i have more but i'm forgetting them right now i'm so sorry

in a fashion

he tian x mo guan shan one-shot

tags: swearing, kissing (you know the game they play), set in the future, he tian and guan shan live together in domestic bliss (ha)

synopsismy train was delayed yesterday and i was bored and don’t know what this is but enjoy?


‘Someone’s been baking,’ He Tian says, pleased, tasting sugar and rosemary on Guan Shan’s lips. The apartment smells warm and sweet, a new version of home that is crafting itself out of sense, though the space is unchanged but for the suitcase at the bottom of He Tian’s wardrobe, the cooking appliances starting to fill the kitchen surface, and Guan Shan, stretched out on the sofa and flicking through a magazine.

‘Get off me,’ Guan Shan says, head turned, the kiss broken, hands a pressure on He Tian’s chest, nails pressing into the white shirt. ‘You stink of cigarettes.’

‘People at work were smoking,’ He Tian says. ‘It’s not from me.’  But he pulls away, slightly stung, unfolding himself from where he’d rested a knee and a hand on the sofa, curved himself around Guan Shan’s repose.

He’d promised he’d give it up for his health, but Guan Shan must know it’s easier said than done; he knows He Tian holds a cigarette bracketed between his fingers like a compact life-line. Something to wrap his lips around in lieu of letting words slip from his mouth.  

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if zootopia had a gag reel
  • Flash: ...9...
  • Judy: THD03.
  • Flash: ...T...
  • Judy: HD03.
  • Flash: ...H... *his gadget crashes* ...this...is...the...third...time...this...happened...
  • Judy: *groans* I need more coffee for this scene...
  • -----
  • Gideon: Baa, baa, whaddya gonna do, cry?
  • Judy: Hey! You heard-- *her police cap slips completely over her head and she trips and falls over*
  • Gideon: ...Y'all, we'd better help her out before she actually does cry.
  • ----
  • *shortly after Mr. Manchas started going feral*
  • Judy: ...Mr. Manchas...?
  • *they open the door, finding that his tail was caught between his floorboards and he was desperately trying to get it out*
  • Mr. Manchas: ...It happened again, I know!
  • Nick: ...I don't know what I expected.
  • ------
  • Nick: ...Carrots. You saved my life.
  • Judy: Well, that's what we do at ZPD--EEEEEYAGH--
  • *they start falling, but the vines had been long enough that they were cocooned and still hit the ground with a loud thud*
  • Bogo: *rushes towards them* That--wasn't part of your act, right?
  • Nick: *visibly dazed* I'm seeing quick brown foxes jumping over rabbits...
  • -----
  • Nick: *starts petting Bellwether's head* So fluffy-- *accidentally rips off a huge chunk of her wool*
  • Bellwether: ...Still typing here. Totally not noticing you just did that.
  • ----
  • Bogo: ...You're fired.
  • Judy: What? Why?
  • Bogo: Insubordination!
  • Judy: *holds back laughter* S-sorry--I just can't--the word "insubordination" is just too funny--
  • Bogo: *looks at the camera* This is the fifteenth take. I cannot work like this--I'll be in my trailer--
  • ------
  • Judy: No, I am a cop. And I'm on the Emmitt Otterton case, and my evidence puts him in your car. So intimidate me all you want, I'm going to-- *sneezes at Mr. Big*
  • Mr. Big: ...It's all right. Many an animal gets the sniffles here.
  • -----
  • Judy: ...I don't deserve to wear this badge.
  • Bogo: Hopps.
  • Bellwether: Judy-- *forgets her lines*
  • Bogo: Bellwether.
  • Judy: Bogo.
  • Bellwether: Judy.
  • Nick: *offscreen* Nick!
  • -----
  • Nick: Look, you gave her a--a clown vest and joke mobile and two--two--two uh, what--yeah, no, sorry, I think I'm the one who needs that clown vest and joke mobile. *pokes his own nose* Honk honk.
  • ------
  • *Judy's train into Zootopia breaks down multiple times in the middle of its journey.*
  • Judy: *as the train breaks down in the middle of the polar region* Well, at least I can always stop by for some ice cream.
  • Judy: *as the train breaks down in the middle of the desert region* At least I can sunbathe here.
  • Judy: *as the train breaks down in the middle of the rainforest area* Wait, we're filming Mr. Manchas' part already?
  • ------
  • Clawhauser: *sipping loudly on his soda while Judy looks at the case file*
  • Judy: *is trying to hold back laughter*
  • Clawhauser: *unexpectedly burps really loudly* S-sorry, I didn't mean to do that--
  • Judy: *falls off her chair, laughing*
  • -------
  • Bucky: Hey buddy, turn down the depressing music!
  • Judy: *turns off her alarm clock*
  • Pronk: Leave the meter man alone! Didn't you hear the conversation? She feels like a failure!
  • Bucky: Oh, shut up!
  • Pronk: You shut up!
  • Bucky: You shut up!
  • Pronk: You shut up!
  • *they suddenly belt out Black Eyed Peas*
  • Bucky and Pronk: Shut up, just shut up, shut up--shut it up, just shut up, shut up--
  • Judy: *looks at the camera* Tomorrow's another day. Cut!
  • -----
  • Finnick: *from underneath the stroller* She hustled you-- *realizes his voice is actually high and pitchy* Wait--what--Nick, what did you do--
  • Nick: A little helium in your trailer, friend. Besides, you gotta be real convincing as a baby, don't you?
  • -------
  • Bogo: Two days to find the otter. Or you quit. That was the deal. Badge.
  • Judy: *is snickering*
  • Bogo: What now?
  • Judy: I-I'm sorry--I thought you said "baa". Like, baa baa Bogo, have you any wool? *falls in laughter*
  • Bogo: ...Excuse me while I actually facepalm here for a bit.
  • ------
  • Nick: All right, get in here. *steps back a bit as Judy goes in for the hug*
  • Judy: *lunges in for the hug and finds nothing, then falls on her face*
  • Nick: Sorry, just had t'get that out. *picks her up and actually hugs her* See, this is why we work so well. She knows my jokester side too well and just goes with it.
  • Judy: *muffled chuckling* ...I'm gonna fill your trailer with helium later, I swear.
  • -----
  • *while on the cable car*
  • Judy: ...Thank you.
  • Nick: *humming* What can I say, except "you're welcome?"
  • Judy: *chuckles* Should've never showed you that movie before filming. You've been humming it for days now.
  • -----
  • Judy: What are you gonna do? Kill me?
  • Bellwether: *chuckles* Of course not. He is. *pulls out a water pistol and splashes Nick's face* Wha--
  • Nick: *falls over, laughing* S-sorry, it was too easy--switching your gun to a water pistol--
  • Bellwether: *looks at the camera* Cue to Nick not being able to find where he hid the actual thing.
  • -----
  • Scientist: Mayor Lionheart, please. We're doing everything that we can.
  • Mayor Lionheart: Really? 'Cause I have a dozen and a half animals here who've gone off the rails--ails--ah, *stutters* Sorry, sorry, going too fast-- *chuckles* Wasn't quite my tempo back there...
  • ------
  • Bogo: *playing with the Gazelle app on his phone*
  • Clawhauser: *bursts into the room* Chief Bogo!
  • Bogo: *freaks out, throwing his phone out the window*
  • Clawhauser: ...You got another phone, right? And you still have my number on it?
  • -----
  • *Nick and the rest of the cast are backstage, taking a selfie with Gazelle and her tigers*
  • Nick: All right everyone, say, "sequel"!
W&N Cresswell feels (Spoilers!)

Me yesterday, reading all the Cresswell scenes:

Originally posted by deceive-the-damned

Guys, I never expected in a million years, not only so much Cresswell in W&N, but SO MANY SHIPPER SCENES. And every single one was perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing! Just when I thought I couldn’t love Cresswell more:

- Cress calling Thorne “Carswell”. ^.^

- Thorne asking if Cress could use her hacking skills to his advantage at one point, and she goes, “I could. But I won’t.” and being all smug about it. Like, Cress wouldn’t do anything illegal just to please Thorne but Thorne isn’t even surprised. I’m sure similar scenes have already occurred before. I don’t know I just loved the whole panel.

- Them bantering about going to the gala. They are so cute and all sorts of adorable. I’m sure they couldn’t be cuter and more adorable if they tried. And it just shows how they interact in their relationship. I NEEDED THIS!!!

- The whole escort droid scene. Thorne going for the one that looks like Cress (because it’s modeled after her) and then totally falls in love … with the one that looks like him, haha. :D

- And seriously, can we talk about how Thorne looks when he thinks he angered Cress by suggesting going with “Cress”-bot instead? Cress is not a timid girl who can’t speak her mind. And Thorne is not the one who holds the power in the relationship. This is their post-“Winter” relationship and we got to see it!!!

- Thorne being all sorts of worried when Cress gets sick and takes care of her!!! THORNE - THE GUY WHO ONLY EVER LOOKED OUT FOR HIMSELF - TAKING CARE OF HIS GIRLFRIEND AND BEING ALL SORTS OF SWEET! *cries rainbow tears of joy* He prepared food “made with an extra helping of LOVE”! Like, this sentence is there and in black and white forever. I’m a hardcore Cresswell shipper and even I almost couldn’t handle the feels. *cries some more*

- Also, my poor pumpkin, always being sick. :( I mean it makes sense but still. But look at Thorne being all reassuring (“We still have our whole lives for me to show you the world”). Seriously, if any Cresswell shipper had been there with me, this would have been me:

Originally posted by animated-disney-gifs

I’m so sorry but I would have just screeched into your ears for hours, then cried and hugged you. Guys, our babies! Am I hallucinating? I was seriously scared to wake up and all of it was just an amazing dream BUT IT’S NOT!!!

- And then Thorne still goes on to say that “all the phlegm and mucus in the world couldn’t make [her] any less beautiful”!!!! *incoherent sounds*

- Thorne’s speech when he receives the medal and publicly announces what Cress means to him. “This medal is for you, Cress”. I don’t care anymore, I’m just screeching and fangirling but I think I deserve it. It’s like Marissa came down from some angel-rainbow-sunshine-island, floated to Earth just to give her loyal Cresswell shippers W&N, with harp music and a floaty dress. And she goes, “I’ve seen what you’ve been doing. The fanfics, the fanart, the headcanons. Yes, you and @lovelunarchron, and @regolithheart, and @shanlightyear and @nothingtoseehere-move-along (and I know I forgot tons of people so don’t be mad) but here, this is for you. You gave Cresswell life and now, Cresswell will give you life in return.” I mean the plan backfired, because now I’m dead instead, but I appreciate the sentiment. :P

- Thorne being worried, even frantic when he thinks something happened to Cress. “If you hurt her, I will skin you alive.” I live for this kinda Thorne who is so open and shows every raw emotion! *swoon*

- And then it’s Cress who saves the day because of course she does! Who would ever expect anything else? ^.^ And she’s so smart and Thorne likes his girls smart, we know that, we’ve seen it in CGTBL, so of course he has to kiss her (and she’s WEARING HIS SHIRT!). And give her his medal for “bravery and extraordinary heroism”. Guys, just bury me with these panels.

