i think it went quite well

Hi, guys!
I went to an English competition yesterday and I’m on a 6th place out of 24! I scored 40/60 points (the highest was 43) and I passed through to the second stage, the speaking, which is tomorrow. Hope to say at least something😂😂
The competition was between the students from the whole speciality (philologists (technical translators)) and I think I’ve done quite well! 🏆
And today was the German competition. I can’t even tell if everything went okay😂

Andddd I’ve decided to treat myself with a coffee and a croissant☺

A (little) Killing Stalking Rant

I’m not sure where to begin, to be quite honest. I just found out that apparently there is a chapter 18 despite everyone thinking there’d be a break after 17 and of course I instantly read it. Now me being my obsessive, overexcited self instantly went into the tag to see what kind of funny shit this precious fandom came up with this time only to be…well disappointed is such a hard word but I kind of am. Not because the jokes were repetitive (they were, but that is not the point) but because the fandom seems to be split in two entirely and I don’t understand why? Or why people have the need to constantly shade one another. 
Anyway, feel free to ignore this, but I’m going to voice some of my (probably unpopular) opinions.

1) Ji eun is a major bitch and I do not understand why people are glorifying her for punching Sangwoo in the face like she is some sort of hero. She didn’t do it for Yoonbum, but to save her own skin. It also didn’t show guts or anything, just her will to live. I wanna bet that all the girls he chopped off before her tried much the same. Nothing special, moving on.

2) That being said, she most certainly is not a bitch for offering to have sex with Yoobum. In a situation like this, live or die, every last one of us would probably offer much more than sex, trust me on this one. Nothing is more precious than survival, it’s in our DNA to do our best. That being said, she is still a bitch for offering to basically RAPE Yoobum to safe her own skin. Bitch is selfish, not a hero. Yoobum obviously wasn’t down for the idea of getting fucked by her.

3) I really do not understand how people are still surprised that most of the fandom ships Sangwoo and Yoobum. Nor why people are surprised that most of the fandom loves Sangwoo. We basically got half of the explanation for this coming from Sangwoo himself in Chapter 18: He’s pretty so people are drawn to him. Where is the big deal? It’s a cartoon, for heavens sakes. It’s not like we have a bunch of real life Harley Quinn’s running around the street. Now for the shipping part, this one REALLY goes over my head. I literally saw comments about getting help and getting Jesus being thrown around and shit like that irks me for many many reasons, but I digress. We see the story through Yoobum’s and Sangwoo’s eyes. OF COURSE WE ARE ROOTING FOR THEM! Not just them as a couple but them as people! I’m 99% sure that we are supposed to! Yoobum loves Sangwoo so we love Sangwoo.
Yoobum loves Sangwoo, so we want him to get Sangwoo.
We love Sangwoo so we want him to be happy.
We love Sangwoo so we want him to succeed in his murder spree. 

I was happy when he killed that asshole in the last chapter and I most certainly am looking forward to seeing Jieun being killed by either of them, really, because that is what Sangwoo (and Yoobum) want and since I see the story through their eyes, I want that to. Does that mean I’m about to go out and start killing people? No, because I faint at the sight of blood and really don’t like the idea of taking someones life. Nor the fact I’d get a lifelong sentence, really. Just throwing it in there for good measures. So, it’s safe to say I’m not going to go on a killing spree anytime soon. Still enjoy the deaths.

4) To elaborate on that. I really, really am surprised how people go into this story disliking Sangwoo and the relationship between him and Yoobum. Like you do realize it’s all about that, right? About Sangwoo getting satisfaction by killing and Yoobum getting satisfaction by being by Sangwoo’s side. This story isn’t about character growth , overcoming your mental illness or getting out of the shit situation you’re in. Quite the contrary. It’s about giving in to those primal urges, this quiet need to kill in the back of every humans head. The story is supposed to make us route for the killer and the psychosis and that sick twisted part of them so we end up questioning just how fragile our and societies morality is. I had Philosophy for for a couple of years and morality was a big part of that. I have my own opinion on morality and how it is a mere illusion anyway but that isn’t the point right now. The point is, let go of your false morality and get off your high horse and enjoy the comic called Killing Stalking for what it is! About two psychopaths giving in to their mental state to stalk and kill their prey together. 

