i found a better one sorry

cultural differences: country vs city

One of my coworkers lost her mother this week, and my team is sending flowers and a card to the memorial. I’ve been collecting messages from the office in rural Virginia to add to said card. No one in the rural office has seen anyone else’s message – they’ve been sent to me individually via email – so I’ve noticed something interesting:

Sympathy messages from my fairly urban office:

Some variation of “thinking of you” or “sorry for your loss” with first name signature

Sympathy messages from rural office:

Some variation of “you’re in my prayers” with first and last name signature

There’s no particular point to this observation – I’m not making fun or insisting that one method is better than the other – but I found the shared difference in social grief tactics interesting.

jaegeronice  asked:

Hiya! I'm fairly new to posting BNHA stuff scenarios and stuff, and I found your blog very wonderful! Could I request a scenario where Bakugou's crush has a second quirk rather than their fighting one, that gives them cat/bunny ears (you decide) plus a tail when they're embarrassed or scared? So when they get trapped in a room together he notices this? Sorry if it's a bother...

IT’S NOT A BOTHER ! Hope you like it. I originally did the first one better but my draft didn’t save so I had to rewrite it :)


“ Shit! We’re locked in! ” Katsuki complained as he wiggled the doorknob. Katsuki kicked it and thrashed around the room with his quirk. “KATSUKI CALM DOWN YOU’RE GONNA DESTROY THE PLACE!” You panicked. “Let’s calm down for a minute.” Though, you can’t stay calm either. First of all, you’re locked in a U.A classroom. Secondly, there’s a thunderstorm out there and you hate them. It scares the shit out of you. Third of all, the time you went here was just all for nothing.

“Hey, are the others coming?” You swung your legs from the chair. Katsuki scratched his hair. “They better fucking hurry.” Tonight was the night U.A classrooms are open for the whole night to make up work. Too bad you and Katsuki didn’t know that it was canceled. Meanwhile on the other end, Aizawa walked along the hallways to make sure that all the classrooms were locked. He wiggled every doorknob to find that one certain doorknob was unlocked. You know what he did? He locked it. Aizawa didn’t feel like actually exerting energy and walked away.

“Fuck this shit.” Katsuki banged against the door. BOOM You jolted. BOOM “kya…” You whimpered. “Kya? What the hell is kya— what the literal fuck.” He turned to see you sprout cat ears and tail. “W-what?” You asked embarrassed. Katsuki started laughing at the sight of you. “Shut the fuck up Katsuki.” You hid your tail and ears. “No but seriously, I think it’s pretty fucking cute.” That comment alone from Katsuki was enough to make you blush. “Really?” He nodded. “Awww, Katsuki!” You pounced on him and immobilized him in a tight hug. “Y-yeah yeah.” Katsuki blushed as he hugged you back. “Second quirk?” You nodded this time in response. He smirked. “That’s fucking sexy.” You playfully smacked him. “Don’t say that you dingwad.”

“Maybe this experience ain’t so fucking bad.”

Let’s take a moment to appreciate how much fucking LOVE there is in Star Wars and how fast it happens but how REAL it feels, how PRECIOUS it is

So I’m a very, very shippy person, and I ship a lot of stuff in Star Wars hard but I want to take a moment to appreciate how friendships form in these amazing movies. 

Let’s start with a New Hope. 

Here is Han Solo. 

All he wants is to be a grumpy smuggler with one trustworthy, hairy friend and no debts and no worries. 

Is that so much to ask?

Hahaha, yes, sir. Yes it is.

Because here is this goddamn FARM kid who is naive and idealistic and believes SO HARD in doing the right thing and is so disappointed in how jaded Han is

and also this sassy, rude, intelligent BRAT of a princess who has lost everything but still believe so much in their pointless rebellion and she’s also so very disappointed in how jaded he is

and he wants so much to just walk away, but he CAN’T because even though he’s known them for A DAY they are in his head and they’re in his heart, and fuck it, he comes back and helps them save the day (and so many days after) and they are SO HAPPY

BEAUTIFUL. FREAKIN BEAUTIFUL. 

Then there’s FORCE AWAKENS. 

Where we have this guy who about to get executed, but at the last minute he’s saved by a guy who desperately wants to escape, because he doesn’t want to be a weapon. He’s dressed like the enemy, but he says it’s a rescue.

And even though Poe has suffered so much torture at the hands of these people he’s just like OKAY I TRUST YOU LET’S FUCKING DO THIS

and then they’re escaping he realizes those bastards never even gave his savior a NAME and he’s like:

THAT IS SOME BULLSHIT, YOU DO HAVE A NAME, IT IS FINN. I AM NAMING YOU FINN AND YOU ARE MY BUDDY. THAT COOL? 