I’m now in happy Cresswell-shipper-fangirl heaven. I had one one-shot planned that would take place during the same time as W&N and while it’s not canon-compatible, I can still try to work in snippets and hints of what we see about their relationship. I’m so happy right now. My babies. ^.^

anonymous asked:

Can I get UT, UF Sans + US, SF Papyrus reacting to a close friend texting them and asking if they've eaten dinner, the skelly hasn't eaten in a while and replies with something like "nah, i'm already too fat/i'm tryna lose the weight of my problems" and the friend never replies back. Five minutes later the door to their house bursts open and the friend is there with bags of food and aggressively yells "I SPRINTED THROUGH MULTIPLE BLOCKS AND YOU'RE GONNA F'KIN EAT, YA HEAR ME!?"

Okay so sorry for all the texting in this, but I can’t explain how much I love domestic texting between friends. This turned into small drabbles btw and sorry if they didn’t turn out the way you wanted them to, I got carried away. 

I also put a keep reading on this, I think I’m going to start doing that on the very long posts. Tell me if it doesn’t work on mobile and I’ll remove it or try and work around it.

UT!Sans: -When he gets the first message he just thinks you’re looking to invite him out for some grub, but he’s honestly not feeling like heading to Grillby’s right now. Still, he doesn’t see any reason to lie to you. So he sends a quick message back.

5:21 pm - nah, but my bones are big enough already. dont need extra weight on them.

He waits for a few minutes. Nothing happens. Did you just forget to reply back? It says that you read it… He figures that you probably just forgot though, or you headed out for dinner by yourself. He’s content with this reasoning as he turns back to the TV, sinking deep into the couch cushions. He gets two more minutes of TV watching before the front door is slammed open, and for a second he’s sure that Undyne is here, until you step into his line of vision. Your face is red and you’re trying to catch your breath. You also have a slight manic look on your face that is making him question if it’d be wise to ask why you’re here.

‘’Um… Y/N?’’ he says trying to make sense of your messy form.

You’re still panting as you set two delicious smelling bags on the coffee table in front of him. You bend over and put your hands on your knees, breathing almost normally now.

‘’What are you doing here?’’ he asks again.

You look up at him, takes a deep breath while you straighten yourself and then from nowhere you yell at him.

‘’I JUST SPRINTED THROUGH MULTIPLE BLOCKS AFTER GETTING THIS FOOD AND YOU ARE GOING TO EAT IT OR SO HELP ME!’’ you yell angrily with a fierce look in your eyes.

Normally he’d say a joke, or argue just for the fun of it. But your eyes are showing genuine concern, and you did go out of your way to make sure he’d eat. So instead he moves over on the couch and pats the seat next to him.

‘’Jeez, kid. Talk about home delivery,’’ he laughs while looking away from you.

You make your way over to him and plop down on the couch with a sigh. Leaning back and stretching out your limbs you make a grabby gesture for the bags, which are still sitting on the table. He smiles wryly and gestures with his hand making the bags float towards you. You grab one of them with a contented smile and then rips it open, digging in on whatever is inside. Handing him the left over ketchup packets, which he stores in his pocket for later use. He does the same and you both turn to face the TV. When you’ve finished the meals, you both sit in a comfortable silence. Enjoying each other’s presence while watching one stupid show after the other.

He can’t help but feel like this is the kind of friendship he’s always wanted.

UF!Sans: - An annoying electronic chime woke him up from his sleep. He grunted and fumbled around in complete darkness until his hand felt something hard on his bed. Reaching out he grabbed ahold of his phone and tried to find the home screen button. He winced when the bright light blinded him, trying to cover his eye sockets. Swearing, he turned the brightness down and opened his new text message. Your contact named showed up as the phone loaded your recent conversation, you’d sent him a couple of texts while he’d been asleep and he read through them carefully.

6:34 pm - Yo Red, what’d you eat for dinner today?

6:44 pm - RED

6:46 pm - Red answer me I need to know

6:47 pm - Did you fall asleep again?

6:58 pm - Okay that’s it, I’m coming over and I’m bringing food. You better be up and ready or I am dragging your bony butt out of bed

Wait you were doing what? He looked at the time. 7:00 pm. Shit you’d be here soon. He threw himself off the bed, but his legs got tangled in the bed sheets and instead of standing up, he fell on the floor face first. Grunting he tried to get up, when he heard someone knock on the front door. Panicking he flailed around even more, managing to get the sheets stuck between his fibula and tibula. He stood up on one leg, and hopped around while trying to untangle himself from his prison of bedsheets and blankets. Just as he was standing there bent forward and hopping on one leg, the door opened. He looked up like a deer in headlights and saw you standing in his door opening. Flushed face, panting and desperately trying to hold back a grin.

‘’The fuck you lookin’ at,’’ he grunted as he once again fought to get free.

‘’Oh nothing-’’ you said, leaning against the doorframe -’’just enjoying the performance.’’

He muttered something that sounded like a quiet fuck you, and then finally got his leg free and stood up straight. Stretching, he managed to pop his back in a few places and he grunted in satisfaction. He walked past you and into his living room. Turning to look as you followed him out.

‘’Did ya bring food?’’ he asked.

‘’Yes,’’ you replied simply. ‘’And you are going to eat it’’

‘’I don’t need any more food, I’m heavy enough as it is.’’

You turned around and gave him a dangerously calm look.

‘’I just sprinted through a lot of blocks to get you this food,’’ you said walking closer to him. ‘’And you are going to eat every. last. fucking. bit. You hear me?’’ Your voice was low and almost threatening, and your eyes gleamed of determination.

He never thought that he’d call his small human friend scary, but that look you were giving him chilled him to the bones. And the smell of the food broke his will down, you bought him food for hells sake. He wasn’t about to turn that down.

‘’Fine,’’ he muttered and sat down on the couch.

You smiled and joined him, tossing him one of the bags while opening your own. You ate in silence, the only sounds coming from the TV playing in front of you both. It wasn’t until you had both finished your food and was sat quietly watching the show that a thought entered his head. He never gave you a key to his flat…

‘’How the hell did you get in here??’’

US!Papyrus: Papyrus sucks at looking after himself. And he never pays attention to when he should be sleeping or eating. Meaning that when he’s up playing video games in the middle of the night, it’s safe to presume that he has not been eating anything other than a few snacks for the past hours. This night was one of those nights.

He just never bothered to keep track of time.

He did know that it was late, though. Way too late for anyone to be texting him. Which is why he jumped when his phone went off next to him on the floor.

He glanced at it quickly but then looked back at the TV, doing his best not to die before the event had been completed. About five seconds from pulling through, someone shot him from behind and he fought the urge to yell in frustration as his characters sank down on the ground. He flopped backwards with a sigh and lifted his phone to read the message. Smiling slightly when he saw your name on the screen.

12:54 am - Heyyy you up?

Were you drunk or bored? Scientists can’t tell he thought and snorted at his own joke. He typed out a lazy text and waited a few seconds on your reply.

1:01 am - yea im up

1:02 am - Can’t sleep?

1:02 am - wasnt tryin, you?

1:03 am - Me neither, what’d you eat today?

1:04 am - I dont think i ate anything tbh, why

No reply. Did you fall asleep or just ditch him? He should probably go to bed then. But he can’t be bothered to get off the floor. And he’s not feeling tired enough to fall asleep where he is. Maybe he should just stay there for a while. Meditate or something.

His phone chimed again and he unlocked it as he lifted it to his face

1:09 am - Open your door

1:10 am - what ?

1:10 am - I am outside your house, open the front door or I’m climbing through your window

There was no way you were outside his house. And he didn’t feel like getting up and walking into the prank willingly

1:11 am - i call bluff on this

He waited for your comeback, where you’d desperately try and get him to go out and check the front of his house. But he wasn’t going to do that. He wasn’t about to let you own him like that, he’s not stupid.

A knock on the window made him jump and scramble to his feet. You sat on the roof under his window in a crouch. When you saw that you had grabbed his attention you started frantically gesturing for the lock. He stared at you for a while, to your obvious irritation, until he walked forwards and opened the window. You jumped in and opened your backpack on the floor, pulling out two bags of take out food. You checked the content of them both, and then handed him one while you started eating from yours. He took it from you but continued staring at you.

‘’Are you going to open it?’’ you asked with your mouth full of food.

‘’It’s the middle of the night,’’ he said. ‘’What are you doing here?’’

‘’I wanted take out food. And I wanted to eat it with you. And since you’re so stupid that you can’t even get your own food, I decided to bring it to you,’’ you said simply, still munching away on your food.

He sat down in front of you, but still didn’t touch his bag. You looked up at him, and this time you looked even more irritated then before.

‘’Listen dude, I worked hard for that food, so you better fucking eat it,’’ you said in an angry voice.

‘’Listen dude,’’ he said mimicking your voice. ‘’I’m trying to loose the weight of my problems here.’’ He tried giving you the food back.

Your eyes widened a little, and your face softened. You leaned forward and pushed the bag back into his hands.

‘’Please eat, Papy,’’ you said in a much softer voice, your eyes almost pleading.

Deciding to give up he sat beside you and picked at the contents of his bag. For take out food, it looked surprisingly non greasy. Still good though. He picked it up and started eating, while reaching for his TV remote to put on some night tv. You ate in silence for a while, until you stood up and flopped down on his bed. He did the same and crawled over you so he was laying facing the wall. Saying your goodnights, you slowly drifted off to sleep.

He woke up the next day to an empty bed and an open window.

SF!Papyrus: When Rus gets in a low mood, taking care of himself doesn’t seem all that important. He’s not lazy, really. More apathetic. Doing chores and errands for his brother and superior keeps his mind busy and his hands occupied, letting him get through the day a little easier. But when he’s alone at night, everything becomes a little harder. And self care turns into a chore he’s not motivated enough to do.

