i love you modest

sterek  asked:

emma, I have a poem for you *clears throat* emma, bobemma / what a fine girl you are / idg why you don't like space / since i'm practically a star!

I have a poem for you too *clears throat*

Andi pandi

you’re always so randy

I’m not mad about space

but I do love your face,

so much so

you make my heart go whoa.

I’m an ocean girl at heart

but man, you’re smart

and when you talk about the stars

you take me to Mars,

and when I come back home

this history nerd feels like she’s been to Rome

All because she’s been with you.


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Jack Meets The Parents

“What if he hates me?”

Joe’s eyes leave the road in front of him for a second to look over at Jack, confusion etched across his face.

“Why the hell do you think he’s going to hate you?!”

“I don’t know, he just will!” Jack replies, nervously brushing his fingers through his hair.

“I’ve told you multiple times—“

“I know, that he won’t hate me. But what if he does?”


“I mean really, isn’t that how it goes? The dad always hates the boyfriend! They threaten to kill them or some shit.”

Joe feels his lips twitch slightly, laughter resting at the tip of his tongue, “Are you really comparing you meeting my dad to some cheesy chick flick?”

“Shut up.”

“Come on, babe,” Glancing over at the man sat next to him, Joe reaches out to place his hand over Jack’s, “My dad isn’t going to hate you. And I’m not some teenage girl bringing her boyfriend home for the first time.”

“The only difference between us and the movies is that you aren’t a teenage girl.” Jack flips his hand over under Joe’s, their fingers lacing together as he chews on his bottom lip.

“And that my dad won’t hate you.”

“You don’t know that!”

“We aren’t even seeing him for a few hours,” Joe laughs, “We’re going to have lunch with my mum!”

“But mum’s always love the boyfriends.” Jack points out, letting his head fall back against the headrest as he turns to study Joe’s profile, “So I’ll be fine.”



“Well I was thinking you should be more worried about my mum than my dad, but you just worry about whoever you want to.”

“Wait, what?!” Jack’s eyes widen, “You never said that!”

“Because I didn’t want you to be scared!”

“Well good going!”

“We’re here!” Joe announces happily, pulling into a parking stall, letting out a small laugh at the petrified look on Jack’s face. “Let’s go, babe.”

“Just kill me now…” The younger man mumbles as they climb out of the car.

“Oh, this was so lovely, boys!” Tracey grins at her son and his boyfriend, “I’m so glad you finally convinced Joe to let me meet you, Jack.”

“Convince me?!” Joe splutters, “He was the one avoiding it!”

“Nonsense,” Jack scoffs, “You’ve been keeping your mum from me. And I have no idea why, she’s a wonderful woman.”

“But…you were…”

“That’s nice, dear,” Tracey pats her son’s shoulder, facing Jack, “And now you two are off to meet Graham?”

“Yeah,” Jack’s charm falters for a second as his nerves return, “We’re staying there tonight.”

“Jack’s convinced dad’s going to kill him or threaten him, because you know,” Joe rolls his eyes, “I’m a teenage girl from a chick flick.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Tracey assures Jack, “You’ll be fine. You won me over, and I’m the difficult parent.” Winking at the boys, she turns to head for her car, “Don’t wait so long to call me next time, Joseph!”

“Yes, mum,” He replies, “Thanks for lunch!”

“You’re welcome! Love you!”

“Love you too!” Joe calls back before facing Jack, who has a smile on his lips, “What?”

“You’re cute with your parents.”

“Shut up,” The older man blushes, shoving at Jack’s arm.

“Awww, now you’re blushing! You’re so cute, babe!”

“Jack!” Joe complains as he’s pulled against his boyfriends body, arms wrapped around him, “Let me go!”

“Hmm, no.”

“You can’t get out of meeting my dad.”

“Dammit,” Jack mumbles, his arms falling from around Joe, “It was worth a try.”

