i just found this and thought i would share

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Okay okay, there’s a story behind this. I really like the idea that sometimes Chat has a little too much cat in him from the suit. Sometimes he can’t help but do silly cat things.

So my cat has access to an enclosed area outside on the deck, but the top is open, so leaves fall in. During the night she brings leaves inside into the bedroom like she’s bringing in presents? And she’s like “wow these are great I have to share these with the human.”

And the two ideas kind of mingled and I thought it would be really cute if Chat runs up to Marinette or Ladybug and is like “look what I found for you isn’t it great?” And she’s super confused but still kind of touched. And later Adrien is just like “What was I thinking.”

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Top 10 times my heart broke for Rhysand

#1 When she never smiled at him

I waited for you at breakfast, but you slept in. Or avoided me, apparently. And I tried to catch your eye this afternoon, but you were so good at shutting me out completely.” “Is that what got under your skin? That I shut you out, or that it was so easy for Tarquin to get in?” “What got under my skin,” Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, “is that you smiled at him.” The rest of the world faded to mist as the words sank in. “You are jealous.”

and that one time she finally did

His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn’t even realized what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly. “Smile again,” he whispered. I hadn’t smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward … And this male before me … my friend … For all that he had done, I had never given him either. Even when I had just … I had just painted something. On him. For him. I’d—painted again. So I smiled at him, broad and without restraint. “You’re exquisite,” he breathed.

#2 When Rhys confessed to having his wishes unfulfilled

“Isn’t that what High Lords do?” My breath clouded in front of me in the brisk night. “Whatever they please?” He studied my face. “There are a great many things that I wish to do, and don’t get to.”

#3 When we find out what his nightmares were about

“I’m sorry I didn’t find a way to spare you from what happened Under the Mountain,” Rhys said with equal quiet. “From dying. From wanting to die.” I began to shake my head, but he said, “I have two kinds of nightmares: the ones where I’m again Amarantha’s whore or my friends are … And the ones where I hear your neck snap and see the light leave your eyes.”

#4 When the High Lord of Night Court physically flinched from an emotional wound

“What is it that you want, Feyre?” I had no answer. I didn’t know. Not anymore. “What is it that you want, Feyre?” I stayed silent. His laugh was bitter, soft. “I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.” “Perhaps I don’t know what I want, but at least I don’t hide what I am behind a mask,” I seethed. “At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes—it’s to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it’s easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them—who would want to bother with that sort of mess?” He flinched. The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew I’d hit hard—and deep. Too hard. Too deep.

and when we learned how deep that wound went

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “You were in love with him; you were going to marry him. And then you… you were enduring everything and it didn’t feel right to tell you.” “I deserved to know.” “The other night you told me you wanted a distraction, you wanted fun. Not a mating bond. And not to someone like me - a mess.” So the words I’d spat after the Court of Nightmares had haunted him

#5 When he considered settling for ‘whatever pieces she offered him’

“You think I didn’t want to tell you? You think I liked hearing you wanted me only for amusement and release? You think it didn’t drive me out of my mind so completely that those bastards shot me out of the sky because I was too busy wondering if I should tell you, or wait - or maybe take whatever pieces that you offered me and be happy with it? Or that maybe I should let you go so you don’t have a lifetime of assassins and High Lords hunting you down for being with me?”

#6 When he cried…

“But then she snapped your neck.” Tears rolled down his face. “And I felt you die,” he whispered.

But I was being ripped apart from the inside out, and I thrashed, unable to out-scream the pain. “Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone—Rhysand. Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared 

-A Court of Thornes and Roses

#7 When he spent 3 months thinking she hated him

“And for three months… for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me. I tried to convince myself that everything I’d done had made you hate me.”

#8 When he put her happiness above his own

“I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.”

#9 When he thought he wasn’t that type of person for her

“I heard what you told him,” he said. “That you thought it would be easy to fall in love with him. You meant it, too.” “So?” It was the only thing I could think of to say. “I was jealous—of that. That I’m not … that sort of person. For anyone.“

#10 When we found out that all this time he had been in love with Feyre

“It killed me, Feyre, to send you back. To see you waste away, month by month. It killed me to know he was sharing your bed. Not just because you were my mate, but because I … ” He glanced down, then up at me again. “I knew … I knew I was in love with you that moment I picked up the knife to kill Amarantha.”

Quotes from ACOMAF and ACOTAR

On a happier note: Another Top 10 for Rhys

okeedokees  asked:

I've just discovered you and I love your work! Would you mind sharing your approach to composition and thought process on it? Are there any artists you reference? Thank you!

Hey! you found me! Thanks!  

 I reference from photos for stuff I can’t visualize on my own, and artists like bouguereau, rockwell, leyendecker, mucha for mind fuel

Composition: 

Whenever I do a piece, the objective I have in mind is to not get bored, because once I lose interest, I lose the piece.

So for me, the composition has to be distinct enough to avoid echoing an early piece, and to immediately be recognized due to its layout. It’s gotta be new for me, and new things are fun and exciting, right? (yes they are) 

I think about the subject, the action, the actual format (whether it’s allegorical, objective, subjective, i.e. is it a symbolization, a certain scene, would you find it in real life? I tend to avoid the latter, because I find it dull and uninteresting and I hhhhhhhate that) I place priority on the human form, it’s versatile and expressive more than anything else, in my opinion. 

Here’s an example. Normally I don’t post my sketches since they’re just glorified chicken scratch, but this is the best example I could think of at the moment. It’s St. George (for my series sanctus), and normally, you’d see him like this 

(Saint George and the Dragon by gustave moreau, 1889-1890 )

or

(Saint George and the Dragon by raphael, 1504-1506) 

this.

It’s a pretty common depiction, since it goes back to medieval times. The similarities are that he’s on a horse, he has a spear/lance, there’s a dragon, and he’s attacking it.

The big picture (haha pun) is that I wanted to also have my subject be st george (side note, it’s kind of the theme of the series), but different enough from past artworks where I’d know it wasn’t enormously reminiscent of the traditional depiction. So I aim to keep the basic idea, and see what goes on from there. 

