i really want to play this game already ;;

anonymous asked:

OMG. I am a little nervous for this, but let's go! My friends make fun of me since I am 17 years with just 1,58m (they are all taller than me). Really normal short brown hair and brown eyes. I spend a lot of my day listening to music and dancing. I love Chemistry and Japan! I already played some otome games in Japanese and love cats and dogs! I would say I am insecure and anxious sometimes. But I really want to help people around the world and the world. Thank u! I hope this is enough!

hi friend!!! today I’ve paired you with *drum roll* 

YOOSUNG

I choose him because of your last sentence, the “wanting to help people around the world” thing. He would LOVE that about you, and honestly, your shortness would probably melt his heart he loves you so much okay 

Headcanon

  • you guys 100% met because of chemistry
  • Yoosung had a HUGGGGEEEEEE test coming up and he needed help, so he went on a search for a tutor
  • *this is where you come into the story*
  • After he found you sitting in the library, listening to music, reading from a chemistry textbook, he knew his tutor had to be you
  • The two of you met three times a week, and each time Yoosung would bring you a little gift once he brought you a little Japanese trinket
  • Over time, this little puppy fell HEAD OVER HEELS in love with you
  • He also ended up getting an A on that test, so good job ;)

talltails  asked:

Gonna be totally honest here, the temptation to throw every single shade of pink your way was overwhelming OwO But that'd be too predictable!!! Instead let's go with...Dandelion, Atomic Tangerine, and Fuzzy Duckling Yellow.

(For this prompt!)

Dandelion: What’s a pet peeve of yours?

This is a really weird personal pet peeve that I don’t expect anyone to be able to relate to, but whenever my family members assemble for a World of Warcraft play session and my brother’s explaining the tactics for some boss fight or another, my dad will sigh and walk away from his computer, and it just…ticks me off so much. We rarely lose a fight anyway? Buuuut I almost want to tell dad “okay, since you apparently already know this fight, how about we start now?”

I guess for non-game-related pet peeves, I get annoyed when someone just says “k” or “ok” or something like that to me in an actual conversation (IE not as a joke), ‘cuz it feels like they’re not paying attention or emotionally invested in what I’m saying? And I’m sure they have their reasons for keeping their responses short, but it’d at least be nice to get a “hold on, have to go” or “brb” or somethin’ instead. ><’

Atomic Tangerine: What gets you motivated to do a difficult task?

Having a time limit and an end date on it, honestly. Knowing for sure that there’s a point at which I’ll be in serious trouble - moral trouble or otherwise - if I don’t have the task completed! …I’ve got a habit of procrastinating, though. ‘Specially on schoolwork. I assume I can do an assignment in a day, and usually I’m right about that, but I’ve run into trouble in the past for putting an assignment off ‘til the day before it’s due and then realizing I should’ve been preparing for it the whole week!

Fuzzy Duckling Yellow: Is there something from childhood that you haven’t outgrown?

Y’mean like Earth? >u>

I’m still not over Neopets (even if I never play it anymore), I still have a small pile of plush toys (and I still keep one with me as a comfort object when I sleep), and Sonic the Hedgehog just isn’t something I can outgrow. Even on its worst days, it’s still got some value to me as the first game franchise I’ve ever played!

Past those, though…a love of writing? I can remember writing these doofy little short stories back during second grade. Not that that’s something that needs outgrowing, but looking back on it, I wouldn’t have thought I’d have kept an interest in writing this long. ‘Specially not since I didn’t actually get to keep any of the old stories I wrote - you’d think that’d be heartbreaking, but I didn’t really care all that much about ‘em, so I’m not too distraught. ‘^^

…Oh. And a nightlight. I don’t know if it’s embarrassing to admit that I’m 21 years old and I still sleep with a nightlight. I’m not even afraid of the dark anymore, as long as I know what’s in the dark - but it’s been a source of comfort for me for so long now that things would feel off somehow if I didn’t still have one!

Dean is tired. 

Long day. Long week. Long life. His muscles hurt and his head hurts and his eyes hurt and so on - he can’t be bothered to list it all out, even to himself. Too many sprains and breaks and shatterings in too many places. He’s got the words ‘I don’t care anymore’ on the tip of his tongue and he’s very, very afraid to use them. They’re not retractable.

Cas is watching him from across the room. He’s doing the thing, Dean knows. The thing that they do. The staring; the gameplay, high-stakes, no take-backs, no moves that anyone but themselves can really see. They’ve been playing for so long. Dean’s starting to believe that they both already lost, and it was a long time ago.

“Cas,” Dean says, by means of an opening. He’s more tired of silence than talking.

“Dean,” Cas says, his tone flat, an acknowledgement. “How are you?”

“Fine.” Dean thinks he manages to sound convincing.

Cas pulls a face that is not convinced. Dean doesn’t meet his eye.

“Dean -”

“Cas, can we - can we not do this tonight? Can we just not -” He snaps off, his hands raising as if grasping helplessly for the loose ends of his lost sentence. Cas tilts his head.

“What do you want to not do?” he says.

Dean looks down at his hands. He’s got a thousand answers and he’s too tired to say any of them. Play this game anymore. Pretend to be OK when we know that’s a lie. Hide what we really mean behind six layers of shit. Keep each other a thousand miles away and wish we were - we were -

Dean looks up, and meets Cas’ eyes.

“Be alone,” he says hoarsely, stupidly, big man hands twisting like little boy hands in his lap. “I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be alone.”

They lie together that night, in Dean’s bed. They’re not playing the game anymore, Dean knows - but when he looks into Cas’ eyes, he can’t help feeling like he already won.

Punish me (Smut)
I did a thing. I figured it to be best if this was EXO member optional, since with this storyline you could end up with any EXO member really. God forgive me for I have sinned. 

Pairing: EXO member x Reader (You will have to choose one at a certain point, or read it nine times)

Genre: Smut

Edit: Apparently the first part can be classified under ‘humour’. My sister read this and she was laughing her ass off? I did not intend for this to happen but yeah… If it’s the same for you, enjoy.

Word count: 4670 words

Warning: Phone sex, Oral sex, explicit language.

Punish me:

“No, I’m not a free phone sex service!” I shout annoyed through my mobile and immediately cut the call, throwing my mobile onto the kitchen counter. Once, just once, I had been spotted in public with the members of EXO and that was the result; forty calls a day that begin with either “What are you wearing?” or “Tell me how wet you are”.

My mother is the fixed cleaning lady for the Exo dorm, but she broke her leg a few weeks ago. In agreement with SM, I replace her until she gets better. It is summer holiday and that way I don’t need to search for a summer job.

The guys from EXO are my age, so of course the relationship between EXO and me is different than the relationship my mom has with them. Whilst my mom is more a motherly figure, I am more of a friend. That’s why a few days ago, they asked me to go out for dinner with them.

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  • [Bum and Sangwoo eating breakfast peacefully]
  • Bum: Uh... can we do something new today? Like... i don't know... going out to a nice quiet place?
  • Sangwoo: ...? But my house IS a nice quiet place already. If you want to do something new then what about playing cards?
  • Bum: [Flashback to the last time he played cards with somebody and got the man killed]
  • Bum: Uuuhh... I don't like card games that much...
  • Sangwoo: Really? Then what about hide and seek?
  • Bum: [flashback to that one time when Sangwoo randomly got back home with a cop and he had to hide from them]
  • Bum: No... I think you don't get it. I want to do something really fun!
  • Sangwoo: Something "really fun" huh...
  • Bum: ...
  • Sangwoo: ThEN whAT ABouT MurDER?!!
  • Bum: SANGWOO NO.
Im back!!!

