could you possibly please rec a couple of your fave fics? ♥️
Ok, so I’m assuming: klance fics? Alright, here we go:
texting fics (I love those kind of fics. They almost always seem to nail characters’ personalities and texting style and are so funny to read. The ones I’ll mention now are my absolute fav from this category):
Completed. Keith and Lance are stucked on a planet which citizens believe they are heroes destined to save them. The thing is they have to get married. Aka: Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Allura and Shiro are texting while Keith.exe stopped working. I don’t remember it very well, but I know I had fun while reading. Also, @xxxkaseixxx recommended it to me, so I already knew it’s a good one before starting.
Ok, so it’s not really texting fic but it’s a first part of a series where second part is texting fic. You don’t have to read that one to enjoy it’s continuation but I’m strongly reccomending it, because it’s a joy, I remember that one quote (about Keith’s mullet) made me laugh histerically at 3 a.m.
The story is: Voltron is a Radio Station beloging to Allura and her family and: Black, Green, Yellow, Red and Blue are it’s hosts. The station menagers decide that if all radio hosts specialize in certian topics and have already established base of listeners then Station can be even more popular if hosts would be paired with each other. Turns out they were right. Completed.
One of the first fics I’ve read in this fandom. I don’t remember it very well but the general impression is that it was quite enjoyable. Except that…pining!lance was…very extremaley thirsty and I’m not very fond of Keith being pictured as some sex object. The fic is well written, it’s not like Keith is dumb but pretty. It’s just when you see him through Lance’s eyes it may be uncomfortable for some people.
Lance, Hunk and Pidge are dancers who strongly admire dancing duo Keith and Shiro. Some stuff happens, Lance goes on dancing camp and guess who’s an instructor? Completed.
Ongoing. Shiro and Allura are getting married and Keith - as Shiro’s best man - needs to take some dance lesson because it’s important part of a wedding. So he takes them from Allura’s maid of honor - Lance. There is some actual knowledge about dances so it’s cool. Also, Keith’s a florist.
Also one of the first fics I started reading in this fandom and only recently completed.
Lance is a college student who tries to cut of his addiction to coffee and maybe switch for tea… Keith conviniently is a hot as hell barista in a bubble tea shop. And also college student, double majoring because he’s awesome and perfect and dead inside.
Slow burn torture. Like, really. Agony, but don’t we love it?
Anyway, title kinda tells what it’s about. Hunk decided that Lance as a roommate is too distracing so he moves out but finds Lance a new roommate so he can pay his rent. New roommate turns out to be Keith, Lance’s highschool rival and bisexual awakening. Another one of those where Keith thinks Lance is straight.
*sigh* Probably will never be completed and, unfortunetly, it WILL leave you hanging. So keep it in mind if you’ll decide to give it a try.
But I had to put it on a list becacuse it’s one of the first etc etc and there is a sentence that will probably stay with me forever: „Lance is a person of many acqaintances, but very few friends”. And I get it, I so get it. When you’re charismatic you attract people easily. But only some of them will stay with you after knowing you better.
Keith falls in love at first sight but will he still like that charming stranger who’s actually rude, obnoxious and tactless when he’ll spend more time in his company?
This one is about how on every planet that Paladins visit citizens mistake Keith and Lance as a couple. It happens so often that Pidge decides to collect data and analize it from scientfic point of view. Completed.
I hope it was a helpful list~
Edit: I don’t know how could it happen but I forgot to add one more of my most favourite fanfics:
Keith witness Lance’s “death” and that experience traumatize him. Later when Lance is A-okay he still needs to check on him and can’t get any sleep due to terrible nightmares. Turns out sleeping near Lance helps him get some rest at night, when he can always make sure his friend’s alive.
Great writing. Interesting study in depression (Lance) and feeling alienated in group (Keith). Ongoing- and I’m personally dying to know what happens next, because resent events sort of left us hanging.
Hey Nai, hope you're having a peaceful day. I have three raised beds in my herb garden, currently rosemary is the only permanent fixture. How do you recommend I make the most of the three beds utilising witchy and edible herbs? 💕
So, the absolute best way to have an herb garden (in my opinion anyway) is an herb spiral. The main reasons for this are 1) It provides more surface area for planting, maximizing the space, 2) Simulates different moisture levels, temperature, and light levels (full sun, partial shade, etc). This means that you can grow a variety of plants in one spot, including some you may not be able to grow normally in your climate 3) After set up, it has minimal maintenance, but tends to produce more due to specific needs being met.
I plan on documenting the new one I build - I just got the bricks today! (There’s other materials you can use instead)
Tips for flat beds/gardens in general:
Lasagna gardening.It sounds silly, I know, but it’s a method of farming that creates really healthy plants, with minimal weeding required. Read about it, you’ll thank me later.
Look for companion plants! This is more important if you plan to plant vegetables, as some vegetables can affect growth if planted next to each other, but another reason is pest control. A lot of herbs repel specific insects that tend to eat specific crops (like catnip, hyssop, rosemary and sage deter cabbage moth), so it’s a pesticide free way of protecting your garden. Some even encourage flavor or growth.