And Finn is like YES, YES IT IS. 

But then it’s NOT cool because things go wrong and he tries really hard to save Poe but there IS no Poe and all there is a jacket, but he takes it, because even though it was so brief, they had this CONNECTION , and he wants to remember this brave man who gave him a name and got him OUT of hell

But then, OMG.

THERE IS POE. 

THERE IS FINN.

HE IS ALIVE!!! HE’S HERE!  

AND IT’S TIME TO SHAMELESSLY RUN ACROSS A CROWDED BASE AND LEAP INTO EACH OTHERS ARMS BECAUSE WTF WE ARE BOTH ALIVE AND WE’VE FOUND EACH OTHER AGAIN, aND YOU COMPLETED MY MISSION! 


YOU ARE A GOOD MAN AND YOU ARE MY BUDDY.

HAVE MY JACKET AND MY HEART (oh fuck I did a shipping thing sorry I’ll stop now)

SO PURE. 

Now.

Let’s go back to that grumpy smuggler. 

Sadly because of reasons he has become a grumpy smuggler once again. 

BUT HE MEETS A GIRL. 

A GIRL WHO IS SMART AND BRAVE AND ADORABLE AND CAN FLY HIS SHIP? 

BUT ALSO SHE IS A SAD, LOST, LONELY PUPPY AND HE’S KINDA SAD AND LOST TOO.

SO EVEN THOUGH HE’S KNOWN HER FOR ONE DAY HE BETTER GIVE HER A DAD OFFER JOB OFFER. 

Grumpily.

And last but not least (THERE IS NO LEAST, EVERYTHING IS AMAZING) we’ve got Finn and Rey

They start off a little rocky because of misunderstandings 

And also, explosions

but 20 minutes later…

they are BFFs and SO FUCKING DELIGHTED with each other

And they kinda get pulled in different directions for a second because they’ve both got SOME SHIT going on, but the SECOND he realizes she’s in danger, it’s NOPE. I WILL GO TO THE LAST PLACE IN THE GALAXY I WANT TO BE FOR YOU. I WILL RISK EVERYTHING. 

AND I WILL GET YOU BACK BECAUSE A LEGIT DAY AGO WE DIDN’T HAVE FAMILIES BUT NOW WE DO. 

I just love them all so much. I’m so happy they found each other. MY HEART. 

bad | 01

 He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by thesoshisone

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: romance, smutish, fluff

WORDS: 2 506

WARNINGS: badboy!jungkook, cussing, mature

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A/N: if people like this, I’ll make another part. it won’t be a long series, though. this will probably be cliché af. but please, pretty pretty pretty please tell me what you think. THANKS.

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grvssi  asked:

this one is for alex directly: how does it feel knowing that your words have changed lives for the better? i found your band 9 years ago when my dad died and everything since then has been so much easier to get through. thank you. i have your words tattooed on my arm forever and it reminds me i'm alive and well every single day.

Sorry to hear about your dad, but I’m really glad our music could help you through. 

And to answer your first question it feels amazing. It’s really surreal being told that sometimes.

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Tom Hiddleston as Captain James Conrad in new trailers for Kong: Skull Island

x & x

How I do my Study Schedule

So this is the most efficient way I’ve found to create a study schedule. I’m sure I’m not the first one to use this method, but these are my pictures. Sorry if I couldn’t be more of a perfectionist when it comes to the aesthetics of it all cuz i’m really busy right now now! let’s begin.

1. Write a task list

write down in a random piece of paper (you can throw out later or not) every little study task, assignment, etc. you need to do for the time you want to schedule.

make the tasks as detailed as you possible can so you can get a better grasp of what you actually have to do. 

You can do as many sheets as you feel comfortable, I did a bunch because I’m trynna do the most for my exams.

2. Fit your tasks in your calendar

Depending on the time you have to complete all your tasks, divide them day by day or week by week. That’s why it’s great to start early, cuz the sooner you start, the less you have to do each day.

The less you have to do each day, the more likely you are to stick to the plan.

e.g: have 20 tasks to do in 10 days. That means 2 tasks a day.

It’s crucial that you manage your time wisely. Some tips for not overscheduling:

  • be super duper realistic, even if you feel kinda bad. Just because you want to finish that task in 30 minutes, doesn’t mean you’ll do it. some things take time and you know it, you’ve probably worked enough to know how long your usual study tasks take you.
  • if you have absolutely no idea, schedule a day (per week if you can)for catch up. All the tasks you couldn’t finish during the week go to that day.
  • If you end up doing everything that week, just skip the catch up day and continue with your schedule.

2.1. Write everything down

Write down in a separate piece of paper or your planner the tasks for each day. Doesn’t have to look pretty. The big list looks scary and the division day by day or week by week should make you feel much better. I have 8 weeks till exams so I divided by week.

