i went to dedicate this to my friend

funny story

so when I was like 9 and 10 my friend and I were absolutely OBSESSED with webkinz. every dollar we had went towards buying webkinz, and combined we ended up with over 200. we made a youtube channel dedicated to webkinz music videos and all of our videos consisted of just fucking launching every webkinz across the room and bouncing them up and down in every possible location and filming it. we brought them everywhere with us (literally: restaurants, amusement parks, stores, etc). there was no limit to what we did with them. we were convinced we had over 200,000 youtube subscribers and one our videos has over 23K views. we were vehemently against ever getting rid of them and were determined to pass them down to our children like family heirlooms. today, every time I show a friend our channel they lose their fucking mind and every person finds it hysterical and I have to sit there in mortification.

Close as Strangers: Chapter 11

Close as Strangers: Chapter 11

Word count: 6.2k

Genre: High School au, angst, smut  

This is dedicated to one of my best friends, thank you for being my friend and putting up with my weird ass. Thank you for reading my works and helping me want to keep writing even when I feel overwhelmed. Love you to death @kae-popx have a wonderful birthday, you deserve it! 

Chapters: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten

Originally posted by sugutie



You and Yoongi were bringing your stuff down to the foyer when the doorbell rang. You had woken up only about fifteen minutes ago. You were so tired but you lazily went and opened it to a sleepy looking Jungkook. He smiled and walked in, giving you a kiss and brushing hair from your face.

“Morning, Jungkook.“ you rubbed the sleep from one eye.

“Hi, love. Do you want some help with your bags?” He asked. He became very smiley all the sudden. His hand suddenly slid down your back and cupped your ass, squeezing it quickly. All you could do was gasp and he was out the door with one of your bags. Yoongi had already taken his but came back for his pillow and backpack.

“You okay, Y/N?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah,” you unfroze, you were definitely awake now. You grabbed your backpack and blanket. Then you and Yoongi said goodbye to your parents and his parents.

Keep reading

Hey hey hey!!

I know you’re probably sick of me and my fics by now ‘cause there are too many but I was thinking about how today is Yousef’s free day and how he has Sana’s number now and how I’m dying to see him with kids and I had too many feelings that I had to write this. 

It’s not complete though, I’ve written a second part. And if you like this I can post it later or tomorrow. I just didn’t want to post the whole thing because it was too long and I didn’t want to bore you. 

So again, it’s a mix between text messages and fic. Sorry  about the mistakes that might be there but as you know, english is not my first language.

I hope you like it!

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She took a moment to process everything.

Yousef had just asked her out. Yes, it was to go watch a kids play but still, he had asked her out. He had even offered to go to her house and talk with her mom.

Her mom. She had heard her on Sunday telling Elias that she didn’t like Sana and Yousef spending so much time together. She was going to freak out when Sana told her that she wanted to go out with him. And as charming as Yousef was, which was a lot, she wasn’t sure that he would be able to convince her.

After choosing carefully her outfit, something nice but not too nice so her mom wouldn’t suspect, she went to the kitchen to find her mom and Elias there. Elias, she wasn’t counting on him being there.

“Hey habibti, you look really nice today. Are you planning on going out?”

So much for not wanting to make her suspect. Well done, Sana.

“Yeah, yeah, I was actually coming to ask you if I could go out”

“Are you meeting Noora?” her mom asked

“Um…no, not Noora.”

“Who then?”

“Well…”Sana looked at her brother who was focused on texting someone. She didn’t feel very comfortable telling her mom her plans with him there.

“Sana, you know we don’t have secrets in this family. Whatever you want to tell me, you can say it in front of your brother” her mom said following Sana’s look. “Besides, he’s not even listening, are you Elias?”

“I am listening, I just don’t really care” he said still looking at his phone

“Whatever…okay…well, I have this friend” Sana started “who works in a kindergarten”

“Okay, now I’m interested” Elias said putting away his phone and giving her sister all the attention, he knew exactly where this was going.

Sana gave him a death glare before continuing

“Yeah, well, the kids there are performing today, some kind of play. And he has a spare ticket and asked me if I wanted to go”

“He?” Sana’s mom asked “Who’s he? Is it Isak?”