Make sure to pair plants with similar needs together - rosemary likes it a bit drier, so don’t plant it next to mint, which likes lots of water.
Actually it’s probably best if you left mint in a container. It’s a ‘weed’, as in it takes over everything and can be hard to get rid of. You should look into things like that as well before planting anything.
If you have pets, please make sure to look into things that can hurt them. A lot of plants we like to use aren’t so good for our furry friends, some are actually deadly.
The Witchy side of things:
Talk/sing to your plants as you tend to them, and as you spend time in the garden. Some non-witchy people do this as well, because it encourages growth. Personally, I think the stronger your relationship with the plant spirit the more effective the harvest will be in spells, but that’s not verified or anything.
Making your own compostmakes a wonderful offering/gift to thank the plants when you harvest them. It’s also good for them, and you can feel good knowing that you’re putting less stuff in a landfill.
If you’re the type to use sigils, lightly carving them on the surface of your garden is simple and invisible.
If you worship a certain deity, making a tribute garden can be a great gift to them. Some of the seeds I ordered are for that, actually.
Make a meditation space around your plants. If you work hard to make a healthy and peaceful garden, it can become your solace, and a sacred area for spellwork. A place to clear your head to focus on your craft is really beneficial! :)
He was a breath of fresh air that I never thought I would find. He turned my world upside down and showed me what it was like to be truly loved unconditionally. Even after the honeymoon phase ended and we saw each other’s flaws he still chose to stand by me no matter what. When I criticize myself that I have too much cellulite and gained weight he tells me, stop it you’re beautiful and I know he means it. Even if I have bed head and morning breath or if my face is breaking out he still looks at me the same way. I can stand naked in front of him and not feel an ounce of discomfort. He’s been the one person who has always had my back no matter what. Even when we broke up for a very short period of time he still never really left. When I was so down that I felt like I was going crazy before I had my depression diagnosed he never gave up on me. Even though he didn’t understand it, he listened and tried to. Always being my biggest supporter in anything. There are moments when we fight and drive each other nuts, we know exactly what buttons to push but we always know that it will be resolved. We are also two complete weirdos together, talking gibberish that no one else would ever understand. He can read my thoughts with one look at my face, knowing exactly how I feel. We are the only people that have seen each other’s true bare self and loved each other anyway. We are best friends who lean on each other and act absolutely ridiculous together but lovers at the same time. Making my skin set on fire in intimate moments and make butterflies explode in my stomach. I do believe that there are very few people who just get you and that you connect with. Who you have such comfort and trust with that you never have to doubt. We found that in each other and I couldn’t feel more lucky. We may not always get along and drive each other crazy but I would rather have a few bumps in the road with him and grow together than have a paved one with anyone else.
Title: Better Books. Pairing: Implied! Beast!Prince Adam x Reader. Words: 1,522. Rating: K.
After scanning the shelves for what seemed like hours, you had finally found the book you were looking for. Laughing softly in victory, you figured that Adam must have hidden it from you to assure that you didn’t read it again. You could hear his voice inside of your mind, ‘There are better things to read than that.’
You held the book in your hands close to your chest. Rubbing the spine gently, you felt somewhat conscious of the blue eyes lingering on you longingly from across the spacious room. Whether out of nerves or slight curiosity, you let one of your feet dangle from the ladder in the library, swinging around slightly so you could look back at Adam with a tender gaze. He was perched in a chair, sitting in what little sunlight was leaking into the castle from the overcast sky outside. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the sort of warm sunlight that soaked into your skin and made you feel a little more happy and optimistic. It was a dreary sort of sunlight that would bounce off you and create somewhat negative vibes. Fortunately though, you strode around with your own positivity the darkness that seemed to mindlessly drape around the entire residency.
By the time you looked back at him, he tried his best to seem completely invested in the book instead of the back of your head, but you knew better. It was something new between the two of you and has become more and more frequent. The stolen glances, as if it were forbidden to actually look at one another and allow yourself to be caught doing so. You had only stumbled upon the castle a month ago, and between then and now, he has actually warmed up to you surprisingly well. After all, it had only been a week or so since he felt comfortable telling you his name so you didn’t have to stumble around what to call him exactly.
Stepping off the ladder with a small ‘thud’ as you jumped onto the marble floor, you studied the book in your hand and made your way to the seat across from him. Adam noticed of course, watching you from his peripherals as you sauntered your way towards him and sat down.
Adam cleared his throat, setting his book down in his lap. “What’ve you got there?” He inquired, using his head to gesture to the gently worn out book in your hands. If he moved just right in his spot, the dim sunlight coming in through the large windows shined off his horns, somewhat reminding you of how water shimmered in the light.
You seemed a bit shameful when you answered quietly, “Romeo And Juliet.”
