i just liked this part sorry


Part 4/?

*inhales* Look, I didn’t lose motivation to do the comics- don’t worry! I just have like no time. Anyway, I’m sorry!
Also I feel like the way I want things to happen here is too slow ahah so I’m trying to let the story progress f a s t e r so it’ll still be thrilling to read! I mean, y'all wanna see all the talks/arguments finally, don’t you? ;)
Thanks for sticking with me the whole time tho!! ♡


AU where Jungkook is desperate for Love and jimin is in an unhappy relationship until a meeting changes everything💕 part 50/ ? I am sorry for anymistakes that I made I am not native in english🙈 please give me feedback good or bad🙈💕 I hope you like this part💓 If you are new here use the # thanhisfirstau to find the other parts 💓 or you can click on the masterlist to find the links to each part💓


anonymous asked:

Hawke shows up in inquisition, minus Fenris; Varric mentions Fenris is probably off hunting slavers. Ever since my first playthrough, I've wondered how exactly their parting went down. Cute and fluffy? Hard and angry? Did they argue? Did Hawke even tell Fenris he was leaving, or did Fenris just wake up in camp one morning to Hawke being gone? I MUST KNOW!

If you look, I have a few drabbles about this. I don’t feel like looking them up at the moment though. This is short. I’m sorry.

They had been fighting about it for a week, and they both knew Hawke would go, and they both knew Fenris would stay, and they fought about it anyway, because Fenris couldn’t give up that easily.

“My place is by your side, Hawke,” Fenris said.

“I’d rather have you alive and angry at me, than dead in my arms.”

It was the red lyrium Varric wrote of. Fenris had heard the argument so many times, he thought he might scream if Hawke brought it up again.

“I belong with you,” he insisted.

“Don’t make me leave in secret,” Hawke pled. “You won’t follow me. Promise me, Fenris. Promise.”

They made love the night before Hawke left. Fenris was all fury and fire, teeth and nails and rage, but he clung to Hawke, when it was over, panting and bruised, and he made him swear to come home.

“I’ll never forgive you,” he said, “If you die without me.”

anonymous asked:

Hey Q, on the subject of reproduction and growth, I think a problem with how to crack it is in your sense of mortality. All things that are born will grow, age, and then die. To have a kid means to begin this cycle with a new life and be part of it yourself. I'm not sure an AI like you could do it mostly because you would try to create life without death to spare the people you work so hard to protect from what would be their end. This is just a theory, sorry if you've already thought of this.

* i mean…that’s very poetic of you kid… but also kind of a load of sentimental bullshit. i feel like you’re putting too much meaning into death itself. the truth is that there is no meaning in death, it simply is. hell, your scientists don’t even fully understand the process of decay that causes aging in your species, because not every animal on the planet even undergoes it. it appears to be optional, if you can just crack the code. lobsters, for example, are essentially ageless, and there’s a certain kind of jellyfish that ages to maturity, then pulls a benjamin button and goes backwards to its polyp state before repeating the whole thing over again.

* so, yeah, sorry, but i’m not buying what you’re selling. the process of making new sentience is obviously difficult, but the fact that i’m not going to die isn’t the problem here. that’s just the worst sort of absurdist fallacy.

joohie-ice  asked:

Hi, I really like all of your answers about Call Me By Your Name. I just wanna ask your opinion about the relationship between Elio and Marzia. I know at the end Elio loves Oliver, but throughout the book there are some parts that make me feel like Elio is trying to see who does he like better? Does he enjoy being with a woman or a man? He loves Oliver but he still makes love with Marzia. So what do you think? I'm sorry if this question doesnt make sense. English is not my first language.

Firstly - don’t apologise for your English. It’s great! And secondly - thank you!

Well… I’ve seen lots of different interpretations of this so if what I think doesn’t resonate, you should search the tag for other opinions because it’s wide open for debate and I find everyone’s take on it interesting. Also I’ve had a lot of flu medication so apologies if this doesn’t make sense!

I don’t think it’s a case of Elio trying to find out who he likes better - I think he’s just exploring his (bi)sexuality. He is clearly attracted to Marzia, and he really likes her as a person, but he also has this insane connection and attraction to Oliver. I think he enjoys both being with a woman AND a man. I always read Elio as bisexual therefore for me, Elio’s capacity to love and be attracted to women and men made total sense. I completely understand that about him.