3. Make stuff look pretty now

If you don’t have a weekly planner you don’t have to, just get a random notebook or your bujo, your prettiest post its & washi, or just your pens and start making daily spreads so you can check your tasks more easily, copying from that previous messy spread. Make it as spaced as possible, I made a spread per week.

You don’t have to make all of your spreads at once, I did the first 2 weeks. After a while you can always go back to that messy spread and continue your planning, adjust what you need.

4. Daily planning

If you want to make 100% sure you are managing your time well, get a daily planner if you can, doesn’t have to be brand. This one has half an hour time blocks from 8 to 21, but there are tons out there, cheap ones too.

I colour code each of my subjects, and some other important tasks like exercise and reading.

I start by marking my meal times first.

Then any events. That day I only had swimming practice, I would also mark class the days I have it.

Finally, you are left with all the time of the day to complete your tasks. Fill time to complete each task. Make sure you give yourself plenty of breaks, not too many, not too little. With practice it’ll come easier to you.

If you fail, wich will happen at some point, don’t give up, keep learning from your mistakes and schedule accordingly to what feels better to you. Everyone’s different.

So, if something doesn’t go as planned, push your tasks to your catch up day, and try your best to be as disciplined as possible.

(For self discipline tips, check this post)

Hopefully that was helpful guys! Go rock your schedule, I know you can do it!

I Found You.

Prompt: (Soulmate AU) Pain demands to be felt. Sometimes by more than one.

“Wow, look at you, Mr. Cranky. What’s up?” Blaise greets Draco too cheerfully in a gloomy London Monday morning.

“Shut it, Zabini. It’s too early to deal with your shits.” Draco snaps.

“Whoa, okay, something is clearly wrong. Wanna share?” Draco almost snaps for the second time in the morning, but the concern in Blaise’s eyes softens his cranky side.

“It’s nothing, just woke up this morning and sore all over the place.”

“Soulmate things?” Draco only nods. “I hate this thing you know, I mean one day we live for 21 years and the next second we’re being tied to this one particular person which is a pain in the ass because we have to share their pain.”

“Well, you have exactly 21 years to fool around. It’s your fault to waste it. And by the way, you don’t have to search for your soulmate, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I would give my life to stop worrying while waking up with cuts all over my body. Thank you very much.”

“Good luck finding that klutz of your life. I’ll wait for the invitation.” Draco finally can grin for the first time in that morning before taking his ordered coffee, and leave the small coffee shop.

*

Draco Malfoy always wonders about his soulmate. On the day he turned 21, there was suddenly bruises on his ribs. He couldn’t sleep that day, worrying whether the person he is being tied to will survive the day or not, as more bruises and cuts kept coming. He relaxed once he can feel the repeated stinging pain of needle on the corner of his eyebrow. That day never stops, and Draco never stops worrying, even after one year of that dreadful night.

Now that he’s 22, he already can control his emotions. Some days he’s worried sick inside his office as the pain just keeps resonating over and over, but some other days, like today, he only feels irritated as he woke up with tenderness all over his body. He sometimes feels grateful that his job won’t cause the person on his other end any more pain than they needs to endure, but most days he feels so irritated that he cuts himself on purpose to upset the other person. Being a healer is very safe when you know what you’re doing.

Sometimes he wonders what kind of job that his soulmate has, but nowadays he’s certain that it must be resonating with the word “Auror” or anything similar to that. Nothing can cause more pain than being in that bloody department of the ministry. Unfortunately not once he found the injured Auror that belongs to him. Not yet.

*

“Ow, fuck! Seriously, woman, blow your hot drinks before you drink it. You can at least have self preservation if not to save your soulmate tongue!” Pansy snaps to no one while drinking her ice Americano. Blaise laughs openly at that.

“It seems like I’m not the only one who has a klutz as my soulmate.”

“Yeah, she’s a klutz sometimes, not as bad as yours though.” Both Draco and Blaise stare at her in shock.

“Wh- What? She? Have you met her?” Draco asks incredulously.

“Well, no, but yesterday I felt a strong pain on my lower region, so I believe my soulmate is a she.”

“Are you sure? I mean they could get kicked in that area, or bump into something.” Pansy rolls her eyes.

“Draco, darling, I know what cramp pain feels like, so I strongly believe that she’s a girl.”

“Well, congratulation! You’re one step ahead to stop losing your mind out of worry.” Blaise says while hugging Pansy.

“Good on you, love—” Draco’s sentence is being cut by a painful blow on his stomach. Fuck. The next blow is so strong; it knocks him to his knees. His hand is tightly gripping the desk beside him while the other clutching his side stomach. The next wave of pain comes barreling through his body before his mind can catch up on how to breathe properly. He can feel the blood rushing out of his face, this pain is different. He doesn’t feel anything but pain before when this attack comes, but now he feels something else, something worse. Despair.