This is the first sketch I did, it was okay, I knew I’d never drawn anything like that, which is good, but composition was lacking. I wasn’t so hot about this, so I dropped it. I kinda like it so I might revisit it .  Additionally, though, it strayed a little too far from the main idea. 

Above was the second sketch, after I’d finished roughing it out, I knew immediately it wouldn’t do. I was satisfied for about 2 seconds, then I got disappointed and stayed that way.. If I put it side by side with the other million or so paintings of st george, I doubt I could tell it was mine. It was practically the same: horse, lance, dragon. The action was too similar to other portrayals.  

Definitely….nah

It’s not as similar as the previous one was, but I didn’t like it. That’s a good indicator too, whether you like it or not. I’d tried to fuse the first and second sketch because I did like the first one somewhat, but it didn’t really work for me. It’s just so awkward … 

So I left the piece for a while, and came back and did this. It was different, simpler (which can improve a piece more often than not), and I liked it. After I did most of the sketch, I said great job u idiot it only took you a week to come up with a sketch the hell is wrong with u, went to bed, and woke up happy, and normally it doesn’t take me 3 actual sketches or something to come up with a good piece, and I was getting pretty fed up before the last sketch, but good thing I didn’t give up (this time. hah) This is basically how I go about my pieces for now.

tl;dr Don’t give up! (haha I lied, go back and read)

Humans wanted

A new treat came in the mail today, and i thought id share it with all of you, i found out about this book through a thread on one of my reblogs, and immediately decided i wanted it. It can be baught on amazon at https://www.amazon.com/Humans-Wanted-Jody-Lynn-Nye/dp/0692900039

Now something else important is like to say is that my second accaunt (which i thought would became my main accaunt, but fortunately i didnt have to) just hit four digits, and this blog hit 2000 today! im now running two accounts with well over a thousand followers, and id like to say thank you, so im going to be giving away a brand new edition of Humans wanted, free of charge and shipped internationally, or locally!

If you’d like a chance to win just reblog this post with the words “im a space orc!” and on december 1st ill pick a winner and contact you! Remember theirs only one winner and you’ve gotta be in it it to win it


A few conditions on the giveaway:

good luck to all of you!

q&A: TLH, Simon

iluv2readbecauseican said:In TLH, is James already in love with Grace? 

The Last Hours is a retelling of Great Expectations, in which James is Pip and Grace is Estella. Though it doesn’t hew exactly to the original novel, if you know that and have read The Midnight Heir you can make some guesses!

perfectblackthorns said:Hi Cassie! In the last hours trilogy is there any love interest for alastair carstairs?

Yes, there’ll be someone for Alastair, though no smooth romantic road. (Is there ever for anybody?)

hollinova said: Hey Cassie! My question is about CoHF, specifically the scene at the end where Simon gives up his memories and immortality to allow everyone to return home. As stated in TFTSA, Simon and Clary were still able to become parabatai because of his age dormancy as a vampire, yet when Magnus was going to sacrifice his immortality, he would’ve aged and died. Why didn’t Simon age when he was returned to the world as mundane? Love you Cassie! Xx”

Asmodeus wanted something different from Magnus than what he wanted from Simon. Asmodeus was interested in Magnus’s immortality because of his long life. By comparison, Asmodeus didn’t care about the handful of months of Simon’s immortal life he could have. What Asmodeus wanted from Simon was his memories, and to cause suffering to the people who loved him, so what Asmodeus did to be cruel was to remove Simon’s memories, his vampire nature, and everything that had made Simon who he was between City of Bones and City of Heavenly Fire, before throwing him back into his old life. Asmodeus was powerful enough to take away Simon’s vampirism, his memories of the Shadow World and his best friend, and the related memories that Simon’s family had. Compared to that feat, it wasn’t difficult for him to pitch Simon back into his old life scrubbed of that August-December period.

notthesouffleegirl said: I’m rereading TMI at the moment and it’s as beautiful as ever, but I stumbled upon something in CoG. As Alec writes the fire massage to Magnus there’s his diary mentioned, but I can’t remember it being a thing after that. (And I never thought of Alec as diary kind of guy.) But now I want to know: What is to be found in Alecs diary? Maybe you could share something, just if it wouldn’t hurt his feelings of course :D

It actually says it’s a spiralbound book he uses sometimes as a journal — and I’ve always thought of journals and diaries as different, is that just me? A journal would be less “Magnus hasn’t called me — why hasn’t he called me?!” and more jotting down places to be, things to do, thoughts and memoranda. I think it might be a fun found object, but since Alec is so private I doubt he’d put anything in it that he could get in trouble regarding if it got lost. I bet he sketches (horribly) in it and makes notes to himself only he can understand.

Hey remember that joke a few years ago where people would make fun of animals that looked intimidating from the side but very goofy upfront? Well I just found out about the Leopard seal and

They go from terrifying killer machines to ambient lump lads REAL quick

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tutorial for how to use the watercolour layer effect in medibang (featuring my sparkledeer, illuima *3*! also, a couple of points i couldn’t fit into the image:

  • i usually place a light paper texture as my background when i do this - it just completes the illusion of the effect.
  • if you want to see the texture through the colours, set the colour layers to the ‘multiply’ blending mode. doing this this might darken your colours a little! to fix it, adjust the brightness of you colour layers with the ‘levels’ filter.
  • all my colours are on a single layer! it’s not necessary though, but it replicates the conditions of traditional watercolour painting and you can blend colours a lot more easily *u*
  • all the brushes i used are available to download via the medibang brush cloud (just click the cloud shape option at the bottom left of your brushes dialog box).

hope this tut is helpful! i only recently found this effect in medibang myself, so i thought i would share it in case people weren’t aware ^w^

You made me feel safe to the point where a future with you was practically a given. At the very least, I could see you here with me forever. Nothing would get in our way, not ourselves, and certainly not anybody else. That’s how I thought things would be, anyway. I guess I went wrong there. Nothing is truly certain after all, as we’ve found out. But hey, maybe someday things will be how they used to be. Maybe someday things will be better than they used to be. Maybe someday we’ll share a sunrise for real, side by side over coffee. Maybe someday our late night conversations won’t just be memories. Maybe someday I won’t have to think about you anymore with the word maybe written on my dreams in fine print. You know what? I take it back. There’s one thing that is certain, even if it’s hard to believe at the moment. Regardless of what happens now, regardless of what happens later, it’s going to be okay.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh // Someday.
Dating Someone with Anxiety

When dating someone with Anxiety you need to be prepared for a list of things.

