i gave myself feels ):

Has anyone looked at all the instagrams that Seb follows?

Because there’s people, but then there’s inspirational quotes??? And the NASA and the international space station??? A fucking instagram that’s just adorable lions and tigers doing adorable big cat things???? Fucking movie facts and art masterpieces????????

What the fuck man, I’m just trying to live my life over here and he’s attacking me with this adorable ass bullshit?? Enough is enough! Let me rest in peace you precious bastard!

4

We put the good in the good in the good life
We put the bad in the past, now we alright.

dozing off.

Cassian (& Nesta) Headcannon

This got a bit…. long

Concept:

•Cassian, with his 500 years of living, has picked up how to play some musical instruments out of curiosity
•BUT, he’s never really played in front of or for anyone
•His favorite instrument is definitely the piano
•He just- he loves the way the chords flow together and the sounds that resonate in a room even after he’s stopped pressing down on the keys
•He loves to lose himself in the notes; to let everything in him be consumed by the way music affects him so intensely
•So one day, Cass is in the House of Wind or something when everyone else is gone doing their own thing
•He’s wandering around and just so happens to walk past one of his favorite rooms, where his beloved piano is bathed in golden sunlight in this open, airy balcony, music room type of thing
•And his fingers twitch as his side, yearning to create melodies long since suppressed, considering he hasn’t played in what seems like forever
•So he gently crosses the room and sits down on the bench; runs a hand lovingly across the lid of his piano before placing his fingers tentively on the ivory keys
•And with a deep breathe to calm his nerves, he begins to play
•It’s messy at first; years of not playing has caused his brain to muddle his usual technique, but he still continues, pushing on
•Slowly, slowly, the notes start to come out smoother
•Memories and notes come back to him in waves; his fingers dancing across the keys in excitement, having almost forgotten how good it feels to release his emotions and craft them into something beautiful
•He remembers now, why he started learning to play piano in the first place
•He remembers: a younger Cassian wandering around Velaris, centuries ago, and hearing something that stopped him in his tracks
•It was music- a type he’d never heard before; music that burrowed itself in his skin and settled along his bones
•So he followed that sound, coming to a shop with its door open, and peered in to see an older woman sitting at a piano bench
•He watched her for a few moments, losing himself in the movement of her hands- how intricate the chords seemed to be, and he wanted it so bad- wanted to know how to create something as breathtaking as that
•So after her musical piece came to an end, he approached her, swallowing his pride to get out the following breathless words, “Can you- can you teach me?”
•From then on, he would go to that little shop to be taught the ways of the massive instrument
•She taught him & he learned to know which pedals to push and how long to hold each note; how to build a piece higher and higher until the crescendo shattered into existence, all from the tips of their fingers
•Eventually, when he was quite advanced in learning and playing after months of practice, the woman told him that her job was done, all that was left was for him to create his own music instead of learning hers
• “You have so much inside of you,” she had said, gently pressing a palm to his heart. “You must take all those deeply buried feelings and let them out. Forge them into something useful, something that brings you peace instead of turmoil. You must understand that music is your companion, it will be there when all else is lost. Don’t forget to share your burdens, your happiness, your sorrow, with the one thing that will never betray you.” With that, she had taken the hand that was still on his chest and placed it on her magnificent piano, letting her own memories sweep her into an inviting embrace as Cassian quietly left for the day
•A few weeks later, as Cassian was making his way back to the old lady’s piano shop for a visit, he walked in to find the place empty- all except the piano they had played on together for hours on end
•And as he made his way over to the instrument, he found a note laying on top of it saying, “She is now yours, and she is your friend. Treat her well.”
•Cassian has never seen her again, but the memory of her will live on with him for as long as he’s alive
•So now, he is currently sitting still at the House of Wind, having lost himself in the memories of his earlier life, and he just - starts crying
•Like, it hits him so hard and he misses the old woman who taught him how to play and he wants to go back to the time where everything was not quite so hectic; before Amarantha and the King of Hybern and all the wars that he has fought in
•He wants to go back to the time where his soul wasn’t so heavy, even though he has never experienced a time where he’s been completely light hearted
•Not until her
•With that thought, his silent tears instantly slow until they stop
•Nesta
•When he’s with her, everything seems so simple
•Although she’s a pain in the ass a lot of the time, he wouldn’t have it any other way
•He recalls a past conversation with Rhysand, where his brother had confessed to him that when Feyre and him had first gone to the Summer Court, Feyre had told the High Lord Tarquin that, “It would be very easy to love you.” Rhys had been a wreck whenever it came to his mate (during the time she didn’t know she was his mate yet)
•But those words had stuck with Cassian for a while
•It is very, very easy to love Nesta
•With that notion, and feeling of love in his heart, he begins to play again
•But this song is slow, peaceful, and effortless
•He let’s his heart compose this piece, as his hands do the work
•The music is lovely, resembling the most cherished of his feelings
•And Cassian can’t help but memorize it; he knows it’s dedicated to his love- to Nesta
•And after this afternoon is over, and he has created the most graceful tune he has ever played, he knows he has to show her
•So when the opportunity arrives a week or two later, and Nesta & Cassian are alone, he brings her to his music room, and plays the piece he crafted for her
•And she knows, can feel it deep down in her soul, that the music he plays for her is for her ears alone
•She cherishes it, loves it, spills more than a few tears over it
•Cassian is so nervous and anxious because this is his first time showing someone this part of him, this love for piano
•But Nesta just comes over to sit next to him on the bench, and leans her head on his shoulder as she gently grabs his hand and entwines her fingers with his
•And he’s just silent, so full of happiness and he’s content and he’s proud to have a woman like Nesta in his life
•He tentively asks her, “Do you like it?”
•She turns her head to peer up at him, her eyes shining silver, “It’s perfect.”
•And the purest smile appears on his face and it just breaks her heart and mends it back together again all in the same instant and she leans in to kiss him
•And the kiss is slow and extraordinary, and it reminds them that they have the rest of their immortal lives to be with each other, and even in death they will not be separated

