i have so many scenarios in my mind

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Tomorrow is my graduation, but I’m not going. It’s not because I have better things to do (actually, I don’t) but I guess it’s because I’ve played that scenario in my head so many times that I am satisfied. My photo wearing the iconic sablay has gotten dusty because it’s been hanging on a wall of our house for more than a year now. In my mind, tomorrow would be the third time that I’m graduating from UP. As you may have guessed, I was delayed.

Ever since I started studying, I have always been an achiever, so imagine how I felt when college made me feel like nothing. Nobody said that it was easy, but no one warned me that it will be fucking hard: these were my thoughts when I entered UP. Of course, I did not expect that it would be a breeze, but I also didn’t expect that I would spend the next six years of my life in that space.

Writing this now, I wonder what I had learned in those years:

Every Math subject is hard. I spent my first months in college crying myself to sleep because of Algebra. It was then that the thoughts of how stupid I am were starting to sink into my skull. After Algebra, I took another Math 1 that everyone said was easy… it wasn’t. On the other hand, it was also Math which taught me that I’m not stupid. With my Trigonometry class, I was able to prove this – that no matter how difficult it is, you just have to try harder and harder every time. Never give up.

You don’t need to join organizations, fraternities or sororities to gain friends. During my first weeks, I was able to be a part of this big group of to-be-popular-kids in my batch, but it didn’t feel right for me. I was happy for a while until it felt too much for me. There was also a time when I was persuaded to join some orgs, frats and soros but I declined each one not seeing the necessity for it. My advice: only join such if you really think it is for you, but don’t force yourself to fit in.

Minor subjects = Major subjects. There’s this common joke of minor subjects pretending to be major subjects because of how difficult they are, but I think we just take those subjects for granted. Minor and major subjects require the same effort and are both important to get you through college.

Some professors genuinely care. I’m that type of student who sits at the back and just wishes for class to end – at least, I was like this in college. I had this female professor who seemed to remember my name earlier than the other professors. I noticed that there were also times she pushed me to participate in class. When I was collecting my old college exams recently, I saw one exam booklet from her class. At the last page, it wrote (non-verbatim): you can do better than this if you try harder.

It’s good to have a crush life. Believe me, you’re better off having just a crushie in college than being in love. My crush was a part of a frat which had handsome members. I don’t even know how my crush for him developed and WHY HIM? But having a crush on him made me feel excited to attend a class that bored me to death! One time he also talked to me and my heart jumped. Hi, creativity! No, my URL is not related to him.

Find your best friend here. It was in college that I was able to meet people who I am sure will be a part of my lifetime here on Earth. I had good high school friends, but I had great college ones. Here, I found different people who shared my problems when I needed someone to get me through the day. We never put labels on our friendship, but I am sure they are the best friends I ever had.

Don’t keep buying new fillers if you’re lazy. I used to buy the complete set of school stuff before the beginning of every semester, regardless if I barely used the previous ones I owned. Come on! Who doesn’t like new things for school? It was in my later years that I realized I was just wasting money and being pretentious. I’m not gonna take down notes more often just because I have a new notebook and pen. After that realization, I always just buy one notebook and pad paper – I still barely wrote in my notebook.

New professors are best. When you encounter a professor for the first time, you should take advantage of it. I know my professors already had prejudices about me, so it was often difficult for me to change the biases we had with each other, but new professors see me as a blank slate. Often in these classes, I was able to excel.

That smart kid may also just be a cheater. I’ve had some classmates who were very intelligent but were also very good cheaters. It disappointed me that I can’t look at them differently when I found out. Moreover, it’s these smart but cheats who still get the favor of the faculty in helping them with their cases. Now those people are studying at med and law school. Remember: honor and excellence!

It helps you be independent. It was because of college that I was away from my family for the first time. It was difficult but it helped in my growth as a person. I learned to shoulder my problems about school, friends and love on my own. Honestly, in my later years in college, I preferred to be alone but am still approachable. Independence is different from being lonely.

Group works ruin friendships. Group works are our professors’ ways to force us to socialize. Back then, we preferred to be grouped with our friends but later on we all learned that this is not such a wise decision. Group work shows a part of our friends that we didn’t know existed – the freeloader side. However, we should also be able to separate group work issues from personal ones.

College changes you. College is not just about you and studying; it’s also going to play a big role in your relationship with your family, friends, and significant other. It’s going to try to kill you but you don’t let it, and then you’ll emerge stronger. It’s going to try to prove that you are not good and worthy enough, but you’ll have to fight back and prove it wrong. Don’t leave college until you’re done with it. That is the only way to win.

Tomorrow is my graduation, but I’m not going. It doesn’t mean I didn’t learn anything or that I don’t value my time served there. Yes, it felt like a prison but it was actually the place where I learned freedom. I have gone through a lot studying in UP. A LOT. I didn’t want to make this post dramatic, so I wrote about it like this. Needless to say, it has become a part of who I am now. UP can be harsh, and it has been harsh to me, but I still love it the same. It was hard, but I made it. Finally.