“No, no, no, not Isak…” she took a deep breath trying to find the right words, when actually there was only one word that needed to be said, one name. “He’s…well…he’s…”

“Come on, sis! I know you can” Elias teased her.

“It’s Yousef, isn’t he?” her mom asked frowning

“Well…yeah…he is”

“Sana…You know I like Yousef and I know he’s a good kid but…I don’t know if I want you spending so much time with you…with the whole drinking thing and so on…”

“But mom, he doesn’t drink. He told you, the bottle wasn’t his”

“Well, he wouldn’t tell me if it was”

“Mom, trust me, the bottle wasn’t his. He doesn’t drink. He’s a good guy, you know him, you’ve known him for years. And we’re just friends, we’re going to watch a kids play. That’s it”

“If it’s a plan for friends, why wouldn’t he ask Elias instead of you?”

“’Cause Elias doesn’t like kids”

“Neither do you Sana”

“I like kids…sometimes”

“I don’t know Sana…I don’t like the idea of you two being alone”

“We won’t. There are going to be parents and teachers”

“Sana…”

“Would it help if he told you all of this himself? If you heard this from him?”

Just as she finished her sentence, someone knocked at the door front.

“’Cause he’s here…”

Mrs. Bakkoush took a deep breath and closed her eyes trying to calm down.

“Elias, please, open the door”

He stood up and went to the front door and opened it. In front of him there was a very nervous Yousef. He was wearing a white shirt and nice jeans and no snapback at all.

“Dude, what are you wearing?” Elias said laughing at his friend

“Not helping” Yousef said brushing past him.

He entered the kitchen followed by Elias. His eyes went straight to Sana, she looked beautiful, but that wasn’t a surprise, she always looked beautiful.

“Hi”

“Hi” she said looking at him the same way she always did, with loving eyes.

“Good afternoon Mrs Bakkoush” Yousef said to her mom “I guess Sana has told you why I’m here”

“Indeed, she has and frankly Yousef I don’t think it’s a good idea”

“I know, and I respect that but please let me try to convince you”

“Go ahead” she sighed

“Okay..so…”he took a deep breath preparing to tell her the speech he had been rehearsing in his way there “I know you don’t like the idea of Sana and me spending time alone, but the thing is we won’t be alone. There will be a lot of adults, parents, teachers and so on. Even my aunt, she works there, so she’ll be there. The kids have worked so hard for this play and I think Sana will like it and the kids are going to love her. See, I really admire Sana as a person, I think she’s kind and strong and she’d be a perfect role model to the kids there and they could learn a lot from her, so I would love them to meet her. And she’ll be back here as soon as the play ends, we can come home straight from there. You can even call the headmaster of the kindergarten if you feel more comfortable. I just…I don’t know what else to say…but if you still don’t think it’s a good idea, like I told Sana, I’ll respect that and go alone”

Both Sana and her mom looked at Yousef in awe. The boy was definitely charming, the things he had said about Sana had convinced her mom without even doubt it. Still, she kept thinking about it.

“Come on mom, cut them some slack, you know they’re both responsible people” Elias said trying to help.

“At what time does the play start?” Mrs. Bakkoush asked

“4pm”

“And how long is it?”

“Not longer than an hour I guess”

“Okay” she sighed “you can go Sana”

“Really? Thank you mom!” she said hugging her

“Thank you so much Mrs. Bakkoush” Yousef said

“You have to be here at 7pm, though” she told her daughter

“7 pm? But the play ends at 5 pm…that’s two hours” Sana said confused

“Well, the boy came all the way here to talk to your mom, the least you can do is invite him to an ice-cream after the play don’t you think?”

“Sounds fair to me” Yousef said with a big smile.



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Well, this is the first part. The second part is about the play and the kids and so on. Let me know if you want me to post the second part

I’ve just noticed that there’s a mistake in one of the messages, it should say “they gave me two tickets” and it says “the”. Sorry about that

Also! This is especially dedicated to my friend @sterekwonders We were talking the other day about how cute it would be if Yousef went to talk to the bakkoush’s family about his relationship with Sana. I know this isn’t exactly what we talked about but still, it made think of you. 