“Uhck.” He murmured softly, scrunching his face in mind disgust, “Have you not read that enough? It’s such a tragic story. The romance, the pining, the unforgiving end. That book will be in three pieces by the time you’re done with it. There’s so many books here, why choose the same one over and over?” Adam’s curiosity was legitimate. He never saw the wonder in romance like you seemed to. To him, they all seemed the same and never seemed to have the absolutely ideal ending.
You laughed quietly, “It may be. At least it’s a book that you don’t seem to care about. I’m sure I could set it on fire and you’d probably be very happy that I did.” Shrugging your shoulders, you rubbed the spine once again and answered simply, “It’s a bittersweet tale. I like that it’s not perfect. That’s what makes it enjoyable. Anyway, why does it matter what I read? It’s not like you’re the one reading it.”
He nodded his head in agreement. Thankfully, he wasn’t the one reading it, but he still argued, a bit more innocent and playful this time, “Perhaps, I can show you another story that’s just as good.”
“I dare you to show me one that I’ll love more than this one.” You held the book up and sat it down on the table to your right. “You’ve read everything in here, so I’m sure you can find one.”
Adam stood up, completely towering over you before holding a paw out for you to take. You smiled at him, accepting the help and let him lift you from your seat. “I accept your challenge. I’ve got just the book.” The smile he gave you was the gentlest thing you had encountered and left your heart swimming in an unknown feeling. You wanted nothing more than to see that smile for the rest of your days. Adam hesitated, but eventually let go of your warm hand before striding to the left. You followed closely, biting down on your bottom lip.
What was the feeling in your chest? It was as if someone had lit a thousand candles and let them burn inside of you. You denied any previous thoughts of adoration for Adam, telling yourself that you couldn’t possibly feel anything more than forced friendship for someone who was keeping you here. But at this point, the sensation in your heart was making you question your own words. There was no doubt some sort of attraction between the two of you. The hidden gazes, the gentle strokes of your hand against his arm while you pass him books.
If he let you go, who’s to say you wouldn’t want to willingly stay here with him? You would stay. Even if he didn’t ask, you would stay. But, why?
“Here.” His voice boomed you back to reality. Swallowing softly, you looked up at him with reddened cheeks before letting your gaze drop to the book in his hand. Taking a shaky breath in, you took it from his hands and studied it carefully. It seemed a bit more worn than ‘Romeo and Juliet’, the spine exceedingly bent at the moment, stirring you to ask, “Have you read this a lot?”
“More than most books here. It’s one of the books my mother used to read to me when I was a child.” Adam admitted softly, letting his icy eyes admire your reaction to the book. “It’s the only romance I can actually bear to finish.” He said without thinking. “You see uh— I never finish them, usually. Romances, at least. I leave them off in the ideal place, almost….”
“Afraid of ruining it with the actual ending.” You finished his sentence for him. Adam seemed astonished that you had actually understood. Pressing it to your chest, you sighed and whispered to him, “You’re taking an opportunity away from yourself though. If you never read the ending, you’re not reading it in the way it was intended to be read. Some…” You clutched the book a bit harder, something he noticed as your knuckles were turning while, “Some stories have a happy ending that are so out of sight that you need to keep reading on. You can’t let one bad ending be the reason why you can’t enjoy other endings.”
There was no fighting your words because as Adam let them sink into his mind, he came to realize that you were completely right. He opened his mouth, ready to discourse but couldn’t find anything to say. He couldn’t. He was in such a position that you words were undoubtedly true. Before the curse, his ending was a bad one, though he prolonged it for as long as possible. It took a sharp turn and seemed even worse for a while before you came waltzing into his life, giving the slightest shimmer that perhaps even he could have a happy ending in a story otherwise full of despair, darkness and hate.
“Let me know what you think.” Adam said quietly, looking at the book in your hands. “I hope… you like it.”
Reaching up, you pressed your hand to the right side of his face and completely captivated his attention. The affection was sudden and seemed to leave Adam completely defenseless as you smiled sweetly at him. It was a tender stroke and reminded him of the last time that he had actually been touched so affectionately. It had been years. If it weren’t for the dramatic height difference, he could look at you eye to eye and if given permission, he would have kissed you. Just to see a response, to see that if getting his hopes up wasn’t just a waste now that there were only a few more petals left on the enchanted rose.
Adam was certain he could kiss you regardless, catching you off guard. The nagging voice inside of his head worried that you didn’t want it though, and so he refrained as best he could and tilted his head towards your hand.
You let your hand linger on him for much longer than needed, eventually bringing it from the side of his face to his wide shoulder before walking back to your spot in the small amount of sunlight. It was his time to follow you back. Sitting down, you stared up at him and gave a warm smile, “I’m sure I’ll love it.”
EYYYYY. Thanks for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! :D
What’s the difference?? Honorifics vs. formality levels
This is a pretty heavy topic but it’s vital to understand the difference between honorifics and formality levels as well as what each of those concepts individually (especially formality levels) entails to properly navigate the social structure that is built into Korean language and society. The concept and mechanics of using honorifics and different formality levels can be difficult to grasp especially if your native language doesn’t have similar systems, but they are crucial to communicating smoothly with others.