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So I have an album to your request and in total i have 24 screenshots of requests. Have in mind that some screens have two asks. I wanted to make this post to first, thank you all for your support because having so many requests means you like my posts and that makes me happy. And second, to tell you that im working on ALL the requests. ALL OF THEM (the scenarios might take longer because im insecure about them) Im working on all of them and i write it down as soon as i get the inspiration. Some of you might think i wont post your request because it been a while but no, i promise i will post everything. Maybe it will take more time or less so please don’t give up on me. I try to make every text special and sometimes inspiration disappears. I also added a screen of the notes because thats where i write the ideas before making the actual text or reaction. So as i said please be patient and keep supporting me. It means a lot. Thank you so much.

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markhyuck criminal minds au
  • donghyuck is the tech analyst 
  • was caught by the fbi after hacking into their database for the millionth time (he’d been on their watchlist since he was 13) and gets recruited into the behavioral analysis unit
  • really REALLY loves orange soda and cherry coke slurpees from 7/11 and will do just abt anything for barbecue lays chips 
  • mark is the new profiler hired by the bau fresh out of quantico
  • he graduated top of his class and every department in the bureau wanted him but he chose to be a profiler instead 
  • very terrified of lee taeyong who is the lead supervisory agent of the bau n always stutters when he speaks up during meetings 
  • donghyuck tries to haze him during his first couple weeks and look intimidating but he literally plays ds games during his free time he’s about as intimidating as his prize nintendog ok
  • donghyuck thinks mark is super cute especially in a suit n when he gets all serious about a case bc otherwise he’s a bumbling awkward mess 
  • he constantly flirts with mark who is totally oblivious n the rest of the bau is completely FED UP
  • whenever donghyuck is called for a task he’ll only speak to mark n calls him babycakes n whatever disgusting pet name he can think of and gets extreme satisfaction from hearing mark stutter over the phone
  • one day donghyuck starts getting death threats from a serial killer n mark litERALLY WONT LET HIM OUT OF HIS SIGHT n camps out on donghyuck’s living room couch for two weeks straight until the dude is caught 
  • then he gets all embarrassed for suddenly being so protective of donghyuck n donghyuck won’t admit that he was totally playing up being the damsel in distress so that mark would pay attention to him 
  • finally taeyong n johnny (media liason, team dad) lock them in a janitor’s closet at headquarters n tell them to sort out their feelings n they wont be let out until they confess 
  • not even five minutes later they’re Officially Dating 

We were childhood friends and somewhere along the way in the harsh times we found love. We shared the same dream. We laughed. We teased each other. We cried together. We were happy. But suddenly everything changed. Fame cost us our love. And now after so many years we meet again. And my heart still beats for you.  I still long for your warmth, your laugh, your smile. I always loved you and I always will.

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Imagine you and bestfriend!Woozi getting to the point in your relationship where you guys can now tell what the other is thinking and feeling, without any exchange of words.

Love life tips: Dealing with crushes

So, I hear sometimes people angsting a fair bit about crushes. Fair enough, man, I’ve spent a long time in my day angsting over crushes. I still get crushes - metric tons of them, you have no idea how many people I crush on - but they don’t bother me so much anymore. Here’s my tip:

Stop playing the “imaginary relationship with my crush” games.

You know how when you’re playing sports coaches will always talk about visualization and all that junk? Playing through those scenarios in your mind *has an effect*. It lays down some pathways.

When you spend all that time daydreaming about an imagingary relationship that doesn’t exist, it deepens things, makes them more serious. And when it conflicts with the reality that you *aren’t* dating, that is what, I find, causes the serious pain.

And if you do end up dating them? Then you’ve got the conflict of what you imagined your relationship with them to be like versus what it actually ends up being, and that causes some pain on its own.

I’m not saying suppress the crush. Like, I still think about someone and go “Damn I’m attracted to that person, I really wish they were available/interested/appropriate.” You can think about how awesome your crush is, because let’s be honest - fighting it often is a struggle that just takes up more energy.

Just stop playing the “imaginary relationship” game with people.

This is not Khiphop but I just had to speak my mind y'all

Ok so I told myself I wasn’t going to say anything about this situation but I’ve seen so many people talking about this and being hella disrespectful I just have to. For those that don’t know I’m going to summarize the situation, basically Jackson Wang of Got7 did an advertisement for Pepsi and he had dreads. Poc (people of color) were upset, they tried to “educate him” on culture appropriation, he apologized but his apology wasn’t really an apology and he said those who were educating him were haters.

Me personally I don’t care that he had dreads you know why? Because everywhere I go non people of color wear dreads like it’s nothing it’s honestly a normal thing to me. I’m honestly disappointed and disgusted with how people are treating Jackson, did he choose the hairstyle himself ? Yes. Should it be a huge problem? No.

All these kpop stars that have had dreads and no one was being disrespectful to them, calling them names, sending death threats, etc. Those who called themselves educating him should’ve just left the situation alone because some (not all) were being hella problematic and disrespectful as fuck.

I sit there and I’m just like why say something to him about culture appropriation when you didn’t say shit to Kai, Taeyang, WinWin, Bobby, or any other kpop star that had dreads? Just let him do what he wants. Everyone up here knows (or if you don’t because you just followed me now you know) that I’m black, but I don’t take everything personally because I know at the end of the day people are going to do what they want and you can’t get mad at that.

Now I will say he could’ve taken a different approach to his apology but then again Jackson is a grown ass man and he can do and say what he wants and I know he wasn’t trying to be disrespectful to anyone. People are entitled to their own feelings but getting too into your feelings to the point where you think you’re right and everyone else is wrong is disrespectful as fuck.