Well, I hope you all like this

Thank you for reading and let me know if you would like to read the second part

Edited: here’s part 2

patervulutris  asked:

So I went through miles of mad max stuff just to re find your art on Tumblr because I really loved the way you drew nux and I wanted to follow you

mannn i admire your dedication. and that thing i drew wasnt even very good probably, so heres some more (hopefully better) Nux for you friend! I need more mad max in my life anyways ;D

{larger version}

in other news, how the fuck does one draw a car

Summer before my senior year of high school I decided I really wanted to be a champion. I wanted to win, I wanted to be that athlete that always got articles in the newspapers and medals at every meet. That summer I trained the hardest I ever have in my whole life. Every morning I would wake up at 6:00 am to run 8 miles, or do a workout. On the weekends I would do a long run, my longest being 15 miles. I was totaling at least 50 miles each week and each day I would train by myself. Quietly hoping to come in that fall and be great. The first race of my cross country season I ran a 5k in a PR of 20:45. After that things went downhill. I got plantar fasciitis and struggled to simply walk around school. When I would run, my body was constantly fatigued and my foot would be in so much pain. I consistently ran around a 22-23 minute in all my 5ks and was placing no where even close to the top girls. I felt like my entire world was falling down around me. I gave up so much for this, I made so many sacrifices in every aspect of my life, especial socially, and it just wasn’t paying off. As indoor track started the plantar fasciitis went away but the fatigue in my body worsened. I hoped to break my PR of 12:02 in the 3200, but that season I struggled to break 13 minutes, only doing so a couple times. As I went into indoor track, I decided to see a doctor. Something wasn’t right. Sure enough I was anemic due to an iron deficiency. I started taking iron pills and my times got faster and faster and I got stronger and stronger. The picture shown above is me after I won my first race ever. That’s all I ever wanted… all of the passion, dedication, hard work, the early mornings of my pushing myself to run 6 mile repeats on the track alone, the nights of saying no to hanging out with my friends so I could get my sleep, finally it all paid off. It’s silly, I won the 1600 at a small meet with only a few teams running a 5:48 (pretty bad I know) but the whole feeling of winning was something I had always wanted. I couldn’t help but break down into tears after finishing. I am now in my freshman year of college and ran a 5k this season in 18:45. I go to a D2 school and came in hoping I would be top 7, but I am the 3rd place runner on my team right now. I have become a stronger and faster runner. I am proud of myself for continuing to dream even when it was hard. Things seemed hopeless, but you should never ever give up. It may take some time, sometimes years, for your hard work to pay off, but it will. This, right here, is why I run. I want the feeling of winning again and I am so determined to do it. I have 4 years in college to make it happen, and I know I can.

An edit to this: I ended my cross country season as an all american, placing 35th at d2 nationals. So far this indoor track season I have ran a 9:58 3k, 5:08 mile, and 17:28 5k. It’s amazing what can happen if you just believe!
Anytime

Connor Murphy x Reader

request: connor murphy x reader where the reader calms him down after he shoves evan and storms away 


“Stay away from my sister!” Connor yelled at Evan as he shoved him and stormed away. You ran after him, careful to give him space and to let him clear his temper.

You didn’t really know why you followed him in times like these, he never seemed to want you there.

It’s not like you were really friends either.

But you did when he was in moods like this. His moods changed fast, and when they rose up it took a while for them to come down.

He left the school building and you followed him to the nearby park, keeping an easy distance between the two of you so that you weren’t bugging him.

He slumped next to a tree and sat there, staring off into space.

You stood a few feet away, waiting for him to acknowledge you.

“I know you’re there,” he said, not looking at you. He turned and glanced at you, his eyes annoyed.

“If you’re going to be here why don’t you come over and sit instead of standing there looking at me like a creep.”

You shook your head and wandered over to where he was sitting, placing yourself on the ground close to him but far enough to give him his own space.

“Why do you even come out here with me?” he asked, turning away from you again.

“I don’t really know,” you confessed, looking at the back of his head. He slouched, like he was hoping that you would tell him something straight out. “But I do know that I am concerned for you, and I want you to take care of yourself.”

Silence fell on the two of you, he didn’t move or make any noise.

“Why do I feel so empty sometimes?” he asked you.