I expect this post to get a bit lengthy, so grab a snack (or three) and click the Read More to proceed~
Summary: The Spiderman makes a fatal mistake when trying to stop the Vulture that could cost him his suit. And Peter Parker finds himself in the midst of apologizing to the reader about his unexplained absences recently…
i ….dont think we talk about harrys statement about his sexuality enough. i’ve been thinking about it lately and im so enthralled by him, im so proud of him! we all know how hateful the world can be and we all know the pressure to label yourself. we’ve probably all felt it, i know i have. and tumblr may be accepting of people who don’t label themselves but lots of other forums and people and places aren’t; they’re confused by people who don’t use labels. so for harry, influential as he is to so many young people as well as older, to say he doesn’t label his own sexuality is just like. beautiful? he’s always strived to make people feel accepted and he’s now doing exactly that just by being himself. he’s a beacon of hope for all those that may be scared of not fitting into any of the standards society has set for us. if his fans who are struggling with their own sexuality see him say he doesn’t label his, it’s almost like saying that it’s okay, that they don’t have to label it because it doesn’t matter. and i’m so so thankful for harry styles.
There's lots of lesbian lit out there: Canon classics from the pre-Rubyfruit Jungle era
The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall. 1928. The mother of all lesbian classics. The story of Stephen Gordon and her “sexual inversion.” So ground-breaking that, due to its lesbian subject matter, it was banned upon its initial publication. I haven’t read it; it’s supposed to be a downer, but some people like it; a period piece for sure.
We Too Are Drifting by Gale Wilhelm. 1935. Subtitled “The Story of a Lesbian,” shocking in its time. FWIW, the blurb on the period cover says “Better than The Well of Loneliness.” I read this a long time ago and vaguely remember being disappointed, but again, it’s a classic and YMMV.
The Friendly Young Ladiesby Mary Renault.1944. A witty romantic comedy of the bohemian set in 1930s England, reportedly written as a response to The Well of Loneliness and therefore may be best appreciated in that context. I haven’t read it; it’s supposed to be good.
The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith (aka Claire Morgan). 1952. Ahead of its time, this novel tells the story of a love affair between two women in the 1950s. This book was a powerfully formative one for me, and I have revisited it multiple times over the years. Recommended.
Desert of the Heart by Jane Rule. 1964. Later made into the movie Desert Hearts, about a love affair between two women in the late ‘50s. Not action-packed, but thoughtful, well written, and a landmark in its time. Other lesbian-themed books by this author include This Is Not For You and After The Fire.
Patience and Sarah by Isabel Miller. 1972. A major classic. In this historical novel set in 1830s New England, two women defy their families and their community to make a life for themselves. I remember liking this one a lot.
May Sarton (1912-1995). A lesbian writer, perhaps better known for her poetry and journals, she published several fiction titles as well (not all lesbian-themed). I tried reading her once or twice and Did Not Like; however, lots of people swear by her, so there she is.
The mountain of boxes did not move no matter how hard she glared at it. It stood looming over her stationary. Inert. Stagnant, she thought.
She kicked the pile. It didn’t budge. It seemed to mock her with its gargantuan size that dwarfed her small figure. She crossed her arms and huffed, tapping a foot as she tried to come up with a plan of attack.
She glanced up at the monstrous pile again. Yup. Still there. She groaned, burying her face in her hands as she silently cursed herself for sending her parents home, dismissing their offers to help her unpack. Stupid, she thought.
She’d been in her (very own!!) dorm room for only an hour before she’d said goodbye to her mom and dad, assuring them that she wouldn’t need any help setting up. Why did she say that? To prove to them that she was independent now? That she was an adult that didn’t need any parental guidance anymore? Screw that, the little voice in the back of her mind spoke bitterly. She had no idea how she was going to approach the insurmountable task on her own.
No matter how elated she had been to have scored a single room- no roommate to keep her up all night sounded like a no-brainer to her!- she was starting to rethink her decision. Why did she not realize just how alone she’d be three hours away from home with no family and no friends?
Students bustled past her open door bearing boxes and suitcases just like hers, yelling and laughing, completely oblivious to the panicky turmoil occurring within her small room.
She heaved a big sigh and dropped her tense shoulders, resigning herself to the fact that if she didn’t start now, she never would. She once again approached the cluster of brown cardboard, each box labelled carefully in black sharpie.
Standing on her toes, she reached to grab the box at the very top, stumbling slightly once she had it in her arms. Jesus, why did she pack so much? Surely she wouldn’t even use half of the things she brought. She exhaled deeply, setting the box on the ground so she could slice the tape open with her keys.
The box contained her bedding and she sighed in relief, glad her parents didn’t leave before her dad could help her set up her bed. She pulled the sheets out one by one and started to make her bed. A loud burst of laughter outside her door distracted her for a second, forcing her to turn and search for the source of the noise.