Now if anyone has anything negative to say about me or Jackson write it on a piece of paper and shove it up your ass because if you’re not going to come correct don’t even bother saying anything thanks.

It’s Wednesday, which means it’s Crying About STAR WARS Time and I love that apparently it’s a never-ending font of things to cry about in the GFFA. But, hey, at least sometimes it’s crying in a good way? So, here, come cry some more with me about these space monks with their laser swords.

STAR WARS FIC RECS:
House of Cards by Smitty, obi-wan & anakin & oc, 23.8k
   Just when Obi-Wan thinks he has life figured out, a shadowy bounty hunter proves him wrong.
The Exchange by MissLearn, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & qui-gon & mace & rex & cast, 31.2k wip
   The Daughter has a bad day and it irrevocably changes the fate of the galaxy, twice over. Or; ROTS Obi-Wan and Anakin are swapped with their younger, TPM, selves. It changes things, in both parallels.
Obikin Ficlet: Exotic Dancer AU by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, imperial!obi-wan, 1k
   Prompt: “Exotic dancer!Anakin giving a private dance to sith lord!imperial general!Obi-Wan and they haven’t seen each other in 6 months. They missed each other and Obi-Wan just wants to touch Anakin but Anakin won’t let him.”
Clarity by anecdotalist, obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast,
   Anakin’s jealousy leads to the start of something new between him and Obi-Wan and a lot of frank discussions about things they should have talked about but didn’t in canon.
Do Not Go Gentle by Glare, obi-wan/anakin, a/b/o, 4.8k wip
   Anakin Skywalker is only six months into his Jedi training when he goes missing on a mission, bringing his Master’s life crashing down.
untitled by gaealynn, obi-wan/anakin, mild bondage, 1.9k
   I propose – an Obi-Wan who indulges one of Anakin’s tantrums and is startled to find that he, ah, doesn’t quite mind letting Anakin tie him up and dote on him; and an Anakin who is over the moon at being allowed to do so.
Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & cast, 54.3k wip
   Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious. Now she just needs to figure how to get back home and how to get Master Qui-Gon Jinn to take Senior Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi as a Padawan before the young boy is shipped off to Bandomeer to take up the quiet life of a farmer. Of course, that’s assuming she doesn’t take him as her Padawan first…
Choices by writegowrite, obi-wan & krell, sith!obi-wan, ~1k
   The path to the dark was easier than Obi-Wan had ever thought it could be.
Reunion by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k
   It has been nine minutes since Darth Vader arrived on the Rebel reconnaissance ship.
Lights Will Guide You Home by darlingargents, obi-wan/padme & potential obi-wan/anakin/padme & luke/ezra & leia & ahsoka & cast, 27.3k wip
   Obi-Wan knew that if he didn’t leave now, Padmé would die. And so he made his decision.
untitled by silvergryphon, leia & mace, 1.7k
   Everyone expected Leia to follow in her mother’s footsteps.
untitled by stonefreeak, padme & background anakin/padme, 1.2k
   Padmé stares at the clock on her bedside table. She knows it’s time to get up and get ready to face the day, but she… She doesn’t want to.
untitled by lurkingcrow, obi-wan & luke, 1.2k
   Obi-Wan braces against the bulkhead as yet another refugee pushes past him, attention focused upon the growing food line rather than the bedraggled figure hunched over his precious cargo.
untitled by fireflyfish, obi-wan/anakin & cast, pirate!obi-wan, 1.9k
   All things considered, Darth Vader was taking the news of growing pirate fleet surprisingly well, thought Lieutenant Piett as he followed after the towering, black-suited menace.

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anonymous asked:

If you had the opportunity to rewrite Erik's storyline in Apocalypse, how would you do it?

Oh, if only… 

There are so many scenarios in my mind unfolding themselves as I’m writing to you now…

 I never hid it; I’m a crazy Erik Lehnsherr fan. I’m afraid I might sound a bit too extreme and dramatic to some, so I’ll keep this short. I’ve already shared a few thoughts on the matter so I will leave a link here, in case you might be interested. –> x

I’m not an experienced writer and I definitely don’t pretend to know better, but I would never have written Erik trying to have a normal human life after all these years of undeserved imprisonment, away from all mutants, and I would certainly never have given him a family only to kill them afterwards to let him go mad from the pain so he could blindly follow the villain for convenience’s sake. He deserved better than that.

Here are a few things that I think would have been interesting to see in the movie:

- Erik has his Brotherhood and is actively involved in protecting and saving mutants;

- Erik assembles the X-Men when Charles cannot (that’s what he did in Age of Apocalypse);

- If you really want Erik to join Apocalypse, then you enslave him (he would not simply follow a stranger and then become hired muscle and nothing else);

- Erik works with Charles for more than two seconds;

- Erik contributes directly to Apocalypse’s demise (he killed him in Age of Apocalypse after he’d been weakened by a telepath, which could’ve been Charles in the movie).

A month of AUs - June 3

A/B/O verse Hanzo discovers he’s pregnant and worries about his ability to be a decent parent.

(Heads up, there may be a number of days in the A/B/O verse or variations of it, because while I CAN come up with 30 distinct AUs… I do not necessarily feel like writing a scene for all 30 of those distinct AUs)

Staring down at the stick in his hand, Hanzo feels like the air has escaped his lungs. It takes him a moment to remember how to breathe, his hand falling to the bathroom counter to keep him upright.