Hi everyone.

Im really sorry that i havnt been active. My computer got broked down and after that i really didnt have time to fix it so i stopped playing sims at all. I just wanted to let you all know that im back now and i already started downloading all of the amazing stuff that has been released. I have recieved alot of messenges that ill be answering today and I can say that i missed sims so much!

Here is couple pictures that i took from my game.

Sexually Precocious Teenagers

Summary: Stiles is pretty sure his asexuality is a deal-breaker that will keep him from having a relationship with Derek. (Spoiler alert: it’s not.)

Notes: Scott and Stiles have a very close friendship in this. If that makes you uncomfortable, then this is not the fic for you. Despite the title, there is no smut in this. (On AO3)


Scott comes down the hallway, fresh from his post-workout shower, and freezes in the doorway of his room.

“Stiles, why are you naked in my bed?” he asks, his voice coming out a little higher than he’d intended.

“Dude, melodramatic much?” Stiles says with a grin, flipping back the sheet to reveal that he’s still wearing boxers.

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Where in the hell was it? You knew it had to be in the bedroom somewhere… Harry was terrible at hiding things, so finding the CD of his debut album couldn’t have been that hard. You were wrong. Because here you were, about an hour and a half into the search, and all you had found was a loose button and some change. 

“Come on!” You whispered to yourself after checking the bedside drawers for the tenth time in a row. You had basically turned the entire bedroom upside down trying to find the CD, and at this point, your back was aching and you were ready to sit down and take a break. Of course, you couldn’t really take a break because this was one of those moments where Harry had gone out, so you had the entire house to yourself. “Okay, let’s do this again.” You huffed, arching your back slightly and wincing as it cracked. 

“Looking for your dignity again?” You jolted, hitting your head against the wooden base of the bed when you heard Harry’s voice by the door. 

“Haha, very funny. I’m actually looking for-” Wait. You couldn’t tell Harry you were looking for his CD. You had been begging to hear it for the longest time, and each time Harry would shoot you down and then send you off with a little kiss. After getting rejected for about the hundredth time, you decided to take matters into your own hands: You’d have to find the CD yourself, listen to all the songs while he was gone, and then slip it back into its hiding place. But for now, you obviously couldn’t do anything with Harry back home. “For my… Reading glasses?” You were a terrible liar, but it was worth a shot. 

“You mean the ones on your head?” Harry raised an eyebrow, pointing to the top of your head with a small smile. 

“Oh, there they are!” You scoffed, slapping yourself on your forehead gently. “Silly me! Well, now that I found my glasses, I can go back to reading.” 

“You sure you were only looking for your glasses?” 

“Of course!” 

“Where’s the book?” 

“Downstairs.” 

“I didn’t see anything downstairs.” 

“Then you must need glasses as well.” 

“What book are you reading?” 

“Harry Potter.” 

“Which one?” 

“The… 2nd one.” 

“Ah, the 2nd one. Interesting.” Harry hummed, stalling for a moment before he was suddenly zipping out of the room and back downstairs. You didn’t understand what the rush was until you realized: There was no Harry Potter book downstairs and Harry was about to find that out in a second. 

“I totally just played myself.” You muttered quietly, hearing the thud of Harry’s footsteps as he rushed back upstairs. A sheepish smile embraced your features when Harry popped in once again. 

“There’s no book.” He breathed out, raising a finger and pointing at you accusatorily. “Don’ play games with me, love. What are you really looking for?”

“Ooh, fine! I was looking for your stupid CD, alright? I thought it’d be easy to find it considering how shitty you are at hiding things.” For your birthday last year, Harry hid your present underneath his pillow. Under his pillow.  

“I already said you were gonna have to wait until May 12th jus’ like everyone else!” Harry grinned at your pouty expression. Usually, that face only came out when you really, really wanted something. 

“Harry, please!” You whined, flopping down on the bed and grabbing one of the pillows to hug. 

“It’s not happening! I love you, but it’s not happening. Nice try, though!” Harry said through giggles, walking over to look down at you. “You know what’s funny?” 

“What?” 

“I was going to let you listen to Kiwi because I love you tha’ much, but you called my CD stupid and my hiding skills shitty. So I change my mind.” 

You really did play yourself. 

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10 seconds || Dan Howell

A/N: this is a little idea I had, it’s something I guess. 

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART TWO

Originally posted by danteko

Keeping a relationship a secret is a good idea, right?

No, not at all.

‘Can’t wait to see you tonight, baby.’

I read Dan’s text message with a huge smile as I stood in front of my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. There were so many options and at the same time there were none.

Dan and I had been dating-ish for two months now without telling anybody. We were afraid of how people would react since nobody would have ever expected us two to get together. We wanted to be sure about this before we told somebody else.

It was a Friday night and Dan’s friends were throwing a party. He invited me to come with him, not as his date though. I was worried about who to talk to tonight since none of my close friends were going and I also didn’t know about how to interact with Dan in public.

I had to park my car a little further away from the house where the party was held at because all of the good parking spots were taken already, signalizing that a lot of people came.

As I walked into the big house so late that Dan must have arrived an hour ago, I immediately spotted him drinking beer with his friends. They were joking about something and laughing out loud from time to time. Since Dan and his friends were by far the most popular and attractive guys in our town a lot of females were surrounding them, trying to start a conversation.

I had to stop myself from smiling at Dan who noticed me the second I walked into the room. He was clearly checking me out in my dress that wasn’t too fancy but he seemed to like it anyway. I also had to stop myself from telling those girls to back off my boyfriend.

Sweaty bodies were dancing to music that was shitty and way too loud. There was alcohol everywhere and people were flirting with strangers while getting drunk. A typical teenager party therefore. Some people just live for weekends like this.

I talked to a few girls that I knew from school. They were updating me on all the recent gossip since I wasn’t good with stuff like that. I never hung out with the ‘cool and scandalous kids’.

“I heard Tiffany tell her friends at school today that she wants to get with Dan tonight.” Jessica, one of the girls I had chemistry class with told me under her breath. I nearly chocked on my drink at her words.

“Dan as in Dan Howell?” I asked her, gritting my teeth while trying to not sound too interested.

“What other Dan is there?” She wanted to know, indirectly answering my question.

Great. Miss Popular was after my guy not knowing that he was already taken. By me!

“Let’s play Truth or Dare” Somebody shouted in between two songs. The response was quite diverse. Some people seemed to really hate the game while others seemed to love it.

“C’mon let’s play.” Jessica excitedly exclaimed, grabbed my arm and dragged me along with her.

“I really don’t wan-“ I was in the middle of saying as she made me sit down on the floor where everybody who was playing was already gathered in a circle.

My eyes suddenly landed on Dan who was sat right opposite me. He didn’t look that comfortable either and I could clearly hear his friend Jason tell him “I bet it will be fun, don’t be so boring!”

There was a little twinkle in Dan’s eyes as he saw me and he raised his eyebrow surprised to see me here. He was looking as handsome as ever. His hair was a little bit curly and he was wearing the black leather jacket that I loved so much on him.  

A guy I had never seen around before started spinning an empty glass bottle and it landed right on Jason, making Dan smirk.