“So. You’re Jack.” Graham greets the boys at the front door, his arms crossed against his chest, a stern look on his face.

“Uhm, yes?” Jack answers, fear flooding his body, “I mean, yes. That’s me. Sir.”

“Hm.” The older Sugg remains serious as he stares over at Jack, who realizes he’s forgotten how to breathe. It isn’t until he hears laughter coming from behind him that he remembers how to get oxygen into his lungs, and he turns around to see Joe bent over laughing.

“Oh my gods,” Joe gets out between giggles as he stands up, wiping a tear away from the corner of his eye, “You fell for it.”

“What?!” Jack looks back at Graham quickly, to see a smile growing on his face, chuckling lightly.

“Joe may have sent me a message saying how nervous you were,” Graham shrugs, “Figured it was worth teasing you.”

“I hate you Suggs,” Jack mutters to himself.

“That was too good,” Joe shakes his head, slipping his hand into Jack’s to tug him into the house, “Come on, babe. Dad’s got drinks inside.”

Hours later, the two climbed the stairs to Joe’s old bedroom, tired from the long day.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Joe asks softly as he closes the door behind him.

Maybe you were right earlier,” Jack admits, letting himself fall onto the bed, “It wasn’t that bad.”

“They both love you,” Joe scoffs, “Unsurprising though.”

“I know, I am pretty charming.”

“Modest too.”

“Among other things,” Jack grins, tugging Joe down on top of him. “I can list them if you want.”

“Considering it’ll only take a second?” The older man teases, “Sure.”


“I already know how amazing you are, you idiot,” Joe laughs, placing a swift kiss on Jack’s lips, “You don’t need to list anything.”

“I’m amazing, am I?”

“You have to be if my parents liked you.”

“They just know their son has good taste in people.”

“Yes, that must be it.”

“Hmm, glad you agree.” Jack lifts his head enough to kiss Joe again.

In the words of those who know him …

“ …  Sam Heughan is not just a great actor - he is kind.” - Jodi Picoult

“I think it’s just very hard not to have an affinity with Sam. He’s just such a lovely guy, you know what I mean?” - Duncan Lacroix

“Sam is very modest, but he is Jamie. He is. He is a thoroughly decent, kind and lovely man and I very sincerely mean that. He is exactly what you see, he is a good guy.” - Graham McTavish

“I know a lot of actors and actresses, and I gotta tell you, they simply don’t make many like @samheughan… .  It almost never happens that the one who makes it big is a legitimately good person… . there is seriously not a better guy out there” - Adam Sigal

“The stories are true, @samheughan is the most decent, generous and talented guy you’ll meet and a truly gifted actor. I see your tweet and raise you this unabashed Instagram tribute.”   ~ David Berrry

“When I first met Sam at our chemistry test… he was just the nicest guy. He just put me at ease, and I was a little nervous. He’s just that kind of solid, grounded guy.” - Caitriona Balfe

The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

TITLE:  The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

PAIRING:  Jensen x Reader


WARNING:  J2M goofiness (if that’s a warning)

SUMMARY:  Follow the story of Supernatural star, Jensen Ackles and his pop star wife, [Your Name] Ackles as they deal with the pressures of fame and being newly married. As told through their point of viewsYou think you know, but you have no idea…this is The Diary of Mr. and Mrs. Ackles.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  This is strictly for fictional purposes only.  Any real life people mentioned that are portrayed in a negative light is not how I feel.  Just pretend they’ve been naughty.



Let’s go back in time When seeing your ID on mine

Made me crazy

Ooh baby I’m saying


Let’s go back there

Let’s take it there


I’m talking bout Back in time

When you wanted to know my every move

Tired to keep it smooth

Keepin’ up with me You drove me crazy oh baby


Let’s go back there

Let’s take it there

Stepping out onto the stage, with just a mic, my dancers, and my band, I belted the very first single off of my sophomore album, Love Uncontrollably, into an empty stadium. My crew and I were doing the final sound check before my show tonight.