He thought he’d been prepared for this possibility. As soon as he’d recognized the symptoms he’d considered all avenues. Pregnancy… pregnancy was not the worst possible thing anymore. He wasn’t on the run. He wasn’t being hunted. He even had a mate. He’d lived with Overwatch for three years now, been with Jesse McCree for the past two years. Overwatch had returned to being a legal entity not long after he joined, and the protection that came with it made life almost easy.

He thought he’d be okay with the possibility of being pregnant.

He wasn’t.

He doesn’t realize he’s sobbing until a knock on the door pulls him from his thoughts.

“Darling? You okay in there?”

He’d nearly forgotten McCree was waiting in their room. For a second, Hanzo considers not saying anything. Then he looks at the window and contemplates escaping to the roof.

Eventually, he stands and opens the bathroom door.

McCree is standing there with his hand still poised to knock. He takes in Hanzo’s appearance before noticing the red tint to his eyes. “Oh, Hanners…”

Hanzo falls into his arms before he can say anything else, not crying, but refusing to look up at his husband’s face. “It’s positive. I’m-. We, are having a child.” He can feel the stutter in McCree’s chest as he inhales, and his grip around Hanzo tightens.

“You mean it, babe?”

Hanzo can’t speak. He only nods, holding back another sob now at the guilt from how excited McCree sounds. Of course he would be happy. McCree had brought up his wish for children so many times since they had begun their relationship. He had never pushed, never asked for them to settle down, but Hanzo had known anyway.

With a gentle kiss to the top of Hanzo’s head, McCree leads him over to the bed, pulling the smaller man down onto his lap, arms curled around each other.

“So what’s the plan then?”

“Hm?” Hanzo asks, still refusing to look any higher than McCree’s chest. “I suppose we will have to see Dr. Ziegler to schedule appointments. See Commander Amari about-… about my pregnancy leave.”

“We don’t have to-”

Hanzo ignores the interruption, pulling away slightly as McCree’s closeness begins to feel like it is suffocating him. “I must inform Genji, see if he can steal our tombs from Hanamura to ensure our child bonds with his dragon without incident. I will of course be unable to go. I will be unable to train as well. Commander Amari will need to find another sniper, leaving our teams vulnerable-”

McCree does the only thing he can think of to stop Hanzo’s rant before he begins to panic. He puts his hand over Hanzo’s chin and forces him to look up. “Han. It’s okay. I need you to breathe.”

He does, heart racing and head feeling faint as if he hadn’t been breathing at all this entire time. “Jesse…”

“You’re panicking, darling. Wanna tell me why?”

“No…”

“Let me rephrase that. Tell me why.”

It’s not really an order. If Hanzo did not want to discuss it, he could remain silent. But phrasing it as an order gave him an out. Gave him the opportunity to talk frankly and not feel as if he were being weak by wanting to share his fears. So he puts his hand on McCree’s shirt, playing with a button as he gathers his strength.

“I do not believe I should be a parent.”

McCree tenses at the admission. “And why’s that?”

There are so many reasons. And he lists them all. His mother and father were terrible examples. The elders were hardly the basis for a good family dynamic. He doesn’t know the first thing about children. He grew up thinking murder was a part of life. He tried to kill his own brother as adults. Oh, and that one time when he and Genji were small, when Genji came down with a flu and Hanzo thought he was faking and pushed him out into the snow.

He began his training when he was still a child, barely old enough to consider attending school. Would he be a bad parent for not wanting their child to train as diligently? Wouldn’t that just be setting them up to be hurt or killed, unable to defend themselves?

And what about school and education? Discipline? Could he stop himself from raising his hand against his child if they acted out? Should he do that? He read that it was wrong. And he was terrible with his words. What if his child grew up thinking his father hated him? What if-

“Darling, I had no idea you felt that way.”

Of course Jesse would cut him off from those thoughts just as Hanzo was beginning to have them. He was a good man.

“I did not know I would feel this way.” Hanzo admits after a long moment. “I thought I was prepared. I thought I would feel… excited? I am not sure.”

“Well, why did you think you’d be excited?”

For the first time, Hanzo placed his own hand on his stomach, considering the small group of cells that were growing there. Why had he wanted to try for a child with Jesse? “… I wanted a child with your eyes, your smile. I wanted to see a miniature version of you in my arms, with you smiling at us.”

He can feel Jesse’s smile against his hair before the other man speaks. “You know you ain’t the only one with fears, Han.”

Hanzo scoffs, but allows Jesse to continue.

“I ain’t even know who my dad was. And my ma died when I was just a kid. I don’t know the first thing about how a parent is supposed to be outside of movies and TV. Even when Fareeha was visiting the base, she was usually hanging with me and Reinhardt, not her mom. I remember Ana would keep her artwork and call her during missions, but I don’t remember much else. And you ain’t the only one with insecurities either. I have ta quit smoking right now if we’re going to do this. And recalibrate my arm so I don’t crush nothing when I get mad or distracted.”

Something in his words catches Hanzo off guard and he finally looks up at his husband. “I am not sure why I assumed you already knew all about child rearing, but I did.”

“I don’t even know how to change a diaper, honestly. Or where to buy them.” He makes a face and suddenly goes pale. “Oh my god. What do babies eat?”

“Jesse, I am sure I will be capable enough to feed our child.”