He’d rather just wrap himself in a blanket and quietly suffer in silence, waiting it out. Hoping to feel a little better soon.

Alone…

He’s drifted off to sleep without even noticing, dreamless and exhausted despite it not even being 5 pm yet. When he slowly drifts back to conscousness he feels like he could sleep for a week more. But something woke him up, and he should probably see what that was.

His phone lights up with a soft ding. Showing two text notification and several others from social media. Grunting softly, he flipped over and reached out for it. Fumbling before his fingers got a good grip. He brought the phone closer to him, trying to unlock it while rubbing the sleep off his face. He got the passcode wrong three times before he managed to steady his hand enough to tap it in. Insisting on doing it with his thumb instead of holding the thing with both hands.

Your name shows up on the screen, along with the many emojis you’d used when you added yourself as a contact on his phone. He feels like smiling at the thought, but he’s too tired to move his face. So he starts reading the messages you sent him instead.

5:07 pm - Hey Papyrus

5:07 pm - What’d you have for dinner today?

He wants to type out some made up bullshit and go back to sleep. But you don’t deserve lies when you’re showing concern. This thought actually makes him smile, you’re so sweet.

5:10 pm - Haven’t eaten yet

Good, that wasn’t a lie. But he still wouldn’t worry you enough for you to take action. Meaning he could go back to sleep again.

5:10 pm - Papyrus you have to eat!!!!

Or not…

5:11 pm - I’m on a diet, it’s called ‘’how to loose the weight of your problems by not eating’’

That probably wasn’t the smartest thing to send you he thought. Shit he didn’t want to worry you before, why would he send you that. Like this wasn’t going to make you worry. God that was so stupid.

His phone made another sound, you’d sent him another message.

5:13 pm - Ok that’s it

Wait what

5:13 pm - what

What the hell were you doing? He flopped down onto the bed and put a hand over his eye sockets. Whatever it was he’d started now, he wasn’t feeling up for it. He honestly just wanted to go back to sleep. But instead he waited for your message, where you would explain what was going on. It never came. And eventually he felt his eyes slowly start creeping together. And his hand slid away from his face, coming to a rest on his pillow as he turned his body sideway. A minute later and he was sound asleep, snoring softly while curled around himself.

A sound woke him up, much louder than the first time. He sat up as he heard footsteps approaching. Expecting it to be his brother, he started to frantically straighten his clothing, intending to appear as if he hadn’t been asleep for the last god knows how long.

The footsteps were even closer now.

Suddenly his door flew open, slamming into his wall and most likely leaving a mark in the drywall. You stormed in, closed the door just as hard as you’d pushed it open, and then stormed over to him.

‘’I-’’ you started while still marching towards him-’’just ran like a hundred blocks to get you this food, so you are going to eat every last bit!’’ Your voice was loud and you sounded close to angry.

He blinked at you for a few seconds. ‘’I didn’t need food,’’ he said finally. His quiet voice a contrast to your own.

‘’I don’t care,’’ you answered. ‘’Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten all day. And even if you have, you’re still eating dinner. Now move over and make some room for me’’

You hopped up in his bed before he got a chance to follow orders. And then you threw one of the bags in his direction, before you opened your own. He caught his bag midair and held it in his hands for a few moments. Then he resigned. Leaning over he grabbed his laptop and set it up on his nightstand, putting on his recently watched show on netflix. He figured that he’d have to right to choose the entertainment after you practically broke into his apartment. Besides, he knew that you had seen the show already.

You both ate in a comfortable silence, caught up in the show. Every now and then, he would glance back at you. Study you. He knew humans could be loyal, a trait that had mostly been lost by monsters. And he didn’t doubt that your concerns were genuine. But in his quiet curiosity one question always came back to him.

Why did you care so much?

Points for Moana Being Slytherin
  • sneaking away from her parents and other villagers to try and get onto the ocean
  • ambition to follow her heart, leave her “safe” island, do everything they said she couldn’t 
  • deep, fierce love, respect, and desire to protect those she considers hers (fuck mankind, she’s protecting HER island) 
  • “ever defeat a lava monster?” “no…have you?” 
  • “you’re no one’s hero. BUT…save the world? you’d be EVERYONE’S hero.”
  • “Maui, Maui, you’re so amaaazing”
  • deals! 
  • “if you can talk, you can teach” 
  • “told you I could do it!” 
  • understanding physical fitness is important; appearances matter and so does self-preservation…physical fitness helps both these things (statue vaulting, rock climbing, fixing rafters, et cetera)
  • punches Maui and then points out she was the one that found the hook first
  • “wow. a shiny, glittery cave. and just like me. it is covered in sparkly treasure. sparkle, sparkle…sparkle”
  • “I bet you get along great
  • false flattery straight in the face of “the crab who became a legend!”
  • covered a barnacle with bioluminescent algae as a diversion
  • doesn’t straight up tell Maui about his shark-head (maybe to spare his feelings but probably because it was amusing if her stifled laughing was any indication)
  • keeps digging into Maui’s tattoos to get the answers she wants/needs despite realizing it’s tough on him
  • pushes Maui past his breaking point emotionally because she knows it’ll help him (“I want to help but I can’t if you don’t let me”) because Maui is her’s now and she takes care of what’s her’s even when they fight her kicking and screaming
  • “the gods aren’t the ones who make you Maui…you are”
  • self-doubt & insecurity is very Slytherin…they and everyone around them hold them to incredibly high standards
  • determination + ambition + intelligence = fast learner (of things such as wayfinding)
  • “probably should have saved it for Te Fiti" 
  • constant vigilance + quick thinking = strategy (“finding you a better way in”)
  • “I thought…I could make it” (sometimes Slytherins are too proud, too sure of themselves…)
  • “we’re only here because you stole the heart in the first place!” (Slytherins lash out with sharp words designed to hurt, at times more aware of the wounds in the people they care about than their own weaknesses)
  • “I never should have put so much on your shoulders” (please remember how young Moana is, the responsibility and expectations she’s been saddled with and her determination to push through it, to prove herself)
  • “I am the daughter of the village chief, we are descended from voyagers” (pride in one’s lineage)
  • “the call isn’t out there at all, it’s inside me” (a fancy way of saying ambition, huh?)
  • making sure Hei Hei is safe before the showdown (don’t forget Slytherin’s protect those they consider their’s)
  • the look Moana shoots Te Ka after she tricks the lava monster with the rock&smoke combo
  • surprise when Maui comes back (Slytherins have a reputation for tending to look out for themselves for a reason, right?)
  • pretty much immediate understanding that Te Ka is Te Fiti after receiving the two crucial missing pieces of information (Te Fiti is gone from her resting place & there'a a spiral on Te Ka’s chest)
  • shows no fear when faced with a terrifying lava monster barreling down on her (show no fear to those outside your House because they /will/ use it against you)
  • bows to Te Fiti, her goddess (true Slytherin ideals at work)
  • “I may have gone a little ways past the reef” (oh you don’t say?!? sassy little shit, I love her)
  • fucking puts a goddamn shell on the pile of rocks “raising the island higher,” effectively keeping any returning/future chiefs from continuing the tradition and placing their own stone on the pile because she put a BREAKABLE OBJECT ON TOP OF THE PILE (I understand it’s a message, a symbol but COME ON SERIOUSLY?!? that’s fucking Slytherin and you know it)
  • becomes an outstanding leader, a symbol for her people…a true Chief, a true Wayfinder, an excellent Slytherin
How the 'ADORE U' MV came about
  • Pledis: Alright, guys, so your kinda-but-not-really first MV! What do you suppose we do?
  • SVT: ...
  • Pledis: Alright so I know this is kinda scary for you guys seeing as you're officially debuting for the first time, but c'mon! Let's break the ice and get some ideas rolling!
  • Seungkwan: *raises hand proudly* I have an idea for the MV.
  • Pledis: *over enthusiastically* Yes, go for it, Seungkwan!
  • Seungkwan: We should totally do a roadtrip concept!
  • SVT: *murmurs of agreement*
  • Pledis: Alright, awesome! That would be pretty cool--
  • Dino: I have an idea too!
  • Pledis: Alright, what is it?
  • Dino: A flower-y concept where we all hang around plants and sip tea.
  • SVT: *murmurs of agreement*
  • Pledis: Uh, okay, that's pretty interesting, I guess--
  • DK: I also have an idea!
  • Pledis: Okay, shoot!
  • DK: An angel concept, where we all wear white and dance among the clouds.
  • SVT: *murmurs of agreement*
  • Pledis: Okay, nice! That makes a lot more sense--
  • Wonwoo: Wait, I have an idea as well.
  • Pledis: Uh, okay. What is it?
  • Wonwoo: A boxing concept.
  • Pledis: ...wat.
  • Wonwoo: Kinda like something out of Rocky, ya feel?
  • Pledis: But that has NOTHING to do with what you're singing about.
  • The8: Right, so why don't we do a band concept instead?
  • Pledis: You see? Now that's what I'm talking about! Great work, Jun!
  • The8: ...I'm The8.
  • Jun: I'M Jun.
  • Pledis: Oh, who cares? You're all the same underneath.
  • Chinaline: ...
  • Hoshi: But wait, why don't we do a sci-fi concept? I mean, it's out there and it's not something that many people have done before.
  • Pledis: Wait, we're still listing concepts? I thought we decided on the band idea.
  • Wonwoo: What about my boxing concept?
  • Dino: Or my plant concept?
  • DK: Or my angel concept?
  • Seungkwan: HEY! We're not gonna forget my, frankly, GENIUS idea of a roadtrip concept - are you kimbap kidding me?!
  • SVT: *arguing*
  • S.Coups: Hey, guys. Guys...HEY GUYS!
  • SVT: *turn to him*
  • S.Coups: How about we take all of the concept ideas...and merge them into one whole music video?!
  • SVT: *approving 'ahhhhh!'*
  • Jeonghan: Now that's an idea I can get behind!
  • Pledis: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but have you all gone NUTS?! WHY would you want to combine all these crazy concepts into one MV?! If your fans see this, they're gonna think you're all on DRUGS!
  • Woozi: Well...aren't we?
  • Pledis:
  • SVT:
  • Pledis:
  • SVT:
  • Pledis:
  • SVT:
  • Pledis:
  • Pledis: Whatever, do what you want - I really couldn't care less. *leaves* Shouldhavestayedwithnuestinsteadofinvestinginthesenutjobs...
  • S.Coups: Sooooooooo.............CRAZY CONCEPT MV IT IS!
  • SVT: YEAAAAAAAH!
Q&A with Simon D
  • Simon and you have been together for nearly 5 years and Simon has decided to do a short Q&A video with you. Simon has already tweeted out to his fans about the questions.
  • Simon: Hey everyone. Today [Y/N] and I will be answering questions from our fans.
  • You: What's the first question?
  • Simon: Someone's excited for this.
  • You: I only agreed to this because you promise you will let me choose what we eat tonight.
  • Simon: Shh I don't want our fans to know I bribed you into this. Ok, first question is where did you two go on your first date? Do you remember, babe?
  • You: Of course. But you always telling this story so you do it.
  • Simon: I asked her to dinner at my favourite restaurant, but after dinner I found out she doesn't like the place. [Y/N] asked me what I had plan next, I told her I was planning to go to the movies. She disagreed and we went to a bowling place after.
  • You: Dinner and a movie is boring babe. Sorry. But you had fun at the bowling place right?
  • Simon: Yeah it was fun. Here, read the next question.
  • You: What are your thoughts the first time meeting each other?
  • Simon: We actually met a club. It was an after party for some show. I was sitting in the VIP section and I saw her dancing from across the room. I thought wow that girl CANNOT dance.
  • You: Hey!
  • Simon: I'm just joking. But yeah, my first thought was wow she is so sexy so I got up and asked for her name.
  • You: Yeah, I remember seeing this guy who's wearing a grey GUCCI sweatshirt walking up to me and I thought, who in their right mind wears a sweatshirt to a club. Like it's so hot and stuffy in there. Then my second thought was he probably smells because I could see his sweat.
  • Simon: And do I smell?
  • You: Sometimes.
  • Simon: So [Y/N] what is the most romantic thing that I have done?
  • You: Hmm, for our one year anniversary we celebrated it at home. I had a long day at work and I told him I was fine with some take-out but this guy here surprised me. He made dinner, put rose petals on the bed and candles were everywhere.
  • Simon: I have many romantic things and you choose that one?
  • You: Yeah but I think that's the most romantic. Next question.
  • Simon: What are each other’s worst or annoying habits? [Y/N]'s most annoying habit is buying so many clothes and not wearing them. Some clothes in her closet still has tags on them. And when we go out she says she doesn't have anything to wear so I tell her to wear the clothes she bought a month ago. And when we are ready to go out, I would think she's wearing the new clothes but she wears her old clothes. Her clothes are taking up my side of the closet.
  • You: Whatever. You should buy another closet for yourself then. And don't forget you sometimes kick the blanket off the bed when we're sleeping. I'm always getting up and picking the blanket up. Learn how to keep the blanket ON the bed and I'll try to stop buying so much clothes.
  • Simon: Okay okay, I'll try. So the next question is what is your ideal date night?
  • You: I don't think we do a lot of date nights, right babe?
  • Simon: No, we don't. We prefer having lunch together.
  • You: Yeah, lunches, breakfast or brunches. We prefer spending the day together. But also, Simon sleeps super early. He gets into bed around 8:30pm. What old men do.
  • Simon: Hey! I'm not old.
  • You: Whatever you want to believe. Hmm the next question from this fan is a little out of the blue.
  • Simon: What is it?
  • You: Are there any weird fantasies/kinks that you have or into?
  • Simon: Weird fantasies or kinks? We don't have weird kinks.
  • You: Omg Simon. You just implied we have weird fantasies. I don't want to answer this one. I'm going to get a drink.
  • Simon: No, no sit down. You're staying right here babe.
  • You: I'm just going to cover my face then.
  • Simon: I won't go into too much detail or give our fans too much information. Actually I'll just say it in three words. Ready? Ok, toys and accessories.
  • You: Omg you did not just say accessories. What is that suppose to mean?
  • Simon: I told you, I'm not saying anything more. And baby, you should know what the accessories are..
  • You: Let's move on.
  • Simon: Okay last question, do you two have any funny, embarrassing sex stories? Wow our fans are something hey?
  • You: Haha yeah. I know one embarrassing story. Can I tell it?
  • Simon: Are you talking about the one with the phone call?
  • You: YES! Ok so we were at home and in the middle of 'it' , well actually we were both 'nearly there', when Simon's phone rings. The phone was on the bedside table and I asked Simon if he needed to get that. He shook his head and all that came out of his mouth was "Jay, Jay, Jay". Now imagine, you and your partner having the time of your life, you know, and your partner decides to call out his work mate's name when you're about close. It was so weird, yet extremely funny. Oh and if you didn't guess, the person who called him was Jay.
  • Simon: Please stop talking now and I'm surprised you could actually ask me a question when you're in the zone babe. Kudos.
  • You: I didn't say the exact words. I muttered, gosh. Anyway can I tell them what I told Jay the next day.
  • Simon: Aww, do you have too?
  • You: Yes. The fans deserves the whole story. So the next day, we saw Jay at the office and I blurted out what happened. I said to Jay, "my boyfriend busted a nut to you".
  • Simon: Okay okay. No more discussing this story and let's end this Q&A. You've gone too far babe.
  • You: Fine. And we're having ramen and dumplings tonight.