“Draco! Draco, can you hear me?!” Pansy’s panic voice break through his pain filled mind, but Draco can’t bring himself to answer her. He can clearly feel the despair on his soulmate bond. He can feel how the other person starts losing his will to live. No. Don’t. Please, I haven’t found you. You have to survive this one. He can hear his heavy breathing when the pain finally stops, or at least reduces to dull throbbing in his body. When he is finally aware of his surrounding, someone bursts through his office door. Pansy and Blaise, who are both kneeling beside Draco with concern eyes, suddenly glare to the nurse on the door.

“What do you want?” Pansy snaps.

“Healer Draco, there’s an emergency patient in an immediate need of surgery.” She speaks in rapid pace. Draco is still trying to catch his breathing.

“Where are the other healers? He can’t perform a surgery, right now.” Blaise asks politely.

“There are no other healers, please, he’ll die if you don’t operate him.”

“Pans, Blaise, it’s alright. I’m okay. I’ll be in the room in two minutes.” With that Draco stands up and goes to the operation room. The nurse is already there. “Just us two?”

“Just us two, the others are not available due to the recent attack on the ministry.” Draco steps into the light and freezes when he sees his patient’s face. Freckles with ginger hair. Ronald Weasley.

“Well, it really has been awhile, Weasley.” Draco performs the quite long surgery in just 4 hours, effectively removing the long painful metal from Ron’s shoulder and picking up all the scraps after he successfully undo the curse Ron has been shot with. The dull throbs never stop while he’s conducting the surgery, but nothing that he can ease with a small hiss or sharp intake of breath. Draco was just cleaning the blood on the Ron’s stitches when the surgery room’s door slams open with a force. Draco snaps at the nurse on the door, who turns out to be his apprentice/assistant. “Can’t you see that this surgery is not finished yet?! There are rules to follow, Rachel!”

“I’m sorry, Draco, I can do whatever you’re doing to that patient right now. This one is more important.” Rachel says in panic, and without permission she pulls a patient inside the surgery room. Draco’s heart drops to the floor when he sees the patient. Harry Potter is literally dripping blood to the floor. Bruises all over the place, but what concerns Draco is his split up chest that is oozing a scary amount of blood.

“Fuck, what happened to him?!”

“I don’t know, bloody Auror mission had gone wrong, probably? And this is not the worst of it.” With that Rachel show him the chunk of metal ripping through Potter’s thigh, deep enough to rip a tendon, deep enough to forbid him from running for the rest of his life. Draco sighs tiredly, why did Harry bloody Potter love to do something that will accelerate his own death? Merlin, help him.

“Uh- you, nurse over there, just bring Weasley to his room and clean him there. Rachel helps me with this one.” Draco says frantically. He cleans all the blood from Harry’s body while Rachel is already supplying the lifeless body with blood transfusion. Draco recognizes the curse from when he was forced to witness the Death Eater tortured their prisoner. It was a special signature curse from one of the Death Eater he hates the most, Dolohov. So, Harry has been dueling with Dolohov and what? Lose? A shudder rips through Draco’s spine. “How’s the other one?” Draco asks Rachel.

“The other one?”

“Yes, the other one he’s been fighting.” Draco snaps.

“Oh, yes, the other one is dead.” Oh, so he won. Thank Merlin, he won. Not in a very good shape though, he could die in a few minutes if Draco doesn’t act. Thank Merlin, Draco knows the counter curse. Draco points his wand on the open wound while muttering the incantation. His wand is rigid in his hand, his wand is not supposed to move or the incantation will fail. Apparently it’s an impossible task, because right when the spell works his chest fills with pain. Draco cries out while his knees buckle. Fuck. He tries once again with the same result. Fuck.

“Draco, what’s wrong?”

“I think you need to help me. Make sure that I don’t move, especially my wand, or else the spell won’t work.”

“Why are you in pain?”

“Apparently the counter curse hurts as much as the curse, so unless you’re doing the counter curse, I need you to help me stay still.”

“But –you’re not –but that means –your pain? –you and him?” Poor Rachel can’t even conjure a sentence.

“Yes, apparently fate has a weird way of playing with my life.” With that, Draco stands up with Rachel pointing her wand at Draco’s hand, casting spell so that his hand won’t move anywhere. After a few minutes with excruciating pain, Draco manages to close the wound on Harry’s chest.

“Alright, you have to bear the pain, Draco. I’m going to pull this metal out of his thigh.”