This was my very first headlining tour and the first stop was New York City; the Big Apple. Tonight, I would be performing to a sold-out crowd at Madison Square Garden. I couldn’t believe it.  Me, the little girl from a small town just outside of New Orleans in Louisiana, would be performing her very first headlining show in Madison Square Garden. I was completely amazed and truly humbled by it all.

“Alright, that was perfect.” I turned to see my choreographer and stage manager, clapping. “Y/N, you are going to rock the fucking house tonight.”

I smiled walking down and off the stage to him. “You think so?” I asked when my personal assistant handed me a bottle of water. “Thanks.” I told her, as soon as I grabbed it from her grasp.

“Of course.” Marty, my choreographer, said placing his arm around my shoulder. “Aren’t you excited?”

I sighed taking a sip of my water, feeling like I wanted to throw up. My nerves were starting to get the best of me. “Excited would be an understatement.” I giggled lightly.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “But if I were you right now, I would be jumping out of my fucking skin.” He laughed.

I laughed with him. “Well that’s what I feel like doing.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

He then took his arm from around me, and clapped his hand again. “Alright people. Time to get ready.” He told the dancers, who were quietly conversing to each other.

(GIF:  @babypieandwhiskey)

Walking backstage, I opened the door to my dressing room when when I felt the vibrations of my cell phone buzz in my back pocket. I pulled it out and smile wide at the picture and the name flashing across my screen requesting a FaceTime.

Hopping into my makeup chair, I give my hair a couple of fluffs, before pressing the accept button.

“Hey, handsome.” I spoke, prepared to see my husband’s beautiful green eyes looking back at me.

“Hey, beautiful.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed when I didn’t see my husband in front of me, but our gigantor of a best friend, Jared. He was in a black hoodie with LOVE written across the front.  He was sans his beloved beanie

“Jared.” I stated in a monotone.

“Y/N.” He mocked, and I giggled.

“Where’s my husband?”

“Who?” He furrowed his brows in pretend confusion. “I’m not sure who you’re talking about. Who’s this husband person?”

“Haha.” I heard the sound of my husband’s voice, as Jared was pushed off to the side. “Sorry about Sasquatch. He took my phone while I wasn’t looking.” I smiled when I saw his gorgeous face appear on my screen. God, I missed him like crazy.

“Don’t be mad that your wife would rather see me than you?”

And Jensen just stared at Jared. “Dude, you’re just like dripping sweat over here. Go wipe your face off.”

“It’s not me.” I watched Jared throw his hands in the air, defensively. I let out another small giggle. “It’s the damn hoodie.”

“But it’s still you.” My husband pointed an accusing finger toward his best friend. “Go get a towel or something.”

“You’re rude. And short.” Jared teased before turning back to the camera. “I’ll be back.”

Jensen shook his head. “No you won’t.” As I watched Jared walk out of the camera, my husband finally turned to look at me. “Hey, sweetheart. How are you?”

“Better now that I’m looking at you. I miss your face.”

He chuckled. “I miss you more.”

“And I miss you more than that.” Another face appeared next to my husband, and I watched him playfully roll his eyes when Misha stood next to him. “Hey, Y/N.” Misha waved to me.

“Hey Misha.” I waved back.

“How are you?” He practically shoved his face in front of the camera, blocking my view of my husband.

“I’m good.” I giggled.

Misha pulled back and turned to see Jensen staring him, annoyed. “What?”

“Can I have five minutes alone with my wife?”

I watched as Misha tilted his head looking confused, and then immediately shook it. “No. You have to share. Sharing is caring, Jensen. Right Y/N?” He turned to wink at me, and I just giggled. God, I missed my boys.

“Goodbye.” Jensen shooed Misha off, and turned back to me. “Anyway, sorry about that. What is my beautiful wife up to right now?”

“Well, my gorgeous husband, I just finished final sound check and I’m about to start hair and makeup.” I said, and right on time my hair and makeup team walked through the door. “What are you doing?”

