i just wanted the little titles

a knight’s fate; a knight!joshua au (1)

Originally posted by performanceunit

summary: as a princess, it seemed like there was never any time for fun. your favorite knight knows how to show you otherwise

characters: joshua/female reader, other members of svt, members of aoa

genre: fantasy romance/fluff/angst

word count: 1.3k

a/n: so this is a new fic i’m starting! not sure if i want to make it a chaptered fic or not, although it seems like it should be lmao this WILL be a chaptered fic! my first on this blog im excited

other notes: most of them have their hairstyles from mansae era, so remind yourself of that, I suppose. also this is medieval knights i’m using and yes i changed the title just a little bit, but this is the official title!

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Hey guys~~ I’ve been pretty clogged up with work lately, hence the inactivity,,, But I wanted to make a little announcement that I’m working on a little personal comic of mine (titled My Epilogue) !! It’s been in the works for quite a while now, even though it’s just recently that I’ve started to draw the story out. But I’m not sure if I want to post the whole comic anywhere yet, so expect my regular stream of posts for this next while~~ 

Those asks in my inbox are collecting dust I’ll get to them I swear I sweAR

Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.

You’re the story I tell when the wind asks about my love for sunsets, the punctuation I erase when our reflections sink into the shore. How does every sign we construct explain how some people are meant to fall in love, but aren’t meant to be together? how new constellations form every time I whisper your name, but the night still drinks the caffeine we left at our feet? I just wanted to be the owner of the galaxies dripping from your eyes, the piece you could live without when our hands are grasping for the leaves falling short of a title we’re still rearranging. The less we talk, the more words mean. The less we smile, the more I find your laughter in every six string song. On my best days, I’m just a breath away from you, but sometimes, I just need a little help getting out of my head. Or when I need to get off the bed, some words push us towards insanity– if you were ever mad at me, would you speak your thoughts? If you ever fell in love with me? Would you tell me? If you wanted to know something unusual– I’ve got you. I enjoy the oddness of questions. Like how it sends us on a quest for the truthful answers midway. I don’t like acronyms because the shortness of letters can never compare to the shortness in my breathing when it comes to the lines of oh my god, you’re beautiful tonight. The less we smile, the more I find your atmosphere most needed– some laughter controls the bleeding, some lovers control the weather, and some nights I need both. Some nights I seem to choke on my regrets, it’s never dinnertime when you’ve got so much on your mind. It’s never writing if you’ve done nothing right. You’re always wrong if you start crying in the middle of a song that triggered certain feelings that you shouldn’t be having. you’re always spacing out whenever the commas start to show how many mistakes you’ve made, how many mistakes it took for you to finally get it, how many apologies it took for you to be forgiven, how many I love you’s were needed for someone to feel like you loved them and not just for the sake of not being alone, how many nights you had to spend living in a dead memory of won’t you stay with me for another hour, how many oceans you had to cry before you realized people sink with you every time you damage them, how many volcanoes you became because stress makes smoking this much easier, how many pills you had to take to forget a name, how many nights you stayed high because shower thoughts brought you back to the razors, how many mornings you spent fucked up because of one fuck up, how many years you’ll toss away to find yourself, how many weeks it’ll take to rewire your brain after a breakup, how many days it’ll take to unfeel everything, how many hours it’ll take to unlove a feeling, how many seconds it’ll take to get it right, how many commas you’ll keep count of to not lose yourself tonight, and how many times you’ll leave yourself in the palms of others instead of your own. if I’m ever on my last dollar, if I’m ever on my last heartbeat, if I’m ever at the end of the line, if I ever forget about you, if I never loved you, if I ever destroyed myself to recreate myself, if I ever feel good enough to get over this depression, if I ever stop and stare into the middle of nowhere and if I never return to who I used to be– remember that this life will cut like a very thin knife into your ribs in search for another comma for another run-on sentence that should not have happened because you always loved to make mistakes without a proper ending or a period to your era of impressional impressions to impress no one in particular you can have all of my mistakes you can have all of my errors you can have all of this red ink to scribble all over this poem you can have my life and call it death to the last day when we’ll never meet again.
—  The Ate & The Bunso
What I want to happen at the end of Moana:
  • [end credits roll]
  • [black screen]
  • Little Girl's voice: Nani, Nani! Tell it again! Tell it again!
  • [open to Lilo's bedroom. Stitch is curled up asleep at the foot of her bed. Lilo is snuggled up to Nani, and Nani holds an open book with the title of "the Legend of Moana"]
  • Nani: I'm sorry Lilo. It's too late! I've already kept you up for too long.
  • Lilo: Please? Just one more time! [she gives her best puppy dog eyes. Nani gives in with a sigh.]
  • Nani: alright...[flips book to the beginning] "There once was a girl named Moana..."
[Miraculous Ladybug]: It’s a Match!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS @neverbetheexpectation!! I was your Secret Santa for @mlsecretsanta​. You mentioned wanting some Lovesquare fluff so I thought I’d take this old Tinder headcanon that I had and turn it into a little multi-chapter for you! Since I got a little carried away, I’m going to post one chapter of this everyday until it’s all done!