kevystel  asked:

viktor nikiforov as a sugar baby for praise and affection instead of money

1. did you mean canon

2. hooooollyyyyyyyyy shiiiiiit though dude just imagine victor nikiforov getting like one sixteenth of a teaspoonful of a taste of people being happy to be around him and like being an addict for life he doesn’t know what he did to make it happen but he’s going to make it happen again and again

2a. Does he need to support all of Hasetsu? does he need to let the triplets crawl all over him while wearing freshly sharpened skates? does he need to get Yuri ten gold medals and a Rolex? he’ll fuckin do it. he’ll fuckin do it three times over. he’ll eat natto and like it. he’ll buy mari all the cigarettes she wants. he’ll let his own dog sleep with the most beautiful boy in the world while victor himself is stuck in a california king he bought to share with the boy and his dog. victor is ready for anything. 

2b. i know we’ve kicked around this idea before but the thought that victor goes to hasetsu like IM GONNA FIND OUT WHAT THAT BOY LIKES AND I’LL BE THE BEST IT THERE EVER WAS I’VE SPENT TWENTY YEARS SKATING TEN HOURS A DAY IT WILL BE EASY I’M FINE IT’S FINE and then Yuri completely, accidentally, unmeaningly, manages to rip twenty years of fronting and building a person apart by telling him he doesn’t want Victor to be the best version of what Yuri wants - he wants Victor to be himself, just himself – still kills me dead. Imagine that complete total OUT OF FUCKIN CHEESE ERROR that Victor Nikiforov processed in like five eternal seconds 

3. “why would you think you need to change yourself to make me love you” says yuri katsuki, five years later, after victor confesses this in the dark of the night. “what. why. how could you. why would you do that to yourself”

“I didn’t think it mattered that much,” says victor, aware that he’s probably dooming himself to a week on the couch.

instead Yuri rolls over and pulls Victor tight into his arms, head cradled in to his chest, Victor’s nose pressed up against the dear night-smell of yuri’s skin. “don’t - you can be whoever you need to be. don’t change for me.”