  • Them being nervous for seemingly simple tasks.
  • Answering the same question several times a day.
  • Directions never being truly clear.
  • Never being late.
  • Always being early or on time.
  • Them being indecisive and always changing their mind.
  • Constant reassuring.
  • Sweaty palms.
  • Texts to keep them from worrying.
  • Repeating directions to the point where you just go with them.
  • Making stressful phone calls for them.
  • Ordering for them when they don’t know what they want.
  • Promising them everything is okay.
  • Them constantly apologizing for things.
  • Them making excuses to not go somewhere.
  • Giving them hugs and kisses for reassurement.
  • Possible Panic Attacks

Note: I found something very similar to this on a photo and thought I would just share it with you all.

The Best Gift

Merry Christmas @realityunacknowledged , I’m your Secret Santa!  I hope you enjoy this bit of love square fluffiness!  (If you have an AO3, please let me know so I can gift the work to you there as well.)

Read it on AO3.


Ladybug was nervous.  

She’d made plans with Chat Noir to meet up that night to exchange Christmas gifts, and she was really quite excited about that, but she was anxious about how he’d like his gifts. Or, more specifically, she was anxious about one of his gifts.  

She arrived to their meeting spot early because she’d been too wound up to wait at home.  Now, here in the secluded rooftop garden of an empty house, she was stuck waiting with nothing but her own thoughts to distract her. She groaned and sank to the bench in the center of the garden, hanging her head over the back to look up at the sky. She could always just…not go through with it, right?

“Good evening, my lady.”

Ladybug bolted upright. “Chat!”

“Why the groan?”  Chat placed a brightly colored gift bag on the ground and sat next to her on the bench.  “It’s present time!”

“Oh, nothing.  Just the holiday stress getting to me.”  She turned away from him and reached into the bag she’d left next to the bench on her side.  When she turned back to him, she held out a festively wrapped box with a big green bow on it.  “Merry Christmas, Chaton!”

“Ooh, for me?” Chat took it with a grin, then reached into his own bag and produced not one, not two, but three wrapped boxes, stacked atop one another like a pyramid and tied together with a red satin ribbon. “These are for you.”

“Oh my God, Chat, three? That’s too much!  I thought we agreed not to go overboard!”

“Did we?” Chat asked, twisting his mouth thoughtfully as he tapped his chin.  “Because I don’t remember having any such conversation.”

“Chat!”

“Stop fussing and open them!”

“Fine,” she gave in with a fond smile, “but this had better be 3 parts of the same thing.”   She tugged on the tails of the bow atop the presents, and they slid free easily.  When it was loose, she used one hand to steady the stack of gifts and draped the ribbon around Chat’s shoulders with the other.  “Do try not to tangle yourself up in that, Chaton.”

He rolled his eyes at her jibe, but was so excited that he was practically vibrating in his seat and he let it pass without a rejoinder.  “Open the top one first!”

“Okay,” she said, pulling the tape carefully away from the paper.

He whimpered.  “You’re going slow on purr-pose!”

“Maybe,” she allowed, grinning.  

“Here, I’ll help you!” He hooked his claws in the paper and yanked, ripping it open so forcefully that a strip of the paper came off in his hand.  “Oops,” he said unrepentantly. “My hand slipped.”

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anonymous asked:

do you known how to deal with intrusive thoughts?? im going to therapy but i wanna see if there’s anything else that might help too!!

Ohohohohohohohohoho, friend. Intrusive down faults are literally my biggest downfall, I mean, constantly, all day everyday. It’s ruined me and countless relationships. However, after about three years I’m starting to get the hang of it and I would gladly share my advice. Sending you love! 💕

  • The very first thing I’m going to recommend is that you read the book “Unf*ck Yourself: Get Out of your head and into your life” by Gary John Bishop. I’m not the type of person to recommend selfhelp books because so many just haven’t really reached me. However, this book drastically changed the way I view intrusive and obsessive thoughts. Most friends I’ve recommended it too have found it in the library. Seriously, check it out. I can not recommend it enough.
  • I constantly have to remind myself that thoughts are not facts and I shouldn’t believe everything I think.
  • Sometimes when I have an intrusive thought I visualize myself as this dope ass paladin and I literally fight my thoughts away? I just close my eyes and meditate and focus on being the strong person I want to be and slay my own dragons. Sometimes that’s too hard and I just picture All Might because he’s Best Dad, if you have a favorite character I would give it a shot.
  • Aromatherapy bracelets and necklaces can be super helpful as well. Medicinally speaking lavender, chamomile, and opium would be the most mentally easing. Magically speaking pine, oak, lavender, valerian root, and hawthorn are all great for stability/protection in my experience. 
    • I personally carry around a sachet of onyx, rose quartz, lavender, pine, and oak.
  • You can minimize the damage of intrusive thoughts with self-help. This includes being mindful in the wake of an intrusive thought. Don’t waste your time obsessing over why you had that thought or what it all means. I’ve noticed once I learned to get past asking, “why am I thinking this?” all the time they don’t weigh as heavily on me. You are not your thoughts.
  • Intrusive thoughts are kind of just like a really loud boombox to me. Usually, if I listen to music I can really get into I can quiet down the thoughts. For the past four months or so Nujabes has been amazing musician to turn too. This past month Modal Soul has been the album that helps the most. It usually takes me a full album to feel normal again and I feel albums give me more stability than a playlist but honestly do what’s best for you.
  • Compulsive behavior can manifest when you try to change who you are based on the intrusive thoughts you experience. Changing who you are and your reality because of a thought that isn’t necessarily rational is the worst way to go about it. Stop trying to change who you are so you can adjust to your thoughts. Try to think about yourself in a third person perspective, “what would (insert name here) do in this situation?” This might not work for everyone but it’s helped me out once I started noticing the patterns.
  • From a magical perspective I’ve noticed moonstone is the stone that helps me the most. However most of my intrusive thoughts are PTSD related and I feel like moonstone helps me because it’s also stabilizing and can help prevent dissociation. I do also really enjoy onyx, tigers eye, and rose quartz as well!
  • Learn to recognize the starting signs for your intrusive thoughts. When my intrusive thoughts begin, they usually start off pretty simple. It’s one thought that feeds into a bigger insecurity or fear. Once you can spot the first thought you can start fighting it.