“Well we just got finished shooting a few scenes and then Jared, Misha and I are about to go Facebook Live about the new campaign.” He pointed to himself, and I realized he was wearing the same hoodie that Jared was wearing earlier. And come to think of it, so was Misha.

“That’s awesome. Hopefully I have time to watch it. It’ll give me a chance to see more of your handsome face. I really miss you.”

He dropped his head and smiled. That was the one thing I loved about my husband. He was always so modest. “I miss you too, babe. It just sucks. I wish I could be there for you tonight.”

“Babe, it’s ok. I know you’re here with me. But you’ve got a job to do. I’m just happy to have a few minutes to talk to you, before shit gets crazy.”

“Well that’s one of the reasons I wanted to call, make sure I reach you before you go on stage to wish you good luck, to tell you how much I love you and how you’re going to kick so much ass tonight.”

The tears welled in my eyes. “Thank you. I love you too, baby.”


“Love you too.” Both Jared and Misha appeared back on the screen. Both Jensen and I couldn’t help but laugh at our friends. With them around it’s a wonder how we even had time to get married.

“Love you guys.” I blew a kiss to all of them and in return I received three attempts at hand hearts.

Again, I missed my boys.

“Good luck, sweetheart.” Jensen winked. “I’ll call you later.”

“You better.” I pointed, and he just laughs. “Bye Jare and Meesh.” I waved to both of them.

They both waved back, Jared telling me “good luck” and Misha telling me “break a leg”.

“Love you, baby.” Jensen said one last time, before turning to Jared. “How do I turn this friggin thing off?” And then my screen went blank.

I laughed at my husband’s inability to understand technology, before tossing my phone onto the vanity where all of my makeup was neatly displayed. All the nerves and tension that had been building in my stomach melted away from that one phone call. That was all I needed. To hear his voice, even only for 10 minutes.

Now all I needed to do was put on the best fucking show of my life and my day would be complete.


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So, I haven’t had the opportunity to post this before now since Tumblr has been messing with me. uwu

ANYWAYS! I drew this to congratulate Jack on 13.000.000 subscribers!
(A bit late, I know)
So congratulations on 14.000.000+ subscribers!

I drew you a gift to congratulate you but also a thank you, you’re seriously the most incredible person and I’m so glad that I started watching you. You’re such a modest and lovely person, you deserve every single one of those subscribers and I know there are plenty of more to come!

Keep doing what you’re doing, -high five.-

(Link to the speedpaint I made: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Co7ea7tqL4U )

you’re so shy, 
so modest. 
almost like you don’t know
just how beautiful you really are. 
why do you think you have
so many friends?
because you care
about even the smallest,
least popular kids.
but you don’t notice me
in the way that i do to you.
that’s the one thing
we don’t have in common:
i love you,
but you don’t love me. 
—  j.e.b. ((about a shy popular boy.))
#2 He Uses Your Boobs as a Pillow

Requested: bellesbooty - “Can you do a Luke imagine about him using your boobs as a pillow?”

Word Counts: Luke; 227 || Ashton; 233 || Michael; 206 || Calum; 224

A/N: I know the request was just for Luke, but I didn’t know if I could write a full Luke imagine, so I just wrote a preference for all of them. Feedback is always appreciated!


Luke Hemmings

“I finally got her down.” Luke remarks, throwing his body on top of yours on your bed.

“She put up quite the fight tonight, didn’t she?” You chuckle softly.

“I didn’t think she’d ever fall asleep. For a three month old she sure does have a lot of energy.” He groans, maneuvering his body, so his head is resting atop your chest.

“My poor baby.” You coo, running your fingers through his hair.

“I’m so tired.” He groans, his breath tickling your bare skin.

You let out a slight giggle at his warm breath, his head lifting up slightly, narrowing his eyes.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your breath is tickling my boobs.” You explain.