He cares about them both and he’s attracted to them both, but in the end we know that Oliver is the love of his life. Everything comes back to him, even when his other relationships are done. He does still sleep with Marzia after he’s acknowledged what he feels with Oliver but I think part of that is because Oliver and Elio didn’t ever express that they were monogamous to each other and in a relationship… and also in part to do with Elio’s own struggle to accept that he is attracted to men and he is acting on that in a very real, emotional way with Oliver. That’s demonstrated in the passages after his first time with Oliver - he repeatedly expresses that he can go back to Marzia now and enjoy her, sleep with her, forget Oliver etc, he thinks of Marzia waiting for him and wonders how he could have ever thought of anyone but her… it’s all overcompensating for the fact that he doesn’t want to admit the truth about Oliver. So we end up with a situation where he wants them both and he tries to have both of them. 

I mostly see this as Elio trying to understand who he is and his attractions, experiencing everything in this one, slow, romantic summer. Ultimately, though, he falls in love with Oliver and this is manifested in him leaving for Rome with Oliver and essentially leaving Marzia waiting, seemingly never resolving this with her.


Summary:  Where stiles is trying to keep up with school the pack and Lydia and the reader and also the comments people make to him at school and he gets stressed out, so you and Lydia help him relax… With maybe smut I really don’t know if you are comfortable with writing smut

Requested by: @missconverseshoes I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON FORGIVE ME I LOVE YOU. I couldn’t find a way to add smut, I’m sorry!

Word count: 917

Check out These Headcannons that accompany this! PART ONE  PART TWO. In this, you & Lydia are not cousins. I realized that is incest…

WARNING: Language

Originally posted by greetthequeen

You, Lydia, and Stiles were a perfect couple.

Well not exactly perfect, but you all fit together so well–like missing pieces of a puzzle. You filled each other’s insecurities, you boosted each other’s dreams, and you just loved each other unconditionally.

But things weren’t always fine and dandy.

Keep reading

sorry for all the story posts today my pals but if you would like to read part two (the final part!) of how long we were fooled it is now live. i’ll make some other posts about it when i remember how to read and type text again. i love you

anonymous asked:

Sorry for the negativity but I hate being demi. Ive dated one person who meant the world to me and we broke up ages ago but I'm still not over them and I feel like thats due at least in part to how rarely I experience attraction. I cant get them out of my head because everytime I think of love they are the only thing that comes to mind and there arent just "other fish in the sea" for me. I'm happy for demi people who can be positive about their identity but I hate this and I wish I could change.

Don’t worry about being negative about it sometimes. Real life isn’t all happy sunshine and unicorn cupcakes. Sometimes things suck. Maybe they even suck a lot. That’s okay. That’s just life. 

I’ve cried myself to sleep a few times because I feel like I’m going to be alone my whole life since I have such a hard time connecting to people. I feel really lonely some days when all I see around me are happy couples in books, tv, movies, and even in my life. When people talk about how great things are with their boyfriend or girlfriend, all it does is remind me that I’ve never experienced a relationship and that I may never get to. That makes me really sad. Some days I wish I could change too because then I could go out there and meet people easily and not be awkward and weird and maybe I’d even be happy. 

But where would changing really get us? The love we get to experience, it’s special. It’s really special. You know those sports cars that everyone wants because they’re so goddamn beautiful and the company only made, like, five in the whole world? We’re the sports cars of love. Or the really limited edition signed comic or misprinted book? We’re those. Because only loving, truly loving, a couple of times in your life means that love is really really powerful. Just because you don’t go through heartbreak and dates and one night stands like other people doesn’t make your love any less. Not that there’s anything wrong with the above, because there truly isn’t, but I’d argue that loving only a few times and being with only a few people makes you more special. Because when you say you love someone, you mean it. And yeah, it sucks if that person breaks your heart and it may take you a while to get over it. But when you do, whoever you love next will be so lucky to have you.

For now, though, focus on yourself. Don’t try to go fishing. Buy that face mask that makes you happy. Treat yourself to a cooking class and make a fancy dessert. Go rock climbing because you’ve always wanted to and just never had anyone to do it with. Forget other people. Focus on making yourself happy. Fall in love with yourself. And you know what? Going and doing all those things will open you up to a whole new group of people that may become your very best friends and maybe even your next love. It won’t happen over night, but I can promise that one day you’ll look around and forget why you were ever sad. Whether that happens with or without a cutie hanging on your arm isn’t important. The important part is that you are who are and that you deserve the very best you can give yourself. 