“Yeah, but what about when you’re on a mission? Do we just get formula or something?”

Hanzo falls silent.

It takes Jesse a moment to realize. “Han? Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Hanzo assures him. “I just… I assumed that I would no longer be welcome on the team. Would I not be a liability?”

“Well, I ain’t goanna say I want you out there in danger, but that ain’t no different from when you go out on a job without me. I suppose it’ll be up to you and Mercy as to when you go on leave. And I guess I just assumed you’d be wanting to get back into things right away. I know ya don’t like being cooped up and I don’t mind staying behind sometimes. Long as you keep yourself safe.”

“It seems we have both assumed many things about each other.”

Jesse can’t hide his smile. “Seems like. So, how are ya feeling about all this now?”

Hanzo shrugs once, then gently raises his first to meet Jesse’s eyes. “I still have concerns over my ability as a parent but… perhaps, we can, as you say, figure things out on the way.”

Jesse grins. “And hey, worst case scenario, I’m sure the team would be more than happy to help us out.”

Hanzo hadn’t even considered asking their teammates for assistance, but he finds the idea warming. Their team is their family. Of course they’d help.

Hesitantly, Jesse slides his hand down to Hanzo’s belly, placing it over Hanzo’s own hand.

“So… this is really real.”

Gently, Hanzo entwines their fingers together.

“It is.”

anonymous asked:

This is what I find most interesting about the Marie's Crisis event Thursday night: BOTH management teams were there. Like many other CC shippers, my mind is whirling around with scenarios and possibilities. After all, we have not seen the likes of this sort of "CC" conglomeration since...NEVER! The only thing "missing" was Colfer. (Or so it seemed.)

Ask #2: so was this guy chris or not? bc i’m pretty sure it was him at the Marie’s Crisis last night. any good thoughts?

Ask 3: so was this guy chris or not? bc i’m pretty sure it was him at the Marie’s Crisis last night. any good thoughts?

Ask 4: Good morning! I have so many questions.  Like everyone else I saw the birds nest pic and everyone knew that was fake. I also saw a post about D and C being with their families in the fashion district. Then Alla post about a fun time at Marie’s Crisis. There’s a pic of a tall man behind her with his hair coifed high. Please tell me your thoughts. Especially about hanging out at a fashion event. Do you believe it was our boys? This is the most we’ve seen/ heard in ages. They’re ready to end this! 

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I am trying to be better. Since all of these are similar, combining my response.  I do not think the tall man in the video and stills is Chris. Similar but not the same. 

However, do I think Chris was in NYC with Darren? 100% yes. Why? First, ask yourself. When was the last time we had a verified sighting of Chris? I’d say a month ago when he was in NYC promoting STFF. 

Second. We have the birds.  My honest opinion about his animal posting.I think its intentional and at this point, more for us than for those he is trying to fool.  He knows we expect him to post some photo that “proves” he is in LA. And i think he posts them almost as a sign, “I am saying I am in LA but actually I am wherever in the world my husband has gone.”. And this past week it was NYC.

Do I think Chris was at Marie’s? I would say possible but doubtful, though not the man in question.  As one of you point out. Marie’s is incredibly small. It is the tiny dive bar and when it is crowded as it appeared to be Thursday night, there is nowhere to hide.  BUT I would say at this point, Chris is a master at blending into the crowd.  If you have ever had the opportunity to walk around the West Village, where Marie’s is located, you would come to the same conclusion as me. It would be so easy for Darren and Chris to blend in if they want to. A pair jeans. A hat  Or a hoodie.  Contacts to hide their eyes. Just 2 more good looking guys in the village.  There are so many of them they would blend in.   So could he have been present and hanging in the back? Absolutely plausible.

But much more interesting to me was Allla. Yes,she brought her clients with her.  No one is denying that.  But she chose to take a photo with Michael. Chose for her after party to be at tiny little Marie’s Crisis. Was standing with Darren in one of the photos I have seen. And perched at the piano while Darren was playing.  Watching him. She even tweeted about being there,.  And the next day, posted the photo with Michael.  This is not the behavior of someone who’s client is NOT friends with Darren. Even if she went, she would not have made her presence known. She loves and respects Chris too much for that.

So why did she post?  As I said multiple times yesterday, Alla is very deliberate in the message she sells.  I do not doubt for 1 second she is team CC, But her job is PR. And as part of that job, she is charged with selling the PR narrative.  But on many occasions she has strongly hinted at CC.  Many. And Friday into Saturday she did her job at showing that she is a fan of Darren and friendly with his PR rep.  And you know why she and Michael are friendly?  Because they have been working together for years on hiding CC. And while Michael has taken a step back post Glee, he is back again and promoting Darren.  I would guess because Darren’s star is very much rising. But I would also guess it is because the Miarren chapter is ending and a new chapter is beginning. We don’t yet know what that chapter will look like.  A break up? (I assume yes). A new beard?  Single Darren?  The truth? You all know my predication, it will be stages. And well, if we are to get stages, both Darren and Chris have to agree to the strategy and their teams have to work together to climb their way out of the absolute mess that has been made (one that could have been completely avoided if a certain person was fired years ago as she should have been and if CC were allowed to be friends in public).