Two boys and a girl stood laughing in the room across hers, the door thrown wide open. One of the boys was doubled over and shaking as the others continued to giggle at his collapsed state. She found herself smiling wistfully, suddenly missing her best friend in Long Island.
One of the boys, the one standing, looked up and caught her eye from across the hallway. He raised his hand in a small wave, smiling brightly. She grinned in return then turned back to the matter at hand. After finishing with her bed, she started on another box, this one holding the contents of her desk.
She set the box on her rolling desk chair, unpacking its contents one by one as she slowly but surely found places for everything on her desk. A knock on the doorframe startled her from her deep concentration. She turned to find the boy from across the hall standing in the doorway, the same bright smile on his face.
“Hey there, neighbor,” he said, burying his hands in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “I’m Peter. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Y/N,” she responded with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” She stopped removing her school supplies from the box and wiped her hands on the fabric of her jeans, crossing the room to shake his hand.
“Sorry for the mess. I’m trying to get my room organized on my own and it’s going very slowly, as you can see,” she chuckled nervously.
“You’re unpacking everything by yourself?” he asked, a confused and slightly concerned look on his face.
“Uh, yeah? I kind of… sent my parents home because I thought I could do it alone? Turns out I really overestimated myself because now I’m stuck unloading all of these boxes by myself, and I have no idea how I’m ever gonna finish,” she explained, a deep red flush climbing up her neck in embarrassment.
“Oh, well that just won’t do, will it? Here, I’ve got my friends waiting back in my room, but I’m gonna go grab them so we can give you a hand,” Peter announced.
“Oh, I wasn’t complaining or anything! I don’t want you to think that you have to help me just because I was stupid enough to take on this task on my own. It’s my own fault anyway-”
“Hey, don’t even worry about it, Y/N! We’d be happy to help.” He smiles that same bright smile and turns to shout through the open doorway. “Ned! MJ! Get over here!”
The sound of his door flinging open punctuates his sentence. The two other people she’d seen earlier appeared in the doorway, traces of smiles still on their faces.
“What’s up, Peter?” the guy, Ned, you guessed, asked, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulder.
“Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Ned and that grumpy mug over there is Michelle. We’re all juniors here,” Peter introduced his friends, chest inflating with pride.
“Call me MJ,” Michelle said, holding a hand out for her to shake. She took it with a smile, then shook Ned’s for good measure.
“Nice to meet all of you. I’m a freshman and, as you can probably tell by the state of my room, things are not going well for me so far,” she joked, motioning towards the still stationary mound of boxes.
“Y/N here needs some help unpacking. Luckily, I let her know that I had two very willing best friends across the hall that could help her out,” Peter smiled wryly, eyes silently begging his friends to agree.
“Riiiight… Sure thing, Y/N! Just tell us what to do and we’re on it!” Ned exclaimed.
“Oh! Uh… thanks, you guys. Seriously, you have no idea how much this means to me. Um, I guess just grab a box and I’ll let you know where everything goes?” she asked, gauging their reactions. She let out an inaudible sigh of relief when everybody nodded in agreement, moving to grab a box each.
With the help of three extra pairs of hands, she had everything unpacked and set up within the hour, stopping only to order some pizza for later.
It was six o’clock and they were all scattered around her room, Y/N on the bed, MJ on the slightly-deflated purple bean bag, and Ned and Peter sharing the small sofa as they finished up the last box of pizza.
“You guys are so nice. Thank you so much for helping me out,” she smiled, licking tomato sauce off of her thumb as she leaned back to rest her head against the wall.
“It’s no problem, Y/N. We were all freshmen once, so we all definitely remember what it’s like to start over somewhere new,” Peter replied through a mouthful of pizza.
“Yeah, like on Parker’s first day, he cried all night because he missed his aunt so much. Her apartment is, like, twenty minutes away,” MJ chimed in, all too happy to poke fun at her friend.
“I did not cry all night! I shed a few tears when May left, but that’s it!” he defended. “Back me up, Ned!”
“I was your roommate, dude. I could hear your whimpering through my headphones,” Ned laughed. She giggled with them, thankful that they were trying to make her feel better rather than making fun of her, especially after they’d been nice enough to help her set up her room without complaint.
Peter pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, sliding down into the seat. “Not cool, guys.”
“Relax, brainiac. You know we love you,” MJ proclaimed, getting up from her seat. “Anyway, Ned and I have to go take a group of freshmen to the Rec Center in fifteen minutes, so we’ve gotta go.”
“Shoot!” Ned exclaimed. “I forgot all about that! Sorry, guys. Peter, I’ll see you tonight. And Y/N, I hope to see you soon!” he smiled as MJ pulled him out the door with one last wave over her shoulder.
“Your friends are nice,” she said lightly, grinning shyly at Peter from her spot across the room.