“Do it in one swift clean motion, or else you’ll rip whatever chance he has to run again.” Rachel points her wand at the large piece of metal. “On three. One. Two. Three.” Draco screams as the metal is being pulled out of Harry’s thigh. After that, they both finish their work on Harry Potter, releasing him to his room after his condition stabilizes in two hours.

*

Draco stays with Potter in his room after the bloody tiring surgery, catching up with the sleep he has lost over worrying for his bloody soulmate –Merlin, his soulmate is sodding Harry fucking Potter, how is that even possible? Now it’s clear why he never stops getting bruises and cut, but that can wait until later, right now a nap sounds really good.

*

Harry wakes up in a very familiar white room. Of course he’s in St. Mungo, he was barely alive when he managed to save Ron from Dolohov curse. He was very certain that he will not see another day, but here he is, lying soundlessly in a hospital bed. He feels another presence beside him, but he turns only to find a very familiar shade of blond. Malfoy. Malfoy looks so peaceful while sleeping, his head being supported by his hands on the bed, back rising slowly with each breath he takes. Somehow Malfoy looks breathtakingly innocent while sleeping, and that lures Harry in because the next thing he knows is he’s stroking the blond strands gently while willing for Malfoy to sleep a little longer.

That jinxes it though because now Malfoy is awake. Very much awake and very much confuse with Harry’s hand on his hair. Harry retracts his hand quickly, beyond embarrassed.

“How are you, Potter?” Draco asks professionally, so Harry sucks a deep breath to muster all his courage and apathy to answer him.

“Sore.” That makes Draco chuckles.

“Yeah, no wonder. The counter curse was suck, but the ripping a chunk of metal from your thigh part was a bitch.” Harry can only stares at Draco, he’s speaking in a very weird way. “Congratulation on killing Dolohov, though. Weasley is safe and sound, sleeping like a baby in the next room. Just friendly reminders though, the next time you’re getting beaten up, don’t start losing hope on living. The pain I can handle, the despair just simply makes me insane.” Draco smiles at him softly with concern in his grey orbs. “Your chest is fine, your thigh –not so much–”

“Malfoy.” Harry tries to cut his unnecessary professionalism.

“I’m afraid you have ripped your tendon, a physical therapy could–”

“Malfoy—”

“Help you to heal it faster, but—”

“Draco!” Harry finally snaps, Draco looks at Harry with annoyance.

“Stop interrupting me! You cannot run, Potter! You ripped your tendon. It will heal, but you cannot run until then. There I said my piece, stop interrupting me, Merlin. What do you want?”

“Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

“I’m not saying anything, what do you mean?”

“I’m saying about you can handle the pain. Are you saying that you’re my soulmate?” Harry asks exasperatedly. Draco’s face goes with recognition.

“Oh, that, yeah. I thought we already established that by what I’m saying. What you need prove?” Draco doesn’t wait for an answer; he just casually cuts his finger on the paper that he brought.

“Ow! Yeah, no, stop hurting yourself, I didn’t say I need any proof, you git!”

“What? It’s just a paper cut, you usually gives me new bruises for every week.” Draco says innocently which draws Harry more and more.

“Just come here, please.” Draco stands beside his bed, but Harry needs him closer, so he pulls Draco’s white coat collar down, effectively crushing their mouths together. Their kisses are gentle, and somehow fiercely sweet. “God, I never thought I’d live to see this day. I finally find you.” Harry says between kisses.

Thank Merlin, you survived. Thank you. I found you now.


P.S. Sorry this is not a very good one. I’ll probably rewrite this in the near future.

hi there so after the OVERWHELMINGLY positive response to my last video (thank you for that by the way, it made me so happy), i decided to do another dear evan hansen song! so here’s a lil snippet of me singing and playing all the parts to “You Will Be Found” :) i hope ya like it

ps the app makes it sound better with headphones

Asks are open. BUT... New rules!

// Here’s the deal… I have a lot of asks. I’ve been trying to get to them all, but to no avail, I’ve just been picking random ones out of my inbox. I feel horrible about this because I’m picking out of the most recent questions– Which means the questions people asked maybe a few weeks ago are being neglected.

// All week I’ve been trying to think of a way to give people a better chance to get their questions answered without said questions getting lost in a sea of other questions, and I… Think I found a way?

// So, I’m going to wipe the ask box entirely for one! (Which I feel horrible doing sorry if your question never got answered sob)

// And then I’m going to open the ask box on weekends (Friday-Sunday) to let you all submit your questions. After that, I’m going to choose only five for the week. All the other questions are going to be deleted for the sake of my sanity, sorry.

// If your question isn’t answered over the week, you’re welcome to pop into the ask box next time it opens and ask again.

// Sound good? I hope so. I’m slowly but surely figuring this out, thanks for sticking with me.

summersaltturn  asked:

Humour me, Em: Derek wearing reading glasses on the tip of his nose like an old man.