 I mean seriously, what did you expect?!

Ghoul eyes

Things are not going very well these days; Trump became president, my exams went quite bad and I’m really tired lately.
BUT I found some time to draw again! (Also working on Akatsuki no Yona)

Btw I’m pretty much settled to do some orders for prints I think? So I guess you can at least ask which eye set you want? 😂

So everyone likes to think in Potterlock that John’s in Gryffindor and Sherlock’s in Ravenclaw right? But consider when Sherlock was being sorted, this went down:

Hat: well it doesn’t take a genius to realize where you are- wait, hold on.

Sherlock: what?

Hat: oh this is interesting. You’ve been eyeing that Watson boy haven’t you?

Sherlock: w-what?!? No-no I haven’t!

Hat: I’m inside your head Holmes, I can tell when you’re lying.

Sherlock: *sighes* fine. I have…

Hat: well, you’re quite good at deduction eh? Where do you think he’ll end up?

Sherlock: Gryffindor, obviously.

Hat: and I assume you’d like to join him?

Sherlock: you can do that??

Hat: well of course. You can’t exactly sneak in his dormitory when you don’t know the password.

Sherlock: wait, are you implying-


Me: I’m not going to react, I’m not going to become emotional, I will not be irrational, I will keep my cool.

Me 5 seconds later: *screaming* *crying* *destructive* *fighting urges* *suicidal*

Me 2 minutes later: I think that went quite well. Excellent. Bravo.

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

A desire to become a parent doesn’t make you any less lgbt+. 

The reason i write you this is because i used to think it would. I remember a conversation when i was quite little, about a lesbian friend of a family member. The family member went on about her being a “fake lesbian” because her biggest dream was to have a child. It has always been my biggest dream as well and the conversation, despite not being about me, left me with a bad feeling that stayed with me on my journey to accept that i’m not straight. 

I’ve struggled a lot with worries and doubts like “But isn’t wanting kids a sign i must be straight?”, “If i want kids, isn’t that a sign God wants me to marry a man?” or, as i started to research options to become a parent in my situation which are extremely limited in my country “It would be so much easier if i just was normal, why can’t i be normal?”. 

As so often, it felt like i was the only one who felt this way - and that’s why i write this letter, because it’s not true. Many people desire to become parents and among those people, there are lots of people who are lgbt+! Wanting to have kids is a natural and completely normal thing. 

And especially to the very young ones of you: Don’t stress. Allow yourself to dream of any future you want to dream about without analyzing if this somehow disqualifies you from identifying with certain labels. Trust me, it doesn’t. And trust me when i say that you are normal - just the way you are.  

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

How much time and effort you think went into this sword?

I’m guessing quite a fucking lot.

Ohhh so the sword only destroys physical bodies. That’s very Rose.

But Bismuth doesn’t seem happy with that.

Oh god Bismuth is gonna give Steven a weapon to actually shatter gems.

This is not gonna go well.

Huh… it’s like a… piston?

I mean… cool?

Oh for a second I thought these would be actual gems.

They’re just dummies I guess

It’s Been a Long Time

Originally posted by mxavoy

Originally posted by purrdencefangirl



A/N: Ack so please pretend I posted this last night like I wanted to instead of falling asleep.  I was totally gonna post every day but look how well that went.  I do have two stories that I was going to write today, specifically for Halloween day, so I’ll still publish those later I think.  Anyway, this was inspired by a swing ball that I’m in theory going to tonight, so yeah.  It ended up being less Halloweeny and more fluffy, but I quite like it.  Also, I know the song is from the apartment scene in CATWS, but I really liked it and I though it worked well.  Hope you do too!