I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing it :)

[Chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: It’s a Match!

Summary: “Oh my God, I just matched with Adrien Agreste, oh my freaking God! Chat!! Chat, come come come! Look look!”

But Chat Noir wasn’t paying her any mind. Because the moment she started screaming about her new match, Chat Noir tried to quickly exit out of his matches page so that he wouldn’t see who popped up. But it was far too late, because right when he blinked, his phone buzzed with an excited message about his new match.

He was not expecting it to be Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chapter 1: Match

“Oh my God, what is with all the abs?”

“Ugh, you’re getting ab pics? No fair….”

“…I’m on the men filter.”

“So? Do you know what I would do to get a picture of a pretty girl flashing her abs at me?”

“Okay, fine, but on guys it just looks douchey.”

Chat Noir frowned and gestured for Ladybug’s phone. “Let me see.”

Ladybug clutched the phone to her chest. “No! You’re gonna start swiping right on creeps again! That wasn’t funny, by the way, one of them sent me a super inappropriate picture.”

“Don’t worry, I’m just gonna look.” He had the decency to wince. “And I apologized to you about that, I didn’t think he’d be gross. And anyway, you got back at me for that by sending me the photos.

Ladybug smirked and shrugged. “You didn’t believe me. I had to prove it to you.”

He rolled his eyes and plucked the phone out of her hands. He tapped on the profile, swiped through all of the shirtless photos and snorted. “If you’re gonna swipe right over a set of abs, they need to be way better than these. That’s barely a four pack.”

Ladybug cackled and collapsed against Chat’s shoulder. “So six pack or no deal?”

At least!” Chat Noir scoffed. “If you’re gonna demand that women treat you vainly, you need to be on your game.” He tapped his abdomen proudly. “ Some of us are never off it.”

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I wanted the audience to hate Lukas for a little while. When something scares you so deeply that you’re so vulnerable, the first reaction is to be physical and push back or be violent. It’s just an outward projection.

By around episode 6 [titled ‘The Yellow Couch’], Lukas breaks your heart, and it’s all forgiven. He really makes it up to Philip in a big way. He sacrifices something huge of his own for [him].

—  James Paxton
retail etiquette

alternatively titled, “how to be a decent human being to people who are suffering enough as it is to help your supposedly entitled ass”

1. get off your cell phone.  
      - cashiers ( not to mention the people patiently waiting in line ) don’t need to hear about how little Kelsey’s doing on the soccer team, or how your mother-in-law is coming into town for her birthday and you’re just SO INCONVENIENCED by having to purchase paper plates and cheap napkins before her arrival.  just tell them you’ll call them back when you’re done.
      - if you can’t be assed to think about other people, at least acknowledge the cashier with a smile or a wave.  if they speak to you or ask you a question, don’t shush them.  tell your BFF Tanisha to hold on for what might be a total of four seconds. 

2.  when an item doesn’t immediately scan, please say anything but “oh, it must be free!”  please, dear god, anything but that.  you’re not being funny.  or clever.  or original.  they hear this at least ten times a day.  

3.  the number of items listed on the express lane is not a suggestion.  if you know that you have more items, don’t go there.  it’s that simple.  the express lanes have to be kept open for people who have small orders, so they’re not stuck behind someone with a cart piled high with what’s maybe a week’s worth of food and clothes you’ll inevitably be returning. 

4.  while unloading your cart, put the big items ( i.e., packages of toilet paper, crates of water bottles ) last.  there’s very little room for the cashiers to work with.  when you’re done unloading your cart, pull it up to the loading space and start putting the bags and other items into your cart instead of standing there and staring off into space or fiddling with your phone. 