This is 8000% canon. No one will ever convince me otherwise. 

Bonus points if Derek only wears them because they fit his post crazy-shit-keeps-happening-to-me “reading aesthetic”. 

“Who actually reads Les Misérables in Spanish, Derek? IT WAS PUBLISHED IN FRENCH!” (Comment by Stiles Stilinski, the forever baffled.)

“I read every classic in at least three different languages. I like to compare and contrast.” (Reply by Derek Hale, the frustratingly, arousingly smug. Disclaimer: these descriptors were in no way influenced or suggested by one Stiles Stilinski.)

At least, that’s the sorry excuse Derek begrudgingly tells everyone because he couldn’t come up with a better one. In reality, he found out Stiles has a thing for guys in glasses and well….Derek isn’t so good with the words and the wooing…so glasses it was. Despite the werewolf vision…which the glasses actually dull. FML.

The Alleyway Rescue

Request: FBAWTFT Credence request please and thank you? Reader sees Credence being harassed and steps in to protect him?“

Word Count: 1,701

Pairing: None

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


New York’s alleys house the nastiest of people in the big city. The very kind of people that will sneer at you with their toothy grin as you walk past, spitting at your feet when you turn your gaze away, and occasionally follow you until you dip into a shop and hide among the crowd. Some shout vulgar words at women. Others beckon you forward into the dark path and to whatever harm awaits. Alleys never contain any good, which is why you decided within the first week of moving to New York to never look in the creeping shadows.

You stick true to this vow today as you walk to your grocery store. The sidewalk is surprisingly full today, but you don’t have to shove anyone to the side the entire way. Unusual but nice.

The door to the grocery store swings open and a wave of various smells – from fresh lettuce to the bread the bakers makes every morning. – wash over you. You step inside with a smile and pick up everything on your list.

By the time you’re walking back outside the door and into the stench that is New York, your small bag is bursting with loaves of bread, herbs, snacks, drink mixes, and other ingredients. Satisfied with the price and pleased with the cloudless sky, you decide to wander around the city and explore the area.

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Kagerou Daze Manga - Chapter 49: Lost Daze/Days I

ロストデイズ I

Comic GENE 4月 issue (read right to left)
Manga by: Satou Mahiro
Original by: Jin (Shizen no Teki-P)
Character Designs by: Shidu, Wannyanpuu

Disclaimer: Only the scanning of the pages belong to me.

Finally the Snake of the “Clearing’s” form have been revealed!!! And within that sinister grasp, Momo…!!

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We have all got off Jin’s No Chill Train for the Feels Train.

I can’t believe this chapter update left me anxious once I received the notification that my copy of Comic Gene arrived. And true, no deaths, but still…blood and Kido’s dead body T_T

Seriously, feels time. Enjoy!

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Valentine's Day with Fred would include...

• Him pretending he forgot at first
• Because he found it funny when you looked at him expectedly
• “Sorry babe, I genuinely forgot! I haven’t got you anything.“
• Being low-key pissed off with him
• Until he brings out a giant bouquet of your favourite flowers
• The smile on your face being so wide
• Handing you a bag of sweets
• "These better not be Weasley products.”
• Him laughing nervously
• "Okay don’t eat the purple ones.“
• "Or the red ones.”
• "Or the blue ones.“
• "You know what, just let me take that from you.”
• Starting a food fight in the Great Hall
• For no reason except people were being too lovey dovey
• Escaping before being hit with food yourselves
• "You’re crazy!“
• "All part of my charm, love.”
• Sneaking into Snape’s office to “decorate” it a little
• "The old git needs some love in his life.“
• Staring at the pink decorations
• Trying not to laugh
• Running back to the common room before you’re caught
• "Well that was fun.”
• Sitting on the couches in the Gryffindor common room
• Basking in the heat of the fire
• "You know Y/n, I don’t say this enough but you’re wicked hot and I love you.“
• "Why thank you. I love you too.”
• Talking for ages
• About literally anything you can think of
• "I got you one last gift.“
• Smiling happily
• "You didn’t have to!”
• "Well, you’re mine, aren’t you? Got to show it in some way.“
• Bringing out the one thing you’ve been wanting for as long as you can remember
• "You are the best boyfriend ever!”
• "I try.“
• So many kisses
• Long cuddles
• Constant "I love you"s

Attention.

Could you do something about George and the reader is visiting the burrow and he keeps bugging her because he has a crush on her but she doesn’t know

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(Y/n) POV:
We all sit around the Gryffindor table for the eating dinner. Smiles, laughs, and gossip was of course flying around the room. Suddenly an own flies in the room and drops a letter right into my food. “Another howler (y/n)?” George asks laughing. “Not this time.” I say laughing and opening the letter.