“Oh really?” A devious smirk forms on his lips. “So, if I do this, it’ll tickle you?” He lets out a few, long breaths against your skin, causing you to go into a fit of giggles.

“Lu! Why don’t you just lay down on your pillow?” You suggest, your face flushed from laughter.

“I’m much comfier here, babe.” He murmurs, nuzzling his head against your chest again.

“You’re lucky I love you so much.” You groan, adjusting his head to find a comfier position.

“Love you too, babe. Night.” He mumbles through a yawn.

“Goodnight, baby.” You hum, running your fingers through his hair again as the two of you drift off to sleep.

Ashton Irwin

You’re laying on the couch, reading a book when your boyfriend comes through the front door, a dripping, panting mess.

“Have a nice run, babe?” You ask.

“It was great, but it started to pour on my way back home, and I’m freezing now.” Ashton complains, his teeth chattering slightly.

“Go shower, and we can cuddle.” You suggest.

Ashton scurries off returning moments later shirtless with just a pair of sweatpants on.

“If you’re freezing why would you come out shirtless?” You tease.

“Because then I can do this.” Ashton explains, laying on top of your body, resting his head against your boobs.

“You’re heavy, Ashton!” You groan.

“But, I want to cuddle, and your boobs make great pillows.” He chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist tighter.

“I’m glad that you enjoy my boobs for a pillow, babe, but we have like five hundred pillows in this house, can’t you just use one of those?”

“It’s not the same! Yours are nice and warm and squishy. Plus, then I can kiss them as much as I want.”

“Fine, but please don’t drool on me like you do on your pillow.”

“Just be quiet, babe. I’m trying to sleep.” He whispers playfully.

“You’re such a child.” You giggle as he nuzzles his head closer to your chest.

“Shhh.” He mumbles, his fingers pressing against your lips, soft snores beginning to escape his lips.

Michael Clifford

“Baby!” Michael slurs as he enters your shared bedroom.

“You’re home early.” You comment. “I thought the boys would keep you out until at least 3.”

“T-they said I was too drunk.” He hiccups, a loud chuckle escaping his lips. He fumbles with his pants, slipping them off, clumsily climbing atop your body.

“Michael! You’re crushing me!”

“Shhhhhh” He whispers.

“Michael” You groan,

“Baby-“ Another hiccup escapes his lips, his head falling forward into your cleavage, his body shaking with laughter.

“Y-you’re so pretty. Your boobs are so soft, and so smooth. I love them so much. I just want to lay here forever on your boobs.” He mumbles.

A giggle slips past your lips at his behavior. “Michael, how drunk are you?”

“Not that m-much.” He slurs.

“Michael, I can smell the alcohol dripping from your breath.”

“And I can smell the perfume on your boobs.” He giggles before nuzzling his face against your chest.

You open your mouth to scold him for getting so drunk, but are cut short when you hear his breathing even out, and a loud snore escape his throat.

“Goodnight my drunken fool.” You giggle, kissing the top of his head before pulling the duvet over the both of you.

Calum Hood

“How was your game?” You ask as Calum steps out of the bathroom joining you on your shared bed.

“It was great. We won 20-0, if you want to even call that a game.” He chuckles.

“Good job, babe! You look exhausted, wanna cuddle?”

“My favorite way to end the day.” He hums, curling into your side, resting his head on your chest.

“You’re crushing my boob, Cal.” You pout.

“But they’re so comfy.” He pushes his bottom lip out, giving you his big, brown, puppy dog eyes.

“Fine. Just lay on both of them instead of one or you’re going to flatten my left boob.” You tease.

“Works for me.” Calum chuckles, laying his whole body on top of yours, nuzzling his head in your cleavage.

You play with the hair at the nape of his neck, listening to his content hums.

“Your boobs are so great. I love your boobs.”

“They are pretty great, aren’t they?” You giggle.

“So modest.” Calum teases.