“I won’t,” says victor, “I know. I don’t have to.”

good,” says Yuri.

Jealous

Inspired by the first verse of the song “Jealous” by Labyrinth. 

@inunanna @grapefruitwannabe @mustardyellowsunshine @keichanz @dreamer-of-the-wandering-suns 

for you guys.

Set during the three year separation.


Thunder rolled in the distance as the married couple settled in for the night. “It’s fixing to storm..” Sango muttered, looking worried at the noren as she tucked the twins into bed, their identical faces completely at piece for once. Sitting back on her heels, she her right hand was drawn to her pregnant belly as if my a magnet, mindlessly caressing the mound. 

Miroku sighed, setting the cast iron pot on its hook to dry. “You know how he has gotten with the rain recently.” he smiled reassuringly, trying to mask his own worry and calm his wifes. He always worried about his silver haired companion. Especially when it rained. 

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anonymous asked:

So I reading chapter 90 and just WOW!!!! Is all I have to say. I love that Deku says it can't be anyone but Kirishima. But can you explain that a little more please! But only if you have time.

The timestamp on this ask tells me I’ve been thinking about it for eight hours and right this moment I just decided, fuck it, the day after the anniversary sounds like a perfect moment to lose my shit over chapter 90 again, let’s do this

So the short answer in case you don’t have time for a trip through ninety chapters of the bnha manga is, Kirishima has with Bakugou a relationship unlike nearly anyone else, based on mutual trust and faith in each other’s strength and the firm understanding that neither of them is putting themselves above the other ever, and that made it so that in the group of people present at the moment Kirishima was the only one Bakugou would have willingly accepted help from, so that’s why it had to be him 

That’s some great foundation for a mutually respectful relationship if I’ve ever seen one and my heart weeps a lot 

BUT I said I was gonna cry about this properly so let’s do this let’s just go back to the beginning of the manga anon my pal I need you to understand why everything about that chapter has me in tears still even though it’s been a year and probably a thousand read-through’s

(this is seriously image heavy I’m so sorry oops)

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anonymous asked:

Do you have more hcs about the host? He's my absolute favorite and I just need more content with him uwu

sure! i’m still working on trying to get used to the fact that he and the author are the same person lol, but here are a few! 💛

  • his bandages fill with blood quite quickly, no matter how many times he may change them.
  • if his s/o or another ego changes it for him, the host immediately covers his eyes so they won’t see. he doesn’t want anyone else to be burdened with his horror.
  • his coat is actually a few sizes too big for him, but he loves how roomy and warm it is.
  • he talks in third person! and always refers to himself as ‘the host’ and he’s quite proud of his title.
  • he always gets so solemn whenever he walks through his library full of the books he’s written over the years. he trails his fingers along the spines and his face falls more and more, just the knowing that he won’t be able to read them anymore lingers.
  • he knows which ones are his favorites, since their pages and spines are worn down the most.
  • he’s afraid to get hair in his face, fearing strands might end up hurting his eye wounds, which is why he tends to go overboard with hair gel.
  • loves sweet tasting things. wilford always recommends him the best types of candies. currently, the hosts favorites are jolly ranchers.
  • surprisingly, the host loves playing bingo.
  • while he was the author, he had a kitten named ‘clause’ (a play on ‘claws’ and ‘clause’ like in grammar). now as the host, the cat is older but the host loves them all the same.
  • the host still has his baseball bat from when he was the author hanging above his fireplace. just in case he needs to whack someone with inspiration. 
Some Zhanyi Angst

“We should break up.”

As soon as those words left Jian yi’s mouth, Zhengxi’s head snapped to look at him. “What?”