Dear (y/n)
Your father and I have recently found out your sister is stuck in a rut in New York. These muggles don’t understand how to get around and one hit your sister’s car! Sadly you’ll have to stay at hogwarts for break. I’m sorry dear I know you wanted to spend Christmas and make your cake this year, but I promise next year will be 1000 times better. Your father and I will pay you a visit soon though. Good luck with school dear, and don’t forget we love you.

Sincerely mum and dad

I slump my head on my hand and read the note again. “Way to go sissy.” I roll my eyes. “What’s wrong love?” George asks with a long face. “My sister got stranded in New York so now I can’t go home for Christmas.” I say playing with my food.

I see Fred slightly nudge his brother. George looks confused then smiles with delight. “Come home with us for Christmas. Mum would love to see you! She hasn’t seen you in a year!” Fred says with a smile. “I couldn’t guys. I don’t want to intrude.” “Nonsense!” The twins say. I smile and hug them both. “You guys are the best.” They laugh as I pull away, and I swear I could see a little blush dancing on George’s cheeks.

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Today’s the day! I get to go over to the Burrow for Christmas. I get my trunk onto the train and spend the entire time joking with Fred and George. Though George seems a bit off. A bit quiet actually. That’s not normal.

When we get off the train I run to molly hugging her. “Ah (y/n)! I haven’t seen you in forever! So grown up! My gosh!” She yells over dramatically.

As we get to the warm and cozy crooked house I smell. “Aww having flashbacks (y/n)?” Fred asks laughing. “I like the one where you fall off your broom.” George laughs. “Thanks for catching me by the way.” I wink playfully making George’s face heat up. What is up with him? George then bucks up and trips me as I goes up the stairs. “George!” “Oh sorry love. I just couldn’t help watching you fall for me.” I roll my eyes and get up.

For the rest of the day George kept pinching me, tripping me and just completely bugging me. Attention deprived much?

At dinner we all eat the wonderful meal Mrs. Weasley cooks and then it’s off to bed. Molly let me sleep in the boy’s room because she knows how close we all are. I sit my bag down on the floor and get out my pajamas and shower supplies. “I’m off the shower boys.”

As I make my way out the door I hear them giggling and looking at me. “What?” I ask with a smirk. “Oh nothing. Nothing. Just something Georgie said is all.” Fred says getting a shove from George. I roll my eyes forgetting it for now, and going into the bathroom.

I toss and turn on the cot trying to find a comfortable position, but something keeps running in circles in my mind. George.

I sit up and scoot over to Fred’s bed. I shake him slightly. “Psst. Freddie wake up.” He rolls over and mumbles. “Ugh you’re so difficult!” I groan and hold his nose shut. After a second or two his eyes open and he sits up. “Bloody hell (y/n)! Thought I was drowning!” I giggle and stand up. “Come here.” I say walking towards the door. “What?” “Questions later Fredric now come on.” I pull him up and out of the room to the downstairs.

We sit on the couch Fred looking around in the dark. “Not that I don’t love spending time with my best friend, but it’s 2:46 in the morning.” “Yeah I know, but I just have something to ask you.” “About what?” “George.” I say causing Fred to smile in the dark.

He crosses his arms and smiles. “Finally coming around huh? It’s been long enough. Poor mate having to wait all this time.” I look at him confused. “I’m sorry what?” Fred face goes blank. “Guess jumping to conclusions is what I’m best at. What about George?” “He’s been acting differently. Blushing, getting a little jumpy. I’m just wondering what’s going on with him.” Fred smirks. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. He’ll tell you everything tomorrow morning.” Fred laughs as he goes back up to the room.

In the morning I change and hop down the steps going straight into the kitchen. “Molly could I make a cake for Christmas? I was going to for my family, but I’m obviously not there.” “Of course dear! More food the merrier!” She laughs and starts putting breakfast out.

One by one the Weasley’s come down and eat breakfast…but no George. “Where’s your brother?” Molly asks. Fred smirks at his food. “Asleep.” He says chewing on pancakes. “Oh that boy. (Y/n) will you go wake him up please?” I nod and make my way up to George’s room.

I knock on the door waiting for an answer. Yet when I don’t get one I just open the door and strut in. I look over to George’s bed and see him cuddled up in his blanket.

I walk over to him and shake him slightly. “George. Breakfast is ready.” He opens his eyes and looks at me for a second. “You okay Georgie?” I laugh and try to turn away until he grabs my arm.

I look back at him and scrunch my eyebrows together. “You okay George?” He pulls my arm making me fall on the bed with him.