Your eyes widened, you never expected for him to tell you something like this. You thought that he would just brush you off like he always did.

“I… I don’t know Connor. I feel the same way sometimes. But please, know that you aren’t alone. I realize that it’s hard for you, but please, know that I am here to help you in any way that I can.”

He turned to look at you, his eyes read and sad.

“Thank you Y/N.”

“Anytime Connor. I’ll be here anytime.”


OK I AM BEGGING FOR FEEDBACK ON THIS MY GOOD FRIEND @gaylienglows (that doll) GAVE ME THE PROMPT AND EVERYTHING SO THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO THEM! BUT I REALLY WANT TO KNOW HOW IT WENT IN YOUR MIND SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN!

I’m not completely sure what to say here but. I met Felix a few years ago when I was active in the OFF fandom. He was extraordinarily kind to me and while we talked less as time went on, I still consider him a good friend of mine. You don’t have to look hard to see the positive influence he’s had in and out of the fandom.

I’ve already seen so much art and posts dedicated to Felix on my dash and I hope he can feel all this love being sent to him.

Rest in peace, Felix. We love ya, man. 

The signs as things my friends done

Aries : told the guy she’s with if he didn’t give her the love she needed she was gonna go lesbian and take his money and car.

Taurus : send nudes to their best friends by accident but it’s Not the first time.

Gemini : sit outside school and call Trump their daddy to see people’s reactions.

Cancer : legit cry and also call her Ex at 2 am after a breakup and call him a foot.

Leo : Wanting to deep throat subway, but Publix subs are better. Is an actual basic bitch

Virgo : go to a gay pride parade and flirt with a girl in front of her mom. Laugh at memes so fucking hard she cried. Calls her friends muppets.

Libra : her musIcal theater student, Capricorn, was being loud
And annoying so she took off her shoe and held it up threateningly.

Scorpio : come into the school in a fit of rage at 11 am and scream at everyone at the office and threatens to shove a pencil up a guys pussy.

Sagittarius : is the embodiment of memes and is so fucking intelligent they pulled the fire alarm 9 times in one week. Also went to pet supermarket when class was supposedly canceled to buy a hamster and called her bio teacher to approve of the purchase because she’s not 18

Capricorn : his dick hurts.

Aquarius : dedicates life to anime and talks shit about people who deserve it. They are Hot topic .

Pisces : hits the blunt during class.

A/N: Ahh, my first serious fanfic that I posted to Tumblr ahaha. This fic is dedicated for @just-servamp-trash, my beta reader and friend who always supports me to keep writing and developing my AUs and ideas which often get dark and angsty with deaths so I discard one of them lol. Nah, this AU is pure and fluffy, I hope. And @petrichor-note, who helped me with grammars and tenses. And I like to tag @reimeijennoir because you’re my close friend. I like to tag a person but I think I’m not ready enough for this, so I’ll tell her later. I’m sorry if there are grammar mistakes, English isn’t my native language and I still need to study about it. Anyway, have a greed pair fanfic!


He stared at his hands. They were white with black lines. He looked at the puddle below his black shoes which dripping black water droplets. It was a weird puddle. Its colors are red, light orange, peach, yellow, and blue with some dark brown and black dots. It was his colors, dripped from his body like dripping paint when raindrops hit his body.

A young man named Hyde, 18 years old. He was almost colorless.

In a town as beautiful as a painting, rain is an everyday stuff, yet is treated like a disaster. It changes you into a white and black person or what people say, a colorless person.

The water which in the rivers, lakes, sea, and the ones which you use in everyday life can’t do the same thing as the ones coming from ​the rain clouds can do. It must be a kind of curse or a strange phenomenon that happened in that town.

The only thing Hyde can do was running through the rain, finding a shelter for him. But it was impossible, colorless people are treated like weird creatures. Even though their color still can recover in days, even though they’re completely harmless, even though they’re the same humans like the colorful ones. But colorful people still see them as weird, white and black human-like creatures.

“Damn! I should bought a new umbrella when I went to that shop! Now I’m almost colorless, nobody wants to give me a space for me…” Thought Hyde as he hopelessly crouched under a tree at a park, protecting his very pale face and hair with his dark brown colored scarf from the raindrops. Closing his eyes, Hyde slowly burrowed his head into the scarf around his neck. He felt helpless. At least until he felt no raindrops fell on his head.