“Yeah, they’re awesome,” Peter agreed with a nod. “I’ve known Ned since I was a kid, and we met MJ in high school, so we’ve been pretty tight since then.”
She hummed in response. “I never really had a close friend group in high school. My friends mostly ended up staying in Long Island for college. It kind of sucks being so far away with everyone, but I’m definitely already loving not sharing a room with anybody.”
“Yeah, I did the whole roommate thing for my first two years, so I’m glad to be on my own for a change. Not that I won’t miss living with Ned, but trust me when I say that he is probably the messiest person I’ve ever met,” Peter chuckled, standing up from the sofa.
“Oh, are you leaving?” she asked, face falling. She’d enjoyed spending the last couple of hours with Peter. He was sweet and understanding, and he made her laugh.
“Nope, just stretching,” he smiled as he lifted his arms up above his head allowing a pale little sliver of skin to expose itself from beneath his blue sweater.
“Well come on up here and sit with me, then,” she offered, patting the open space next to her as she pointedly ignored the stirring in her chest
brought on by the milky white patch of skin still peeking out until Peter tugged his sweater back down. Peter obliged and climbed onto the bed, settling himself by her side, his sock-clad feet dangling off the edge.
“So… what’re you majoring in? You’ve gotta be super smart to have gotten into Empire State,” Peter wondered.
“Biomedical engineering. My sister lost her left leg when she was seven and uses a prosthetic so I’d like to be able to design something that’s both effective and accessible to those who need it,” she explained with a smile. She loved her younger sister more than anybody, so leaving her behind was not a simple task.
“Man, that’s amazing. Are you close with your sister?” Peter asked, tilting his head to look at her through thick eyelashes.
“She’s my best friend. I hated leaving her, but I promised that she could stay with me whenever she wanted and I’d show her the city,” she smiled longingly, feeling the familiar pang of homesickness that had started about an hour ago.
“That sounds awesome. You’re not from here, though, are you?”
“No, we’re from Long Island. We used to make the drive to the city at least once a year when we were younger, but then my sister had her accident and we kind of stopped,” she explained, picking on the corner of her duvet.
“Do you mind me asking what happened?” Peter asked carefully.
“She was in a car accident that ended with her leg pinned beneath a chunk of concrete. By the time they got her out, all of the nerves were already dead so they just decided to amputate. It doesn’t really bother her or stop her from doing anything anymore. It’s just something she has to live with, whether she likes it or not.”
Peter sighed heavily, a sympathetic look gracing his delicate features. “I’m sorry,” he stated softly. “I know that probably means nothing to you, but I also know it’s not easy seeing somebody you love suffer. My parents passed away when I was six, and my Uncle Ben who I’d been staying with died five years ago. Since then, my Aunt May’s been all I’ve got. I’ve had time to come to terms with it, but that doesn’t make anything any easier.”
She frowned, feeling grateful that Peter was able to trust her with such heavy parts of his life, but also feeling inexplicably sad for the young man who probably had to grow up too soon.
“Life just sucks, doesn’t it?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“It sure does,” he sighed in response. “Anyway, just because you’ve been to the city as a child, doesn’t mean I’m letting you off the hook without an official Peter Parker tour. Growing up here does have its advantages, you know.”
You smiled, eyes wide. “Oh, I am so in!”
“Great!” Peter beamed, sliding back off of the bed. “I’ve gotta go meet Ned back at the Rec Center, but I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow morning to show you everything!”
“Sounds good,” you agreed, following him to the door. “It was nice meeting you. And thank you, again, for helping me out. I’m sorry if I ruined any of your plans for the night.”
“I wouldn’t consider a night spent with a pretty girl ruined, would you?” he commented, watching as she tried to hide her blush behind a curtain of hair. “Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow, smarty pants.” And with that, he shut the door, leaving her giddy with something that felt a little bit like hope.
Calling all creative peeps - let's come together to help a 1d fan artist out!
If you’re anything like me, when you read the post @mrsadfran wrote earlier, you’re maybe feeling frustrated that you can’t do more to help as they are such a lovely person.
I have the very beginnings of an idea, and I have run it past Fran and she is happy for me to try and do it.
We have /so many/ talented people in our fandom and I thought we could all maybe come together and donate some of our work to raffle / run a drive with all proceeds going to Fran to try and help her.
So this is a call to all fanartists/writers/crocheters/whatever you may do. I have to say that I don’t know the details of how to make it work, it might have to be GoFundMe as JustGiving needs you to be raising funds for a registered charity I think.
Anyway, I have the will to do this, but I don’t have the ‘way’ just let, but I do know I can’t do it on my own! Please reblog this to try and reach as many creative people as we can, and please feel free to message me if you’d like to take part / have experience running something like this. I think I’ll look to set up a group chat once i have people on board.