Tagging @pleasecallmecaptain @mattymattymerduck @writingbarnes @kissofvenom922 @shamvictoria11 @b-orderline @callingmrsbarnes


He feels hopelessly out of place.

Steve had dragged him to this Halloween Swing Ball, promising it’d be just like the “good old days.”  And for Steve, it’s easy enough to pretend.  

For Bucky, it’s impossible.  

He doesn’t remember a lot of things from before his Hydra days, doesn’t remember memories and events and people, but he remembers little things.  The taste of the bread from the Italian bakery down the street.  The smell of perfume, always lingering about him after a night out.  The feel of his old clothes, much more comfortable than the brand new replica clothes Steve had found for him.

And of course, the weight of his metal arm, hanging limply at his side.

He couldn’t pretend.  It wasn’t the good old days, not anymore.

He watches from the side of the room as Steve dances with a pretty redhead, all smiles.  Steve shoots Bucky a look over the girl’s shoulder, nodding his head as if to invite Bucky onto the floor.

Bucky shakes his head and smiles, if only to make sure Steve doesn’t worry too much about him.  The song ends and a swarm of women descends upon Steve, all too happy to claim him as their next partner.

“You know, there’s a distinct shortage of men here tonight and it’s selfish to stand off to the side brooding when there’s plenty of girls without a dancing partner.”

Bucky turns to find you standing next to him, a coy smirk on your face.  He takes in your replica red ‘40s dress that fits perfectly to your body, the way your skirt swishes as you move, the click of your heels as you move ever so slightly closer to him.  Your tone is light, joking, and for some reason, it puts Bucky at ease immediately.

“I think I’d be doing any woman here a disservice to dance with her,” he replies.

“I’m sure she’d get over it,” you toss back.  “Your face would more than make up for it.”

Flirting.  Something new for Bucky.  Or rather something old, something vaguely familiar but utterly foreign.  He struggles to come up with a response, but draws a blank.  The part of his brain that used words to make women go weak in the knees is closed off, silent, unhelpful.

“I’m (Y/N),” you say, breaking the awkward silence.


“Bucky,” you say, rolling the name over your tongue, trying it out.

“Short for Buchanan,” he says, feeling the need to clarify, for some reason.  “My middle name.”

“And what’s your first name?” you smile.  

“That’s not something I usually tell people right away,” he says.

“I see,” you say, arching an eyebrow.  “Well, the night’s still young.”

Bucky’s confused.  Why are you still talking to him when you could be dancing with someone like Steve?

“So, how about a dance?” you ask boldly.  Bucky’s eyes widen.

“With me?” he asks, doing his best to keep his voice even.  You nod.  “I just told you I’m a terrible dancer.”

“And I just told you that you’re cute enough to get away with it,” you smile.  

“The music’s too fast,” he says quickly and there’s a flicker of something in your eyes.  Bucky was trained to read people, trained to watch for these little moments.  Just for a second, your eyes fall as your confidence falters, before you’re able to maintain your serene and confident persona.  He feels a slight twinge in his chest as he recognizes a look that’s all too familiar for him.

“Well if you don’t want to dance with me, all you had to do was say so,” you smile, not as broad as before.

“No, that’s…” Bucky trails off, wishing that his brain didn’t feel so scrambled right now.  “It’s not that I don’t want to dance with you.”

“But you’re a terrible dancer and the music’s too fast,” you reply.  “A girl knows when to take a hint.”

“No, it’s…I don’t normally talk about it,” Bucky says.  And how can he talk about it?  How can he tell you about everything he’s been through, about everything he’s feeling?  About how talking to you has been both the closest he’s felt to being himself again and also a constant reminder of how far he still has to go?

“You don’t need to tell me,” you say and Bucky feels his heart soften.  “You don’t owe me anything.”