“Truth or Dare” the guy asked Jason. He obviously said ‘Dare’ since he was an outgoing guy and up for almost any challenge.

“I dare you to knock on the neighbour’s door in just your underwear and ask him if you can borrow a jar of peanut butter.”

“What the fuck, mate?!” Jason shouted as everybody laughed and some girls giggled.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked the guy who dared him to do this as he started to take off his shirt, revealing his toned chest.

People started to whistle as Jason walked to the door and opened it wearing nothing but his boxers.

“It’s freezing outside!” he complained as he wrapped his arms around his own body for warmth, shielding his nipples from the cold air of the night.

He quickly ran across the street, as he saw that no car was in sight. The neighbour, a 50 year old man, was not too pleased to see Jason.

“I’m going to call the cops, you dumb pack of teenagers!” he shouted after Jason as he sprinted back into the house after he was obviously denied some peanut butter.

We were laughing our butts off while Jason’s cheeks were bright red from running and embarrassment.

“It will be fun, right?” Dan asked Jason, making me giggle.

We continued playing and after a few rounds the bottle still hadn’t landed on me or Dan. One of Tiffany’s friends was just dared by a guy to take her shirt off was now spinning the bottle in a pink Victoria Secrets bra.

It landed on the devil herself, Tiffany.

“Dare” she said and I already had a weird feeling in my stomach region.

“I dare you to kiss Dan for at least 10 seconds.”

My mouth hung open as I tried to suppress a gasp.

Tiffany was seductively smirking at my boyfriend whose eyes had grown wide in shock. He was taking a quick glance at me. His face spoke of panic as Tiffany said, “A dare is a dare, right?”

With that being said she pressed her lips onto my boyfriend’s, making my heart sink. And those 10 seconds were the hardest 10 seconds of my life.

1

I swallowed hard although my mouth was completely dry

2

I tried looking away, but I couldn’t 

3

My blood started to boil as I watched Tiffany eagerly kiss my boyfriend

4

My cheeks grew bright red as anger filled every inch of my body

5

I wanted to rip my heart out just so it wouldn’t hurt that much

6

I wanted to yell for them to stop but I had to sit here in silence

7

My hands started to shake with anger as they were clenched into fists

8

My eyes got watery and the first tears were about to spill

9

I decided to get up and leave, not being able to bear this anymore

10

I lef-

Dan pushed Tiffany off his body right before I could get up to leave.

“Y/N is my girlfriend!” he shouted and all eyes suddenly landed on me.

NCT 127 + Ten Reaction to: A Girl Joining The Group

@thekpophut hope you enjoy! ~

Edit: also @lol-i-have-know-idea ty for pointing out I forgot Ten lol!! I keep getting confused w all the members … I might need need to cut back on the no. I write for … >.< but ty, seriously!


Taeil: He’s super … awkward. He wants to be a loving big bro but isn’t good at expressing his emotions so he’s distant. He’s very loving though and gives good advice, you just need to approach him first. Won’t stop you doing what you want e.g going to a party. But he does warn you about not getting too drunk or going home with a stranger. And is willing to wait up and be your ride, if you need one. Also willing to help you entertainment wise, in any way he can. But like with your personal life, you need to approach him first.

Originally posted by taei

Johnny: Acts like he’s an innocent big brother but secretly, just between you two, he’s the “cool” bro. He hooks you up with his hot friends and sneaks you alcohol if you’re of legal age. While the others may say “Oh that skirt is too short,” he’s the one who smuggles the skirt out so you pass by the others in jeans but change into it in the car on the way to the party. Oh, yeah about those parties … Any one that he dj’s, he invites you to (one again, only if you’re legal age). Johnny doesn’t shelter or coddle you. If you’re not practicing hard enough then he’ll definitely tell you off. And he’ll also slip you dental dams/condoms and warn you about safe sex too. There’s no nonsense with him haha.

Originally posted by withsuh

Taeyong: Is warm and inviting. Makes sure to include you in all their gags and games, treating you like one of the boys but also … not. He includes you but treats you like a delicate flower, yelling at the others if they hit you with a ball or curse around you. He just wants to protect you, esp. as you face a lot of haters, being the only girl in the group.

Originally posted by neotechs

Yuta: ”Oh great, another member. Just what NCT is lacking!” he jokes. It’s an antagonistic brother-sister relationship, where you act like enemies but he would fight anyone who hurt your feelings. Ok, maybe not fight, but he would definitely sass them out. On shows, he always says snappy remarks to your haters that leave the viewers in stitches.

Originally posted by nkmtos

Doyoung: Tries too hard to seem friendly and welcoming, to the point where it’s awkward. But once you get used to each other, he’s less awkward to talk to. Wants to be the one to help you fit in so if you form the strongest bond with him, he’ll be really chuffed.

“I already have a brother and now I have a sister,” he says fondly, whenever an interviewer asks about you.

Originally posted by doyoungce

Ten: Immediately calls you his “sister.” He’ll always drag you along to play games or cook, so you’re not bored or feeling excluded. He ensures that you fit in quickly. And hardly even notices that you’re a girl. He’s comfortable enough around you to even fart and not wash his hands lol

Originally posted by tenchittaphonsnose

Jaehyun: May be a little flirtatious but only in a friendly way, to boost your confidence. He knows that SM would murder you both if there was a romantic relationship so his comments are strictly platonic, meant to encourage you.

“Don’t worry about the anti’s! You’re beautiful and talented. You make the rest of us look worthless ~”

Originally posted by yonges

Winwin: Takes super good care of you. Knows that being an idol requires hard work and as the only female, you’ll be under even worse scrutiny than the others. So can be a harsh critic of your dancing skills but when you practice hard and impress him, he’ll treat you to ice cream. It’s a very “firm but loving older brother” relationship.

Originally posted by yutaejpg

Mark: Tries to act like you’re just another group member BUT YOU’RE NOT YOU’RE A GIRL OMG WHAT SHOULD HE DO??!?!?!?!? Will take some time to relax around you, since he’s overly conscious of the gender difference. But once he relaxes, he stops seeing you as a girl and more as a member of NCT.

Originally posted by beautaeilful

Haechan: If you’re younger, he will take pleasure in teasing and annoying you. Pulling your hair, flicking your ear, making smart remarks about “Oh this move is too hard for a girl” or “Should we really say things like this in front of a weak girl?” But he’s only doing it to annoy you and not bc he actually believes that girls are worth less than boys.

Originally posted by haenyan

If you’re older, he’s all sugar and spice and everything nice. He’s a perfect angel, always complimenting you and being polite. He’s doing it so you will buy him things and to ensure that he’s your favourite member.

“Noona, I love you.”
“I love you too, Haechannie. That’s why you’re my favourite member!”
*smug smirk*

Originally posted by donghyukslee

anonymous asked:

Any headcanons you have on being close friends with Modern!AU Hamilsquad? (^.^)

boss’ memo : i think this is one of the first straight up platonic requests i’ve had !! very nice!!!!