anonymous asked:

What do you think are the ghostbusters' (plus kevin's if you want to) favorite breakfast foods?

Oh god I’m terrible at doing this and you probably wanted a short answer but something happened and now it’s this. Hope you like it. 

Abby: soup. she pretends it’s leftovers from the other day and really ‘we can’t just throw it away’ but they all know she calls Bennie before any of the other Ghostbusters wake up and makes him wait two blocks away from the firehouse (he complains every time). She’ll slip back in, put it in the microwave and wait until someone comes down the stairs before taking it out and eating it. Of course, they all know. Nobody says anything, though. You don’t mess with Abby and her soup. 

Holtz: she forgets to eat. Mostly. When she does eat, it’s peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with Doritos in the middle. She claims it’s good. Nobody has dared to eat it so far. She eats way too many of them, her excuse always being “I don’t have time to stop and eat while I’m working. things could blow up. you all want me to blow this place up?” Erin sometimes argues that that’s not how it works. But most of the times she forgets to eat. She’ll wake up, stumble to the bathroom to get ready and then disappears into her lab. Erin has made a habit of stopping by the coffee shop next to her house to pick something up in case she doesn’t eat. In the beginning the bag consisted of a sandwich, some fruit, and a donut. It’s just three donuts now. She always puts it on the engineer’s desk when she’s not there. They never talk about, but they both know. 

Erin: during her time at Columbia Erin had gotten used to having to quickly eat something in the morning that was easy and would keep her healthy. Salad had been the perfect solution. A quinoa fruit salad to be precise. It wasn’t really that bad, and it kept her in shape. Plus, Erin Gilbert liked repetition. Every day was the same. She’d eat her fruit salad, go to Columbia, teach, come home, eat, work some more and go to sleep. She liked it. So yes, maybe it was a bit boring, but at leat it was predictable, and predictable was easy. She could work with that. Her life right now was about as far from boring and predictable as it could possibly be. Still, the salad stayed. It was a nice stable factor in her crazy life. (lately, though, her salad was often left untouched, because really, picking up something like a bagel for herself at the coffee place was just as easy right? She was already there anyways.)

Patty: Patty’s pretty sure she’s about the only normal person in the firehouse. She spends most of her days chasing Holtzmann around the place while she yells at her to please, for the love of god, not leave any nuclear-untested stuff on their desks. Especially Kevin’s. She’s taken on the task to cook for them as well. Which usually ends in even more fire than Holtz’s work does. After a while, they make it a habit to have an extra fire extinguisher in the kitchen. Still, Patty has to take care of these crazy kids and make sure they eat enough so this whole place won’t turn into ashes. So she makes pancakes. A lot of them. They always say that she shouldn’t. Not that they don’t appreciate it, but it seems like a lot of trouble and they eat their own stuff in the morning. (or don’t, in case of Holtz and Kevin). She eats a couple and places the rest in the fridge. She smiles when, at the end of the day, the plate is always empty. 

Kevin: is he a robot? could be. They don’t really see him eat. ever. (which also could be because he usually doesn’t come in until 9:30 and leaves around noon to practice for his hide and seek tournament). Holtzmann has tried to determine if he really is a robot, made to spy on them. she’s definitely more serious about this than the others are. Erin claims to have seen him eat an apple one time. So far, there’s no evidence of this ever happening.

KiraPuri Ep 10 ~ Let’s La Matchmaking!

It’s official. Fruit tarts are now the sweets of lesbian coupling.

Sorry. I don’t make the rules.

*struts off fabulously*

But in all seriousness, this ep really just speaks for itself.

Though the title is a bit misleading cuz I was expecting Yukari and Akira to have more of a disagreement and there to be less involvement of their respective (oh-so-severely-painful-it-physically-hurts-me) one-dimensional fanclubs…

But I guess I can settle for this as well.

Being the older members in their group, along with having more refined personalities, it’s inevitable that they would not get along at first.

Even if there were no animal motifs at play, it’s a little silly to expect them to cooperate just because they’re slightly more mature.

Yukari and Akira function on different mindsets, after all. While Akira is the more subdued, bifauxnen senpai version of a plucky shoujo protagonist (heart in the right place, kind to a fault, sometimes forgets to use her head, yada yada), Yukari is a my pace type of woman who assesses the situation first and doesn’t give out anything for free.

Those traits unique to each serve them well in a very balanced sort of way, if that makes any sense.

For Akira, it’s true that her handing out compassion and promises can lead to more harm than good. Like someone can take advantage of her goodwill or she might be giving more false hope than aid to the person she’s trying help.

Then there’s Yukari whose most troubling characteristic is her flippant attitude. She’s prone to distraction, can be self-absorbed at times and doesn’t seem the least bit concerned that her lack of seriousness can be bothersome to those around her.

But turn things around and you see that Akira is not just all talk and no follow-up. If she says she’ll help you, then she’ll do her damn best to help and won’t stop until it’s done.

That’s what sets Akira apart from those who can only spout pretty words. She ensures there will be good results. She will make sure that there will be happy ending.

And we all know how Yukari feels about results, aye? ;)

As for Yukari, there’s a reason why she acts the way she does.

Just because she’s not stressed out doesn’t mean she’s not committed to what she signed up for. It’s just, for her, there’s no point in worrying about the things you can’t solve right away. So why not take it easy and use the time to think productively instead of wasting energy fretting over what’s out of your control?