“Break up, you know separate and stuff like that, we can go back to just being besties…Yeah we can do that.” Jian yi decided, never moving his eyes from the screen; expertly getting himself killed.

Zhengxi was dumbfounded as he tried to let the words sink in…’break up?’

As the words finally reached his brain, Jian yi was fucking breaking up with him god damn it, he quickly paused the game.

“WHAT?!” He asked loudly, trying to get his boyfriend to look at him, ‘cause a break up isn’t really on his to do list today, to look at him.

“Xixi come on, let’s just go with it.” Jian yi said, unpausing the game.

Zhengxi growled and turned off the console, grabbing Jian yi’s wrist tightly.

“Just go with it? Are you fucking kidding me Jian yi? This isn’t funny, alright, so cut the bullshit.” He fumed, his temper getting the best of him. ‘He’s keeping things from me again.’

“Do you see me laughing, Zhengxi?” Jian yi asked seriously, his eyes rapidly reddening as tears threatened to fall; but still he refused to look at his soon-to-be-or-already-ex-boyfriend knowing that if he did it would be all over.

It felt weird hearing his actual name from Jian yi’s mouth, and frankly it wasn’t at all pleasing. Zhengxi was suddenly more aware that this was really happening, it was happening fast.

“W-why? Atleast tell me why.” Zhengxi pleaded, he knew shouting and fighting with Jian yi would only cause things to get more complicated.

“Because this, us, we’re not working out.” Jian yi answered, putting emphasis on us.

“W-what? But isn’t this what you want?” Was he wrong? Was this not what Jian yi wanted all along? Did he grow tired of him? Did he find someone else? Those thoughts made Zhengxi dread Jian yi’s answer more than he already did.

“Of course I do! It’s all I ever wanted.” Jian said and for the first time since they first spoke, he looked at Zhengxi, tears freely streaming down his face.

“Then why?” Zhengxi whispered, taken aback by Jian yi’s broken, tear-filled face. His heart ached as he remembered a scene, in the rain, running from something that should have been everything. He looked the same.

“Because it’s not what you want.” Jian yi answered simply, a broken smile fitting on his face, just like months ago.

At that moment, Zhengxi felt nothing but anger and he knew he should have said something else, should have comforted Jian yi, told him he did, he does, want this; but all that came out from him was a sarcastic, “So now you know me so much that you can tell me what I do and don’t want?”

“Zhengxi you know it’s not like that,” Jian yi started but was cut off with a furious voice.

“Well maybe I don’t. Why don’t you tell me since you know so much, right?” Zhengxi growled out, letting his temper get ahead of himself again.

Jian yi sighed as he tried to get out of Zhengxi’s bruising grip, knowing that if he didn’t stop this now, there won’t be anything left of them to salvage. “Zhengxi, come on, let’s just talk about this some other time.”

“So what? You’re running away again? Running away like the fucking coward you are?” Zhengxi mocked him, remembering the countless times they danced around the subject of being together.

He knew he should really stop, he knew he was hurting Jian yi again, but God damn it he was hurt. Who does Jian yi think he is? Making decisions by himself, so fucking selfish.

“Why can’t you let it go, Zhengxi? I told you we won’t stop being friends.” Jian yi tried to reason with him as he again tried harder to take off Zhengxi’s hand, he was reaching his limit, he had to get out.

“Because I need you to tell me,” Zhengxi hissed out. “I need you to give me a reason why you’re breaking up with me.”

“I told you, we’re not working out.” Jian yi said, feeling as though the walls was suffocating him, trying to force the answers from him. He had to get out. Now.

“THAT’S BULLSHIT. JUST TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH!” Zhengxi shouted, his last thread of patience diminishing.

Just like that the dam inside Jian yi broke.