There are definitely a few more things but I’m not comfortable recommending them to someone who’s history I don’t know! I’m sure your therapist will have lots of great ideas too, I learned some of my favorite coping mechanisms from therapy!

Ai Yazawa End-of-Book Notes 1-21

So at the end of every volume of NANA, Ai Yazawa has a brief paragraph about the manga or just some introspection about her life. They give great insight into the series and I think only a few are found on the scans of NANA online, so I thought I’d share them all!

Volume 1

The creator, Ai Yazawa, told us, “I created this story so that it could be enjoyed as a stand-alone and, at the same time, have a complete ending that could be connected to an ongoing series.  I hope you’ll look forward to the future of the two Nanas!”

Volume 2

A note from Ai Yazawa: “I had thought that if the two Nanas met each other, they would probably be constantly fighting, but they seem oddly friendly.  What’s up with that?!  It’s one of me (not so) seven wonders (ha-ha).”

Volume 3

Since childhood, the artists I’ve looked up to haven’t been writers and illustrators, but mostly musicians.  Music provides me the most emotional effect and excitement.  If there was no music, I don’t think my creative juices would boil.  Music is that important to my life.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 4

I realized one day that there are hit songs with the same names as the main female characters, NANA, JUNKO, and SACHIKO (the kanji for JUNKO is different, though).  It’s not that big a deal, but I sometimes just hum the melodies longingly.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 5

In the initial drafts, Nana’s band was a rockabilly band like the Stray Cats.  But due to various circumstances, I didn’t keep it that way.  But if they were rockabilly, Ren, Nobu and Shin would have had pompadours.  And Yasu too?

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 6

When I was a child, I used to take piano lessons.  Even after I stopped taking lessons, I bought sheet music I liked and continued playing.  I’ve had my hands full for several years now, but one of these days I’d like to learn how to play jazz piano, which I’ve wanted to do for years now.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 7

I had an opportunity to interview a group of professional musicians.  I showered them with questions, but they answered willingly, and it was very helpful.  I was having problems balancing the fictional world of manga-like simplicity and gorgeousness with a sense of reality.  But I realized again that what’s important is the humanity of the characters.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 8

When I was in high school, there was a cool girl in my class who was a lone wolf.  I was really into a foreign New Romantic-type band then, and when she asked me one day, “Do you want to go to their concert together?” I was overwhelmed.  My heart fluttered more than when I was with my boyfriend (☺).  Have you had a Hachiko experience like that?  - Ai Yazawa

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Fair Play

Marvel Writing Challenge: redgillan vs. girl-next-door-writes

Prompt: Corn Maze

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,861

Tags: Language, Violence, Fluff

Originally posted by mcuvillainsdaily

It was Hell on Earth.

People were screaming everywhere, but it was nothing compared to the loud squeaking noise of the machines and the reeking, hot scent of butter and sugar. The fair…, you shivered.

Families and groups of friends were happily running around, making you feel dizzy as you tried to find your target. You wanted to push everyone out of your way, but instead you dodged between them. You stopped to have a good look around at your surroundings, turning on yourself in the crowd.

Soon people started to raise eyebrows as they walked past you, their eyes scanned you from head to toe. You rolled your eyes, choosing to focus on your mission rather than their sly smirks.

Yes, you were wearing a tight spandex black suit, so what? It was your battle outfit and it made you feel confident and strong. The kind of feelings that make saving the world a bit less stressful.

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PRO TIP FOR THE SICKFIC + WHUMP COMMUNITY

Have you managed to read every single fic listed on ao3 as “sickfic” or “hurt/comfort” for all your favorite fandoms, but still find yourself thirsty for more?

Well never fear!

I’m here to remind you that, if you add: “site:http://archiveofourown.org” (or fanfiction.net - no quotation marks) at the end of your google search, your browser will only bring up results from that website! So, if you were to search:

you’ll get results for any fic in the archive with these key words, even if the stories aren’t tagged as sickfics, without having to wade through tons of weird internet search results from like wattpad and quora and weird forums haha

 I’ve found a lot of stories feature sickness and whump that I would have never ever discovered without this trick - you should definitely give it a try, and experiment with your key words a bit!

Anyway, just thought I’d share this, since it took me WAY too long to realize this was a thing, and it might help some of y’all out with your whumpy goodness!

anonymous asked:

Semi-sad thought: Young Ro (not tinytiny, maybe 8 or so) watching young Virgil and Momma Logan doing a science experiment or reading together but being too shy to join in because what if he makes a mistake and they think he's estupido, like Logan does normally? So he pretends not to care about their nerd stuff.

Awww, that is a sad one! But I would like to counter with this thought:

- Virgil is super excited about the kids chemistry set he found. Logan is trying not to show it, but he’s just as excited.

- As they do each experiment, Logan teaches the science behind it. Virgil is absolutely fascinated.

- Logan glances up, and sees Roman staring longingly from the living room. As soon as he catches Roman’s eyes, he looks down, pretending to be engrossed in his sketchbook.