“I think I owe you a dance, doll,” Bucky says and as the words slip past his lips, he knows he’s finally said something right.  He sees you smile and there’s something about the way your lips curve upwards that makes him happy.

“Only if you want to,” you say, and he offers you his right hand.  He gestures to the music, which has changed to a new, slower song.

“They even slowed down the music for us,” he says, and the way you smile as he leads you onto the dance floor melts his heart.

Then he realizes that you have to take his other hand, his metal hand, and he starts to panic.  He hadn’t thought this through, hadn’t thought of something to say.  

But you wordlessly slip your right hand into his left, smiling up at him as you both begin to sway for the music.  He waits for a question, a reaction, something.  But it’s almost as if you don’t even notice.

“So, why’d you come here tonight?” you ask.  

“My friend wanted to come,” he answers.  “We used to dance a bit, back in the day.  You?”

“My friend,” you nod.  “She has a thing for men in historical clothing.”

“And what about you?” Bucky says, not sure where his confident replies are coming from.  “How do you feel about all these guys dressed up?”  You smile bemusedly and give him a joking once over.

“I thought it’d be silly,” you say honestly.  “But I have to say, I’m warming up to the idea.  You do look pretty dapper.”

“Well, you’re a knockout in that dress,” Bucky says and he loves the way you smile, a faint blush rushing to your cheeks.  He loves the fact that he was able to put that smile, that blush there.

For the rest of the song, the two of you dance in comfortable silence.  The steps are familiar to Bucky, but he doesn’t want to push his luck with any of the fancier moves he thinks he remembers.  

The song comes to an end and he leans in, his lips next to your ear.

“My first name’s James,” he says.  “James Buchanan Barnes.”  You smile, as if you do in fact realize the significance of what he’s just told you.

“Nice to meet you, James,” you reply softly.  


Shirakawa-Go ✽(′ॢᵕ ‵ *ॢ)✽ஐ

I enjoyed this place so much :3

I daydreamed of going there again last week (o^-^o)

Shirakawa-Go is quite well known I think and might be most famous for the photos showing fully covered in snow during winter :)
It is also beautiful to see during summer :3

The houses are a wonderful example of Wabi-Sabi aesthetics :)
They look simple yet refined :3
The level of craftsmanship that went into making them is great and the ideas that went into these homes are fascinating :3
I admire the craftsmen who put these up and maintain them :)

The lush green fields make for a great contrast between the dark to light brown of the houses walls and roofs :)
There are a lot of hydrangea around the place too :3

I’m thinking about visit it again this year but I’m not sure whether I can make it since I need to visit some friends as well which is important to me :)

Another nice thing about Shirakawa-Go is that you can visit some of the houses, see the attics and take a look out of the windows :)
These windows offer you a great new point of view of the whole arrangement of Shirakawa-Go :)
It is also nice to walk up the surrounding hills to take a look at the village.

I’m looking forward to going back to Japan again this year :3
It has been a dream of mine through my studies ✽(′ॢᵕ ‵ *ॢ)✽ஐ

Last week was kind of nice :)
I enjoyed learning and practicing Japanese with friends and in turn helping them with their German :)
I enjoy helping people (o^-^o) although I admit I enjoy being alone too.
Although I really wish I had a girlfriend to be alone with (-_-)
I have to admit that I’m kind of picky when it comes to girls….
I just wish I had someone who enjoys being with me and whom I can care for and who cares for me.
As someone who is kind of geeky about most things it is kind of difficult to find someone who i compatible with me and those who I like go or went back to Japan.

Otherwise I have fairly little to complain about :)
I have a home can afford my lifestyle and good food :)
So I’m happy :)
Also I’m making small steps on my projects :)
Although I used this weekend to clean my flat to make it ready for the new year (^-^) I enjoy having a clean home (^-^)

Which is why my internal reaction is like that ((((;゚Д゚)))))))
When people enter my flat with their shoes on…
It feels like they are telling me we don’t care about you and the work it took to keep the carpet clean :|
This might surprise people considering I use my flat as a workshop to do woodworking in (^-^;)

I wish everyone a great new week with sweet daydreams and the feeling of a clean home (^-^)/


Max: “I take it he’s mad?”