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry if I'm bothering you btw with just,, asks but imagine if it's a big house the relatives are like "Oh kravitz can have his own room" and Taako, out of spite and pettiness is like Nahhh, nope, can't handle not sleeping next to my beautiful man, we're totally sharing a room (Meanwhile Krav dies because thaT WASN'T PART OF THE PLAN TAAKO) Anyway kthxbye you're cool

my friend buddy you are not bothering me at all these are great 

taako is completely confident and casual about sharing a room to everyone else because hey lup and barry are sharing and any way to avoid doing literally anything their relatives tell them to do is a good thing. at least until it’s actually night and he and kravitz are just awkwardly sitting in silence because wait shit he didn’t think this far ahead oh god why did he do this 

anonymous asked:

I have a problem. I think I am the passive aggressive friend. I don't mean to be that person, and I don't want to be that person. But people are already walking around me like they are walking on eggshells. I don't know how to fix this. My friend always tells me to control my voice and face, because "you look so salty 24/7". The worst part is, I know it's true and now I feel like the worst person ever. Sorry for bothering but I feel like I don't have anyone anymore cause everyone hates my guts.

i dont think you should feel like the worst person ever, and you cant change who you are. sometimes it just means taking a step back before you speak and thinking about the effect your words can have. its not that easy because its natural, its your personality right? but if youd like to make a change thats a start. i bet its not that bad though - please dont worry over it too much

anonymous asked:

Hi, I’m sorry if you’ve covered this already, but to you have any advice for people just starting to do book reviews? I really want to start a book blog but I have no idea how to review books and that seems to be a big part of it …

Well, the most important thing to remember is: be honest and talk about what you liked, what you disliked, and why. Different people like different kinds of reviews, so there’s really no way to do it “wrong”, so do what feels more comfortable for you.

It’s up to you how you style your review and how much/ how little you say. You can make it more formal or you can make it a free-flow thought dump. Think of what kind of reviews you like? A lot of information? Or a basic account? It’s really up to you.

Generally, what how I write a review is:

First paragraph: Opening statement is the hook/thesis: how I felt about the book overall.

The Body: I usually talk about the strongest point of the book and go down to there. I always try to list the positive things first (if there are any) and save the bad things for the end (unless the book was irredeemable). But I try to mention: the writing, the characters, and character development, action, the setting, the plot. If it’s a sequel, I talk about whether or not there has been any sort of development (which I expect) and how the book works in the series.

Last Paragraph: I reiterate how I felt about the book overall and whether or not I’d recommend it.

anonymous asked:

Hi again, it's the confusing anon from earlier (Sorry about that and thanks for replying). I hadn't considered being trans much before, at least not beyond the m/f binary. I've never felt comfortable having a female body, but I don't want to have a male body either. I don't hate my looks, I just don't like that I have female parts. I guess what I'm asking is: do you think, as a nb person, being gnc and not wanting to be a girl physically makes me nonbinary or just a cis person with body issues?

Thanks for checking back in with us! {Part 1}

GNC simply means that your behavior/appearance does not match the traditional gender roles of your gender. It is not really defined by your gender itself or whether you agree with the gender you assigned at birth.

While being trans is not 100% or only about your body, body does play a large part in a lot of people’s discovery around realizing they are trans. “not wanting to be a girl physically” certainly sounds to me like you should be looking into trans identities and thinking if trans/nonbinary fits you. Here are some you could look at/think about:

Adamasgender: a gender which refuses to be categorized

Agender: the feeling of no gender/absence of gender or neutral gender

Androgyne: sometimes used in the case of “androgynous presentation”; describes the feeling of being a mix of both masculine and feminine (and sometimes neutral) gender qualities

Anesigender: feeling like a certain gender yet being more comfortable identifying with another

Angenital: a desire to be without primary sexual characteristics, without necessarily being genderless; one may be both angenital and identify as any other gender alongside

Apconsugender: a gender where you know what it isn’t, but not what it is; the gender is hiding itself from you

Axigender: when a person experiences two genders that sit on opposite ends of an axis; one being agender and the other being any other gender; these genders are experienced one at a time with no overlapping and with very short transition time.