“Take a nap, baby. You need some rest after that win today.” You continue to play with his hair, twisting his curls between your fingers.

“Maybe I can have another win after?” He smirks, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows.

“Sounds like a plan. Now get some rest.” You smile, kissing his lips quickly before he nuzzles his head against your chest.

anonymous asked:

WAIT WAIT WAIT IS THE DRABBLE GAME OPEN?! Ok, Wonwoo+tutor (like your classmate)? Don't do it if you don't want to! I love your aus

  • tutors you in mathematics because he likes being modest and saying he isn’t that good at it when all he does is get straight A’s like cmon wonwoo we know you’re good at this
  • probably has like the neatest handwriting and really detailed notes??
  • you’re like grabbing your head because you’re like fRick math is HARd and wonwoo’s like chuckling like no no it’s actually fun if you look at it like this-
  • and he leans over, very close, and points to the equation and as he talks it’s so hard to concentrate because he’s so beautiful up close like this like his skin is smooth and his eyes are sparkling and you’re like ,,,,,,holy shit,,,,,,,,,,,,right the math the math
  • and wonwoo always has like the nicest, simplest stationary and he even buys an extra textbook with problems to help you study
  • and he puts in so much effort to explain each step with caution and carefulness and his tone is soft and even if you get something wrong, he just smiles and promises that you two can work together to fix it
  • sometimes when you don’t notice wonwoo starts doodling your features on his notebook but when you look up he hides it with his arm
  • (mingyu sees the sketches later and teases the HECK out of him) 

excerpts from ASTRO’s messages to global aroha
via KWAVE U (x)


“Whenever and wherever, we, astro, will do our best to be with you. I love you.”


First, I’m writing about how we can be cheerful by showing your love for us. I love you. 

We will be modest and exertive all the time, so I believe that you know you have to come with us forever.”

Be next to us AROHA.


I don’t know what to write. 

“Dear our global AROHA fans. Hi. This is Moonbin in charge of dance and vocals in ASTRO. Thank you for showing your love for us from close and far away.”

This is what I wrote so far, but I have to write it more. 

Dear our shiny and lovely AROHA. Be forever. Um-moo-ah” (’muah’ noise spelled out)


I’m writing a letter for our fans all over the world, but it’s my first time doing it so I don’ know what to write about. I’m writing down with my heart. Let me read mine.

“Thank you for loving me and adoring me, I know it is hard to cheer for us overseas but you are the best.”


I’m going to decorate it. I want to put my heart on it. My favorite line…

“I will be a person who does my best honestly, constantly, and give off a sweet smell.”


It’s great isn’t it? It looks good right?

(AROHA acrostic poem)
“A: Astro’s beloved fans, RO: Rohas~  , HA: hahaha”

puppyluisa  asked:

You should totally (IF YOU WANT TO) write a drabble about Reyna going to confront Aphrodite all like, "I've figured it out, I don't need your goddamned romantic love" and Aphrodite being all, "I knew you'd figure it out eventually" and basically a better Aphrodite than Riordan ever wrote her that is all about being aromantic even if she's the goddess of love?? (xoxo i love u)

(inspired by / follow-up to my headcanon post which is still getting notes and I cannot tell you how pleased I am) (this was written really quickly, I hope you like it!) (also it got really long. honestly how does one drabble?) (p.s. I love you too <3) 

Camp Jupiter’s shrine to Venus is very modest, and if Reyna didn’t have to pass it on her way to her favorite spot in the gardens, she would probably never look at it at all. Today, however, she enters it through an arch of purple bougainvillea and walks straight up to the pomegranate-scented candles on the altar. She fixes her eyes determinedly on the rosewood dove figurine sitting in a pool of flickering candlelight. 

“You were wrong about me.” Her voice is strong, defiant almost, bouncing off the marble walls of the tiny temple. “I did find love. I really did. Just not the way anyone said I would. You were wrong.”