- When Logan offers for Roman to join them, he sees the flash of hope that is quickly extinguished. “Why would I want to help you nerds with that stuff?”

- Logan shares a look with Virgil, and the emo makes up an excuse to leave, and Logan gestures Roman over.

- Roman hesitantly shuffles over, the tips of his ears flushing red. He didn’t want to do this.

- Logan started walking him through an experiment, and Roman couldn’t help being curious. He asked a lot of questions, and Logan praised him and answered each one.

- They were almost done when Roman suddenly stopped, looking intently at Logan. “Why did you want to do this with me? I’m not smart like you or Virgil. You tell me often enough that I’m not.”

- Logan sighs a little. “I know. And I apologise. Your thought process is wildly different, probably because you’re a Right Brain facet while Virgil and I are Left Brain. But just because it is different, does not make it lesser. You are intelligent in your own way, Roman. You asked good questions today, and you enjoyed learning, which makes teaching that much more enjoyable. I am often frustrated with you, and perhaps I have been overly harsh, but…el principe no es stupido.”

- Logan freezes when an emotional Roman throws his arms around his waist, hugging him tightly, but he slowly relaxes, giving him a gentle pat on the back.

- “Logan?”

- “Yes, Roman?”

- “Can we do an experiment where we blow something up?! That would be SO EPIC!!!”

- “…. Don’t Tell Patton, but yes. Let’s go outside. And grab Virgil, he’ll want to be in on this.”

Yoongi x Reader - Fake Love

Summary: It wasn’t as if you hated Min Yoongi, it’s just you both never quite got off on the right foot. However, after lying about your relationship to his ex, you find yourself having to play out a fake marriage with him. You slowly develop feelings for him but can’t be sure if he feels the same way, or if it’s been an act the whole time.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fake marriage! Au, romance, fluff

Author: Pilot

You slowly come to a stop at the traffic light and glance at your rear view mirror out of habit. That’s when you see it. A spider. Crawling on your rearview mirror. It’s not small either. You jump in your seat and let out a scream, accidentally pressing your foot down onto the accelerator sharply. 

The car rear-ends the car in front of you. You quickly pull the hand break up, unbuckle your seat as you keep your eye on the spider taunting you from the mirror and jump out of the car. You can’t stop feeling squeamish.

“Ya!” Came a gruff voice from in front of you. You pay zero attention, instead trying to check that the spider hadn’t somehow crawled onto when you had gotten out.

“Hey, you! Crazy lady jumping around! You just hit my car!”

You freeze, your arms around your body. You point at yourself and brush the hair out of your face. “Me?”

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How the boys of 13rw would react to...

…their S/O telling them ‘i love you’ for the first time pls❤

Montgomery:

You were in the kitchen, placing some chips and pretzels into a bowl for you and Montgomery to share. You were about to move to throw away the bag when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist tightly, picking your body up off the ground, as you felt his head burying itself in your neck “Hey sexy” he would sing, his smile prominent on your neck. You would giggle and fall back into his embrace “We’re never gonna have movie night if you keep distracting me” you would jokingly warn. You would feel his head shake, his lips traveling to your ear “Awe but you love the distraction. You love me” he would confidentially declare, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe. Your smile would only grow wider as you shut your eyes and tilted your head to the side “You’re right” you would agree “I do love you”. His nibbling would cease and he would place you back on the ground, his hands tightening around your waist as he began to rock the both of you “Wow” he would begin, your face tilting to watch his expression “I never thought I would hear you say those words” he confessed honestly. Your eyebrows scrunched together “Wanna hear em again?” You would question, biting your lower lip. He would eagerly nod, his eyes closing as he waited for your response “I love you Montgomery De La Cuz”. You spoke slowly and surely, and with your words he would smile, his eyes opening to shine brightly “And I love you too Y/N. So god damn much”

Zach:

Originally posted by rafaelasgomes

He had just singlehandedly won yet another basketball game for his team and the school. You had taken him out for a celebratory dinner at Rosie’s diner, one you found the two of you doing quite frequently. He had moved from the other side of the booth to by your side, one hand resting on your thigh and the other around your shoulders. You laid your head on his shoulder “Proud of you babe” you would remind him, glancing up to watch a smile smear itself on his face. He would lean down and place a gently kiss on your forehead “And that’s why I’m such a good player, I got your support to drive me” he would compliment, his soft smile turning into a smirk. You would laugh in response, your hand tracing his arm on your thigh “Glad to be of assistance” you would start “But if my love is enough to make star athletes then I must be a wizard”. It was meant to be nothing, just a little joke to piggy back in what he said but you knew you meant more behind it, and apparently he did too. “Love?” He would question “You love me?”. Your voice would get caught in your throat before you could respond “I mean” you began before you shut your eyes and took a deep breath “Yeah. Yes. I do love you Zach” you would confidently state, your eyes timidly glancing up to meet his. His smile never faltered, never wavered, never dropped, it only rose “I love you too babe” he would confirm, his lips moving to kiss yours “I really do" 

Justin:

Originally posted by alec-baene

The two of you had just come back from a weekend of partying that you weren’t necessarily proud of but at this point in time you couldn’t stop your incessant giggling. He watched you with loving eyes, his arm wrapped around your waist, drawing you close as he smiled at your constant laughter "That is the cutest sound I’ve ever heard, I love it ” he would compliment, his eyes shinning as you glanced up at him. Your hand interlaced with his “Awe, and I love flattery” you respond, your giggling quieting itself and being replaced by a toothy grin. “And I loved this weekend” he would continue, building up on the love of things the two of you were sharing “And I love you” you would reply as if you’ve said it millions of times before. He didn’t seem to be shocked, concerned or confused, just content, pleased and happy “That’s what I was gonna say” he pouted playfully. You once again began to giggle “What? That you love me or you love yourself?”. He rolled his eyes playfully, his head shaking slightly “That I love you silly” he began “That I really, really love you”. Your smile shone as bright as the sun, reaching up to plant a kiss on his lips “Well I really, really love you too”