Hyde lifted up his head. He saw a white umbrella above him and a young man around his age. That young man has black hair with a white strip on his left fringe. He’s wearing a black hoodie with white trousers and a pair of black boots. Hyde’s attention went to the young man’s white backpack with a pair of white angel wings attached on it. Why would a young man in his age wears a backpack with such childish design? But he quickly switched his attention to something else, it bugged him.He noticed that black drops fell from the young man’s hair and left sleeve. Those were his colors.

“Hey,” Hyde called the young man, “Your hair and sleeves start to drip, you know. You should use your umbrella to protect your colors.” He averted his eyes from the young man. The young man shook his head, “No. You will catch cold if you stay too long under the rain.” He stayed for minutes, it was long enough to having white parts on his body, which losing their colors that had formed a black puddle on the ground. 

“Do you see me? I’m almost colorless. Most of my colors dripped. The only colors I have now are black on my shoes and dark brown on my scarf, and they’re fading now.” Hyde can’t hide his sadness anymore.

“What’s the matter? After all, colorful or colorless, you’re still a human.” Said the young man, “I’ll bring back your colors. It’s my duty as an angel.” Hyde’s eyes became wider due to his mixed feelings. Was he surprised? Or confused? Or probably some kind of happiness?

“Say what? An angel?” Hyde asked. “Yes. I’m Licht Jekylland Todoroki. An angel who descended from heaven to give blessings to this town.” The young man answered.

“h-huh? That name sounds familiar…” Hyde put his chin on is hand before he shouted in surprise. “Whaaat!? Licht Jekylland Todoroki, that famous pianist?! What are you-” Hyde words were stopped as a towel fell on his head. “There. You can use it.” Said Licht as he crouched beside Hyde with his umbrella protecting their bodies.

“t-thanks…” Hyde started to drying his hair with the towel, it started to revealing his colors. “My name is Hyde, nice to meet you…”

“Nice to meet you too.” Licht replied. 

“Licht… I don’t understand…”

“What? Licht blinked his eyes twice.

“Why did you help me? I was colorless and colorless people are seen as the menace of society. The colorful ones ignore and mock the colorless ones. I don’t understand why you did this…”

“Well, wouldn’t the world be more wonderful if everyone was colorful?” Licht answered by asking back. “If someone is colorless, you better help them.”

“Yeah.. you’re completely right. This world would be more wonderful if everyone is colorful.” Hyde smiled. “I once ignored a colorless man. I like to help him but I was afraid that people will mock me too. I’ll apologize when I meet him again.”

“Good.” Licht smiled too. “The rain has stopped, you better go home.” He stood and closed his umbrella. “Oh, here’s your towel.” Hyde stood too and gave the towel to Licht, “Don’t forget to dry yourself too.” All of his colors had recovered. He has yellow-blonde hair with three dark brown streaks on the fringe. He’s wearing red framed glasses that suit his golden eyes. He’s wearing a white shirt with a blue tie, a pair black shoes and orange and black striped socks. Both of his knee-length pants and tattered over-sized scarf are dark brown. Licht could see all of them.

“See you.” Hyde walked away while waving his hand. “See you too.” Licht replied. And he continued his way to the a cat cafe that he wanted to visit. Seemed like he got a new friend.

anonymous asked:

I made up an asexual blog and aphobes are harassing me on it lately when it got more popular. I didnt do anything wrong I dont harass or look down on non aces or other lgbt people or anything (I get messages like "You aces are ugly ugly ugly homophobes and transphobes!!!!") . I seriously lost all my inspiration for the blog and they suceeded in making me feel bad about my sexuality and mae me feel like I am unwanted and unworthy because of it.

Hello, Anons!

I’ve been waiting until I had two messages on the same subject, and what do you know, it’s asexuality!

First of all, your Slightly Aggressive Affirmer is asexual. And I’m super cool, in multiple ways, like a fucking sun smart polar bear who surfs the ice floes in sunglasses and sensible but stylish freakin’ hats. Therefore being asexual must also be ultra-cool. I am a scientist, and this is science fact I have decreed it!