Elizabeth: “Beyond mad. He could barely look at me. I told you last time we were struggling to conceive. Well, we’ve still had no luck, and we went to the doctors and I have scarring. It might be from the miscarriage. But it could also be from the abortion. I don’t think he’ll ever forgive me.”

Max: “Oh, Beth you’re in quite a muddle. But I forgave you, I’m sure he will too.”

Elizabeth: “Yeah, but you also dumped me. And I’m pretty sure it was because I hid stuff from you.”

My friend's Mother - (nosleep)

This happened to me about six years ago. I was either thirteen or fourteen years old when it happened. My palms are becoming sweaty just from thinking about the story I’m about to tell you, it took quite some courage to start writing this. I guess I’ll try and keep it short.

Back in school I had a good friend named Ryan, and well, he was my only friend. After school we always went to his house to hang out. His house sat almost in the middle of a big grazing field, which mostly worked in our advantage as it gave us a lot of room for playing outside. Since the house was in the middle of the field, you would have to follow a long driveway to get there. But that’s enough description so let’s cut down to the flesh of the story.

It was 20.00 in the evening and a huge fight broke out between my parents and me. I was frustrated and couldn’t stand it any longer so I called Ryan’s house, as I needed to break away from this mess. He picked up the phone and was surprised hearing from me at such a late hour (we were kids back then), but after hearing my story he said I could come over, although he said he was going to be away at football practice until 21.00, so I would have to wait for him.

I agreed.

A mistake.

It was night and it was dark. It didn’t mind the dark, but I never liked the road that led to his house. Its wavy pattern would sometimes make me sick, especially if I was travelling in a car. But now that was not the case, I was on my bike. The disturbing part of this story will not happen on this road, though. It will happen once I reached the house.

Parking my bike by the side of their empty garage, I walked up their front porch and reaching the door, rang the bell. The door opened almost as soon as my finger let go of the button, giving me a jump. There was no wait; it literally opened up almost instantaneously. Then I saw.

It was his mother. I always liked his mother; she was kind, sweet, and always offered her support whenever I felt down.

But I could tell something was wrong with her.

Her usually bright eyes seemed darker. Her hair was not neatly tied in a bun behind her head; it fell upon her shoulders. Before I had the chance to examine her further, something much more unsettling caught my eye. She was smiling.

She did not greet me, or start talking. Just kept smiling and stared right at me.

Feeling very uncomfortable, I asked if everything was all right. “Come inside and have some tea with me,” was her answer. Before I had the chance to answer she went back into the house. It was then that I noticed that she was wearing her bathroom robe. Having neither the disrespect to decline her offer, nor the guts to stay outside in the night, I entered the home and closed the door behind me.

Heading towards the kitchen I could hear her humming a strange tune. The moment I entered, she stopped humming and an overwhelming silence took over. Without waiting for a conversation to start, I took a seat at the kitchen table. She was standing in front of me, with her back turned in my direction. I tried not to look at her and started awkwardly looking around the room, until the tea was ready. I was thinking. Ryan’s mom would always seem warm and loving and eager to talk about anything concerning my school, family life, and anything else. Now she was just silent. Saying nothing. I spent the next five minutes in this deep thought.

And then it occurred to me.

She hadn’t moved at all during the whole time I was in the kitchen. With her back towards me, I could see that her hands were hanging down her shoulders. Her head was tilted to the left. Thinking something was wrong, I stood from the chair and approached her from behind. Making an awful lot of noise while doing so, she did not move a single bit. Carefully I approached her from the right side to look at her face to see if she was all right. The following sight still haunts me to this very day.