Originally posted by clinatasha


  • hercules might not carry a bag, but he honestly has anything you could ever ask for just in his pockets. need a phone charger? he’s gotcha. bandaids? yeah. gloves? yep. bubble wrap? mm-hmm. he makes for an excellent Parent Friend! he’s the one who also lets everyone just come and hangout at his house. it’s pretty cool of him! he goes long periods without making any puns, but whenever one of the others says one (usually john) he’s quick to start firing them off in rapid succession, and can go on for an hour or two or five.
    • you can always vent to him ! also, if you’re a really close friend of yours, he might actually open up to you!
      • for all that he talks, he never really reveals more about himself other than the standard instruction… he’s one of those friends that, when you take a step back, you realize that you don’t actually know that much about him,,
    • if you mess up on something or accidentally hurt the feelings of one of the others, hercules will make sure that the problem gets solved,,, he doesn’t want anyone to split the friend group nor does he like drama
  • lafayette is that one friend who likes to ask you for favors constantly, but you can’t ever really dislike him for it because he always does his best to make life easier for you,, he likes to playfully tease you and the others and may bond with you over being salty about someone / something,, he’s got info on everyone,,, 
    • if you’re the type to make big, wild plans about anything, he’ll usually tag along and support you so long that it doesn’t get either of you hurt,, he’s your partner in crime !!
      • (and if you ask him for any favors, he’s glad to do them for you!!)
    • if you ever get into any hobby or game or media–lafayette also supports you there !! he’ll probably join you and will be three times as enthusiastic about whatever it is that you like
    • like hercules, you can tell he really likes you if he shares what’s going on in his mind!!
  • alex has lots of friends but only a few close ones,, if he’s listening to you talk, it’s a clear sign that he thinks highly of you–you don’t even have to fight for his attention, ‘cause if you’re close enough to him, when you speak? he listens and absorbs your every word (he’s one of those sainted people who will help suggest a word or thought if you can’t think of one)
    • he might love you as a friend, but he’s super competitive and you can bet that he’ll laugh happily if he wins over you in any game, ever,,, he might flaunt the victory in your face but he means it with love
      • in a similar sense, he will reply with any typos you make and might just make them into inside jokes
      • (you have so many inside jokes with him you can honestly just talk purely in them,, s’like your own language!)
    • a lot of your friendship with him is playful bantering–it’s lots of fun when you’re in the same room as him with lafayette
  • john’s a protective friend through and through, and if he gets wind that you’ve ever been picked on or bullied you can expect him to Get Mean about the other person,, just because he’s a sweetheart for you doesn’t mean he’ll be the same towards anyone who’s wronged you,,,, he doesn’t forgive easily and if you’re trying to make amends with someone who’s previously hurt you, you can expect him to flat out inform them that he’s watching. and he doesn’t trust them.
    • he’s really good for late night talks,,, he doesn’t often give out advice but when he does it’s pretty useful !! john will often just end up listening and comforting you if you vent to him, might also exchange a similar experience that he’s had! he’s not afraid to share !
    • he likes to steal your food (with permission!! give it once and you’ve created a food stealing monster) 
    • he’s quick to become upset and while he holds grudges, past a certain point of friendship with him, he becomes more forgiving and more likely to be sympathetic towards you,,
      • in general, you don’t really have to worry about him being upset at you for too long because if you already know the others then it’s a clear sign john wants you as a friend for life. (plus, herc is always quick to sort things out)
  • most of your time is spent at hercules’ house, each of you doing separate activities (or maybe two or three of you are playing a game with the others watching). but generally, a lot of the time in your friendship with each other is just… enjoying each other’s presence, really!
  • platonic and sarcastic “i love you”s are frequent and sometimes hilarious
spoilers all over: ffxv and the symbology of sleep

I had an Anonnie ask me for headcanons about sharing a bed (as in sleeping) with Ardyn, and while listening to the FFXV piano collections this morning and contemplating all the themes, this really made me want to elaborate on the theme of sleep, and the juxtaposition with light in the game, because this has been in my mind so much recently. 

I know many more clever people have already dealt with this before but I’m just throwing in my two cents.

On the surface, there are a lot of references to sleep straight away; the theme we hear first when we start the game, playing in the main menu is called Somnus (lat. sleep); Noctis (lat. night) is the prince of Lucis (lat. light), and the citadel is called Insomnia, literally, ‘habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep’.

Now I find it fascinating, that the original idea, that is also still present in the Brotherhood anime, but which unfortunately doesn’t get explored in the game, was that Noctis keeps falling asleep all the time, even during the day. In the beginning of the game, Noctis is, figuratively, still ‘dreaming’ - he’s wayward but unaware of the grand events that are taking place, and his true destiny.

Noctis’ love interest in the story is Luna (lat. moon). FFXV does not only borrow names from Latin, but is also strongly linked to Greek mythology, ie. their world is called Eos, in Greek myths the goddes of the morning star, or, dawn. Luna is also the Roman equivalent of the Greek goddess Selene. 

According to the myths, Selene, the moon goddess, fell in love with a sleeping shepherd (in some variations a hunter, or a king), Endymion. Being immortal herself, she couldn’t bear her lover becoming old and dying. Thus, she asked Zeus (or according to other sources, cast a spell herself) to make Endymion fall asleep, and in his eternal sleep, remain young and immortal. Only in his sleep, could he be together with his beloved.

See where this is going?

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The first major event in the game to wake Noctis from his naive ‘sleep’, is when, while forging a covenant with Leviathan, Luna dies and Noctis is forced to use the power of the Armiger for the first time, thus getting a first glimpse of the power he can possess. The musical composition we hear during the Leviathan fight is aptly named Apocalypsis Noctis, lat. ‘the revelation of the night’, or, ‘the revelation of Noctis’. This is literally the revelation, the awakening for Noctis.

From there on, there is quite literally no turning back, unless you timetravel to the past.

Okay so this is no news to anyone. What I really wanted to talk about, of course, is how this all relates to our favourite Trash Jesus Lucis Caelum, Ardyn.

The name of Insomnia does not make much sense, if you only link it to Regis or Noctis – sure, it can be a nickname for the “city that never sleeps”, Insomnia being a big metropolis – but there’s definitely another layer to it, and that is in direct relation to Ardyn.

The poor man has been cursed with immortality, as he absorbed people’s daemons in his past as a healer, and was subsequently cast aside by the Astrals. All this time, he has only been waiting for Noctis, and he does everything he can to push him to be the King of Light, quite literally pushing the night towards the light.

As the starscourge spreads through the world of Eos, the nights grow longer, until the light of day is completely diminished and the world succumbs into eternal night. Ardyn heads back to Insomnia, to wait for Noctis to become the King of Light, while he sleeps inside the crystal.

The last mission in the game’s storyline, the one where your task is to confront Ardyn, is called The Cure for Insomnia. The name bears more than just a superficial significance though; it obviously plays with the name of the citadel, where you’re headed to defeat Ardyn, but it also holds a strong symbolic meaning: Ardyn will finally be able to rest, to sleep the eternal sleep.

This makes Noctis’ last words to Ardyn so meaningful;

“This time you can rest in peace. Close your eyes… forevermore.”

Having completed the final mission, you have found the “cure for insomnia”; ie. found a way to release Ardyn from the curse. 

This is also why it’s my strong headcanon, that Ardyn does not, or can not, sleep (literally, and I touch upon this in A Man Of No Consequence). He’s been kept awake, alone in the darkness with the daemons, for an eternity, until Noctis, the night, grants him peace, and lays himself to rest as well, to allow for the new dawn of Eos.

I’ve never felt that I have actually been part of a guild. I’m just jumping from guild to guild for the perks while playing alone and I’m so tired of that. I want friends that I can enjoy the game with but I always feel left out because everyone already has eachother.


Syn - I know the feeling. There were few times in the years I’ve spent playing where my guild really felt like a family and usually after a short break they’ve always disbanded. I’m currently guildless and it sucks, you just have to jump until you find the right group that fits you. 