Okay, but seriously though:

You are not a bad person or unworthy or unwanted. Having pride in your sexuality and trying to help others feel that pride too is awesome! It doesn’t mean that you’re “looking down” on anybody. Getting unprovoked messages saying that you’re homophobic or transphobic doesn’t make those things true. I’m sure there are some asexual people who are, because there are SO MANY different people in the world with different opinions. But your sexuality doesn’t automatically mean you hate anybody. If it did, there’d be no straight allies.

Also, there are asexual people who are trans (I personally know three) and there are asexual people who also identify as gay, because of their romantic orientation. And they can have asexual pride too. Some of them even run asexual blogs! So your attackers are coming at you with no fucking logic whatsoever, and it’s okay to ignore them.

Which brings me to a second point, and this ones for ALL THE BLOGGERS out there, not just the asexual ones:

You do NOT have to listen to or respond to hate. I know how it feels to get hateful messages, both here and on my personal blog. It really hurts and it’s so hard to ignore what people say. Most people have it built into us then when someone criticises us or our actions, we need to apologise or try to fix the situation. I think that’s why online hate hurts so much. It makes you feel that you have done something wrong, and your brain’s response to that is to try and fix things. And if the thing you’ve been told is wrong is a part of who you are, like your sexuality, it’s very hurtful because you know you can’t fix it.

But when someone sends you abuse for being who you are, it can help to remind yourself that you DO NOT need to apologise or fix yourself. They are the person who is doing something wrong. The fact you are being told you’re a bad person doesn’t make it true.

Imagine I’m in the supermarket, shopping for chocolate milk and cheesecakes, and a stranger came up and yelled in my face that I’m useless. That would be very distressing and frightening for me, but it wouldn’t actually be true. This total stranger doesn’t know me or anything about me (except maybe that I make poor dietary choices). Without knowing me, how would they know whether I’m useful or not? They don’t know that I’m always there to offer my friends a ride if they need one. They don’t know that I helped my friend move last weekend, driving my car and helping make sure each box went to the right place, because I wanted to make up for my physical inability to carry heavy boxes. They don’t know that I volunteer. Or that I run a blog dedicated to slightly aggressively affirming people.

The fact that the random stranger says I am useless does not mean that I am. Sometimes I feel like I am, so it might be difficult for me to deal with being told that. But strangers do not have any right to comment or make me feel bad.

The sad thing about the internet is that people CAN say these things, and they feel like they can do so, safely and anonymously. They feel much safer going to someone’s blog and accusing them of something than they would feel approaching randoms in a supermarket. This is true, even when they’re using their real name and identity, such as on Facebook. Studies into social media behaviour have found that people will say things online that they wouldn’t say in public, such as using racial slurs or making violent threats.

What this means to me is that people who attack you online are cowards. They won’t say these things in the outside world, but will say them if they feel there aren’t consequences.

So, to recap so far:

a) Being proud of your sexuality doesn’t make you a bad person.
b) Just because someone tells you you’re a bad person, doesn’t make it true.
c) People who attack other people on the internet are cowardly.

As for being asexual, well, here’s a little about that:

a) Asexual people are fab. I have decreed this.
b) Asexual people are not broken, damaged, inhuman or wrong.
c) All identities on the aro and ace spectrums are real and valid.
d) There’s all different kinds of people who are asexual. It’s as diverse as any other group. Some like sex and some don’t. Some like polka dots and others prefer stripes. There are aro-aces and panromantic aces and loads of other orientations in the middle. All of them are valid.
e) Because all aces are so different, no one can EVER make a judgement about who you are on the basis of your sexuality.

And f) because it’s important:

All your feelings about your asexuality (or any other orientation you might be) are valid. Asexual pride is great, but if you struggle to feel good about your asexuality, that is okay. If you wish you weren’t asexual, that’s just as valid as being full of pride. You’re not letting anyone down. It’s not your job to represent all asexual people. You can even have mixed feelings. Maybe sometimes you’re proud of who you are, and other times you feel lonely or useless and wishing things were different. That’s okay. Your feelings about your orientation are ALL valid.

YOU are valid, your sexuality is real, you’re not wrong or broken, you DEFINITELY DEFINITELY DO DESERVE LOVE (in whatever form you prefer, romance, friendship, etc). And being proud of your sexuality does not mean you look down on other people’s.

