Hi! I love your blog, and your aesthetic, and the Braxton Legacy, but there's one thing that slightly bothers - I'm not trying to troll, I swear, I just wanted to give some constructive feedback: Isn't Sam, like, way too eager to place all the blame off her failed relationship with Jonathan on him? Didn't she, y'know, cheat on him with Caleb? And I LOVE Sam and Caleb together, but I do find it a little unfair to J.
Hi there, nonny! First of all, thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoy my blog :^) Now secondly, I’m sorry you feel like that’s what’s going on in the story! I have definitely never intended on making Sam act like everything is Johnathan’s fault - because it really isn’t. In my book, cheating is never okay so I totally understand where you’re coming from. I probably should’ve thrown in an apology from Sam in the conversation… but I honestly forgot, oops. This scene was kind of thrown in for people to soften up a bit as people really seemed to dislike Johnathan (with good reason haha). Anyway, Samantha doesn’t think that it’s all his fault and she’s aware that she’s definitely not perfect at all!
I hope all this rambling made sense, yikes. Thank you again! ♡
"Hey Stiles, do you dare me to poke that creepy Alpha guy Scott told us to stay away from?" "WHAT?! No?! Why the hell would I dare you to-?" "I can't believe you're daring me to poke him right now." "Y/n I literally have no idea where you're getting this from, I even didn't say anything remotely like-" "Jeez! Okay, fine. I'm gonna do it. Sit tight. I'll right back." "nO! Y/N I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP-!"
“Hey Stiles do you totally dare me to go over there and poke that creepy alpha Scott told us to avoid at all costs?” “WHAT?! No?! Why the hell would I dare you to-” “I can’t believe you’re actually daring me to go poke that creepy alpha right now.” “Y/n I literally have no idea where you’re getting this from. I haven’t said a single thing about-” “Ugh! Okay fine, I’ll do it Stilinski! Sit tight, I’ll be right back.” “nO! WHAT ARE YOU- ?! Y/N I SWEAR TO GOD YOU BETTER NOT TAKE ANOTHER STEP!”
I got two versions of this, so here.
“Or else you’ll what, Stiles?”
Stiles chuckled nervously, wagging a finger in your direction. “Oh, ho, ho, ho…. You,” the finger started wagging closer to your face as his voice lowered to a sarcastic hiss. “You just don’t want to find that out.”
“Nope.” He shook his head, barely letting you get your retorts out before he countered them.
“Because I’m pretty sure I do.”
“No, not at all.”
“….Because why, Stiles?!” You had begun to gesture sharply, your voice a low hiss to avoid creepy alpha dude overhearing.
“Because!” He sounded like he had stated the obvious, with a thick topping of exasperation.
“That’s not an answer.”
“No it’s not.”
“So totally enough.”
A long silence sat between you two, your hands on your hips as you stared him down, finally breaking the silence after an awkwardly long time. “Well, too bad.” You leaned in close to his face and smirked. “I’m gonna go poke the alpha.”
“You’re gonna go poke the alpha?”
“I’m gonna go poke the creepy alpha!”
“Well, get ready, because now’s your chance - he’s headed right toward us.”
As you both ran shrieking from the school, you shouted, “This is all your fault, Stilinski!”
“Me?! What did I do?!” He was gasping for breath as you both sprinted.
The two of you shouted back and forth as you ran deeper into the woods.
older people talk about ‘getting houses’ so freely I swear all of their youth stories go like ‘we were then living in that house-’ “we bought a different house-’ ‘we got a different apartment-’ like how do you just get a house??? they were raising 5 kids??? how fucked did the economy get?? I’m thinking of the ownership of a studio or one room apartment like some holy grail of fortune???
it's been a hell of a week, but here's to the weekend
Okay, guys, so I had the worst week in the history of worst weeks, but it’s the weekend now and next week is a brand new start, am I right?
Anyway, I just wanted to tell you guys that I love you very much, and I hope you have a great weekend! Stop by my ask if you want to talk because I would love to! Here’s you some fic recs in case you’re kinda bored:
When the Smoke Cleared | A semi-monster hunt goes wrong and Thalia is forced to deal with a concussed Percy. Along the way, she learns a few things. Set between Sea of Monsters and Titan’s Curse.
I Didn’t Need To Hear That | An accident with Aphrodite goes wrong and Percy and Annabeth can hear each other’s thoughts. Well this makes secretly being in love with your best friend awkward… (This hasn’t been updated in like three years, but it’s soooo good)
The Quest For The Cestus Apple | A story where Annabeth Chase eats a mystical fruit that makes her fall madly in love with the first person she sees. Now Percy Jackson must find a cure to get his best friend back, survive another myth and discover the ambiguities of love and passion.