Moreover, as we can see from her interaction with that little girl, there is kindness in her brand of honesty as well. Yukari’s bluntness may come off a bit strong at times but it’s never dealt out in a way that would hurt people. Rather, it sheds more light on perspective and helps people think more clearly (like how she more or less confronted Akira on whether it’s her choice to be part of KiraPati and not just because everyone else is doing it).

Knowing that, it isn’t so hard to see why Akira would smile at Yukari when she encouraged that girl to buy the brooch. Because if there’s one thing Akira values the most, it’s kindness being shown to others and Yukari did just that.

In short, Yukari and Akira learned to get along by seeing each other’s extended sides during their shopping errand. Akira is able to appreciate Yukari’s special way of caring and Yukari can’t help but be impressed by Akira’s determination to see things through.

They found something of themselves inside the other except it’s reflected very differently because again, they are two very different individuals after all.

And that is what makes it so exciting. That’s why they’ll have a good partnership. Not because they’re compatible but because they can grow to be to be more than just compatible over time.

Which is no surprise why their fans’ scheme to keep them apart failed. Akira and Yukari’s best qualities aren’t meant to be kept like some precious commodity. They are meant to be shared.

Only when it’s shared can their “beauty” reach its full potential.

the mattfoggy fic rec no one asked for

i’m gonna rate them using cute little hearts ♥ (from one to three hearts), they are all really good but i love some more than others for personal reasons. enjoy… or not.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I'm re-submitting this with Akashi, Midorima, Kuroko, Himuro and Kagami being looked after by their s/o when they're ill. (I'm so sorry about last time my tumblr glitched and said your ask box was still open gomennasai *covers face*)

Lol you’re okay anon! I’m glad you could catch the box when it was open ^^ but I do think it might’ve been my fault as well because I sometimes forget to change both the ask box message as well as in my blog. Anyways, here you go! And, as always, I must apologize for being so late >.<


Kuroko Tetsuya - Kuroko was sound asleep when you walked into the room. The poor boy was coughing up a storm when you left earlier to go prepare some soup for him. You walked up to his bedside and sat down next to him, holding onto his warm hand.

“Please get better soon, Kuroko…” you whispered to him.

Kuroko shifted in his bed, letting out very soft noises. His eyes and cheeks twitched briefly until he settled down.

“_______….” he said, half asleep and half awake. He coughed a couple of times.

“Yes, Kuroko…?” you asked, leaning forward.

“…it’s cold without you,” he said with a troubled expression.

You frowned, contemplating what to do with that statement. You sighed and got up, walked around the bed to the side that was vacant, and slipped inside the covers. You knew this was a bad idea because he was extremely sick but Kuroko’s vulnerable and concerned expression when he said that made your heart melt.

Kuroko turned, his eyes fluttering open slightly in order to locate where you were, and he put his arm on your waist, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Thank you.”

Kagami Taiga - “Say ahhh…” you gestured to Kagami while holding the thermometer. He looked at you with your mouth open for sake of demonstration, and reluctantly opened his own. You placed the thermometer underneath his tongue and then ruffled his hair. “Good boy.”

Kagami scowled at your actions. “Why are you treating me like a child?”

“Because you look just as vulnerable as any child right now~” You cooed, smiling brightly at him.

When the thermometer beeped, you took it out of his mouth and looked at the temperature, frowning. “You’re heating up…” You pulled off his blankets, surprising him. Your hands went to the buttons on his shirt and began to undo them.

“What they hell are you doing?!” A very flustered Kagami yelled at you.

“You’re dressed to the toe with such a high fever…you need to cool down a bit,” you said as you unbuttoned the last button and pulled apart his shirt, gazing down on his sweat-glistening abdomen and chest. “Oh wow, this is actually more erotic than I had anticipated…”

“T-That’s why-” Kagami pulled the blanket over him again, “you shouldn’t do things like that! Just because I’m sick doesn’t mean you can do whatever the heck you want with me!”

You frowned and got up from the side of his bed. “Oh really? Then let’s see how you manage to take care of yourself alone.” You walked out of his room and shut the door behind you, just to spite him. Kagami, thinking you were joking, pouted to himself. However, when you hadn’t come back after five minutes, he grew uncomfortable.

“…..________?”

Midorima Shintarou - “Shintarou!” you yelled at the green-haired boy when you saw him up out of bed and watching the TV from inside the kitchen. “What are you doing here?!”

Midorima sniffled and pushed his glasses upwards, attempting to ignore you. When you yelled his name out once more, he sighed. “Can’t you see? Oha-asa is broadcasting today’s fortunes.”

You walked up to him and whacked his arm with a book. “You’re supposed to be in bed getting rest. You’re sick, remember?”

Midorima scowled and turned away from your angry face. “I’ve told you already, _____-chan. I am not sick. At least, not enough to disable me to a bed. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go out and buy clothespins,” Midorima said as he viewed his lucky item on the screen.

When Midorima began to walk away from you, you grabbed his arm, causing him to jerk backwards. He glared at you. “You’re not leaving this house. No. Not until you’re better.”

“For the last time, _____-chan, I’m not sic-” On cue, he sneezed twice in a row. You raised an eyebrow at him with an amused look on your face. “That is insufficient evidence to say I am si-” He sneezed again.

You pulled on his arm. He stumbled the first few steps but then reluctantly followed you. “I’ll go out and get you whatever the hell it is you want but you have to promise me you’ll stay in bed, alright?”

Midorima felt somewhat nostalgic because you reminded him of his mother who used to take care of him when he was sick as a little kid. Of course, he never told you this, but instead just grudgingly agreed.

“Good.”

Himuro Tatsuya - Only the lords could explain as to why your boyfriend, even when down with a nasty cold, looked so irresistibly attractive. You smiled while setting down the hot bowl of chicken noodle soup when you saw him sleeping soundly. Leaning over, you brushed his silky black hair from his face, watching as some strands slivered from between your fingers.

Himuro groaned softly and opened his eyes, looking directly at you. You withdrew your hand and smiled at him. “Are you awake now?”

Himuro attempted to sit up when you urged for him to lie down. He protested and sat up anyway. “I made you soup,” you said while reaching for the tray on the bedside table and putting the bowl on it. You set the tray on his lap. Himuro smiled from the warmth radiating from the warm food. He smiled at you and mouthed a “thank you” (the poor boy had lost his voice too). Himuro winced from body pains as he moved his arm and you quickly got up to ask if he was okay. Obviously, he would nod and give you a considerate look.

You tied your hair back in a ponytail and took the soup spoon from his hand gently. He tilted his head at you like a little puppy being curious of something it’s seen for the first time. You dipped the spoon in the soup, blew on it to cool it down, then carefully brought it to Himuro’s lips. He was hesitant and confused at first, but eventually gulped it down. Your face was close to his because you were wary of spilling. Himuro leaned forward slightly and gave you a peck on the lips, causing you to blush.

“What if I get sick?!” You whacked his arm, causing him to groan in response.

He frowned at you as if to say “after just one little kiss?”

Akashi Seijuro - Akashi, cheeks as red as his crimson hair, reached for the glass on the bedside table while shivering like a newborn lamb. The expression on his face was so naive and vulnerable. He seemed like a child struggling to take care of himself on his own. When he finally lifted the glass of water and attempted to bring it to his lips, he sneezed, spilling almost all the water onto his bed sheets. He let out an exasperated sigh and shot you a glare when he heard you giggling on the chair next to his bed.

“Sei, you are very sick, no matter what you say,” you said while pulling out multiple tissues from the tissue box and handing them to your boyfriend.

He pressed the tissues down onto the damp blankets and then used one to blow his nose, “I am not sick. It’s just…a slight cold. I will recover almost immediately, as I always have,” he said, sniffling.

You got up out of your chair and pressed your hand against his forehead. He looked up at you with those striking eyes, almost as if to distract you from all the concerns you had. Biting your lip, you nodded. “Yeah, no… you’re staying in bed today. Don’t even think about getting up,” you said, throwing a blanket over his head.

Akashi pulled the blanket down his face so that only his eyes could be seen. He grabbed your wrist and you could sense he was smirking. “Then, will you warm me up by climbing in here with me? I might leave if there’s no one to supervise me.”

You blushed at his words and tried to shake off the grasp he had on your wrist. “Then you would get me sick too!”

The next morning, he was the one taking care of you.

dogmeat666  asked:

Hey Wil, I'm going to the psychiatrist tomorrow for the first time since I was a kid. I'm scared. I believe I'm struggling with depression and anxiety, my girlfriend that suffers from that too also thinks I have these problems. She's the one who's been insisting for me to get help and I finally caved and got an appointment. I feel really lost. I don't think I'll have support from my family in this. My mom mocks my girlfriend's problems with depression. Any advice?

I’m sorry that your mom doesn’t respect your mental health. Maybe she’s scared, because a lot of people feel like depression and anxiety are weakness. One of the reasons I talk about it so much, and without any shame or hesitation, is to help change that. I’m sorry that you aren’t getting the support that you need from your family. That sucks a lot. 

It doesn’t mean that you aren’t worth taking care of yourself. It doesn’t mean that you should just suck it up and deal with it, because your mom is uncomfortable addressing it.

I’m sure you’ve heard me say this before, but I’m going to say it again: if you had any kind of serious physical illness that prevented you from living a full and joyful life, you’d go get treatment. You’d get a broken leg mended and you’d probably have physical therapy to help you get used to walking on it again. You’d get medication and make changes to your diet if you had diabetes (nee diabeetus). You’d wear eyeglasses if you needed to correct your vision. The list goes on and on, and you can probably see where I’m going right now: mental health is no different. 

I’m really proud of you for standing up for yourself, and for reaching out. I know that it’s scary. It was scary for me the first time I went to talk to a doctor, too. That’s totally normal. It’s also normal to feel lost, because you probably feel like you don’t know what to expect. I’m going to tell you what my first experience was like: I made an appointment to see the doctor, and I went to it. I signed in, and the receptionist gave me some forms to fill out. This included questions about my insurance and stuff, and a few pages of questions about my medical history, my family history, and why I was there. I answered the questions briefly, and honestly, which is really important. I gave them back to the receptionist, and then I waited for a few minutes. The office had a lot of aquariums, so I watched a bunch of big goldfish with the big googly eyes swim around.

The doctor came out and invited me into his office. I sat down on a couch across from him. If I wanted to lay down, like you see in movies, I could do that, but I didn’t have to. I chose to sit up. He asked me why I was there, and to describe my feelings to him. He was kind and a good, active listener. We spoke for about 20 minutes or so, though it felt much longer. I don’t recall the exact specifics, but I do remember that he said, “please let me help you. I’m going to give you a prescription, and I want you to come back in a week so we can see how it’s working for you.”