He pushes my hair out of my face and smiles. “Godric you’re beautiful.” I laugh uncomfortably trying to get up. “Oh can I please kiss you (y/n)? Please?” He breaths and sits up trying to get to my lips.

Not that I’m complaining, but he doesn’t seem like himself. “Kiss me (y/n).” George says. I stare at him. I can’t stand it anymore. I smash my lips against his and he immediately responds.

He flips us over so he’s on top. George runs his lips down my neck biting in places making marks. “George.” I moan out arching up.

Then I realize what I’m doing. “George.” He groans and grinds against me. “George.” “What is it love?” “We have to stop.”

He looks at me with sad eyes. “Why?” I get out from under him and stand up fixing my clothes. “George. Breakfast is ready.” George stands up and grasps my hips. “Well I’m hungry for something other than mums hot cakes.” He kisses up my neck and grips my hips. “George. Stop.”

He pulls away with sad eyes again. “I love you…” “George you’re really not being yourself.” I try to go downstairs but he pulls me to him. “I’ve loved you since 2nd year (y/n). Honest to Godric.”

I look him in the eyes and see something. A slight pink sparkle. I sigh and shake my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I say under my breath and run down the steps. “Fred!” I scream and end up chasing him around the table with George trying to catch me.

I get caught in George’s arms and Fred laughs. “A spell? Really?” I groan and try to get at Fred. “Oh relax. He’s not acting. The spell makes you truthful. Stronger than the potion actually.” Fred states in a matter of fact tone.

George tries to kiss me again, but I wrestle him to the couch. “Well get him off of it.” “Do you want him to remember what he said?” Fred asks with a smirk.

“Yes. Fred please!” George yells with a lovely smile as he stares at me. “My pleasure.” Fred waves his wand and George stops struggling.

I look down at him and see him looking up at me. I raise up off him and continue to stare at him. “(Y/n)…I’m-” “I love you too.” I say. George smiles and kisses me.

Kiddie Lunch Boxes

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you know the name of this fan-fiction I was trying to find. It's a modern soulmate au where whatever you draw on your skin shows up on you're soulmates skin . It starts off with either Clarke or Bellamy waking up ( pretty sure it's Clarke) and has a dick drawn on her forehead. They start to talk to each other by writing on each other's skin without ever meeting but It ends with Clarke and Bellamy meeting weeks later at a party and they kiss

We found this one: i don’t even know if you exist and yet i crave you.

mariiiesimonsen said: ‘Hi, I’m looking for two fics; The first one is about Clarke being sick and she ends up dying. I’m pretty sure it’s in verse and the first line goes something like this: Clarke Griffin dies on a wednesday. The day wasn’t significant but the woman was. The other one is definitely in verse. I’m pretty sure it’s 2 chapters. Bellamy’s just gotten out of Mount Weather and he’s injured or sick or something like that. Clarke goes on a mission without telling him and he gets really upset. Thank you!’

The first fic is To The Stars, but we can’t seem to find the second fic - sound familiar to any of our followers?

ebbnfloww said: ‘are there any fics where Kane confronts Bellamy about his feelings for Clarke? / in light of all the recent scenes of Kane noticing Bellamy being connected to Clarke a prompt for Kane confronting Bellamy about his feelings for Clarke :)’

These fics may be what you’re looking for! 

Anonymous said: ‘Hi! I’m looking for this slow burn, future fic, where Clarke is in a coma towards the end and they never told each other how they feel & I’m pretty sure it’s told through different points of views¿ I’ve looked in some of your tags and can’t seem to find it, I totally forget the name but I’ve reread it a couple times 😂’

We couldn’t find this one - maybe our followers have heard of it? 

Anonymous said: ‘do u have any like shakespeare au’s like Hamlet?? or maybe Romeo and Juliet ??’

No based-on AUs for Shakespeare, but we do have some fics that are inspired by/center around Shakespeare-related things:

Anonymous said: ‘Hoping you magical amazing bellarke wizards can help me find this fic. It was a long one shot where either the jobi nuts or mushrooms (can’t remember which) get eaten by Clarke during 1x08 and Bellamy doesn’t eat them…but instead of making them hallucinate it makes Clarke incredibly aroused but at first she just thinks she has a fever or something and Bellamy has to make her feel better and they realize skin-to-skin helps. TY ILY xoxoxo’

We believe that fic is I just don’t know what to do with myself.

Anonymous said: ‘Any fics where the delinquents are beating on when clarke and bellamy will get together ?? thank you !’

We found this one in our archives, and take a look through our bets tag and games tag to possibly find some more! 

Anonymous said: ‘Hey, know of any good orchestra AUs? :)’

We found these two:

Anonymous said: ‘Are there any Bellarke Twister (the movie) AUs? Thank you :)’

We couldn’t find any, sorry!