And what evidence do I have of this besides observation?  The captain of the CC Ship himself, Christopher Paul Colfer, who went out of his way to comment on Alla’s IG post.  Saying “usually when I see these sweet faces I have a drink in my hand.”  Well Chris that is interesting. When was the last time you saw Michael? I mean you hate Darren right? Oh yeah, that is right. You live with Darren and have been for years.  And every decision made is made together. And no doubt Chris has seen Michael and Alla this week, all with a cocktail, perhaps at the apartment he shares with Darren, planning for the future.

And you know what the biggest sign this week of Chris being present and someone being very unhappy?  The little stunt pulled yesterday with one of the worst photoshops I have seen. Again having little to no faith in her fans that perhaps they had seen the original and would remember it just like we did.

Selfish Iggy headcanons

so maybe a misleading title but I couldn’t think how else to word what I am going with.  While Ignis is quite possibly one of the least selfish human beings in the world I feel there are a few things that he does just to treat himself

  • His bed is big enough to house an entire family.  we are talking super king size. since what little time is spent in his apartment he is generally either eating or sleeping he figured he may as well enjoy those activities as much as he can. Gladio thought he was seeing things the first time he saw it.
  • Ebony coffee machine in the kitchen.  no more needs to be said about that. 
  • Mani/pedi’s.  it just makes sense since how he presents himself is so important for his job.  Plus they do an amazing foot massage with the manicure that can have a grown man melting in their chair which is amazing for relaxing after a hard week.
  • Bath bombs.  He tends to shower more over taking baths but when he does have one he does it properly
  • Comfy ass car.  While he is able to drive practically any car in the royal fleet he treated himself to his own car when he moved into his own apartment (self reliance and all that).  He got an audi a7 since a lot of the fleet were audi’s. plus if you’re going to drive you might as well be comfortable when you do it. its sound system is a+++.  it has heated seats for warm butts.  everything is better with a toasty butt.

I’m sure I have more in my mind that I have forgotten, we shall see

anonymous asked:

Hi! Your writing is, as usual, absolutely amazing and you post so much and you're absolutely amazing for it! If it's not too much to ask, could you do something where Bokuto, Nishinoya, Kenma and Tendou are reassuring their s/o who is very self conscious about their own appearance and have little confidence? It can be headcanons or scenarios I don't mind, whichever you prefer, dear~ thanks a bunch!!

I’ve come to discover through these that headcanons are, like, the best thing to do ever. Lol, but this was cute, Anon!

Hope you enjoy!

P.s. I just freaking figured out that other people add their own tags when they reblog my stuff and I literally spent about an hour and a half going through my notifications to see what those tags were. I love them. And I don’t know whether to be embarrassed by how much time I spent on it considering I have so many finals to work on! LOL.


Bokuto Koutarou

  • While this boy explodes with confidence, he does know what it’s like to fall into pits of insecurity, so he’d very much make sure to approach the situation very carefully.
  • He’d tell them the way they were feeling was valid - in the sense that society puts these insecurities on everyone - but that they should know that they’re better than anything society can produce.
    • And he’d be sure to tell them everything he loves that society perhaps wouldn’t - the birthmark on their cheek, their head to toe freckles, the beautiful dark kinks in their hair, their curvy figure that he looooves cuddling. And boy won’t stop until he names everything he loves: EVERYTHING.
  • They’ll probably laugh, tell him that they get it and that he has to say that because he’s dating them. Oh no, mistake.
  • It goes from 0 to 100 real fast, because he’s not finished.
    • Their laugh - like, the one where there is no control, where they’re crying and possibly snorting - is his favorite sound, their ability to take on the world so bravely, the way they love so fully, not holding anything back. There is so much about them that is so unique and grand and it kills him that they would even consider he didn’t mean every single word of it.
  • Cuddles, snuggles, and delicate kisses are to be expected afterward. And you better believe he’s spend HOURS just admiring every single part of their body - he’ll kiss every freckle, even the ones you didn’t know you had! - before he takes his time making love to the soul he cherishes to dearly.

Nishinoya Yuu

  • I actually think insecurity is something that might be a little hard for Noya to grasp right away. This kid has almost never been self-conscious about anything, it’s a very foreign concept to him, so catching on to the fact that something is wrong might take some time.
  • And he probably wouldn’t realize how much he’s not helping the situation when they come to him with these insecurities and he brushes them off initially with a, “you shouldn’t feel that way.”
  • That would start the trend of them just keeping things to themselves, because if he’s just gonna blow it off then what’s the point in telling him?
    • I can see it getting kinda bad. They’re fighting for no reason now and they finally snap one day saying how he can just go date someone who’s perfect then.
    • Oh. That’s when it hits him square across the face. And boy, does he feel like the worst boyfriend in the world.
  • From that moment on, this precious bean would try his best to understand what they were going through and be more aware of what they need from him when those moments come on. And he’s a quick learner, taking initiative in snuggle time and providing them with whatever will make them feel loved and wanted - words, physical contact, acts of service - they name it and he’ll do it because he never wants them for feel that way ever again.