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EXCLUSIVE: Ming-Na Wen, Original Voice of 'Mulan,' Might Have a Role in Disney's Live-Action Remake!

The ABC star added that there is one thing that she’s definitely “hoping for” in the next Mulan. “I would love to have a part in it in some way,” she said. “We’ll see – knock on wood!’

Wen, who continues to voice the role of Mulan on Disney Channel’s Sofia the First and the Disney Infinity video games, dished that she is already having "conversations” about having some kind of role in the film.

“I know the fans really want it and love it. And some of them even go, ‘Well, why don’t you just play Mulan?’ And I’m like, 'Yeah, if it’s Mulan: The Later Years,’” the 53-year-old actress said with a laugh.

When asked which star she’d love to see step into her shoes as Mulan, Wen only has one request: “That she’s Chinese in her heritage.”

She continued, “Even though we’re Pan-Asian, it is specifically a Chinese folklore and I really think that someone with that ethnic background [would] really just add more to the story.”

Wanted to learn a bit more about Banshee Soprana’s design and what better way to do that than spend 9 hours pouring over screenshots nitpicking details? Pose referenced. Such a pretty Warframe!

Sketchless piece: Lines drawn on one layer over a basic pose frame. :) I love doing these, they’re really hard and take forever but it’s pretty satisfying. The pose is under the cut, if you want to see the only “sketch” part of this drawing.

(I haven’t even been playing the game for a month and I’m already going to a con… I’ve got it bad.)

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kenmasan  asked:

kuroken + animal crossing?

“I don’t get it,” Kuroo says, hooking his chin on Kenma’s shoulder. “You shake the trees and money falls out of it?”

“Yeah. Also when you hit the right rock.”

“What the heck. Why isn’t real life like that?”

Kenma huffs in amusement. He shifts his weight back, resting against Kuroo’s chest, feeling warm and slightly sleepy. Kuroo’s visiting for the weekend, and Kenma doesn’t want to miss a single second of it. He’s missed being able to sit like this, close enough to feel Kuroo’s heartbeat, close enough to feel Kuroo’s body heat. It’s so easy to fall back into this comfort, Kenma almost wants to cry.

“Wait, did you name the town Nekoma?”

Kenma presses his lips together, but his cheeks are flaming. Kuroo laughs, the sound low and familiar in Kenma’s ear. He focuses on guiding his avatar back home.

“I want to show you something,” he says. He waits for the loading screen to fade, navigating to the room he’s been carefully designing. When his avatar steps in, he feels more than hears Kuroo gasp.

“Is that… my room?”

Shyly, Kenma nods. “I wanted to keep your room how it was when… when we were kids. I mean, it’s still—it’s still there, but you’re living in the dorms now, and I just…” 

Kuroo sits up, prodding Kenma gently. “You just…?”

Kenma ducks his head. “I wanted to have a piece of you here, too. To keep me company.”

There’s a pause. And then Kuroo is nuzzling his face into Kenma’s neck, tickling him and nearly causing him to drop the game, but Kenma doesn’t mind. He turns and tackles Kuroo back onto the bed with a hug.

“You know,” Kuroo says some time later. They’re lying on their sides now, Kenma’s head pressed into Kuroo’s chest. His DS is still playing the cheerful 7 pm tune, but Kenma’s eyes are barely open now. “Now that I’ve watched you play, I kind of want to get the game myself.”

“Really?”

Kuroo shuffles closer, pressing his lips against Kenma’s forehead. “Mm. That way, I can visit you in that little room you built me, whenever you want, yeah?”

Kenma’s already half asleep, but he drifts off with a smile on his face.

anonymous asked:

How do you think the writers would end C$ and start SQ?

The second part is the easiest one to answer. Emma and Regina’s journey together started in the Pilot. Everything is in place. Everything we have been pointing out over the years was visible to everyone. It may not have clicked, but it wasn’t exactly subtle either. All it takes is the continuation of the build up and eventually a reveal. 

People understand the concept of hiding your sexuality. It wouldn’t take much. I imagine it would take a moment of stress for one of them to confess their feelings or kiss the other… or do something else that makes the romantic nature or component of their love undeniable. If there has to be a conversation it could simply be.

“Why didn’t you…”
“I was… afraid.”

These actresses know how to act. They can talk with their eyes and body. The less exposition, the better. The audience could fill in the blanks. Afraid of rejection, afraid to be out, afraid to be with someone who is from a different social class, ethnicity, world. Afraid to be with the mother of their child, because it has to be serious or not be at all. Afraid to go after what they really want. Afraid to recognize their desires and give into them. These women have plenty of reasons to be afraid of this relationship. It really wouldn’t take much to go there because of all their history.


As for how exactly it could happen… I don’t know! So let’s play a game and look at the possibilities. They love to give clues and repeat bits and pieces of their story, so odds are, we’ll see some scenes we’ve already seen play out… differently or similarly with different characters. I collected some elements from the show that could come into play. I highly recommend this puzzle game and a splash of imagination to really enjoy the possibilities.

First, of course, we have Queen wedding crasher who is still on the loose and we seem to have an upcoming wedding for Hook and Emma. Nothing says high stakes more than taking it to the altar.

We have a fight between ‘the Light One’ and the non-Savior which Emma lost. She was protected by Henry and Regina.

Belle and said Light One had a son in this world…

…much like Belle and the Dark One in our current world. Though he looks a little less cuddly, he is taking after Daddy in terms of Savior sword fighting ambitions. Aw.

Emma’s vision is triggered by Regina being in danger and calling out to her for help. There’s an anguished scream that isn’t part of the current reality, but of the vision. Regina is also the one who almost died the last time Emma lost a sword fight.

When David fought a hooded figure, he was fighting his own fears. So even if someone else is under the hood, the fight likely still symbolizes Emma’s inner battle. The premise of the season is Emma facing her fears and they seem to be connected to Regina.

The show has established a link between marriage and death. Charming’s mother died in the moment he said yes to Snow. Symbolically, when we marry something, we are accepting it. We are no longer in conflict with it and we can let it go. So a marriage between Hook and Emma could be tied in with death symbolism instead of with the romantic meaning of marriage.

While we were shown the wedding between Robin and Zelena and it was even finalized, it was in no way a romantic scene for the bride and groom. It was shot to be all about Regina and Robin. We do not only have Queen wedding crasher, we also have Bandit wedding crasher. Even a wedding between Emma and Hook, depending on how it is shot, can actually advance Emma and Regina’s relationship. Will we find out if Regina absent moniker shares the other versions’ secret hobby? Three times and you score a Charming? Note that this scene is another example of a wedding that was directly followed by a death.

Regina sacrifices herself to save Henry - and by extension Emma instead of going after Robin.

Ruby commits to Peter for all the nights to come - sounding much like wedding vows - but then she turns around and eats him just when he thought she was his. Which actually turned in its own post, but it was a spin-off from responding to this ask.

The sword fight ended with a sacrifice and a return to another realm, Storybrooke… which I suspect will also come into play seeing how we are supposed to cycle through many different realms this season. At some point it would have to come to a halt.

Oh… and then there is also this triangle that is just begging for a third kiss, don’t you think? So maybe we can fit that in there somewhere as well.


So, no coherent theory, but there are… precedents for many things. A marriage isn’t a marriage. A death isn’t a death. Nothing is what it seems at first sight. So let’s see what happens.