YOU ARE A SPARKLY FUCKING CAKE-FARTING PURPLE AND GREY DRAGON!!! YOU’RE SHINY AND STRONG AND BEAUTIFUL!!!

- The Slightly Aggressive Affirmer

(ps. if you don’t know @theasexualityblog, check it out. full of pride but also has the reassuring answers to your questions. and is super nice)

(pps. anon #2, i’ve queued some ace-pridey type affirmations for you and I hope they help)

Five in the Morning- Angelica Schuyler X Reader

Once I started reading, that’s all I was doing for the night. It didn’t matter that I had set several alarms throughout the night to try and get me to periodically take a break and maybe go to sleep because I knew once I opened the book that it would be one of those nights. I felt my eyes begin to close to my annoyance and I forced them to stay open so I could continue reading again. A satisfied feeling sat in my stomach as I watched the right stack of pages grow smaller and smaller until… finished. I closed the book, smiling a bit before realizing that it must’ve been at least a couple of hours. I groaned, turning over in my bed and I squinted at the window, seeing light coming through curtains.

Shit how long was I up for? I wondered and I saw my phone lying on the floor, discarded along with a charger cord and headphones. I reached over to grab it, nearly falling over the side in the process. The digital clock read 5:09 am and I set my phone down on the bed and I sat up and approached the curtains wearily, knowing that if I did this now, I wasn’t getting any sleep this morning. I opened them up, the first rays of sunlight filling my room and illuminating the sky in beautiful colors. I frowned a bit, knowing that I was going to hate myself later for not getting any sleep.
I absentmindedly began to play games, sending requests to my friends and not thinking anything of it before putting my phone back down, realizing that it was at three percent. I began to walk to my kitchen when I heard my phone buzz and I frowned, wondering who in their right mind would be up at this time. I picked my phone up and I stared at the name on my phone.

The Sassiest Schuyler Sister: wth are you sending me candy crush requests at five in the morning

I opened my phone and I opened Messages, staring at the screen before typing quickly.

Me: why aren’t you sending me candy crush requests at five in the morning

I exited our conversation and went over to mine and Lafayette’s conversation.

Me: please play candy crush

I knew he would be up, considering he always was at this ungodly hour.

French Fry:why are you up already? have i been sucked into an alternate universe in which you *gasp* get up early?

Me: i may or may not have started a good book last night

Me: therefore causing sleep to become unimportant

French Fry: i’m out getting caffeinated drinks right now, i’ll be at your apartment in ten.

Me: bless.

I smiled a bit and I exited our conversation and went into Angelica and mines conversation, seeing that she had left a new message.

The Sassiest Schuyler Sister: guessing you found a good book last night so that’s why you are still up

Me: no i am just really passionate and dedicated about candy crush

I smiled as I sent the message, knowing that she would either be shaking her head or laughing, or possibly both at the same time.
Someone knocked loudly on my front door.

“My slightly insane friend, I’ve brought offerings!” Lafayette practically yelled and I laughed a bit before running out of my bedroom and opening the door to let Lafayette into my apartment. He was holding five cups and I took the one he handed me gratefully. He set everything down on the table and looked at me seriously. “You look tired.”

“Thanks I try.” I rolled my eyes at him and he grinned, rubbing my hair and messing it up. I looked at him, raising an eyebrow at the remaining four coffees.

“Are you going to drink all four of those?” I asked him and he grinned.

“Ah, no. They are for Laurens, Hercules and Hamilton. And me of course.” He told me and smirked slightly at my caffeinated beverage, which I began to eye suspiously.

“Laf what did you do?”

“Nothing?” He tried and failed miserably to look innocently at me. I shook my head and I continued to inspect the cup. On the part where you’re supposed to write the persons name, he had requested the barista to write ‘date angelica’. I felt my cheeks turn red and I looked at Lafayette, who was choking on his coffee with laughter.

“I may be tired but I can still kill you.”

“I believe you but if you are in jail then how are you going to see Angelica?” He teased and I punched him without force.

“Okay but don’t you see what I see in her?” I asked him, looking at him as if he is crazy. He smirked and looked at me.