Kozume Kenma

  • Really, just really, this kid would know that they’re insecure before they can even figure it out themselves. He had spent so much of his life trying to hide from the insecurities he faced while in middle school, there’s just no way that he wouldn’t see it as clear as day within his significant other.
  • But he wouldn’t bring it up directly, he’d wait for them to come to him when they really needed him. He’d watch them closely though, the last thing he’d want is for them to get too far deep into their own negative thoughts.
    • He’d probably be so wrapped up with making sure they were okay that he would just leave his PSP at home. Everyone is concerned for Kenma’s health - even them - but there are more important things to worry about.
  • Despite his subtle efforts to keep them from falling back into their insecurities, it’s bound to happen - sometimes you just in those moods, ya know? - and they’re breaking down in the middle of their dinner or homework or something just as random.
    • The first time in happened, Kenma panicked. He didn’t know how to handle such an outburst of intense emotion, but he figured it out slowly - and with a LITTLE help from Kuroo?
  • Now it’s just second nature, this boy will let it happen - because you can’t stop the inevitable - and gather up as many blankets he can find to wrap around the both of them where they’re stay burrowed for the rest of the night with Kenma whispered small reassurances and reasons why he loves them that are only heard by them and their surrounding covers.

Tendou Satori

  • I think that with Tendou he might actually be a little oblivious. The kids called ‘Guess Monster’, there are some things that he’s aware of and some that he misses and I feel like this is one of them.
    • Maybe it has something to do with his own past? Like, he knows what it’s like to be self-conscious about who he is and that he holds his significant other up so high that they could never feel that way because they’re amazing, there’s no one out there like them.
  • So when it does end up coming up that their self-conscious of their appearance he is totally floored. Because how can they say that? Don’t they know and see how pretty, no beautiful, no GORGEOUS they are?
  • For a couple days he’s not exactly sure what to do. He knew suggesting besting their enemies as he did when he was younger is not the way to go when the enemy is your own brain, right? But despite not knowing exactly what to do, he never left their side, choosing to console them with his presence at the very least.
    • Tons of forehead kisses and verbalization of his love is how they spend that time. He may not know exactly how to help them gain confidence in themselves, but he can give them all his love - which ends up being one of the main contributing factors to their attitude towards themselves becoming better.
  • Omg, I can just see this tol bean spending a morning in bed with his significant other just covering their face with kisses, smile wide, and every time they try to protest against something he says he just lays another kiss on their lips. Sweet thing will stop them with all his love from thinking less of themselves!
Seventy-One Days

This is a little late but its a birthday fic for @reserve yay

It’s 2k of Kylux angst, Hux being a sad petty bitch and reunions. I was going to have smut but then I would have taken 3 years to finish it so maybe another time. I didn’t have a beta reader so I hope it isn’t terrible.

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Ren was thirteen days late. He left with his Knights for reasons he didn’t choose to disclose with Hux—his own lover and, more importantly, someone of equal authority.Hux believed he had a right to be informed. For all he knew, they could have been going off to have an orgy (not that it bothered him, if that were the case, it was merely the principle). He still wasn’t quite sure what their training method was, or even what the extent of Ren’s relationship with the Knights actually was.

But the point was, he stormed into Hux’s office with a scowl and a poor excuse for a farewell and left, some thirteen days ago.

Not that Hux was counting.

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Only a reminder

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Genre: Pairing: Jungkook x You Angst(I’M SORRY)

 I see Y/N laying there. Not at all what I expected today. This was going to be the happiest day of our lives. We’ve been planning for a year now. She was so excited this morning. She had her makeup and hair done beautifully. But, in my eyes, she’s always been beautiful. Especially in the mornings when we wake up next to each other. How her hair gets so tangled and messy, but somehow Y/N makes it look like the cutest thing in the world. And when she finally opens her eyes, them slowly drifting open. How they then focus on me and make me feel like I’m the luckiest man in the world. How I’m so lucky to be able to marry this beautiful creature. 


 Or at least, I thought I was lucky.

 Y/N always smiled at me, with no care in the world. How her eyes crinkled and her nose would scrunch up, making her so easy to love. She would always giggle at my jokes, and would always encourage me and inspire me to work harder and to go for my dream. She is my energy. She is my life. She pushes me to go on but…i don’t think I’ll make it through this time.

 Here she lays, in this hospital bed still wearing the wedding dress she so carefully and lovingly picked out. I’ve come to hate it. It only serves as a reminder that what was suppose to be the greatest day of our lives has now been ripped from our hands and torn apart at the seams. Beyond repair.

I hate that dress.

 I hate the beeping from the monitor. I hate how it’s connected to her, how it’s slowly starting to fade away. How it reminds me of where I really am. Reminds me that this is, in fact, real. Devastatingly real. 

 I hate the bruises and marks that have tarnished her once beautiful skin. How her hair, once sleek and curled for this “happy” day is now matted and angry. I’ve caressed that hair. Her face. Her skin. I’m filled with rage on how the light of my life now has no light for herself and how it’s become dim now. Only growing dimmer by the second. I hate that I won’t be able to see her smile again. Her laugh won’t fill up the empty space between our lips before we kiss. Her arms will no longer surround me and push me to be stronger. There will be no more warmth in the home we had to together that is now no longer a home.

 I called her minutes before the accident, a number that will forever be ingrained into my mind. A number that will always cause pain now instead of anticipation and butterflies. I asked her if she was on her way, responding with an enthusiastic yes. I could hear the smile in her voice, and I smiled to myself. Probably the last one I’ll have in a very long time.

 I told her I loved her. I promised that we’ll live a happy life together. That we’ll get married that day no matter what. And I promised her that no matter what happens in the years to come, everything will work out. Everything would turn out okay; because we’d have each other. We would always have each other. We’d always be together.

 I’m sorry Y/N. I have to break my promises.