Jeff:

Originally posted by wkom

You thought he was asleep. The two of you were nicely cuddled up in your bed, watching some horror movie on tv that Jeff had fallen asleep during. The final credits had began to roll and you moved to glance behind you to see his eyes tightly shut and take notice of his peaceful breathing, the rising and falling of his chest against your back. You would snuggle up closer to the boy and sigh lovingly “I love you” you would quietly murmur as your eyes fluttered shut, getting ready to join your boyfriend in sleep, but with his sudden movements your eyes quickly shot back open “You what?” He would question, his voice tired but pointed as you no longer felt his arms around your waist. You would rub your eyes and turn around to face the boy that was now sitting half way up right and staring at you with wide eyes “I-uh-I” you would stammer and try to avoid his eye contact, while failing miserably. After you began to try and stutter out a few more incoherent words, Jeffs demeanor would soften, they would form into a look of realization and love. He would then smile and cup your cheek, leaning in to place a passionate kiss on your lips and moving back to rest his forehead against yours, his thumb lightly stroking your cheek, his eyes shinning with affection and admiration “I love you too Y/N. I love you too”  

Clay:

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

He was showing you the stars on top of the Crestmont roof. He had been so excited to show you for the whole day, he would remind you every thirty minutes, a boyish grin plastered on his face, and it only got larger when it was time. He would tightly grasp your hand “C’mon its time” he reminded, dragging you to the top to where he had placed two lawn chairs and a blanket with a candle. Your smile grew as you planted a kiss on his cheek “It’s wonderful Clay, thank you” you encouraged as he lead you to the blanket “I wanted you to be comfortable”. The two of you were snuggling for about an hour, listening and watching clay point to every constellation he could point out and all of his comments about the moon, you loved every second. “I love this Clay” you started, snuggling into his side “I love you”. You felt his grip tighten around you, it had taken Clay months before he had finally admitted his feelings towards you, so you knew this was a leap, but he didn’t seem to be freaking out. You felt his warm breath against your neck as he leaned his head towards your ear before he responded “I love you too”

Tony:

Originally posted by female-winston

The two of you had driven to the top of a mountain, one the two of you regularly found yourselves at. It was quiet and a great place to talk, have a picnic, lay on a blanket and just hold each other, it was your spot. The two of you were leaning again the railing blocking off the road form the edge of the mountain top, staring off at the town you two called home down below. You felt his hand search for your before it found its target, his fingers lacing with yours “I never thought I could share this place with someone” his thumb would begin to rub your outer hand as he kept his gaze ahead of him “Thought they would ruin it. Make it less peaceful or less safe or something. But you” he would pause for a moment, a smile flashing over his face “You made it better. You made it a place that I. Ever want to be unless you’re by my side…I guess what I’m trying to say is…I mean I” he would stop, lowering his head and shaking it, unable to finish. You would lean over and kiss him, feeling his breath stop as your lips touched. You would slowly pull away, your forehead leaning against his “I love you Tony” his lips would curl, his free hand placing itself on the back of his neck “I love you too Y/N" 

Alex:

Originally posted by bullet-for-my-valentine09

The two of you were playing some video games, the two of you neck and neck "Give it up Standall, you can’t beat me” you would mock, a smirk curling onto your lips as your eyes were glued to the screen “I wouldn’t be too sure Y/N, looks like imma bout to get the lead” he would declare, his tongue grazing his bottom lip. You knew that the declaration wasn’t about to come true and only a tactic used to scare you, and when he glanced from the screen to you he could tell you knew what he was doing, so he took matters into his own hand. He slowly began to lean into you, causing you to rock to your side “Alex Standall!” You would shout, trying to keep your eyes on the screen but you vision was slowly becoming impaired as you kept falling. You would thrash under him, only causing him to laugh as he took over the lead, ending the game with his name in gold letters, shinning as the winner. You groaned and threw your head back, the controller flying from your hands “Cheater” you grumbled, eyeing him from your position. He would shrug, a grin as wide as ever on his face “I wouldn’t say cheater, I just took advantage of the situation at hand” he would explain, turning his body to face you. You scrunched your nose and stuck your tongue up at him “Hate you” you stated with no real animosity behind it. “Awe” he began, his bottom lip puckering out “No ya don’t babe” he defended, his thumb grazing your cheek. You thought for a moment, filling the silence with your humming before you responded “You’re right” you began, your hands loping around his neck “I don’t hate you. I actually love you…cheater”. His eyebrow tilted up, showing signs of confusion but as time went on his confusion went into admiration “I love you too…loser”

For You

Me a few days ago: I’m not going to write for a bit
Me after last night’s ep. of the Flash: TIME TO WRITE UNTIL MY HANDS FALL OFF
But for real, last night’s episode was so good and now I have Julian feels!!!

Title: For You
Pairing: Julian Albert x reader
Summary: Barry leaves you alone in the lab with Julian, which leads to you discovering his life story.
Word Count: 1,705
Warnings: Food mention, spoilers about the Flash episode 3x04 (obviously)

Your name: submit What is this?

             "No, Allen, you may not steal another sample from me,“ you heard Julian sneer as you walked into the lab.

           You could feel the annoyance radiating off of Julian. Barry catches your glance and rolls his eyes quickly. You smile at his frustration with Julian, vaguely amused, but break the tension by handing Barry a manila folder.

           "Don’t worry about it Julian, Barr’s working on something else,” you told him, resting your hand proudly on Barry’s shoulder.  

           Barry thanks you with a smile before shrugging your hand off gently and walking to his half of the lab. Julian pauses, eyes flickering from you to Barry before replying.

           "Well, good for him,“ Julian replied, busying himself with the papers on his desk. "Working on something useful.”