Reyna doesn’t expect a reply—Venus isn’t exactly known for her frequent visits or even general responsiveness. She’s already turning to go, glad to have delivered her message even if nobody heard it, when the dove carving suddenly begins to emit a soft golden glow. It brightens and brightens until Reyna’s hands fly up to shield her eyes; when she dares to look again, the figurine is gone.

In its place, sitting comfortably on the edge of the altar, is a girl. She looks about seventeen, with skin a shade darker than Reyna’s, mahogany hair tumbling past bared shoulders, and eyes to match the bougainvillea. She’s clad in a SPQR T-shirt that comes down to mid-thigh, paired with a golden sash to accentuate her waist. As her eyes meet Reyna’s, her ruby lips curve into a stunning smile.

“How are you, Praetor? It’s been a while since our last talk. Charleston, wasn’t it? How many mortal years ago?”

“Three,” Reyna says. She doesn’t like to remember, but oh boy, there’s no way she could forget. Her body has turned to stone, stiffly upright as if she’s halfway to a military salute. Even in this unusually youthful form, Venus radiates a kind of grace and confidence Reyna can’t understand—she’s perfectly at ease with her own sensuality, with her natural charm and allure. Even the flowers covering the shrine turn their petal heads towards the goddess.

“Three years,” Venus muses, tapping a delicate finger against her chin. “And now you’re telling me I was wrong about something I said that day. What was it again?”

She doesn’t wait for Reyna to supply the answer. Instead, she closes those brilliant purple eyes and recites in a sing-song voice, “You will not find love where you wish or where you hope. No demigod will heal your heart.”

“So you were wrong,” Reyna says again, dredging up courage. She has to remind herself twice that she is a war hero, and a Praetor of the Legion, and it’s silly to be scared of the goddess of love, of all things! 

She is, though. She still is. No matter how confident she feels about her own sexuality, her romantic orientation, her identity, she would rather face another Titan than have a heart-to-heart with Venus. It has taken her years to convince herself she’s fine—she isn’t broken, she isn’t half a person, it’s the world that’s wrong about this and not her. She can handle criticism and ignorance. She’s found balance. 

The only one who can still disrupt that balance is the goddess of love. One word from Venus, and Reyna’s self-acceptance would shatter. 

“I don’t want to rain on your parade,” the goddess says, smiling as before, “but I don’t think I really was wrong.”

Reyna’s throat constricts. Suddenly it’s impossible to breathe. 

“After all, I did say it three years ago, when you were still holding onto the ludicrous idea that romantic love is a necessary, even mandatory part of human life.” Venus cocks her head and adds, as if in an afterthought, “Not to mention the only type of love I know anything about.”

The pressure on Reyna’s chest lessens, but doesn’t disappear entirely. She stares at the goddess, unable to speak, feeling like a spring coiled so tight the lightest touch might set it off. 

“I could always see into your heart, Reyna,” Venus says, softly now. “It is my nature to know love, all manifestations of it. You were raised, as are most people, to believe that to find romantic love is to live a fulfilled life—and you were wishing for it, hoping for it, and at times convincing yourself you already found it.”

Reyna’s mind flashes to Jason, to Percy, even briefly to Annabeth, and her cheeks flush with intense embarrassment. She’s ashamed of herself, of how she projected expectations onto her closest friends. She’s ashamed because she really should’ve known better.

“You could not have known,” Venus says, as if she’s just heard Reyna’s thoughts. “You were never told differently. Ah, some things are lost in translation, I’m afraid.” She laughs. “I’ve never been all about the romance, but that’s been mostly overlooked by history. Nothing more interesting than the woman who loves and lusts, after all.”

Her words are almost bitter, but Reyna barely hears her. The tension drains from her muscles, her lungs expand freely, and she sucks in the deepest, most refreshing breath of air she’s ever had. She isn’t broken.

“I don’t need romantic love.”

“And you never needed me to tell you that.” Venus smiles. “But I thought you’d like to hear it from me all the same.”