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Anonymous said: Perfect ! So~ for your first writing I could propose you this scenario : You work on bts staff and once you have dinner together in a restaurent (staff and bangtan ) you are sitting next to Yoongi and he begins to fingering under the table with everybody around you Hope it’s ok ;)

Warnings: SMUTTY, alcohol use, language

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You let out a deep breath as you took your seat at the large dinner table.  The staff and all of BTS were out celebrating their success on their latest album.  Normally you wouldn’t feel so bad, you were used to being around them, for god’s sake you were even used to touching them.  You were doing at least 3 of their hair every other day. 

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i cant believe i successfully streamed the entire 12 hours of knk’s vlive broadcast yesterday, it was really crazy. 

  • in a nutshell the boys were themselves as usual, i love their interactions because it just shows theyre one nice giant cuddly fam.
  • it was cute how they followed a schedule and had a bell ring to signal game time  
  • sometimes you’d think ‘are seungjun n heejun rly close?’ and you see heejun resting his head on seungjun’s stomach and tapping his leg, just so cuddled up against him.. he even fell asleep on seungjun’s knee lmao +their reaction to fifty shades of grey advertisement was super funny!!
  • KOKO IS THE CUTEST PUPPY TO EXIST  like it was so cute to see knk cherishing koko, playing with her, stroking her, playing tricks with her, and you can tell koko loves being with the members too;; 
  • they played were playing a horror game ‘Emily Wants to Play’ i think? and when she appeared on screen everyone flipped out except youjin it was hilarious bc he really looked like he didnt give a shit lmfao
  • youjin was such a parent lmfao he looked kinda done in the first hour already but being the caring dad he is, he lets his kids play cart rider on his laptop and all sort of other games. there were many times he kept reminding tinkerbell (knk’s fandom name!) to make sure our phones werent overheating from streaming and assured us their own broadcast camera wasnt going to ‘explode’ lmao (they even kept ice on the camera). he kept being teased by heejun bout his ‘youjin mochi’ nickname. when he got tired he went into the tent and the maknae line just piled on him and squished him lmao 
  • heejun’s soothing vocals and guitar?? i’d watch him do that any day. this boy is really so multi talented 
  • damn inseong’s vocals too and when he sang ‘hurricane’ again i kinda teared up because lord and anyway he kept eating as usual lmao he’s the true foodie in the group (seungjun too actually,, I YELLED WHEN THEY WERE EATING MACAROONS AT LIKE 4AM IN THE MORNING)
  • seungjun deadass brought his entire harry potter costume over, and the usual, his wand, to do spells (which the members entertain him by reacting to his ‘spells’)
  • LISTEN. INSEONG BOUGHT 5 SETS OF MICKEY MOUSE PANTS AS PART OF THEIR PYJAMAS FROM THE MART LIKE HOW CUTE IS HE
  •  they played cart rider a lot on youjin’s laptop and even played with tinkerbells on the game (youjin revealed his gaming ID and set a password for tinkerbells to enter the gaming room on cart rider) 
  • TWISTER WAS SO WILD LOL one of the funniest moment was when inseong’s leg was in between seungjun’s and seungjun felt it was weird and they all start cracking up and jihun couldnt stand the erotic feeling because of them and threw his jacket over their ‘erotic position’ lmao
  • i dont think tinkerbells were aware that there was a goal that knk had in mind in the first 6 hours? not sure when they announced they wanted 5 million hearts so that they can have a mini concert  B UT WE MADE IT!!! the last hour of the broadcast everyone kept tapping like crazy and the boys were watching the hearts go up too, expressing their joy the moment it reached 5m hearts ;;; they were so happy and it was so worthwhile to stay up and tap hearts for them!!
  • basically there was a lot of gaming, talking, squishing each other in the tent while lying down, eating, playing with koko, resting on each other, laughing, and it was all rly cute honestly knk gives off a warm feeling 
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Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

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Summary: The Whisper Challenge is the stupidest thing to exist.

Warnings: Cursing, because we all know I can’t contain myself.

Word Count: 3,887 (THIS WAS NOT MY INTENTION. IT WAS MEANT TO BE A SHORT DRABBLE.)

A/N: Jesus Christ, I’m literally garbage. Here I am, take me away, throw me into the dumpster. Or better yet, an incinerator. This is dumb. It’s trash. Also, I sat down in front of my piano to write something for this and I’m mad at myself because IT’S MISSING SO MANY PIECES AND I’M NOT OKAY WITH THAT. Another also, MY FAVORITE NERD IN THE WORLD is gonna slaughter y’all with the best writing in the world (as expected) AND I AM STILL YELLING ABOUT IT (also as expected) BECAUSE SHE’S SO AMAZING AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH (y’all expected that too, right? LIKE YOU GUYS I CAN’T COMPREHEND HOW MUCH I LOVE HER. I also love love love love love love all of you that actually bother to read my shit like it’s not even that great and like I always say I’m legit SHoooOooOOOOOOK ‘cause of it like I really don’t get it you guys are amazing what did I do to deserve you guys????????

PS: GO TEAM, NICE WORK!!

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“Holy fuck,” you muttered, staring down at it just sitting on the edge of your bathtub. “What the hell?”

Nope, nope, nope. This was insane. It wasn’t happening. That was wrong, oh, so wrong.

But wait, come to think of it, maybe– No. Not right. Nope. It was incorrect, false, a lie. None of it was true. There was a glitch in the matrix and this was its mistake.

It was impossible. You had taken every single precaution to ensure that this wouldn’t happen. Lin was busy working on his latest work about some lame dude (Babe, how do you go from writing about barrio life to– I hear rap songs in this biography, okay? Trust me on this!), and you were too overcome with the responsibilities of being the new editor-in-chief of your very own magazine. There wasn’t enough time for this. The two of you had decided it was best to wait until the time was right, until the hype of your brand new lives had died down, until you had enough time to do this.

Now was not the time.

Lin wasn’t due home for a while, as his schedule practically had him living in the theater. And that was another thing. The two of you barely had time together, so when the fuck did this happen?

You sat on your bathroom floor against the bathtub and held your head in your hands, wracking your brain for answers because this was just not happening right now. Thinking back to the last time, you furrowed your brows, confused and at a loss for words, and your mouth remained agape for all of three seconds until you felt the dire need to heave into the open toilet bowl in front of you.

“For Christ’s sake,” you groaned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

While part of you was over the moon, the rest of you just couldn’t handle it. Not just because this was all wrong timing, but because you believed it was impossible.

Then again, there was that one time a little over a month ago where the two of you had exactly eight minutes to make up for lost time. It was sloppy and reckless, hands were everywhere, fingers gripping hair, nails digging into flesh, teeth sinking into skin, palms against whatever could steady the two of you, legs hoisted in positions you didn’t know were possible, sounds haphazardly escaping, groans ricocheting against the tiles, names falling from panting mouths.

Oh.

Dear God, that was it.

You were sitting in the room where it happened.

And now, not only were you anxious and filled with apprehension for what was to come, you were also disappointed that the last time something like that happened was more than a month ago. You were told that the first year of married life was filled with moments of not wanting to leave the confines of your bedroom or, at the very least, the four walls of your home. But no, your first year with a plain ring on the fourth finger of your left hand was spent with the two of you just barely seeing each other in passing, sharing quick pecks whenever both of you had thirty seconds of peace, merely texting each other the day’s activities with brief commentary here and there whenever time allowed.