I got my prescription filled, and I started my meds the next morning. I didn’t feel anything for a few days, until I was walking with Anne and I realized that, for the first time in decades – maybe in my whole life – I didn’t feel overwhelmed and worried and scared and anxious and frustrated. I’ve described it like walking out of a loud room that I’d been in for so long, I didn’t realize how loud it was until all that was left was the ringing in my ears.

I went back after a week, told him how I was doing, and he didn’t change anything. He had me come back every couple of weeks for a few months until it was clear that the meds were working, and then we changed it to every three months. 

Eventually, after a couple of years, I needed to change up my medication, because that’s a thing that happens. It wasn’t a big deal, and I’ve been on that medication and dose for like five years.

It isn’t like this for everyone, and your experience may be different. You may try a medication that doesn’t work, or makes you feel physically ill. That can happen, because everyone’s body chemistry is different. I understand that it used to happen a lot, but modern antidepressants are much more advanced and have fewer side effects than the ones that were widely prescribed as recently at 15 years ago. So it’s unlikely that you’ll have problems, but I want you to know that it’s a possibility, so that if it does happen, you don’t think that there’s something wrong with you. It really is different for everyone, and sometimes you have to try a couple of different things before you find the one that works for you.

Boy, this is a lot to take in. I think I’ll go ahead and be quiet now, right after I point you to a thing from yesterday where we talked about writing down the things you feel, the questions you have, and the things you’re concerned about, so that when you get into the office, you don’t have to worry about forgetting things.

I’m going to repeat this: I’m very proud of you. I know that it’s scary, I know that you feel lost and alone right now. You’re doing a very courageous thing, getting help for yourself, and talking with a doctor.

It’s gonna be okay. YOU are going to be okay. I promise. Please let me know how it goes, and if you prefer that I keep your next post to me confidential, I respect that. 

anonymous asked:

I've been absent from Tumblr and the Sterek fandom for about a year, I'm still so in love with this ship and I figured I would ask you something. What are some of the TOP fics/fanart/headcanons/anyyyything that I missed that I NEED TO SEE/READ? .....I'm sorry if this is a daunting question, but I just missed them

First of all, welcome back Nonnie!! We Sterek shippers are still here going strong and producing amazing content. I’m going to try to keep these recs from 2016! 

(Also full disclosure I’m missing a ton of awesome fic, these are just ones that I pulled from my bookmarks and from my page)

Ao3 Fics: 

Fluffing Gobstoppers by mikkimouse (words: 1,615, explicit)
Stiles is cursed not to curse. He’s really not happy about it.
Starting Now I’m Starting Over by skoosiepants (words: 4,306, teen)
Stiles may or may not have gotten his professorship at Hogwarts because he can turn into a cat.
detectives stilinski & hale and the case of ust bystilinskisparkles (words: 5,447, teen)
“Detective Stiles Stilinski,” Derek says through gritted teeth, glaring at Stiles the whole time, “Is the best detective I’ve ever know.”
What’s In a Name? by Rose235b (words: 6,214, teen)
Derek finds a Polish baby names book and decides that his new goal in life is finding out Stiles’ real name through trial and error.
A Tentative Truce by Inell (words: 8,540, teen)
Stiles and Derek have a long standing rivalry that has extended beyond the Beacon Hills High School theater department to every other area of their high school lives. With the announcement of the winter production, their competitiveness has to be set to the side so the musical can be successful. With a tentative truce in place, Stiles unable to ignore his growing infatuation for his co-star.
Feed Me Diamonds by TroubleIWant (words: 14,591, mature)
Derek is Batman, Stiles is Cat…dude? Uh, he’s the Cat Thief, let’s go with that. They bone, okay? But first they angst about it.
i have always been the storm by stilinskisparkles (words: 25,251, explicit)
The Sterek Twister AU
Snatches of Sound by bleep0bleep, rosepetals42 (words: 26,105, explicit)
In which Stiles and Derek are rival musicians who, somehow, through no fault of their own, are forced to work together.
Blind Date With A Book by thepsychicclam (words: 30,361, mature)
Stiles thought the Blind Date With a Book trend was a great way to drum up business for his small bookshop. He definitely thought it was a great idea after the hot guy kept returning and buying more blind dates with books.
And I Never Thought I’d Ever Say Forever by suchfun (words: 31,844, mature)
He used to believe it, back when he was sixteen and idealistic, before he actually got his TiMER, back when he was so sure that his soulmate would be Paige. Back when he believed in the romcoms, in his mom’s books, in the elaborate advertisements for TiMERs—the ones with all the interviews with loving real life couples, with testimonials to their effectiveness and their ability to make you happy and fulfilled, with guarantees of an improved quality of life and even life expectancy. Back when he thought meeting his soulmate was an inevitability, not a slim possibility.
The Circus at the End of the World by mikkimouse (words: 91,049, explicit)
Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.

Derek Hale and his sisters, Laura and Cora, are the proprietors of Hale’s Circus of Magic, Monsters, and Mystical Wonders, known colloquially as the Circus at the End of the World. They and their ragtag pack ride the rails between the outposts and the Havens, performing for those who can pay (and some who can’t). Their circus is a small haven in and of itself, a place of safety for those who have nowhere else to go.

It’s a quiet life…until Stiles Stilinski joins the crew.

Headcanons and Not!Fic

Confident Stiles not!fic (tooting my own horn here)
Jock!Stiles headcanon/not!fic by @pale-silver-comb
Sterek first kiss headcanon/not!fic (me again sorry…)
Sappy!Derek not!fic by @strictly-chaotic
Stiles not being affected by Derek’s hotness by @thepsychicclam
May I Interest You in an Apology Muffin fic by @leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
Derek forgetting his anchor headcanon by @halekingsourwolf
Angle of View fic by @petals42 (superman!derek, cameraman Stiles)
Sterek Olymic AU by @whatthehellisahoechlin
Sterek office AU (me again… oops?)
Bickering and cute Sterek headcanon by @braedens
New Years Ficlet by @eeyore9990
Sterek Tinder AU
Now There’s Your Pickup Line
by @leslieknopeismyspiritanimal

There are so, so many more that I just can’t find right now because I’m sleepy and also lazy. 

I would also check out @spider999now@andavs@geeky-sova, and @batwynn for their killer fan art. I’m serious, their art is amazing. 

Also if you’re not already following these lovely people, check ‘em out (also I’m missing a bunch of killer blogs because I suck) @pale-silver-comb @strictly-chaotic @mad-madam-m @haletostilinski @halekingsourwolf @wellhalesbells @wibblywobblytimeywimeygirl @cobrilee @coyotequeens @eternalsterek-broughttolife @shealwaysreads @inell @theofficialstereklibrary @thesparkandthewolf @sterektrashbag @stileshale @redhoodedwolf @ryvetted4 @smokesforsterek @bleep0bleep @yodas-yo-yo @endgame-sterek @petals42 @shitpostingsterek @stilinskihalefamily

If any of y’all have any recommendations feel free to add them!

Bring Me Back, Part One

Requested by Multiple Flubbles

There will be three parts to this fic. This part is mostly just angst. Yeah.

Suggested song for this fic: “Oblivion” by M83

“No!” you screamed, pounding your fists against the glass that separated you from the Doctor. “No! Doctor! Doctor!”

This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t be happening. But your chest screamed with the reality of it, with the pain, because you knew what was coming. If this happened (and it was happening, alright, sure as the sun rises), then you would never see the Doctor again. That realization burned your insides like fire and you screamed, rage and fear bundled into something primal and horrifying that pushed you beyond what was human. You pounded your fists so hard that skin broke and blood smeared the glass and you didn’t even feel it.

“Doctor!”

He was fighting, screaming your name.

“Bring her back!” he howled at the Cybermen who had ahold of him. “Bring her back! Don’t you dare take her, don’t you dare! Back off! Bring her back to me!”

Why couldn’t you break the glass? Why couldn’t you just break the damned glass?

You shrieked as you felt metal hands grab at you. They were pulling you, pulling you away from the Doctor, and fear jolted so harshly through you that it physically hurt.

“Doctor!” you cried out as you fought against them. “Doctor! Doctor!”

His head snapped in your direction. When his eyes found yours, the scream on your lips fluttered away, soft and soundless like a moth. There was fear in his eyes, terrible fear like you had never seen from him before, but worse than that was despair. You weren’t even gone yet, and he was in despair, which meant… which meant… that he already believed that you were lost. That your chances were less than even the Doctor would take, which meant that there was no chance at all.

In that moment, you should have been afraid for your life, or your existence, or something. Death by Cybermen was an awful thing no matter how they offed you. There were only so many options, and none of them were easy ways to go. But your heart dropped to your stomach and your stomach shot to your throat and your throat constricted and your ribs slid tightly into your gut like an iron corset, not because you knew that you were about to die a horrible death, but because you would never see the Doctor again.

You had promised. You had promised that you would never leave him. You had promised that to him. You had sacrificed your human life, your normalcy or any semblance thereof, because you loved him. Because he needed someone to stay.

He’s going to be alone. The thought stabbed into your mind like an icicle, cold and sharp and bright. He’s going to be alone.

There was the sharp sensation of pointed metal at the back of your neck, the echo of the Doctor’s wrathful screaming in your ears, and then there was only darkness.

And there was only darkness.

And there was only darkness.

And there was only darkness.

And then the Doctor’s eyes opened.

He blinked rapidly, trying to find his bearings in the dark. The smell of laundry detergent filled his nose, stinging his ‘superior’ olfactory senses with its sharp chemical tang. Soft fabric slid along his skin, the surface under him had just enough give and spring to bounce on if he so pleased, and something that reeked of laundry detergent cradled his head. A pillow.

Bed. He was in bed. And if the burning pain in his throat was any indicator, he had been screaming.

The Doctor reached a hand out for you, searching the landscape of Kamalzan cotton sheets for the comforting warmth of your body. You didn’t sleep together, not by default, but whenever he had bad dreams, you came to him (or, occasionally, he came to you, asking if he could sleep in your bed like a scared child, and you always said yes and managed not to let him feel humiliated about it). He hadn’t woken up screaming, but his raw throat proved that he had been screaming at some point in the night, which meant you had probably come in awhile ago and settled him down without waking him up.

His wandering hand found only cold, twisted sheets.