Ideally I’d like to get it off the ground in the next couple of days
When we pull together we can do amazing things, let this be one of them 💜
His laugh (he has the most healing laugh that I could listen to for 10 mins…actually I have done that) LONG LIVE THE WINDSHIELD LAUGH. *creek creek hiccup creek* (gifs are not mine)
The way he blows hand kisses (YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN ISN’T PURE AND THAT THIS DOESN’T KILL YOU) He makes army’s hearts go boom and I will always go boom for Jin.
His angelic voice, ITS SO BEAUTIFUL AND NEEDS MORE ATTENTION. AND HIS SONG WITH TAEHYUNG?! JIN YOU ARE GODLY. His solo song has to be one of my favorites on their Wings album. I even set it as my alarm.
THE DAD JOKES, (Being an international fan is so hard oml). INTERNATIONAL FANS WE MAY NOT UNDERSTAND IT BUT IT’S STILL FUNNY ANYWAYS. Especially the one about the water cat…army we all know which one I’m talking about…
HIS UNDENIABLE WAVE OF SELF CONFIDENCE, Oh come on, we love mr.worldwide handsome and he makes me feel more confident <3 Thank you JIN
ARMY ADD MORE IF YOU WANT, THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE A GROWING TREND THINGY <3
The fire was crackling, indie music was playing softly, you had a mug of earl grey tea, and you had a collection of classic poetry that you’d read at least a thousand times spread open across your lap- the best way to enjoy rain. It had started storming around three in the morning and you’d been up since then.
PART 1 IS FINALLY HERE!!! This comic is from @insanitysbloomings ‘ fanfic“Back To Us,” which takes place 7 years after Hawk Moth’s defeat and the heroes go their separate ways. When a new villain appears after 7 years of relative peace, they find that they don’t have as much in common as they used to… Dun dun DUUUUUUUN~!
It’s seriously an awesome story! When @insanitysbloomings got randomly chosen for my giveaway I had no idea she had such an amazing fanfic already! I’m totally hooked on it now and follow her updates religiously! （＞▽＜）
I originally wasn’t planning on making it as big as it is now. It’ll be 4 parts total, or 5 depending on whether I decide to split one up into 2 and they’re mostly drawn out, they just need to be colored now.
Anyway, this scene was literally THE perfect excuse for me to practice the 2 things I’ve been wanting to work on, 1) Drawing expressions, and 2) Coloring nighttime settings. And since it’s from a fanfic I really like, it’s been really fun! I may not color the rest of the comic quite like this, but we’ll see what happens.
Obviously, I took some liberties with Ladybug’s costume. The original isn’t as fun to draw and I like redesigning stuff. ;P
I had to look up reference pictures of the top of the Eiffel Tower to figure out where to stick these guys… there aren’t a lot of places to sit way up there, once you go past a certain height!
So I decided to have them sit on the ledge outside the top viewing area of the tower; I remembered it from the Guitar Villain episode. (I KNOW YOU ALL REALLY, REALLY CARE ABOUT THAT LITTLE DETAIL!!! MWAHAHA XD)
Summary: Dan gets dared to date Phil Lester, a guy from his school who only dates people for seven days before breaking up with them. Word Count: 8962 Song Creds: The Most Beautiful Bitter Fruit - La Dispute A/N: Based somewhat off of the yaoi manga, Seven Days ^_^ I’ve been writing this for like three months so I’m so relieved it’s done with! xD Enjoy xoxo. Also, thanks so much to @whalefairyfandom12 as usual for being my wonderful beta and for urging me on with this. ilysm!!!
There’s a rumour going around about a year 13 who only dates a person for seven days. Once those seven days are finished he breaks up with them, eventually continuing on to date the first person who confesses to him the following day.
Dan has never seen him before, but he knows that this guy’s name is Phil Lester and that he’s apparently so nice to everyone he dates that nearly the entire school jumps at the chance to claim him, hoping that they would be ‘the one’ to go over those seven days. Even if that has never happened yet.
My first set of CC ever! I made some space-related freckles out of boredom, and I decided to make a set of them. Some of the freckles are literally out of this world and odd, but some of them can be used for more than just CAS edits. At least for me, anyways.
- 9 swatches - BG compatible - Made for all genders, but is disabled for random, and not made for children. I may come back to that though. - It can be found in Skin Details - Only one color available for each, so it is not very good looking on darker skins. :< I may come back to this in the future and fix that though.
Please, please do not reupload my CC on any other site and do not include it in sim downloads either. However, since I did not recolor these freckles to be compatible with more skintones, feel free to recolor them yourself! Most importantly, please don’t claim them as your own.