 I lean down, kissing her one last time on the forehead. The one that I’ve kissed so many times before.

And that’s when the room goes silent.

 I take one last look at the love of my life, her light now gone from this world. Maybe one day I will be able to feel this way again. But for now this day only serves as a reminder that the light I had has burned out forever.

 I really do hate that wedding dress.



Hi guys! Sorry about the really sad scenario, it just popped into my mind and i just had to write it. Thanks for reading! This is Sar signing off!

anonymous asked:

You probably have so many asks right now so I hope I'm not bothering you with this one :S But there's been this thought on my mind bothering me for a while. How would death react/answer to his s/o if they asked for a kiss after years of being together. If you could do a scenario of a fed up or understanding s/o I would really appreciate that :)

Prepare to be sorely disappointed :p xxx

 You restored mankind together. You saved War together. Hell, you even lived together now. So why did he still refuse to let you kiss his face?

For Death, the reason is plain. He had made his sacrifice. He cast himself into the Well of Souls thinking that he’d finally atoned for his sins through dying. His final act was to be clearing his brother, War’s name. You saw it in the old horseman’s eyes that day. 

Death had fully expected to perish then and there.

That’s why he dropped his mask in the Crowfather’s outstretched hand and told the old one to make sure you got home safely. In his eyes, unless his life-force is at last snuffed out, he will always hold the mantle of ‘Executioner’. Until such a time, the mask stays on.

Now, years later and you’re beginning to think, perhaps it’s you.
“Death?” you ask timidly, swallowing when his amber gaze flicks over to rest on you. He makes a low hum that you’ve come to learn is a prompt to continue. “How come you never want to kiss me?”

He stares at you for a long time, mulling over what you’d just asked him as though puzzled by the notion. Finally he says, “What makes you think I don’t?” Exasperatedly, you throw your head back with a short bark of laughter and flick your hand in the general direction of his face.

“Gee, I don’t know,” you laugh, although it lacks much of its usual humour, “Maybe because it’s been several years now, but you still haven’t let me see your face, let alone get at your lips!” Death frowns deeply behind the mask whilst folding his arms across his chest.

“Is it imperative that we mesh our lips together?” he asks, “Is our relationship solely based on your desire to one day kiss me?” The line of questioning makes you recoil slightly, though you’re more confused than actually shocked.

“W-well, no…I mean our relationship is a lot more than just me wanting to kiss you. But-” The horseman interrupts you by suddenly stalking across the room and looming over you, his shadow engulfs you in near darkness whilst you press backwards into the wall, surprised. He leans down until his dark hair brushes lightly against your forehead and you can pick up the scent wafting off him that so often reminds you of autumn leaves. Death breathes in and lets it out in a long, sigh, “…..Good….” he rumbles, then stands and regards you with an amused expression in his eyes. “I would kiss you, Y/n, if it would please you. It might even please me to do so….” he casts his gaze to the ground for a moment before looking back at you. “Do not presume that love alone is enough to make me remove this mask-” he raises his hand and strokes long, pale fingers delicately over the side of the white bone, “-This is not a fairy tale, Y/n. This is the cold truth. I only hope that you do not think me incapable of showing you love simply because I cannot kiss you…”

Death once more raises his hands and brushes his knuckles gently along the bottom of your jaw, his eyes turned soft as he takes you in. With a quiet sigh, you lean your face into his hand and he turns it to cup your cheek against his cool palm. Your eyes are sad, but kind as you nod up at the horseman, pretending you don’t notice the guilt that flashes like wildfire behind his eyes.

Crazy Theory Time

So I just watched the last two episodes of Arrow and my brain is all filled with theories and excitement, which led me to this crazy idea. 

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

While watching, I realized “wow, they’re bringing up Isabel Rochev a LOT for a character there haven’t been many mentions of in  a while…why would they do that?” 

As a writer, I know you’re not going to do that without some sort of ulterior motive, so of course I started imagining the possible scenarios - and no, I don’t think driving at the assassin was the punchline in that joke. It could just have been alluding to Slade’s return (which YAY!), but I think it’s more than that. 

It could just be that I’m running a slight fever and super psyched about a job email, but my mind kept straying back to Evelyn Sharp. Correct me if I’m wrong, but  her whole back story is a little shady, not really confirmed except for what little electronic trail Felicity could find. And I don’t think we’re nearly done uncovering her darkest secrets…so naturally, I started thinking what that could have to do with Isabel Rochev… 

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Boyfriend!Mark Drabble

“Do you really have to go?”

Word count: 158 

Originally posted by got7official


“Markie~”

“Yes?”
“Do you really have to go to New Zealand?”

“Yes.” He chuckled as you pouted and put your hands on your hips.

You were used to him being away, it was something you’d accepted about your relationship with him. But you worried of him being hurt when on Law of the Jungle, even if there was a crew.

“But I don’t want you to be hurt.”

“I’ll be careful.”
“Promise?”

“I promise.” He smiled and wrapped his hands around your waist. You gave him a peck on the nose before pulling away.

“Promise me you won’t take off your clothes?”

He laughed at your protectiveness.

“I promise.”

Author’s Note:

I’m sorry if this was short or kind of bad anon! I didn’t know how to elaborate on this so I hope you don’t mind the length~ I have many more scenarios on my queue so I’m trying to write every day with the best quality possible. Thank you!