How were you supposed to throw this into the mix?

You spent three more weeks with this little tidbit kept to yourself, not letting a soul know– especially your mother because Lord knows the first thing she’d do is tell the entire world and the last thing you wanted to do was to tell your entire world (ahem, Lin, because let’s be real, he’s the only thing that truly mattered to you) about it. So you just sat back, dealing with the brute of it all by yourself, silently grateful that your husband was either absent or too tired to even realize what was going on. Sure, a small part of you was frustrated that he didn’t pick up on anything, but you just couldn’t blame him. He practically spent the entirety of the time he had at home just shoving handful upon handful of Cheetos in his mouth, frantically pacing back and forth across the small patch of carpet in front of the piano, mumbling stanzas to himself with a furrowed brow. You couldn’t blame him for being so distracted. And plus, this sort of gave you the time to come to terms with it.

And when you finally came to terms with it all, you were excited because this was happening. Even though it was all wrong timing, (but really, was there a right time for it?) this was still something the two of you had always wanted regardless of where life had you at the moment.

Lin had come home on a Thursday night all distraught and exhausted from some cabinet meeting he had with his buddies, immediately collapsing right next to you on the living room loveseat, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Hello to you too,” you greeted with a grin, shutting your laptop and placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

He grunted something in reply and you simply placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head, chuckling quietly to yourself.

“Hey, I had an idea. Ever heard of the Whisper Challenge?” you asked him, watching as your tired husband looked up at you with worsening eyebags.

“No?” he breathed frustratedly. “What’s that got to do with–”

“Come on, come on! Sit up!” You opened up your laptop again and typed ‘Whisper Challenge rules’ into Google’s search box and hit enter. “See? So we both take turns trying to guess what the other is whispering or… mouthing, it says here. It’ll be fun?”

“How is it supposed to be fun? I mean, we’d be able to hear each other whispering.”

“No no, that’s where the headphones come in,” you told him, gesturing to the headphones around his neck. “Whoever’s guessing puts them on while it’s blaring the loudest music you can find, so you’re really stuck just trying to figure out what I’m trying to say.”

“Baby, I’m so tired,” he whined. “Can’t we just do this next time?”

You pouted, giving him the pleading look that always got you what you wanted. (Your sister swears it was the reason why he married you.) “Come on, Lin, please? For me? I’d play the game by myself, but I’d look stupid just mouthing words I already know I’m saying.”

He threw his head back in a hearty laugh and he shook his head. “God, only you could get me to do this.”

“Because you love me,” you quipped, trying to distract him as you turned on your webcam as stealthily as you could. If there was one thing you wanted to capture more than anything, it was Lin’s reaction to this. “Okay, you first.”

“Fine, fine.” He put on his headphones and turned on his music, blasting it so loudly that you were positive your upstairs neighbors could hear Nas playing in his ears.

“Can you hear me?” you asked him in your normal volume.

“What?!” he yelled in reply, sending you nearly falling off the sofa because you didn’t expect him to shout back at you. The corners of his lips pulling upwards into his signature goofy smile and you found yourself grinning right back at him.

You sat there cross-legged right in front of him, stealing a peek at your laptop to ensure it was recording this. After ensuring the dinky webcam was doing its job, you turned back to him and began to mouth ‘Look, a distraction!’

“Lube, a dictator!” he exclaimed excitedly, shooting you a look of confusion as he giggled.

Dear Jesus, this was going to be one hell of a game.

You snorted at his response and quickly shook your head.

“No, no! Look! A distraction!” you mouthed yet again, this time fully enunciating your words.

“Lewd interaction!” Lin fell back onto the armrest of the loveseat and laughed maniacally, holding his sides as he lost control.

“Lin, no! Look! A! Distraction!” There were tears in your eyes from laughing so hard and you were grateful he couldn’t hear your constant snorting.

He quickly took off the headphones and wiped at his eyes. “I have no idea what you’re saying. What the hell were you saying?”

“Look! A distraction!” you repeated for the last time, just barely getting the words out.

“Jesus Christ, what? I thought you were saying–” He couldn’t finish the sentence because the two of you were just cackling out of control at this point. When the laughter subsided a little, he handed you the headphones. “Go ahead, you try it! It’s not as easy as you think, I swear.”

You put the headphones on and gave him a thumbs up, grinding to the rhythm of “Oochie Wally”, doing a silly body roll along to the music.

He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you softly, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks. “God, you’re cute.”

“Go Yoko Ono?” you answered, cocking your head to the side in uncertainty. “Go… yellow?”

“Oh my God, no no no,” he snickered, shaking his head. “That wasn’t my phrase!”

“Thank you, West Wing?”

Lin practically slid off the sofa in a fit of laughter, throwing his hands up in defeat. 

“This is hopeless, for fuck’s sake.” He was already sitting on the floor, looking up at you, chuckling uncontrollably, unable to catch a beat to breathe for a little. “T-take off the headphones, babe, please.” He motioned for you to do as he told you and you did so with a nod.

“I have no fucking clue what you were saying,” you told him, the quiet of the room in comparison to the music blaring in your ears taking you aback for a moment.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to come up with a phrase.”

“Wait, so what was it you were saying? That means I didn’t even get a full turn–”

“No, no, no, I’m not having you guess again, Y/N. You’re horrible at this!”

You reached out for his hand and pulled him back up to the sofa, still giggling like the fools you were. “Alright then, fine. You do it again.”

“Y/N, come on, I think we’ve proven that we’re not good at this game.” He raised his arms above his head and stretched, letting out a long yawn.

“Just one more?” you asked him softly, placing a hand on his knee.

He gruffed dramatically and took the headphones from your lap, immediately putting them on. “Last one.”

You were trembling with giddiness, limbs not knowing whether to stay inside the vehicle at all times or outside to let them flail about. With your hands covering you mouth, you shielded a cheesy grin from him and squirmed for a moment, trying to figure out how to break the news to him.

This was it. This was the moment that would change your lives forever. This was the time that would alter reality for the two of you.

For a brief moment, you simply sat there and smiled at him, admiring his obliviousness, watching as his head bobbed to the rhythm of the music. For all of ten seconds, you let yourself think back to a memory that always made your heart burst at the seams.

“He’d be the type of person that couldn’t contain his emotions,” you said with a giggle. “Bouncy and giddy all the time, rambling about anything and everything.”

“I feel like that’s your way of telling me I’m obnoxious…”

“Not so much obnoxious, just… enthusiastic. You’re enthusiastic.”

“Yeah, well she’d also be a master of words because– Psh, look at us, babe. Need I say more?”

“Jesus, our kid’s gonna be the craziest combination in the world.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “And we’re gonna be the luckiest people to exist because of it.”

You took a deep breath and held it for a beat before exhaling, mouthing ‘Hi daddy!’ as best as you could.

“Haddock… Ad-lib? I– I’m not getting what you’re saying.”

Once again, you mouthed the phrase, emphasizing each and every letter of the two words.

“If you’re saying, ‘Hi Daddy’, then you could just take it right into the bedroom…” Lin shot you a devilish look, flashing you a conniving grin before breaking into a chuckle.

You quickly shook your head and laughed. “No no, hi daddy!”

Yikes, maybe that wasn’t the phrase to say. Those two words could be easily convoluted, especially with his new lack of hearing. But it was far too late at this point. You’d already said it. He’s already caught on, and he knew what you said.