Her eyes were wide open and she was smiling.

Being as unsettled as I was, I decided it’d be best to go back home. “I think I better be off now, I have a lot of schoolwork for tomorrow,” I lied, and receiving no answer in return, I headed towards the front door and stepped outside onto the porch. I wasn’t scared, well maybe just a little bit, but mostly I was just weirded the fuck out.

As I was moved down the porch towards my bike, I caught a glimpse of two lights at the far end of the wavy road. It was a car. “Finally,” I thought. Ryan was around ten minutes late. However, as the car was nearing the house, I began wondering who was driving Ryan back from football practice. His dad was at a business trip, and wouldn’t be back for another two weeks. Ryan himself was too young to drive a car so who else? I was getting more and more anxious as the car was nearing the house. Who was driving Ryan back? The car pulled into the garage and stopped. Ryan was the first one to get out, giving me a “What’s up, man?”. But the person who came out of the car next was his mother. She noticed me and asked how everything was.


All this Namjin lately got me drowning in feels and my opt is changing (until Yoonmin/Jikook activates again). So in light of that flirty video of Namjin where Namjoon winks at Soekjin and the guy literally crumbles, here’s a little drabble of how I think this shit went down:

~ Soekjin is the type to shamelessly and openly flirt with others, but that doesn’t necessarily sit well with Namjoon. On the outside, he’s a composed gentleman but on the inside, he’s itching to put Soekjin in his place and teach him where he should draw the line.

~Soekjin, despite his position as the eldest Hyung, is quite playful and he gets along well with those younger than him- especially Jiminie and Jungkook. Jimin would playfully feed his Hyung and Jungkook would have play fights over food with Soekjin. Namjoon knows that it’s all fun and games, but sometimes their hands might wander and Namjoon’s eyes would darken in displeasure.

~ Soekjin is older than Namjoon, both of them knew that. But Namjoon’s position as leader gave him the authority to command certain things. Sometimes it went to his head.

~Namjoon knows Soekjin’s limit, he knows how far he’s willing to go. Despite Soekjin’s shameless flirting, he’s painfully shy when it came to Namjoon. So when Namjoon winked at him, with a scrunched nose and a teasing smile, Soekjin felt weak. He looked away and blushed with a tint of red cascading down his cheeks. He felt mortified, Namjoon just did that in front of their ARMYs knowing that he would react like this.To top it off, he even blew a kiss.

~It was safe to say that Soekjin avoided contact with Namjoon for the time being. 

~Travelling back to the dorms would be completely reversed.Namjoon would sit flush against Soekjin’s side- hands wrapping around the other’s thigh with a dementing smirk. Namjoon would have the upper hand. Since Soekjin was already flushed, Namjoon would tease him with touches and light kisses- so light that Soekjin would barely recognise them. He would be gentle with Soekjin, because that’s someone he truly treasures.

~Namjoon would want to punish Soekjin, but it was safe to say that he himself felt weak to the knees when he saw the other male pout. Sometimes he punished him, but right now, he’d rather devour him.

~Namjoon would be the type to chase after his partner’s orgasm rather than his own. He’d take his time worshipping Soekjin and making him feel loved and on good days like this, Namjoon would litter tiny bites alongside Soekjin’s neck and on the inside of his thigh.

~He’d make love to Soekjin, with the elder’s face buried into a tear-stained pillow. Namjoon would hopelessly admire the way his lover’s back would curve at each thrust. He’d thrive in Soekjin’s moan- knowing that only he could hear them.

~Being the gentleman he is, Namjoon would take care of his Hyung. He would insist. Taking care of Soekjin to him, meant sowing fields for the future. He want to take care of the elder and let him know that he truly did love him.

