divadinag @ariwolff14 @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes @marauderice @el-bucky @kellyn1604 @negan–is–god @theariel85            .

Part One                           Part Two                       Part Three   


                His hand rubbed small circles on the back of your neck.  You curled into him, your feet resting on the couch.  With a smile glued to your face you let out a sigh of happiness.  

               “I didn’t hurt you?”  Steve placed a kiss on the top of your head.

               “No.” You shook your head. “I feel much better now.”

Keep reading

2

I was being such an adult today and I got my jobs done and I bought a fitted sheet. and then when I got home, I realized I’d bought a queen by mistake. So I went back and returned it and bought a double and got home and put it on and uh.. it turns out my bed’s a queen.

so really who even needs sheets? who cares. i live in a giant broken pot in the town square i dont need sheets