5.  when you ask a cashier a store-related question ( i.e., how many coupons are allowed per order, whether or not you’re getting the right BOGO deal, etc. ), and they answer you politely and confidently, don’t challenge them.  they work there.  you don’t.  they know the way the store works.  you don’t.  if they’ve forgotten something or made a mistake, by all means, ask them about it – but do it politely.  we all make mistakes.  

6.  do not – i repeat, do not – put your money down on the counter or conveyor belt, especially if the cashier is visibly ready to take it.  hand it over to them.  if you need to count out some change, tell them so they can wait.  oh, and if they’ve already cashed you out, don’t hand over some random amount of change after the drawer’s open.  

7.  if your card’s declined, it’s not their fault.  don’t ask them why it wasn’t accepted.  they don’t know.  and don’t get angry or impatient with them, or insist you have money because you just deposited a check – they do not care.  they cannot help you with problems that are clearly on your end.  

8.  do not yell at a cashier.  once again, for the people in the back:  do not yell at a cashier, especially someone who’s clearly new to the job.  would you appreciate being yelled at for something beyond your control, or a simple, fixable mistake?  no.  so don’t do it to them.  

9.  if you get an answer you don’t like from a cashier and ask to speak to a manager, guess what?  you’re most likely gonna get the same answer from them.  here’s a news flash: the customer is not always right, the company will not always pander to your temper tantrums, and making a scene in front of a line of people with quickly-diminishing patience will not change their minds. 

10.  overall, please just be polite.  these people are working their asses off to help their customers, most of which don’t appreciate their efforts at all.  they’re constantly ignored, mistreated, questioned and degraded, and over time, it really does a number on their emotional state.  just be kind and courteous.  they’re human beings, not mindless drones.  smiles and nice conversations go a long way.  

if anyone else has anything to add, feel free.  floor associates, back room / production workers – go crazy.  share your woes and pet peeves.  


The Difference Between Us is an upcoming My Little Pony fan game about Fluttershy on her first date with Pinkie Pie. Fluttershy never knew that Pinkie felt that way about her, and she struggles to figure out what she wants and how she feels about Pinkie as she finds her way through the date.

There are three main routes through the date, and each route has three endings, all with several different variations depending on your prior choices. There are no bad endings, just different ways of exploring a new relationship and the new feelings that come with it. All of the mane six as well as the cutie mark crusaders make appearances to offer advice, hang out, or even put on a show. And all along the way, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie will be telling stories, sharing secrets, healing old wounds, and, hopefully, growing closer.

Coming soon!


Prompt: Hey Cass… So I recently got mugged (the asshole took all I had including some stuff with sentimental value AND had the nerve to assault me) and I was wondering if you could write something about that. I’m sorry if the requests are closed, I really don’t wanna bother, but I just feel like shit and completely powerless. Thank you for reading this anyway and I hope you know how much your writing makes me happy 

Nonnie, I am so incredibly sorry this happened to you.  I hope this makes you feel a little better ♥  I’m also sorry about the lame title - I couldn’t come up with anything better and I wanted to get this posted for you today (((hugs)))

Reader x Bucky

Word Count: 5349

Warnings: Language, depiction of a mugging, assault/injuries, as much fluff as I could possibly cram in

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yoongi; let’s talk about it over dinner

❝yoongi had been excited to finally join you for dinner but let’s just say, apart from the great smell of home, it’s a bit overwhelming (literally)
►1373 words // scenario
♡ bc i’m seeing all these pics of yoongi with @kookingramyun and this boi is getting slimmer and slimmer so i just wanted to write this out o.k
p.s. in no way am i saying this is how things are but, i wanted to write a little something that’s fluffy and not to be taken seriously

Yoongi had been more than just excited when he’s granted a leave with the rest of the boys because you’ve been working your asses off, go home. So said boy jumps on his phone and texts you in a rushed sentence, filled with typos that autocorrect helps him and a smile stretched across his face to the point his cheekbones would kill him because it’s starting to hurt but no. Yoongi was feeling some type of way, too high up in the clouds to float down that he remains having this curve on his face, some special force keeping his lips tugged upwards.

Oh, but then Yoongi comes home to… a banquet than what he had hoped for the moment he read the text ‘come home for dinner’ as a reply to his ‘BUY A DAMNED LOTTERY TICKET, Y/N. I’M FREE FOR THE NIGHT’. Of course, he had pictured something a little fancy since it’s been a while he had your cooking (passing up Seokjin’s and bidding yours to be the best after his mother’s, shh, never tell Seokjin that) but this… this is some next level shit.