Originally posted by chimchams

Arthur Miller was on the set, and we were going to film the scene and then quit because of the strike. However, Marilyn kept saying, ‚Just one more, George. I think I can do it better,‘ and finally he told the cameraman to not bother putting any film in, and he went ahead and let her do the scene so that Arthur Miller wouldn’t be embarrassed. Well, Arthur Miller was embarrassed, and Marilyn kept drinking champagne in between takes, but again Cukor did everything he could to appease her and make her feel wanted, because he really saw a lot in her, as other great directors did. She had a certain spark that most people don’t have. - Gene Allen (art director)

in between the s p a c e s (saeran x reader)

summary: not everything is meant to be taken at face value.

Rating: 10+ (usual spoilers LOL)

Notes: ugh. This was a lot better in my mind. LOLOL. I am the kind of person who tries to always ask if someone slept well just cuz my mom always asked me before she went crazy and anyway, there’s a bit of a story behind the inspiration behind this fic which is too long for the tags, ahaha. Also, this is me trying and failing at being poetic and eloquent, LOL. I think i described it as abstract and all over the place? Despite that, I hope you guys enjoy it.

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Alice in Wonderland {Sentence Starters}
  • "I was just wondering if you could help me find my way?"
  • "Oh, by the way, if you'd really like to know, he went that way."
  • "Can you stand on your head?"
  • "If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense."
  • "But didn't you just say - I mean - Oh, dear!"
  • "Oh, that's quite all right. One moment please."
  • "Well, I haven't had any yet, so I can't very well take more."
  • "Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here."
  • "Well, after this I should think nothing of falling down stairs."
  • "You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself."
  • "It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change."
  • "Who's been painting my roses red?"
  • "If I listened earlier, I wouldn't be here."
  • "If I lose my temper, you lose your head! Understand?"
  • "I should've known there'd be a price to pay."
  • "See all the trouble you started?"
  • "I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it."
  • "You? Who ARE you?"
  • "Will I ever learn to do the things I should?"
  • "Well, I must say, I've never heard it that way before."
  • "Ah, that's just it. If you don't think, then you shouldn't talk."
  • "Curiosity often leads to trouble."
  • "And uh, just what were you saying, my dear?"
  • "I'm afraid I can't explain myself, because I'm not myself, you know?"
  • "Just half a cup, if you don't mind."
  • "Huh! Seems to me they could learn a few things about manners!"
  • "What do you know about this unfortunate affair?"
  • "Why, she simply said that you're a fat, pompous, bad tempered old tyrant!"
  • "I have an excellent idea, LETS CHANGE THE SUBJECT."

Pairing: Leo | Leon/Takumi

Word Count: 1,019

Rating: General

Summary: Written for Takumi’s birthday! Inspired by the fact that I also forgot until the last minute and I too can’t shop for people to save my life (or friendships.)

Leo had forgotten.

In his defense, Leo’s life consisted of more than just his boyfriend. Far more, actually. Between his work, law school, family, friends (however few) and general life

Well, Leo was a busy man.

Of course, literally none of these explanations were quite good enough for Takumi to excuse him for forgetting his birthday.

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BTS Reaction To Thinking That You Don’t Speak Korean So They Compliment You Between Themselves And You Reply in Korean

[EXO Version]


*Nudges Jimin*
“Woah, look how pretty she is! Her smile is really cute!”
*You turn their way*
Y/N: “Thank you, I don’t usually get random compliments”
*J-Hope in disbelief and Jimin walks away*


“Hey Jungkook! Look at her! She looks like a doll, that’s so cute!”
Y/N: “I do? This is a little surprising”
*Jimin gets startled and begins stuttering*
“Oh w… Well that was embarrassing”


*Talks about your body quite boldly to Rap Monster*
*You stare at them with a bit of disgust and walk away giving them a startled look*
“You think she understood?”
Rapmon: “Yup.”