“Sweetheart?” the Doctor rasped. Fear crackled through his gut and he scrabbled for the switch on the lamplight. He clicked it on and the yellow bulb nearly blinded him, but it was immediately apparent that you weren’t in the room.

Had you left to sleep in your own bed? Had you only stayed long enough to calm him down before leaving? That didn’t seen right. You never did that. But the sheets on the other side of the bed were cold and there was no indent in the mattress or the pillows to suggest that a second person had been in the bed that night. Which meant… well, it didn’t mean anything other than that you hadn’t gotten into the bed, which was highly unusual, but maybe… maybe you had foreseen his raw throat and went to get him some tea or something. Yes, you had done that before while he slept before. You wouldn’t have left him alone if you knew he would wake up, would you? Of course not. There was no reason for you to think this would happen. If he had slept through his own screaming, you probably hadn’t imagined that he would wake up while you went to make tea.

Feeling relieved and a little bit foolish, the Doctor relaxed against his pillows and tried not to wrinkle his nose at the smell of laundry detergent. He definitely wouldn’t be getting this kind again. It reeked of chemicals and overpowered every other smell in the room (including the faint scent of you that always clung to his bed after one of these nightmare-plagued-Time-Lord-support-system-sleep-over nights, and he was rather fond of that scent). He would just have to get some of that organic stuff from Orion.

The Doctor shifted onto his side. He felt sad, for some reason. It was probably because of the nightmare. It was all fuzzy in his mind now, but he recalled the sensation of despair. It must have been an especially bad one, to leave him with echo emotions.

Fifteen minutes passed. You hadn’t returned.

Twenty minutes.

Half an hour.

The Doctor stopped convincing himself to wait and slipped out of bed. He grabbed the blue robe hanging on the bedpost and pulled it on, synching the tie tightly around his middle. In this skinny body, everything felt too big for him (with the exception of his suit, which happened to be half a size too small). Oddly enough, the Doctor couldn’t find his slippers, so he was left bare-footed as he padded out of his room and down the hall.

Other than the deep hum of the TARDIS, everything was silent. If you were in the kitchen, there would be some noise. That only left your room, because you couldn’t be anywhere else, not at night.

The Doctor opened the dark wood door to your room and found it empty. Not just empty, though. The air was wrong, the smell was wrong. Even the bed was wrong - he could tell by the way the folds fell that you had dashed them aside and jumped out of bed, which was the norm whenever alarms went off in the TARDIS, but they had also been folded back. He blinked at the odd sight. You didn’t do that. It was the middle of the night. If you had heard him screaming, you wouldn’t have bothered to halfway straighten-out rumpled covers. And there was a tank top on the floor, one he recognized that you slept in… slippers were ignored under the bed, flannel bottoms were tossed across the far side of the bed. You had changed in a hurry. Why in the world would you have changed?

Something sharp and red prickled at the back of the Doctor’s mind. Oh. Oh, no, no, no.

The Doctor carefully pulled back the covers and slipped into your bed as gently as he could, trying not to disturb anything. Your bed smelled like you, but the smell was stale. Old, faded. You hadn’t slept in this bed for weeks.

The memories slipped back into his mind like fog over the ground, and the Doctor let out a quiet sob as the pain and loneliness of your absence reasserted themselves in his hearts. Everything hurt. Everything hurt so badly and he had tried to make himself forget, but he couldn’t. He clutched at your pillows and breathed in your scent as well as he could manage despite the tears that were closing his throat. He whimpered your name, calling for you, hoping against all hope that you would suddenly appear, or wake him up from this nightmare.

You had been dead for weeks. The Doctor was alone in the TARDIS.


“I hate you!” the Doctor spat at the console.

The TARDIS had, in her own mourning for you, allowed the Doctor to wallow in his hurt for a whole month. No more. She was kicking him out to adventure, to save someone, to something. To do anything, as long as it stopped him from trying to block his own memories and failing and breaking down into a sobbing mess over and over and over again.

“I hate you!” he snapped again. “Rassilon, I hate you, you meddling, heartless machine! You knew it wasn’t safe! You knew it wasn’t safe and you landed anyway and now she’s gone because of you!”

Silence answered the Doctor. He spat out more insults, including a litany of cusses from various language that insulted the TARDIS’s parentage, sexual orientation, offspring, physical aesthetics, personal character, and mother specifically. And then the Doctor broke down.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, dropping to his knees and pressing his forehead to the side of the console. "I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t… I just can’t do this.“

The TARDIS decided to let him stay inside for just one more day.

The Doctor stared at the Cybermen in front of him and felt nothing.

"You took her,” he said, dangerously calm. He almost sounded bored. “You took my girl from me. That girl, do you know her name? I bet not. She was gonna be my wife. I’ve got the ring and everything. I was just waiting for the right moment to ask her.”

The Cybermen stared blankly, just as all Cybermen stared. They didn’t seem to care.

“I was gonna be happy again,” he stressed to them. “I was gonna be a better man. For her. But you took that from me, so now… what’ve I got to be a better man for? Y'know, I always try to save you poor gits, or to at least kill you nicely. Put you out of your misery. I know you’d be miserable, if you had feelings. But you took my girl. That means I don’t care anymore.”

He surged forward. The Cybermen that had stood so perfectly still all reacted at once, but one of them was down before it even got the chance to move. And then the second one was down just as fast.

And so it went.

“You alright, mate?”

The Doctor glanced up at the young man standing above him. Very young, mid-twenties by the look of him. Odd chin, floppy hair, bowtie. A pretty boy, definitely, with a strange smile, like he knew some brilliant secret that he was just dying to tell but still wouldn’t because it was too good to spoil.

 "I’m fine,“ the Doctor answered.

"Nah,” said the young man, flopping down to sit next to him on the park bench. Flop was a very good word for him. He was floppy. And sparky-eyed. "You’re not. I can tell. Go on, spill.“

The Doctor glared, adding a hint of the Oncoming Storm into the look. The man didn't seem one bit bothered. And then, because sometimes the Doctor just could tell, he thought that you might have liked this man. Maybe you would have liked him a wee bit too much, and that- that- oh, that would have made him jealous before, but now it just seemed sort of funny.

With a sigh, the Doctor sat back. "It’s a girl, alright? Just a girl.”

“Oh, it’s never just a girl,” the man corrected. Wise words from a puppy, the Doctor thought. "So, what? Breakup? Were you a rubbish date? Ooh, even better: you’re completely in love and she doesn’t even know you exist.“

"I lost her.”

“Oh, darn. Breakup is the worst option outta those.”

“No, she-” The Doctor scrubbed a palm down his face, angry with himself for talking to a stranger about this. But he just couldn’t stop, could he? "She died. There was an accident.“

"Ah.” The young man nodded sagely. “I see.”

“Do you?”

“My wife’s had some health problems,” the man admitted, shrugging in a way that made him seem uncomfortable with the broadness of his own shoulders. “We thought that she wasn’t gonna live half as long as me. We had to search all over the world for something to tack on a few more years to her life expectancy.”

Despite himself, the Doctor was curious. “Yeah? And how’s she doing now?”

“Funny story, actually. We went back to my hometown, in Ireland, and whaddaya know! They’ve got what she needs. She’s got full life expectancy now. She might even outlive me.”

The young man seemed so genuinely pleased with this that the Doctor couldn’t help smiling, just a little bit.

“Good for the both of you,” the Doctor said, softer and kinder than he had been before.

“Yeah,” the young man agreed. And then, unexpectedly, he patted the Doctor on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging smile. “Hey now, don’t you give up.  I’ll betcha that something good is just around the corner.”

“Maybe,” the Doctor said, and he didn’t believe it at all.

For some reason, the young man laughed.

gatheringbones  asked:

u gotta think that solas who utterly loathes the inquisitor has to feel happy as a clam and really really not that torn up about his plan. TRA LA LA THESE PEOPLE DON'T MATTER AND MOST OF THEM ARE ASSHOLES I'M JUST GONNA PUT IT TO RIGHTS.

This is the most interesting (terrifying, wonderful, thematically relevant) thing in that game, right?? Like, how different Solas feels about the world, about his situation, if you’ve never, ever, once made the effort to reach out to him. How hard and closed his heart is. And what changes and blooms if you just effing empathize with and speak to and listen to a person who needs it. If you show love for a person who is obviously crying out for help.

Patrick Weekes always spoke about Solas with such gentle tender compassion, and now I understand why.

And yeah, exactly like you were saying, the game, it turns out, is about empathy!!! which shocks me only because I didn’t realize it before, during Inquisition. When the main game ended, I thought, “this game is about religious faith and about people lying” - when Trespasser ended, it became so much clearer, so much more meaningful. It really made the main game so much better. “this game is about empathy, about repairing physical and emotional breaches, about compassion and healing and letting go of the past and the pieces of yourself you can’t keep.”

What shocked me coming into the final stretch of Trespasser was that, FORGET about the flea distraction that is the Saarebas, the conversation you have with Solas is the Last Boss Fight of Inquisition. And, in a first that I’ve encountered in a video game, it’s a final confrontation lost or won purely through empathy. Solas is desperately asking the Inquisitor to listen to him, to help him, to stop him. He would never have told you anything if he didn’t want you to stop him. It’s a quiet conversation, full of pain, and it’s more climactic than all the fighting in the last 10 hours of gameplay put together, including Corypheus. This conversation is the most climactic final boss I can remember playing in years. And the game rewards you for your patience and empathy, your friendship. The connections you made opens up options, gives leeway for peace and healing.

(the game that lets you let the tortured, enslaved dragon go free rather than killing it)

(the game where cole, compassion incarnate, greatly approves when you say you will save Solas)

It’s probably not going to happen, but in the next game I would hope that, in world states where the Inquisitor cut Solas off or physically abused him, that it’s fully 6 times harder to beat the game. I hope that helping Solas come to terms is a genuine method of beating DA4. The information the Inquisitor has access to if they stop to listen to Solas is like 150 times as useful as one who always told him to shut up. And Solas wants you to use that information. In the good ending of this game, he’s so desperate that you do so. In the bad ending, he’s an island.

My Home - Chapter 1 - Jacob Frye x Reader

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7

A/N: Anonymous requested a story about older Jacob having to rescue the reader from Jack the Ripper. Me, being my over-the-top self, decided to turn this into multiple chapters instead of a one shot. I also received a request to use a certain quote and I feel that it fits with this story so it will be included in either the next chapter or the one after that.