“…are we feeding everyone in the building?”

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Summary: Things take an unexpected turn when you and Wanda decide to unplug from your electronics and embrace the great outdoors [Inspired by an episode of Broad City titled ‘The Matrix’].

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I just wanted to write a little story about my favorite Captain. Enjoy :)

Originally posted by aphroditce

“Okay…I don’t think this a good idea,” you wheezed, skidding along the pavement on your roller skates as Wanda rolled her eyes at you, skating on the sidewalk with ease. “Maybe we should go back and call an Uber,” you suggested tiredly, your face lighting up at the thought.

Wanda halted and turned around, gliding towards you as she exasperated a sigh. “Are you serious, Y/N? We just left the apartment building,” she remarked, gesturing at the building that was only a few feet behind you. “You said so yourself that we need to take a break from our electronics and embrace the environment around us,” she reminded as you gazed around, the smell of trash and pollution filling your nose while the sounds of the city pervaded your ears. “You said that we needed to embrace nature and that’s what we’re doing now!”

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I think uncle Monty is the perfect example of a Slytherin who is also a decent and caring human being. Here's why (this is more specific to the show because I haven't read the book in a while):

-Ambitious: He is a world renowned herpetologist/recognised scientist. He worked hard for that, and he wanted that title.

-Cunning: That ingenious door that looks like you have to do a million things to open, but really you just need to turn the doorknob. He named the incredibly deadly viper because he wanted to play a trick on the other scientists who were rude to him.

-Protective: Though he may have been a little too self involved to understand that Olaf was after the children and not his studies, he did recognise that he was a threat, and tried to protect the Baudelaires (and his reptiles) from him.

He did of course have some negative traits as well, but everyone does. Overall though I think he should be recognised as a positive Slytherin character.

Dreams - Dean Wincester x Reader

Title: Dreams 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,634

Warnings: None

Prompt: I have a request,so maybe dean and the reader fell in love in high school or some point and then dean had to leave, but they made love the night before he left. He comes back to the town however many years later you want it and he sees the reader with a little boy and he’s distraught because he wanted that with her when the little boy turns dean just knows it’s his little boy because nobody could mistake those candy apple green eyes, im sorry for being so specific, and please choose the ending.

Dean had never forgotten about this town. From the moment he drove into town with the Impala, from the moment his eyes casted on the welcome sign, he felt his heart leap up to his throat. Even if his mind forgot about the name and about all of it he knew that his heart wouldn’t let him. He knew that his feelings were always going to be there and come heaven or hell there would be something to remind him of this town, even if all of his memories were wiped out.

But now they weren’t. He had all of his memories and he wished he would never let go of them. They were the only ones that kept him going in his darkest moments.

What do you mean you have to go?” the hurt in your voice and the way you pulled your hands from his shattered his heart in ways he never thought it was possible.

I-” he ran a hand through his hair “My dad said that today is- was our last day here. He got done with the case and we-we leave. First thing in the morning.” he swallowed thickly, holding back his own tears. He feared that this moment was coming, he knew it would inevitably, but he liked to pretend he had forever with you- or at least the rest of his life. That maybe by some miracle, that he didn’t believe in but you did, he would end up staying and his father would have no objection at it.

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Chamomile Tea

inspired by this artwork and HC by @kingsdarga. I just really liked the idea and hope it’s ok I wrote a quick little fic based on it. 
(tbh the fic file on my computer is named “death buddies” but that wasn’t a very nice title… )


“What do you want?” Gabriel’s voice is rough and ragged, as if his vocal cords are being stretched and torn for every word he speaks.

“I got you some tea,” Genji replies with a smile, placing the teapot and cups gently down on the table.

Gabriel studies them with critical eyes, slightly twitching as his eyes momentarily loses focus.
“Why? I can’t taste shit,” he grumbles angrily.

“Well,” Genji shrugs and pulls out a chair for himself. “You still feel a little, right?”

“Mostly pain” Gabriel mutters.

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Here is a sneak peek of the Final Fantasy XV Fan Project poster for the FFXV team! Want to see more? Well the full poster will be revealed when the Square Enix team gets their hands on it themselves! So lookout for another update near the end of next week. Also, the poster is now larger: 24″ x 36″.