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on this day, 28 years ago, the legendary janet jackson released her iconic “janet jackson’s rhythm nation:1814” album. the album was released during the peak of my mother’s crack addiction. here is the LONG story through “rhythm nation: 1814” music videos of how that album and my childhood best friend, robert, saved my life. 

it was mid-august of 1989 when my life would change. i lived in north philadelphia with my mother and my five brothers in a one bed-room apartment. well it was sorta of an apartment. my grand mother has transformed her two-story house into two living quarters. we lived downstairs while grand mother lived upstairs. this meant that the “living room” was our bedroom. the “dining room” was everything but a “dinning room” because we never had meals in that room because didn’t even have a table. it was dark and empty room for the most part but it was where i spent most of my time dancing and avoiding the world. it was also the room where i first heard janet’s “miss you much.“ 

the song premiered on Q-102 fm in philadelphia and i waited till the top of the next hour to hear it again so that i could record it on my cassette. because we didn’t have cable, i had to wait until the weekly syndicated show "friday night videos” premiered the video. and hunty, once i saw the video - it was a wrap! the imagery and the fuckin’ choreography provided my lungs with oxygen! 

my mother’s crack addiction was its peak during the time. i found solace in learning choreography from music videos. i found peace in imagining myself in those music videos. “miss you much” amplified those fantasies! it was the first music video that had a fuckin’ plot twist. when she said “is that the end?” and her dancers said “no!” and she started that ICONIC chair routine! bitch, whatever life i lived before that moment no longer mattered. i needed a hat and a chair to dance with! 

i would practice the choreography in the dinning room while my younger brother nicholas watched. he was a great sport because he would sit on the floor until he fell asleep watching me dance. but i tell ya this - i mastered that routine and by the time my 7th grade school year started, i was showing off my skills to my fellow students in the lunch room.

although it had been just a few weeks since the release of the album, i already memorized every word by the time i started the grade started. i hated school and dreaded the start of a new year. i wasn’t sure if i could deal with the name calling but i was also inspired to getting my education because janet herself said it was important.

it was the first day of the 7th grade when i met robert. i knew as soon as i walked into the classroom him commanding space with his beautiful spirit that my life was about to not be as fucked as it was at that time. i remember exhaling when i saw him and thinking to myself, “finally i am not the only one.” for years, i was always the only “out” student in school and seeing another unapologetic femme dude provided me a safe place land after being in limbo for what felt like a millions years. 

i sat near him and his crew waiting for an opportunity to connect. the moment he said “i love janet jackson!” i knew this was my chance to connect. i said “ooh honey chyle, i love me some miss janet too!” we were best friends from that moment. before robert, i had to survive lunch in the cafeteria on my own. being called “faggot” sliced me open but when i was with robert, i didn’t care. we laughed at the students who called us faggots. we laughed at them because they didn’t know janet’s “miss you much” and “rhythm nation” choreography. we did! a-ha!

i remember on some days we were bold enough to do the choreography in the lunch room. of course, we had to do it without music so we just sang the songs while we danced. most students laughed but some others were quite impressed. those were the students that would eventually help to make survival in the cafeteria a little easier. 

one day, while in science class, miss harrison approached me and robert as we walked into the classroom and asked if robert and i could do our janet routines because it will quiet the kids down. miss harrison was a young teacher and the students always gave her a hard time. i remember feeling so affirmed and yet so very shocked that: 1. miss harrsion knew we could dance and 2. she was asking us to dance. usually, robert and i danced cuz we wanted to. now here we were in a classroom where the teacher is asking us to dance to help her get “control” (you see what i just did? lol) of the class. we didn’t dance that day. mainly because unlike the cafeteria, her classroom only had one exit and we weren’t trying to risk it. lol

by the time the “escapade” music video was released in january of 1990, robert was sent away to a group home. i remember feeling immense pain and heartache because i wasn’t sure if we would ever see each other again. my family didn’t have a house phone. we wouldn’t get a land line until 1995.

i had to learn the choreography alone. i had to survive school alone. i had to fuckin’ survive my mother’s addiction. but i had my rhythm nation cassette. well, i had the cassette but no radio to play it on because one of my mother’s friends stole my damn radio and sold it. lawd, how the hell did i survive!? i tell ya know.

by this time, i spent every monday and wednesday afternoon in miss wilson’s english club. granted, i was the only student who showed up but i loved miss wilson. she had been my 6th grade teacher and she was always welcoming. we didn’t do anything related to english studies, she and i just sat and gossip about the other teachers. this is how i knew that my social studies teacher, who loved to laugh whenever i was teased, was getting a divorced after finding out her husband was having an affair. this information would prove useful one day when she laughed at me after a boy called me a “faggot.”. chyle, i said “you laugh all you want but i know when you go home tonight, you’re husband won’t be there.” chyle, her face cracked! she never laughed at me again. 

anywho, during my afternoons with miss wilson, i would tell her about my life. she would remind me of how special i was and how one day janet will pick me to dance for her. when i told miss wilson about my radio being stolen, she went out and bought me a new one - the next damn day! as a token of my appreciation, i danced to “escapade” for her. also, i wanted to show off the choreography.

in other related “escapade” stories, i seldom danced in front of my mother. while she was hella supportive of me as a queer kid, she did struggle with my being unapologetically fem. she hated that i lip synced to songs by women. which is why i was so surprised when one day while drinking with friends in our “living room” which was also our bedroom, she asked me to dance to a janet jackson song. i chose “escapade” because it was the current single. although looking back now, i wished i had chosen “rhythm nation.” she smiled the entire time and after i was done her friend said, “you dance just like michael jackson.” i knew what he “meant” but was more irritated that he chose to say michael and not janet. i was sad that i wasn’t dancing with robert.

by the time “alright”, RN1814’s fourth single was released, i was living with my aunt janet. i had fallen into a deep depression so i janet invited me to come live with her. 

it was the spring of 1990 and robert was still away at his group home. i was transferred to a different school. i tried to reinvent myself as “straight” but that didn’t work. i wasn’t committed enough. lol it was in this school that i got into a fight with a dude who called me a faggot in english class - seriously, english classes sucked! also, they called the cops on me cuz i whipped that boy’s ass! i wasn’t arrested but school fucked with my mental health and decided that i would rather cut class that sit in a class that cut me. 