Basically what I wanted to do was find a way to make things a bit more dramatic when he rescues you so it starts off with your relationship with young Jacob. He gets two or three strikes and this chapter is sort of strike one. He messes up and gets you upset and has to find a way to make things right. The next one or two chapters will be strikes and eventually…well, you know. This is working up to the rescue so don’t worry, older Jacob will be in here…I just like extra angst and making people (and myself) suffer.

WORDS: 1378
WARNINGS: None really…just angst

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Keaton Henson sentence starters
  • "Do you know who you are?"
  • "Do you know your lip shakes when you're mad?"
  • "You don't like to be touched, let alone kissed."
  • "Does his love make your head spin?"
  • "It seems as though I'm on my own."
  • "I'm losing friends."
  • "I know that there's friction between me and you."
  • "I know that you're uncomfortable."
  • "I know it's hard for you to tell me the truth, but while we are doing so... I love you."
  • "You love to argue, you can't play guitar, but still, let me tell you that I love who you are."
  • "Love, I hope you are well."
  • "At least we now both have a story to tell."
  • "I feel you know me better than most."
  • "In spite of real distance, we'll always be close."
  • "I walked through the rain for you, you said to go home."
  • "Miss you terribly already."
  • "I hope for your life, you forget about mine."
  • "Please forget me, you were right, dear. I am cold and self-involved."
  • "I'll write my loneliness in poems, if I can just think how to start."
  • "I still worry more about you."
  • "I am rude and unkind."
  • "It's been four years and it does not end."
  • "I still felt alone, but I knew that you'd be there."
  • "I loved her more than I love myself."
  • "She is with another guy."
  • "I won't dance 'til you hold me."
  • "Please, don't leave me."
  • "I'm sorry, can't make your party."
  • "I'm afraid I'd kill your lover while your back was turned."
  • "So this is where you wanted to be, and it's a goddamn shame that you're not here with me."
  • "I see pictures now of the two of you and it makes me sick."
  • "Damn, I love you."
  • "Here's to you, you miserable fuck."
  • "Drink up, so we can both finally die."
  • "She's as stubborn as winter and as kind as the sun."
  • "Why was she listening to someone like me?"
  • "I know I'm awful, I can't even cry."
  • "You're my best friend, I'll love you til one of us dies."
  • "Teach me how to love you."
  • "I'll learn not to look at you with scorn."
  • "Don't expect me to change."
  • "I never loved you enough."
  • "This feels right and I'm letting it."
  • "I will not tire of you."
  • "Turns out that nothing is fair."
  • "You can leave me if you wish, but I'm not going anywhere."
  • "I am a fragile one."
  • "Please do not break my heart, I think it's had enough pain to last the rest of my life."
  • "You don't have to make any promises."
  • "If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part."
  • "I can see in your eyes that you mean it."
  • "All of these years you've been lonely."
  • "You are right, I've been looking as well, babe, I'm not looking for you."
  • "I'm just as damn disappointed as you."
  • "I'm truly alone and I like it."
  • "Though we're young, I feel eighty years old."
  • "Your arms around me are keeping me warm, but baby, I'm still feeling cold."
  • "You're kind and you're beautiful, too."
  • "I feel in some way I do love you but babe, I'm not in love with you."
  • "You seem to look through me, I wonder what you see."
  • "I wish I could stay with you."
  • "I wish I could wake at dawn to see you without make up on."
  • "You look the best today."
  • "I've been right here waiting for you to wake up."
  • "You think you're better than them."
  • "I hope you end up missing me."
  • "Your friends will always just be in your way."
  • "I'm just getting started, let me offend."
  • "The devil's got nothing on me, my friend."
  • "All I want is to be left alone."
  • "Sweetheart, what have you done to us?"
  • "Oh please, just come here, don't fight with me."
  • "Baby, please don't look at me like that."
  • "I will see you in the morning."
  • "Don't think of me like that, just picture me leaving and not coming back."
  • "This is your home now so don't you forget."
  • "I did it all for you."
  • "I'll do my best to teach you to fly."
  • "Come on baby, make me fall in love with you."
  • "I guess we can make it all the way."
  • "Turns out we don't belong after all."
  • "This feels different than it felt before."
  • "Guess that you were just expecting more, come on, you knew me, what'd you do that for?"
  • "I am selfish to my very core."
  • "I'm so damn scared of dying without you."
  • "Don't lie, I know we're fixing to die."
  • "I'll smile and pretend and won't show to the crowd."
  • "No, I won't be the damnedest bit fucking surprised."
  • "I won't give up, not until I'm holding you."
  • "Don't let go of my hand."

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I honestly might have already sent this but I'm not sure because I have a horrible memory I'm sorry!! The RFA's + V reactions to male!MC coming out to extremely homophobic parents about their relationship? I suppose this doesn't really work with Jaehee though XD Hope you have a good day and sorry if I already sent this!

this going to be goood~ I’m pan hehe, and my parents are really old school, so yeah, I don’t have a great relationship with them lol.  Tell me something about yourselves, little followers!

Note: In SEVEN’s part, there are SPOILERS for his route.

Yoosung:

He has never being more nervous in his life! It’s like he’s about to take an exam that’s impossible to pass, he will give his all though. 

Your parents have called some days before and invited you for dinner. You invited Yoosung, but didn’t say anything, he was just going to show up. When you both arrived to your parents house, his poor heart just stops. You both greeted everyone and sat down in the living room. You told them that Yoosung was a student and stuff like that. “Oh, well, you seem to be a remarkable young man, Yoosung, I hope you two become great friends” your mom said. He just got really red and stiff. “Actually, Mom, he… there’s a reason he came with me.. He is.. my boyfriend”. Everyone turned to see you two. 

Your family just lost it, they shouted at you, “We’ve rose you better than this!”, but you just told them that you loved him. Only shouts and insults came out of your parent’s mouth. At one point, Yoosung tried to protect you, wich caused your father to get angrier and almost hit him. “Enough, we’re leaving. That’s why I’m never home” you said while picking your jacket and storming out the house while grabbing Yoosung’s cold hand. 

He started crying as soon as you were alone and apologizing although it wasn’t his fault. 


Zen:

Once he asked you if he was ever going to meet you family, that they should be cute, kind people like his prince. But you just said that it wasn’t a good idea and maybe you’d try later. 

A while after, you were cudding and watching movies together at Zen’s house when your mother called you. He paused the movie and watch you as you talked. “So where are you, male!MC? When are you going to visit?”, you remembered what Zen had asked and well, you just told her: “I’m… Right now I am with my… boyfriend” you murmured. Zen’s eyes widened and he got closer. There was a wierd silence before he could hear screams coming from your phone. “What are you talking about, male!MC! That’s why we should never let you do whatever you wanted, you’ve never had an idea of what you should do! You’re so useless, not even a girlfriend you can get, you’ll never have a family or someone who loves you!”. You started crying and Zen was just panicking, how could they treat his lovely prince like that? “I’m gay, mother! I don’t want a girlfriend, and… Zen loves me”. You father became part of the conversation at some point and you had both of them sreaming at you for a while and you trying to defend youself, until they told you that you were not their son, and they never wanted to see you again. That was it, Zen was so mad by that point. “Well that’s good, he needs someone better than a family like yours. He’s the best person in the world and if you can’t see it then you don’t deserve him”. And he hung up. 

He’d apologize and hugged you until you calmed down. Well, you were going to live a happy life with Zen.


Jumin: 

You’ve never wanted to tell your parents about your relationship with Jumin, but the wedding was near and he told you to invite them. You refused though, it scared you. He send them an invitation anyways.

Some days after, you were having dinner with him and got a phone call from home. He signaled to answer, not even imagining what was going to happen next.

“Mom, Dad? What’s up”

It went down hill from there. Screams, insults were just coming from the other end of the phone. You just tried to hold your tears but failed, and Jumin was just paralized, he didn’t want this to happen at all. You tried to explain, protect yourself and Jumin, but also failed. He, after some minutes, grabbed your phone and just hung up and embraced you.

“I- I send an invitation to them.. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know… I..” He was truly sorry and determined to make it up to you. You explained to him and he was just so mad. You never talked about it again and just tried to forget about then and live happily with your now husband. 


Seven: 

He never understood those people who were homophobic because of their religion. It was definitely a shock to found out about your parents and he never brought it up. He understood that you didn’t want to tell them, but he also felt sad, like if you didn’t tell them, your relationship wouldn’t be official(?)

Once you brought it up, and told him that you didn’t want to hide anymore since Seven, I mean, Saeyoung himself was making some changes in his life. He hesitated but told you he would support your decision. 

You went all the way to your parents home with him and just started chatting with them casually. 

When you told them, they freaked out and started attacking both of you. You have never thought about this, but.. this situation, is like Saeyoung’s childhood right? You turned to him, and this definitely remembered him about his mom. He was scared, and on defense. You’ve never seen him like that. You quickly grabbed his hand and went home. You apologized for not thinking about it and try to calm him down… After that, he would just try to make you feel less guilty about it. 


V: 

he wasn’t blind in all this

You two had talked about it, to tell your parents about it, you kind of wanted to tell the truth but you were also afraid of how would they react. So V just told you that he’d suppoort your idea, but that you should do it when you were ready. So you waited. 

One day, you two were on a date in a new art museum. You two had always held hands even in public (cultural note: in korea, people normally don’t show afection in public, you show it less if you’re in a “gay” relationship..), you didn’t care what people thought about you. There was a photography display in one of the rooms of the museum, so you headed there.

Everything was going great, until you saw your parents observing some photos beside you. You frozed and held V’s hand tighter. “What’s the matter, male!MC?”. He looked at you, “Lets go, hurry” you said whispering. But someone stopped you, your mother. “male!MC?” she saw your hand still holding V’s, “Wha-at? What is this?” and she forcefully pulled you towards her. 

Yes, it was happening, your parents found out about you two and got really angry, and started a whole drama, all in public. “What do you think you two are doing?? It is disgusting! So disgraceful”. V tried to calm your parents and talk to them but they would just scream at you two, he really tried, he wanted to protect you. 

People just passed by, some seemed to agree with your parents and others just saw how you cried. “Jihyun, lets go, please, I can’t stand it”. 

And you went home. He spend a lot of time trying to calm you down and apologizing that you had to go through that. 

“D'you gotta story?”

Cherri was taken aback by the kid standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. She looked up at him inquisitively, waiting for him to confirm or deny. Cherri cleared his throat. “Um, why do you ask?” His voice was rough from disuse and he cleared his throat a few more times to smooth it over.

“Kobra said yer fun to talk to, so I figured you gotta story.”

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