For those of you who missed the deadline for the poster, but would like to share something with the FFXV team, I will accept entries for the online page until 11:59pm CST Thursday, February 16th. (Short time period I know, but once the team gets it, I’m closing online entries.) There is a QR code at the bottom of the poster that will send the team to all the entries from the poster, plus any extras y’all send in to me @verryfinny or ffxvfanproject@gmail.com! 

Also, if you already participated in the poster through art/photo and would like to leave your message/feedback for the online page to go along with your poster entry, please feel free to do so now!

Reblog and spread the word, chocobros.

Inclusive Medieval Reenactment and Fantasy: A Space for POC

So some of you might know that I’ve been wanting to create a space for poc to explore our interest in medieval reenactment and fantasy culture. It’s a bit hard because I’m not a natural leader or starter of things, but that’s what I’m trying to do. I decided that the first, easiest step is to start a blog. Now this brings up challenges of its own. 

The biggest being the name! I’m awful with names! I can never think of anything catchy or clever, or that isn’t so long as to be unwieldy. Just look at the title of this little text post!

I have a general idea of the content. I confess it will likely conform a lot to my own tastes, most blogs do. For a while I struggled with wither or not I should make it a specifically black space. I’ve noticed that black people tend to get snowed under in a POC mix, but in the end, considering the times and the state of the modern world, I’ll trust to our better angels and make the blog all inclusive culturally speaking. 

Which also raises a question of cultural representation as it pertains to the “medieval”. Obviously Europe was not the only culture around at the time, it would be amazing to see reenactment and fantasy based around Indian culture in the 1300′s, or the African empires! But perhaps those are ambitions for a future date. 

I think the best place to start is a simple blog that features POC in medival and fantasy settings, and promotes Poc creatives of same. Now If I only had a name!

anonymous asked:

This is Angsty Kitten anon, I just wanted to say that you're my soulmate and my kink daddy so please metaphorically marry me. And also how do you feel about an AU where Otabek has like 5 little sisters who are his biggest fans and argue with Yuri but secretly call Yuri hella pretty??

Hello cutiepie! omfg kink daddy is such a good title, thank you, i accept this proposal

……..that is so cute??? oh my gosh

  • Beka being able to easily handle Yura’s temper tantrums because he grew up with five little sisters, and they do not always get along.
  • Can you even imagine how good Beka’s hair braiding skills would be?? If he had more arms he could fishtail braid all of his sister’s hair at once.
  • Otabek LOVES his baby sisters more than anything in the world (until Yuri comes along but). He’s such a loving older brother who always helps them out with their homework, and Skype calls them when he’s away training or at competitions.
  • Yuri is a jealous baby who wants more of Otabek’s attention, but it’s hard for the poor guy to divide his time up between six people.
  • Staying in Almaty with the Altin family is always an ordeal, because Otabek is constantly surrounded by the siblings who have missed him so much as well as Yuri who wants to hog his best friend all for himself.
  • When Otabek goes to stay with Yuri in Russia, Yuri thinks he’s going to finally get some alone time - nope. Beka’s phone is blowing up most of the time with texts and calls from each sister individually. They do this partially because they miss their bro, but they also think it’s hilarious when Yuri snatches the phone and curses at them in Russian.
  • Yuri does stoop to their level of immaturity sometimes (a lot), taking their bait and arguing with them over who loves/supports Beka more. Poor Otabek usually has to take a painkiller, a huge headache arising from Yuri’s yelling and his sister’s laughing.
  • Though they torture Yuri (so he says), they actually really like him. They see the way Otabek smiles to his phone when he gets a message from the blonde, and they love to hear Otabek’s warm laughter whenever Yuri says or does something funny.
  • Plus they all think Yuri is really pretty. They’ve all wanted to play with his long blonde hair at least once.
About my latest post

This is the first time, aside from my personal post, I posted something unrelated to Japanese VA or seiyuu. Honestly, I feel very anxious right now. The title of my blog is ‘Seiyuu’ and I just posted something I can’t tag as #seiyuu

It annoys me so much, but since quite long ago, I really, really want to start posting about the people behind anime production, and not only about the seiyuu. I want to write about the author, producer, singer…. I missed a lot of things by thinking that I SHOULD wait until 1000 posts and maybe change my direction.

I can’t change my blog title, and I honestly don’t want to. So I just want to tell all the people who follow me because of my seiyuu facts,

“Seiyuu is number one priority in this blog. It will never change. However, I really want to try putting extra information about the people behind anime production without ruining this blog’s seiyuu facts. Thank you for your understanding.”


Ri - Seiyuu’s Little Forest