Bigender: the feeling of having two genders either at the same time or separately; usually used to describe feeling “traditionally male” and “traditionally female”, but does not have to

Blurgender: the feeling of having more than one gender that are somehow blurred together to the point of not being able to distinguish or identify individual genders; synonymous with genderfuzz

Boyflux: when one feels mostly or all male most of the time but experience fluctuating intensity of male identity

Commogender: when you know you aren’t cisgender, but you settled with your assigned gender for the time being

Demifluid: the feeling your gender being fluid throughout all the demigenders; the feeling of having multiple genders, some static and some fluid

Demigender: a gender that is partially one gender and partially another (such as demiboy)

Egogender: a gender that is so personal to your experience that it can only be described as “you”

Gyragender: having multiple genders but understanding none of them

Libragender: a gender that feels agender but has a strong connection to another gender

Maverique: taken from the word maverick; the feeling of having a gender that is separate from masculinity, femininity, and neutrality, but is not agender; a form of third gender

Paragender: the feeling very near one gender and partially something else which keeps you from feeling fully that gender

Perigender: identifying with a gender but not as a gender

Subgender: mostly agender with a bit of another gender

Vocigender: a gender that is weak or hollow

That’s still a lot to go through, but as mentioned, only you can define yourself. It’s gotta be up to you to say “yes, I’m nonbinary/trans” or “no, i’m cis” or “wow I’m just confused and questioning and that’s okay, too”.

To me, it kind of sounds like you already have an idea if you’re nonbinary or if you’re cis, but you’re just not allowing yourself to accept the possibility because you’re confused and unsure and therefore feel invalid. So let me confirm to you: experiment! Let yourself try out new terms and accept new ideas about yourself! So what if you get it wrong the first few times? So what if you get it wrong for years? Just because an identity doesn’t fit you doesn’t mean you’ve actually done anything wrong. It’s natural to question, and you should be allowed to experiment. So let yourself! Let yourself explore the possibility that that curious, wondering, small little voice in the back of your mind is actually onto something.

~ Mod Sock

Notes to the girl whose house I live in

by reddit user JJX2525

It took me a week to find where you keep your wifi password. A whole week! I was really worried you’d thrown it away, but lo and behold, there it was in the cutlery drawer of all places. Everything about the way you organize things confuses me. I guess because you live on your own now you just put things any old place. I know there was someone else before, I heard you talking about him on the phone. Johnny, I think? Jimmy? Anyway, I know because you said it was tough being alone. But you’re not alone, of course. You have me!

Keep reading

don’t worry, the (bi)gang is here!!

#healer!Draco #injured!Harry #pining

Prompts: @ohsodraco
Author: @queenofthyme

Draco hadn’t turned around yet. But he would have seen Harry’s name on the appointment list. He must have known who his next patient was. Harry wondered if Draco felt that same nervous excitement to see him - the clammy palms, the fidgeting, the sweat on the back of the neck and a heart that he could hear pounding in his ears.

Probably not.

Draco stood with his back to the door, reading over a floating chart. Harry took an awkward seat on the edge of the patients’ chair. Still, Draco made no sign he was aware of Harry’s presence. Nothing new there.

Harry cleared his throat and got straight to the point. “I accidentally cursed myself.”

Draco turned around then, his face showing no surprise at Harry Potter sitting in his Healer’s office. “You accidentally cursed yourself,” he repeated drily.

Harry nodded, wiping his hands on his trousers. “Yes.”

“With what curse?” Draco’s eyes were piercing and analytical, giving Harry the odd sensation that Draco already knew exactly what he was thinking. But he couldn’t. Or they wouldn’t be having this conversation at all.

“I don’t know.”

Draco blinked back at Harry, drawing attention to his long pale lashes. Harry had a particular fondness for those bloody lashes. “How can you curse yourself and not know? What incantation did you use? What wand movement?”

Harry shrugged, dropping eye contact, lest he reveal his game too early. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t - “ Draco started to repeat, frustration leaking into his voice. “What are your symptoms? How has this mystery curse affected you?”

“I feel unwell,” Harry answered simply, playing with a loose thread on the knee of his trousers.

There was a silence in which Harry could feel Draco staring down at him, eyes boring into him. He didn’t dare look up. “You feel unwell,” Draco repeated, disbelief clear in his tone.


“Potter, get the fuck out of my practice.”

Harry looked up quickly - he hadn’t expected that. Although perhaps he should have. “You’re not going to cure me?”

“Of what?” Draco’s tone was clipped, impatient, his eyes narrowed. “You’re clearly not cursed. You don’t have any symptoms. I sense no dark magic in your presence. I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish, but I can assure you I don’t have the time to humour you. Good bye.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. “I do have one symptom.”

Draco sighed heavily, but his face lightened. “What is it?”