*Giggles like a little girl*
“She’s so cute!”
Y/N: “That’s so sweet, you’re cute too”
*Looks at You, then at Hobi with confusion*

Rap Monster

*Rap Mon’s Pretty Girl-radar went off so he started talking about you to the first member he saw*
Y/N: “I’m really not that pretty, but thank you for exaggerating”
*Flirt Monster*
Rap Mon: “I’m not, I mean it”


*Suga isn’t the type to openly do that in front of the girl, but thinking she won’t understand he took the chance to talk about you with V as he was passing by*
“She’s kind of my type, what do you say?”
*You turned to look at them and smiled awkwardly*
Y/N: “That’s nice to hear.”
Suga: “Goddamnit, I’m never safe to say anything”


“She looks so adorable, I bet she likes bubbles!”
*You laughed*
Y/N: “That’s a funny statement”
“You speak Korean…?”

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I wrote a thing inspired by the blind!Adrien AU “Blind Spots,” which belongs to @qookyquiche @laundromatic and @girlwithribbon I think? Sorry it’s not too well-developed and kind of drabbly. I’ve just been adding to it for the last few days ;)

A Beautiful Sight

It’d been immature—he knew that. But sometimes it was just too much to take and he knew that if he went home miserable and upset, Nathalie would say something to his father. Going to public school was tough, but that didn’t mean he wanted to quit. Still, some days were worse than others.

Which made being Chat Noir that much more tempting. He was abusing his power, using Plagg as a way to escape, and he knew he shouldn’t be doing it, but he hadn’t been able to sleep. Not after such a horrible day.

It’d started with the whispering. The voices hadn’t been familiar, so he hadn’t known who they were, but that hadn’t meant their words were any less hurtful. Really, he should have known better than to listen upon realizing what the topic of conversation had been. Past experience had taught him that—over and over and over again.

“If you look close enough, you can see where they photoshopped his eyes.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look, that bit of blurriness right there.”

“Oh! Wow! I kind of feel like that’s cheating or something though.”

“All models get photoshopped.”

“Yeah, but he can’t even look at the camera. Too bad too—his eyes are so pretty…”

“I know! But I can’t stand to look at him in real life. It’s just… weird.”

“Cuz he never really looks at you, right?”

“Yeah. It’s unnerving. Creeps me out.”

Just thinking about it made Chat purse his lips, heels banging on the side of his brick perch. He knew he should ignore it, but that was easier said then done. He made efforts too “look” at people when they were talking, but apparently he wasn’t successful. And it was that thought process, after listening to such comments, that had ruined his afternoon shoot. He’d been so self-conscious in his attempts to follow the clicking of the camera that he’d, apparently, lost all his modeling appeal.

Something about craning his neck strangely every time he tried to “look” at the camera.

A failed endeavor, in any case. And one of the worst photoshoots he’d ever had. It was so bad that the photographer had called his father and advised they do another—to make up for his lackluster performance. No, his father hadn’t been pleased and Adrien had only felt all the worse for it.

If there was anything he hated, it was when his disability interfered with the lives of others. He tried so hard not to get in the way—to pull his own weight. But sometimes it was like life worked against him. Bad luck, maybe.

Being Chat Noir seemed fitting, in that respect.

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anonymous asked:

how about ff9's Garnet for the meme? :3

Yess ;^;

My otp: Garnet/Zidane. Always.

My notp: Basically, with anyone who isn’t Zidane xDDD.

My unusual otp:

My crossover brotp: I struggled quite a bit with this one, and I’m going to say, I don’t know. There are a few characters I think she will get along with quite well, but I’m not sure about a brotp… . 

My brotp/friendship otp: With Beatrix, who I’m sure will forever protect her, as well as Eiko. I’m sure they managed to understand each other better and better as time went on.

Character headcanon: While she knows more about the world after the events of the game, and does think real experiences are superior to those you only read about, she still gets immense enjoyment from reading and plays. In a way, she came to see each book as a big adventure told from the eyes of its author, and thus strongly encouraged Zidane to write his own books.

A Gif that shows how I feel about the character

Originally posted by cleyra