She slips off the altar and spreads her arms. In this form, the top of her head barely reaches Reyna’s shoulders, but her embrace is tight and warm and so very, very comforting. 

After that, whenever Reyna climbs up Temple Hill to lounge about in the gardens, she always remembers to leave some small offering at the rosewood dove. 

[150927] Fancafe Update - Yano

Title: Happy YANO Day :) ♥

Yano’s 20 Questions & 20 Answers

Name: Seo Sangwon (YANO)   DOB: 1995.09.27   Blood Type: A

1. How would you describe yourself in one word?

2. What is your favourite number & why?
7. Because I’m a Lucky guy hehe

3. The good & bad points of your personality?
Strengths - Cautious. Meticulous. Bright
Weaknesses - Too bright…. sometimes I lose my mind

4. What are the top 3 memorable things for you in the past year?
1) Debut showcase   2) First fansign   3) First birthday after debut

5. If you could go back to being a student, what would you want to do the most?
1) Attend the night school and escape   2) Go to the valley and the beach with friends   3) Go to Lotte World in a school uniform   4) Go on a school trip

6. What is your favourite colour & why?
Hmm I usually like neutral colours. Black. White. Or pastel tones like pink, blue. Because they look nice hehehe

7. Write down the sizes of your shirt/pants/foot/finger/toe/head that you know!
Shirt: Depends on the circumstances, but I’m usually an L hehe
Pants: 29

8. What are you most interested in lately?
Our comeback. Working on music. Topp Dogg, piano, Heroes of The Storm

9. The variety program you really want to guest on?
2 Days & 1 Night, Infinite Challenge, Laws of the Jungle, Running Man, ah… just let me do anything. ㅠㅠㅠ 

10. What is the best thing you’ve done since being born?
Becoming a singer, being able to do music.

11. What do you think is important when making music?
Experience. Emotions. Lyrics. Sincerity

12. What is your goal, music-wise?
Umm rather than calling it a goal, I simply want to pour all my feelings and thoughts into music before I die.

13. What is A-Tom to Yano?
Who?? Is it a cartoon character?? I don’t know who that is..?? Are you talking about the dirty kid????

14. They say that autumn is the season when the sky is high and the horses get fat. Does Yano have a secret diet method to lose a lot of weight?
Just don’t eat too much hehe ^^ In my case, I just eat two meals a day and I don’t eat snacks or anything at all after, hehehehe

15. What song do you enjoy listening to the most lately?
I listen to everything hehe. I just listen to a lot of popular music. Ah!! I really like G.Soul’s ‘Dirty’ hehe

16. What does the term ‘maknae on top’ mean to Yano?
Kim Byungjoo

17. Which childhood memory do you cherish the most?
About my first love in Grade one >.< Shy ><

18. What is ToppKlass to Yano?
One family

19. What kind of Yano do you want to be for ToppKlass?
I know this a very common answer, but I just want to show my day-to-day self. An idol with a human image and no pretense? Hehe Yano? I just want to be the best musician.

20. What was your goal for 2015? How would u rate your accomplishment?
My goal was to succeed through Topp Dogg’s comeback. But since we haven’t done it yet, I can’t rate it huhuhu. I love you*♥ I’ll be the cool and modest Yano. 2015, 2016, 2017….. let’s keep going together ~.~!!

*T/N: He wrote this in Kyungsang-do satoori

Happy YANO Day :) !

Happy birthday YANO~

Translated by: Topp Dogg Intl

objection-overruled  asked:

Can you draw Kougami wearing a collar and crawling on the floor behind Akane while she leads him with the leash? :D Also, your blog is rad! I love all your pictures; and you just call them doodles!!!!! Blah, so modest. Love love love your work <3

thanks a lot~! I’ll try keeping my blog ‘rad’ then XD

oh, also, you want Kougami with a collar, right? here you go, btw



…wait a sec

this is not what you asked for

looks like my hand slipped whoops