His jokes would be anything he can think of but mostly you two would just be silly together. Making a lot of weird faces and making it into a competition to see who could make the other laugh harder
Jimin would either have really immature humour or straight up dirty jokes, no in between especially dirty if he was interested in you/dating you. Also ugly selfies
Pranks. He’ll prank you. You’ll prank him. Prank wars. Pranking his members when you two call a temporary truce. I say temporary cause ya know he’s going to love pranking you the most and you him
Namjoon (Rap Monster)
Intellectual humour or dumb af. He loves that you can make jokes that the others may not understand but cracks him up because they’re so smart. But he still laughs at fart jokes and to be honest, so do you
Dad humour, we all know this. Puns and lame jokes. The worse the better. sometimes they don’t even make sense but because they’re so fucking lame, you both crack up anyway and from that point anything will set you back off
Memes. Especially animal ones. You send each other pictures and videos of animals doing dumb things. When you’re both really energetic and in good moods together, you sometimes even imitate the photo’s/videos and capture them to laugh at again later
We all know Yoongi is a savage so ripping the piss out of each other is a given. You both know it’s all in good fun and end up laughing pretty much straight away. But you never laugh as hard as you do when you’re laughing at each other, especially when his members do dumb shit and make fools out of themselves(when they fall over mostly)
You’d be surprised how hard it was to think up gifs that fit these so I just thought hey lets just enjoy how beautiful they look when they laugh
I meant to post this on april fool’s day because my writing is a joke :) But I’m late, so here’s a joke posted on the wrong day.
Summary: Keith, who just happens to be coming down with a cold, is forced to wait out a thunderstorm with Lance.
“You’re still coming to pick me up, right?”
Lance’s voice is questioning, insecure, as if he doesn’t already know the answer. Keith sighs into the phone, before sniffling once, absently rubbing his nose on the back of his hand. “I thought we already went over this.”
“I know, but I called you and you weren’t picking up–”
“I was in class,” Keith retorts, pressing the phone to his ear with one hand as he slings his backpack over his shoulders with the other. He twists away briefly to cough into his shoulder. “The lecturer ended a little later than usual, that’s all.”
He can hear Lance’s hum of assent on the other end. “So, you are coming, then?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Keith pauses outside of the university building, scanning the parking lot for his motorbike, before he spots it parked in the far left corner. “Have you been waiting for a long time?”
“The meeting ended ten minutes ago,” Lance responds, “so, not really.”
“That’s good,” Keith unfastens his helmet from where it’s been clipped around the handlebars, then fits it over his head, brushing loose strands of hair from his eyes. “….I’m heading off. I‘m going to have to hang up now, okay?”
“Okay,” Lance pauses. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes?”
“Fifteen.” Keith fishes a keychain out of his pocket, pausing to find the right key before inserting it into the ignition. “See you there.”
The engine starts up, a low rumble of sound and motion, and Keith presses the end call button before sliding the phone back into his pocket. He sniffles, before straightening slightly, navigating the bike carefully out of the parking lot.
Alright, I know how upset everyone on what…happened…to Narti. However, something just doesn’t sit right with me. Usually, when there was a spy in someone’s ranks, it takes time to figure that stuff out. Take Thace for example. He was able to hide between the ranks, possibly for years due to him having to climb up the ranks. And even when there was suspicion it still took time in order to figure out it was him. For Narti however, Lotor was able to figure it out in mere moments. He was immediately able to single her out and took immediate action. He KNEW she was transmitting information whether it was willingly or not.
But, this begs the question….has this happened before? Has he experienced this sort of situation once in the past? It would explain how he was able to figure it out so quickly. But, it is also possible that he had no idea how it happened. He knew how to tell when Narti became a (reluctant) spy. He would have acted sooner if she was before. And it would have shown if she was indeed one from the very beginning with Haggar having no need to send anyone to spy on him and would have known where he was and what he was doing at all times. Likely stopping him before hand. So, its likely that he knew something transpired in the time he and Narti had visited the Galra base.
I sincerely doubt he wanted to do such a thing to her. What else could he have done? As stated before, its possible that he has experienced something like this in the past and didnt know of any other way to cut the connection. Its not like they could take her with them or leave her there to become some sort of prisoner, possibly tortured the same way Throk was for information. Maybe…..and dont bash on me for this……maybe it might have even been an act of mercy on Lotor’s part. I may be reading too much into this but it would make sense. The thing that clearly upset him wasn’t the attack of his base. Well, not the majority of it anyway. He would have probably seen it as a set back and would have recovered. We have seen how upset he gets when he is confronted/spied on by Haggar. However, we have never seen him get so upset that he yelled at his team. The other time where he was visibly upset and was talking to his teammates was when the teledov peice was destroyed by Voltron. And even then, he stated his disappointment. He never once raised his voice. But, in the aftermath of episode 3 he did. Killing Narti upset him more than anything. He simply never really outright looked like it possibly due to how he was raised and how he wants to be seen as a leader. The galran empire doesn’t seem to take weakness lightly after all and becoming overly emotional can be part of it. Just take a look at Zarkon. He is the image of The perfect Galra and he doesn’t seem to be overly emotional.
I sincerely doubt the staff killed Narti off for shock value. She is important. Way more than anyone would give her credit for. She had to be had a deeper connection to her team in order for her death to be the thing that separates it. Its what created that lack of trust in her team. They all cared for her and that includes Lotor. Her death will continue to come up in the series. How can something like that be ignored when it caused this whole mess?