“You wanna know the fucking truth? I’m gonna give you the fucking truth. It’s because I’m hurt. Why is it that everytime we’re together, why do I feel so alone. Why do I feel like everytime I talk to you, you don’t seem to listen. Am I annoying you? Everytime I touch you, you push me away and it hurts, okay? It hurts so fucking bad because I feel like I’m forcing myself to you. I feel like i’m forcing you.” Jian yi ranted, his ragged breaths hurried as he choked on his words and tears.

“Jian yi…” Zhengxi whispered, all traces of anger gone from as his, ex? Bestfriend? He doesn’t even know anymore, break down in front of him.

“Everytime I tell you I love you, tell you I miss you, you never say them back; and that hurts. Everytime you ditch me for someone or something else, that hurts. Every fucking time I see someone else with you, someone better, someone who can give what I can’t, that fucking hurts,” Jian yi stopped to take a breath, taking Zhengxi’s distraction as a way to get his wrist free.

“And I feel so stupid because right from the start, I knew this wasn’t going to work out; but God I tried so hard for it to. I tried so hard for you; but in the end it still wasn’t enough.” He stopped again and asked. “Am I really that unlovable?”

“No Jian yi…” Zhengxi trailed off, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as well.

“So what, am I like some pity party? Just so your conscience wouldn’t feel guilty?” Jian yi asked.

“No…”

“THEN TELL ME WHY!” Jian yi shouted but continued in a much softer voice, “I can only take so much until I have enough, Zhengxi. I love you so fucking much, God knows I do, but sometimes that isn’t enough. It will never be enough unless you love me back, and I’m sorry if I can’t wait anymore. I tried my best, but I have to give up, I have to give you up; not because I want to, but because you never gave me a reason not to.” He said, looking at Zhengxi to see if there was anything, anything that would make him stay.

For a moment they stared at each other, broken gazes finding nothing but pain and guilt, until Zhengxi broke it with a soft, barely audible; “I’m sorry…”

There was finality in Jian yi’s eyes, acceptance. Zhengxi had made his decision, in a way it always had been his decision; because at the end of the day, he still didn’t love him the same way Jian yi did.

Jian yi shook his head gently and smiled at him, “I have to go.” He said then turned to leave. As soon as he was out of the door, he broke down into a broken heap, desperately trying to keep his voice down.

Zhengxi stared at the place Jian yi was only standing a few minutes ago, he did it. More like he did it again, he failed Jian yi. He should have stopped him. Told him he loved him. Told him he wasn’t letting him go. Begged him for another chance; but in the end, just like before, he didn’t do shit.

Jian yi was right, he was always right, it was all his fault. He kept on hurting him. Kept on keeping to himself. Rejecting him. Why? Because he was afraid of other’s reaction? And he called Jian yi a coward, what a fucking hypocrite he was. Jian yi deserved someone so much better.

And now, now that he realized all of this, he might never have the chance to right his wrong. Tell him wanted him. He wanted them. Tell him he does love him. So much that he’s dying right now; is this what Jian yi felt? All those years ago? Right now?

At that thought he couldn’t hold it in any longer, he broke down, crying out Jian yi’s name, just like he did in the rain, when they were running from something that should have been everything.

Guys help I gave myself feels imagining pediatric nurse Shiro _(:3」∠)_

  • Shiro who is aware he looks big and intimidating to kids so he’s always very careful to get down on their level and speak in the most calm, soothing tone he can
    • Also the colourful teddy bear scrubs he wears probably help
  • Shiro who carries around a little black kitty toy in his breast pocket named Midnight
    • When a kid is feeling especially bad he’ll sit with them and tell them all sorts of stories about Midnight’s adventures
  • Shiro who is able to turn even the most uncomfortable procedures less daunting with his calming presence and matter-of-fact approach
    • He’s always talking to the kids, explaining every step of what he’s doing and why he’s doing it so that they understand
  • When they get older kids in the hospital he sometimes allows his dark humour to peek through; a lot of the teenagers love it
  • I don’t have any more ideas atm but God he’d be so good ;A;