Lin took off his headphones and looked at you in complete and utter confusion, still roaring with laughter. “Are you saying ‘hi daddy’? What the heck?”

All you did was nod, absentmindedly biting your cheeks to keep yourself from squealing.

“Why that phrase? Hi Daddy? What?” His laughter died down and he stared at you, not quite understanding the significance of the two words. “Either I’m exhausted to the point where I can’t see the obvious or you’re being really vague and I still have complete control of my brain.”

Well, now was the moment to really say it. This was the moment you’d spent days dreading, only to become the most excited person to exist.

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you whispered softly, almost unable to speak because the sheer excitement was too much to handle. “I’m pregnant, Lin.”

His face dropped, mouth hanging wide open, eyes tripling in size. “What?!”

You just beamed at him in reply, too speechless to elaborate any further.

“I’m– Oh my God, babe, that’s amazing!” He immediately grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I’m– We’re gonna have a baby?” His tone was still incredulous, not that you could blame him because this was the last thing either of you had anticipated.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you repeated, the tears of joy already pricking your eyes.

He pulled away and kissed you over and over again, placing a hand on your stomach. “Oh my God, that’s… my kid’s in there!” Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your stomach before looking back up at you. “Jesus Christ, I love you so much. You’re incredible.”

“I love you,” you murmured in reply, cupping his cheek as you pecked his lips. “We’re having a baby.”

For a moment, both of you sat in each other’s arms in silence, quietly basking in the fact that in just a matter of months, it would no longer be the two of you. This time next year, you’d be sitting on the very same sofa with a little bundle in your arms, marveling at its little nose, tickling its little feet, kissing its little hands. Lin would sing the little one lullabies, waltzing with the baby, lulling it to sleep. You’d go on family outings to the park, babbling back at a gurgling infant, overdramatically describing everything its eyes could see. Both of your families would gush over the newest member of the family, arguing over who would get to hold it first, posting countless pictures of the baby on all social media platforms, claiming the tiny human possessed their chin, their hairline, their fingertips. You and Lin would spend every night with hearts so full of love, disregarding the exhaustion a new infant would entail.

This was a dream come true.

Two and a half months later when your bump made its appearance, Lin was working on your laptop (I left mine at Lac’s, I’ll be fast! I just need to type this out!) and he stopped you just as you were on your way to the office.

“Babe, what’s this?” He asked you, beckoning you over to the kitchen.

It was the video you’d recorded that night.

“Oh! That’s the little Whisper challenge we did when I told you about the little bean,” you answered.

“You recorded the whole thing?”

“Well, yeah, I wanted to capture the moment I told you. For reasons.” You walked back over to the front door and grabbed your shoes from the coat closet. “I have to stop by the office and pick up some things, but I’ll be back.”

Lin walked over to you and kissed you goodbye. “Okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

You walked out the door and headed towards the subway, taking the A down to your office in Chelsea. While you sat impatiently on the car underground, you pulled out your phone and checked your notifications, bringing up your Twitter app when you saw Lin had posted a video, tagging you in it.

@Lin_Manuel: And here we have raw footage of me discovering that my wife and I had created a human! Coming November 2015!

There was the tail-end of the video, the moment when you teared up and Lin wouldn’t stop cheering. The mere sight of his reaction again made you cry yet again, and you blamed it on the hormones that were making you too emotional to function.

The world was on the journey with the two of you, congratulating you in the comments section of every single picture or video Lin posted on social media, giving you guys name suggestions (I don’t know, Rocco is a really cool name– Absolutely not, Lin, we’re not naming our child Rocco. Are you insane?), answering any questions Lin had asked in regards to where to buy random foods at all hours of the night because of your incessant cravings.

He’d insisted on taking a picture every day during your pregnancy to document how insane it was that you were carrying a real human inside. Despite your disdain for pictures on some days, (Lin, I look like a fucking whale– God, you’re beautiful.) you humored him, allowing him to capture the growth of the little one the two of you created.

When the time had come, you were cursing at him left and right because he wanted to take one last picture before the baby arrived, and after remembering how much of a bitch you were on some days, you gave in and forced a smile as he snapped the picture.

Noelle Grace Miranda was born one chilly day in November, rising earlier than the sun, greeting the little doves with her own song.

Upon her arrival at home, like the tradition it became for the past six months, Lin took another picture, this time with the three of you in the shot. You cradled your new bundle of joy in your arms, looking down at her as Lin draped an arm across your shoulder, his free hand caressing Noelle’s little head.

You didn’t know what the point of the pictures were, and you simply assumed he just wanted to capture every single moment from the time he found out he was going to be a father to the time he actually became one. So you were shocked when he told you to join him by the piano with the baby.

“I um,” he started, smiling at the two loves of his life before him. “You recorded the minute I found out I was gonna be a dad, so now I want to commemorate this new part of our life with this.”

“What?”

“Shh, just wait,” he replied with a chuckle. In front of him was a camera propped up on its tripod, set up and ready to go. He beamed right at it and clasped his hands together before positioning his fingers on the ivory keys. From C-sharp major seven, he played a tune in 12/8 time, his left knee bouncing up and down as he felt out the rhythm. His fingers found their way to E-flat minor, then to G-flat major nine, ending the riff at A-flat over the previous chord.

You cradled your little one as you sat right next to him on the piano bench, not too sure what to expect.

“I’ll be honest,” he began to sing. “I didn’t think we had the time. Your mama, she’s a busy one, and papa, well, he’s trying to make something out of someone. Just so happened we made you too. You weren’t a part of the plan yet, but thank God we got you.” Lin’s eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself in the song. “I will try to show you the meaning of happiness. We’ll both learn how to be the best we can be. I’ll make the world open all the doors for you because you… have opened a million new doors for me.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you watched on, gazing adoringly at your husband, your heart growing an infinite amount with every note he sang.

You smile, for a moment, I can’t breathe. Can’t help but wonder what life’s got in store. I’m not prepared to watch you grow into who you’re destined to be, so stay my little one until I’m ready. But I will learn to grow with you as the days go by, and we will figure out our brand new life. I know I’ll make mistakes along the way, but I can promise that no matter what the world will bring, I promise, I’ll hold your hand through everything, I promise that there is nothing more that I will ever do… than to make sure I’m the very best for you.

There was a bit of an interlude and Lin’s fingers danced up and down the keys, his eyes now open and gazing down at the tiny creation you held in your arms.

I promise that there’s nothing more that I will ever do,” he sang softly, his eyes welling up. “Than to make sure life’s the very best for you.

He ended the song with a major-seven arpeggio, letting the chord ring out until it faded before reaching up to stop the recording.

“Lin, I’m–” you couldn’t speak, too speechless to make anything else leave the safehaven of your lips.

“Thank you for the best gift the world has ever given me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then to Noelle’s. “I love you guys so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

The next day, Lin posted the video of the song on YouTube, linking it to his Twitter and Facebook. Not only was it a video of him singing Noelle’s new lullaby, but it was a montage of all the pictures he’d taken through every step of your journey to parenthood. At the end of it all, there was a picture of your newborn with a caption of her full name and birthdate. Underneath, a note from Lin to his daughter.

My little one, I promise to lay a strong enough foundation. I’ll give you the entire world. I’ll do whatever it takes to make the world safe and sound for you. I can’t wait to see you blow us all away someday. My little love, you are my entire world.

Te amo, mi amorcita.

Siempre,
Papa