Your Hand In Mine | Annabeth’s the girl who hardly ever loses a race, and Percy’s the new kid who doesn’t have time for track team. It’s a love story waiting to happen. AU.
Matched | A match made in the Ark is put to test on the ground. (Or, where the Ark matched people up together, and Bellamy and Clarke are like the strongest match ever. Then they get to the ground.)
The Punishment | (Where Bellamy takes the punishment for Finn just because he doesn’t want Clarke to watch Finn get hurt. And then he’s so wrong.)
Inconceivable | "Well,“ Bellamy says dryly, "this whole diplomacy thing sure is going great.” (Or the one where they have to do it bc of grounder tradition.)
Blank Canvases | “You mean to tell me that Clarke Griffin was going to get me drunk so she could take advantage of me?”—Bellamy and Clarke take part in a Grounder custom that involves body paint. Lots and lots of it.
Hey Summer, what's your favorite memory about Yang? (Asked by anon)
Summer, turns from looking out from the cliff's edge, looks a little shocked that she got a question:
Summer, smiles happily, the sea's wind billowing her cloak, causing rose petals to fly around:
Oh goodness. How do I choose? Aha, well. Let's see.
Summer, pondering, her eyes looking up to the moon, her body reflecting its glow:
Well. There was one moment, where a teeny little Yang made breakfast, unknown to Tai and I.
Summer, laughing a little:
It was absolutely dreadful. Undercooked, overcooked, egg shells still in the dish. I swear I thought Tai was going to spend the next few days in the bathroom.
Summer, smiling with all her heart:
But Yang didn't give up, and after a long time of practice. She became one of the best cooks I've ever met.
Summer, tilts her head a bit, suddenly coming to a realization:
Huh...very similar story to a friend of mine...a Priest's son went through quite the same journey.
Summer, the wind beginning to blow her away, her ghostly apparition turning to petals and flowing away with the wind:
But yes...that, that's my favorite memory of Yang. That's my favorite memory of my oldest daughter...
Yang, sitting next to Summer's grave, hugging onto her knees with her one arm, looking down:
Thank you Summer...thank you...
Sometimes, in order to see the light, you have to risk the dark.
If there's a flaw, it's human. It always is.
The dead don't die. They look on and help.
I'm sorry [muse name], but you're gonna have to run again.
It's funny how all living organisms are alike. When the chips are down, when the pressure is on, every creature on the face of the Earth is interested in one thing and one thing only. Its own survival.
Dig up the past, all you get is dirty.
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
You still have a choice.
I wanna kill my boss.
You sick bastard! You're what makes this a terrible world to live in!
Can you see?
I like you, you've always been nice to me. I'll give you two minutes before I hit the alarm.
Looks like we won't be working together after all.
I'm thinking somebody got away with murder.
You're not gonna kill me?
He set me up. He set me up.
Busy busy busy.
I'm sorry for whatever I'm going to do and I swear I didn't do any of that stuff I did.
Are you reading my mind right now?
I like you. So, I don't wanna have to kick you or hit you with anything hard, but only if you promise to help me.
I'm not being set up. I really am going to kill this man.
Don't you ever say his name!
We don't choose the things we believe in; they choose us.
I call it a gift, for them it was more like a big cosmic joke.
I've never heard of him! But I'm supposed to kill him in less than thirty-six hours.
You don't have to chase me.
You know how many orgies I had as a homicide cop?
You don't want your kids to know terror, then keep them away from me.
You'd better drink this. Soon you won't be able to swallow, and then you'll be totally buggered.
Rated: 14+ (Language, Kind of Violence, Possession, THINGS GET WEIRD)
Note that this is mostly unedited save for going back and putting italics on certain things. I just wrote straight through it.
It was all supposed to be fun and games. After all, Gravity Falls wasn’t real and this was just something to get the fandom riled up. That’s what everyone thought when Alex Hirsch started this whole Cipher Hunt thing. It turns out we were all wrong.
“pinof8 is literally this month” follow conga line
bc who needs a follow train when you’ve got a follow conga line amiright?? I haven’t done one of these in ages but I figured why not because PINOF8 IS LITERALLY THIS MONTH AND I SWEAR PINOF7 WAS YESTERDAY AND I’M REALLY EXCITED OK
~ reblog if ur excited ~ follow me + everyone who reblogs ~ gain new followers that will cry with you when It Happens ~ go watch all the old pinofs bc u love pain