i used to sneak back home to my aunt’s house and watch music videos while she and her husband were at work. this is how i managed to catch the world premiere of the music video on mtv. i remember my aunt watching mtv later that night and telling me that they were about to show janet’s new video. i was like “oh really? that’s cool because i have never seen it.” i think she knew i was lying.

by the spring of 1990, robert managed to run away from his group home. i was still living with janet but somehow word got to me that robert was home and looking for me. i immediately rushed to his mom’s house but he left moments before i arrived. i am sure all of this would have been easier had we had phones but we didn’t. it was the 90s and we were poor as hell. 

anywho, i waited on his mom’s steps for hours before he finally returned! we hugged hard and he said “you still remember the steps?” we spent the next few hours talking about janet and life and boys and our dreams.

it was a school night so i had to get back to my aunt janet’s house. i didn’t want to leave robert. i was scared that he would disappear again. “hey. you want to go to the mall tomorrow? i can cut school."the next morning, i met up with robert and attempted to catch the bus but as soon as we got on, i saw my uncle jose sitting right by the damn driver. so we immediately jumped off the bus and decided to walk the five miles to the mall. i remember us taking a picture in the photo booth. i remember being hot as hell because i wore my burgundy turtleneck and it was fuckin’ june! 

on our way back from the mall, we stopped by save-a-lot. we had just under 5 dollars. enough to buy a few sodas, some cookies and a bag of chips. we found a playground nearby and sat on the swings killing time before i had to head back home. while we were there we met a girl about our age, who by today’s standard would be considered sex-positive but back then she was a girl who didn’t give a fuck what people thought. we shared our sodas and treats with her and laughed until our heads hurt.

robert walked me half way home that night. right as we were saying good-bye and planning our next outing, he said "you won.” i replied, “what?” he said, “remember our bet. i said that ‘lonely’ would have a video and you said that ‘come back to me’ would have a video. you won.

in late june of 1990, i was the saddest i had ever been. robert was returned to his group home and my aunt janet sent me back to live with my mother. she was fed up with my cutting school. the kicker is that i had just one more week of school. 

i remember leaving her house and dreading going back to my mother’s house. by this time, my mother lived in a two bedroom house. it was definitely a come-up from our usual one-bedroom apartment. but i didn’t want to deal with her addiction. but i had no choice. 

i spent the entire summer locked in a room that i shared with my brothers. i just watched tv shows and music videos all. damn. day. this is why i can still remember the timeslots of many forgotten tv shows. 

sometime in july, robert showed up at my house. he had not run away but was given a weekend pass to visit family. we did what we had always done - danced to janet songs. i don’t remember us talking about our dreams. i think we became aware of that dreams for boys like us don’t come true. but we could still dance our asses off. 

that sunday, my aunt blanca and i drove him back to his group home. it was about a 45-minute drive and i counted every minute. he said if he was good, he would be given another weekend pass. i told him to be good. "black cat” premiered on a sunday in august. this i will always remember because i hated sundays. some days i still do. robert hated this song.

in the winter of 1990, robert came to live with us after he ranaway yet again from the group home. i told my mother that he was dischagred but had no place to go. she said, “then he will stay here." 

"love will never do (without you)” was released during this time. it is not only my fave song from the rhythm nation 1814 album, but it is my all-time-fave janet song. it is also one of me and robert’s fave janet video. the hair. the smile. the walk. antonio. everything. 

i remember us walking to the record store on germantown avenue - the same store i purchased the rhythm nation album in september of ‘89 - to buy the 12” single. mind you, i didn’t have a record player. we just had to have it! we would wind up buying all of the rhythm nation singles on 12" and then nail them to my wall (see pic in comment section.)

robert was already my brother but he became a brother to my brothers. my brother nicholas, who once watched me dance to “miss you much,” now watched as me and robert danced to everything.when janet released “janet.” in 1993, robert and i would perform “if” for all the drug dealers on the block. they would block traffic and turn the car lights on to provide us a spot light.

robert lived with my mother years long after i moved out. he even moved to florida with her. he would provide my mother the same magical gift he provided me for many years - his love and friendship. robert, love will never do without you.

Okay so I just saw Homecoming again  (third times the charm) and I am fairly certain that the Parkers moved apartments within those couple months between Civil War and Homecoming. 

Like my other homecoming post, this might be a shot in the dark. But I do have my reasons for thinking this. 

So, of course, the fact that Peter’s bedroom was different from Civil War to Homecoming, could have just been because the set was changed. (But we all know that Marvel is really careful with the details so I don’t think this is the reason) 

Watching the movie this time around I made sure to look around the Parkers apartment and it was definitely changed as well. 

  1. When Peter walked into his apartment in HC the hallway was small and their front door was painted black, in CW the hallway was wide and the door was painted white.  
  2. Their kitchen in CW was facing the door, their kitchen in HC was on the same side as the front door. 
  3. Their last apartment had lots of windows and was pretty spacious, their new apartment has fewer windows and is kind of cramped. 

Okay, so yes, new apartment, but again that could just be because the two movies had different directors and so different sets for the Parker residence. But I think it makes a lot of sense that Peter and May moved.  

Ben has been dead for a while now. And if you look at The Parker’s apartment in CW it was nice, pretty big and with good looking furniture. Everything in its place and roomy. 

Apartments in New York are crazy expensive and I don’t know what May does for a living in MCU (hopefully she isn’t a cook) but she probably couldn’t afford that apartment on only one income. 

And looking at the way their new apartment is a bit cluttered, furniture pushed together, filing cabinets in the living room, knick-knacks sitting about, it really does seem like they downsized. 

So that makes me wonder, (because it seemed weird to me how empty and bear Peter’s bedroom in CW was in comparison to his very much filled and messy bedroom in HC) was the reason Peter’s bedroom in CW was so empty because they were in the middle of moving? 

Because that makes a lot of sense to me.