“An erratic heartbeat.”

“An erratic heartbeat,” Draco repeated - he was making a habit of doing that. “You’re probably just unfit. It’s not un-“

“So you’re not even going to check to make sure?” Harry interrupted, shuffling on his seat. This was so not how he wanted this to go down. “It could be serious.”

Draco crossed his arms. “It’s not serious.”

“And how do you know if you’re not going to check?” Harry held his breath. If we was thrown out of Draco’s office now, the humiliation will have all been for nothing.

“Fine - “ Harry exhaled - “Lie down.”

Harry shuffled up onto chair fully and laid back. He squirmed a little at the cold plastic covering.

“Stay still,” Draco said, a hand coming out to rest on Harry’s shoulder, holding him in place. With his other hand, he passed his wand over Harry’s chest. Harry tried not to make it obvious when a shiver ran through him - he wasn’t so sure it was to do with Draco’s wand and not his touch.

“It is a little faster than normal,” Draco said quietly, dropping his hand. "Do you often feel out of breath?” He asked, eyes flickering back up to Harry’s face.

“Only around you.”

Harry watched Draco’s pale eyelashes flutter. “I’m not following.”

It look all of Harry’s Gryffindor courage (and plenty of recklessness too) not to look away. “You leave me breathless.”

Harry waited for Draco’s reaction. Nothing at first - it took a second - and then: “Oh no. Oh no.” Draco backed away. “Are you telling me this was all an elaborate set up so you could use that cheesy pick-up line?”

Harry felt his heart drop. “Maybe,” he said quietly, getting to his feet. It had seemed like a great idea over Firewhiskey with Ron and Hermione the previous night.

“That’s pathetic, Potter. You could do so much better than that.”

“Sorry,” Harry said, his face to the floor as he shuffled to the exit. “I didn’t mean to - I’ll just - “

“Come back tomorrow,” Draco said from behind him - Harry froze, hope rising in his gut. "Just make sure you have some better material.”

Harry turned around slowly, a smile forming on his face. “If that’s what the doctor orders…”

“Healer,” Draco corrected. He was back to staring over his chart again. “I’ll make your follow-up appointment 5.30pm tomorrow. “ He looked up at Harry and winked. “It’s my last session. Dress sharp.”

more like this l @queenofthyme​ 

Mina and Denki messing around hcs

  • microwaving stuff that absolutely should not be microwaved
  • eating the sourest sweets they can find
  • spreading the most ridiculous, outlandish fake rumours that they can think of (usually about Bakugou)
  • “how much of my hand dyou think will dissolve if I stick it in that acid?”
  • both cheating at video games while accusing the other of cheating and not playing fair
  • combining as many memes as possible to create abstract art
  • practicing flirting with girls which somehow always goes wrong and they end up in overdramatic fake fights
  • melting stuff with heat or ashido’s acid
  • “hey dyou think we can climb this?”
  • covering kaminari in mina’s cheap foundation so he’s completely pink
  • terrible fashion shows. who can make the worst outfit and rock it the most? (these usually involve kirishima’s crocs)
  • “shock me. just fucking do it. I dare you.”
  • midnight baking ending up as a 3am food fight
  • doing viral challenges
  • reciting long copypastas off by memory
  • “is this edible? only one way to find out”

anonymous asked:

do you ever think about how when even was manic he said 'we're so going to get married' and then when he was depressed he said 'in another universe we're together for all eternity' and cry

I cry more about what that turned into actually??? They started off talking on such a grand scale, “man of my life” and “married” and “eternity”, and while that might be romantic… I feel like that didn’t serve Even particularly well? If you’re living life as a film, you might make the big gesture and let the curtain fall. If you’re living life thinking of all the parallel universes, you can comfort yourself that one of them is getting it ‘right’. What I really loved about season three was that it wasn’t too precious about anything, Isak and Even enjoyed all the talk about the infinite and du er mannen i mitt liv but it wasn’t what ended up actually meaning the most to them. 

What wound up being the most important thing was you and me and this bed and now. And then ‘move in with me because I want you and your dirty socks and your elbow next to mine on the kitchen table’. The everyday, every day. The “now” means more to me than any hypothetical forever and they’re giving everything they could right at this minute. That’s what gets me more than anything with them, seeing them take such good care of each other because they aren’t counting on anything else. Because life is

time heals all wounds i guess


aw man this was originally supposed to be practice (hence as to why it looks absolutely messy) but i can never leave things unfinished once i start them :’)