“No but please do tell.”

“Laf she is… amazing. I mean have you seen her smile…? Have you seen the way she looks when she is thinking about something? She is amazing. Her mind is extraordinary and she gets so silly when no one else is around. And her eyes! Her eyes light up every single time she reads something amazing and she starts saying the words out loud when she is reading! And…” I noticed I was staring off and when I turned back to Lafayette, he was smiling. Not smirking or snickering but smiling, genuinely excited.

“Y/N, I think you love her.” He said, his smile soft.

“I-”

“Have you heard yourself talk about her?”

“I mean yes but… I don’t think she loves me in that way. I’m her best friend.”

“And so you’re just going to stand to the side?” He asked and I nodded.

“That was the plan, yes.”

“God you’re worse than Burr. Just kidding.”

“No you’re right. At least Theodosia and Burr are dating. He told her and I’m just waiting for Angelica.”

“You just don’t know how to tell her and that’s alright. Just take your time.” I heard a knock on my door and I moved towards the door and opened it, not expecting to see Angelica. When she saw me, a relieved smile until she studied me closely. Her smile reflected her concern and she grew more worried.

“You look exhausted. Lafayette, get back to the boys and please don’t give them caffeine.” She said, crossing her arms. Lafayette held his hands up in surrender and he smiled a bit before he grabbed the cup holder containing the coffee and he left, hugging me before he did. Angelica watched him leave and she hugged me after he did. I relaxed into her touch. She backed away and looked at me.

“You really need to sleep more.” She whispered and I shook my head.

“I’m not tired.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me that you aren’t tired.” She countered and I laughed.

“Okay okay you caught me. But I am going to make breakfast or something first.” I protested and she shook her head.

“You are going to end up burning your apartment down. I’ll make some just go to sleep, alright?”

“But-”

“You are desperately in need of sleep. I’ll wake you up in several hours.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. Now have a good sleep, Y/N.” She smiled and headed into my kitchen and I went into my bedroom, closing the curtains and I plopped down into my bed and passed out almost instantly.
Several hours later, I felt someone shaking me gently from sleep.

“It’s too early.” I groaned.

“It’s noon. I figured that seven hours of sleep would hopefully be enough for you.” Angelica said, a joking tone in her voice.

“What did you do for seven hours?”

“Cooked pancakes for you and read a book. I must say that Lafayette has an amazing nickname for you, on that cup.” She added and I sprung up, looking at her.

“Oh sh-”

“I feel the same way, if it’s any consolation.” She smiled and grabbed my hand.

“It is.” I smiled back and she leaned over and kissed me gently.

I’m never on this site anymore, but for those who care I thought I’d give a little update, but first I’d like to apologize to all my friends on here who I probably haven’t talked to in months, sorry for being shitty I think about you guys a lot though (is that creepy?) Anyway some of you may know yoi rekindled my love for figure skating so I got back into it and I’m very excited about it. I had a chance to compete this month, but I didn’t go for it because I want to show people something I’m proud of so I want to work even harder to improve so I can show my friends and family how much I love the sport through my dedication and hopefully show you guys too! 

I started out taking group lessons but recently switched to private coaching because group lessons went too slow for me and I learn at a fast pace. At this point in time, I have learned a lot and I’m plenty proud of my accomplishments. I’ve pretty much mastered the waltz jump, I’m working on my half flip (I can’t imagine doing a quad flip), but I have trouble with landing on the left toe pick, I’ve also learned the toe loop (my first jump with a full rotation the other two are only a half rotation) I’m improving my two foot spin and one foot spin, and I’m working towards my sit spin. My coach says I have nice long legs for beautiful spirals and to keep working on getting my spirals higher, I hope to get really high spirals over the summer. 

I’m sorry for my inactivity, but I’m very happy right now 

“My circle of friends”
-Gorillaz, Humanz

I like the fact that this is the last song in the whole Humanz album. Circle of Friendz has that soft and calming sound that makes you think of something nice or positive. Something beautiful.

It made me think that 2D dedicated this song for his bandmates. Despite the hardships he went through physically and emotionally in all those years, in the end he still got his band, his friends.

His family.

Murdoc, Noodle and Russel.

a-fictional-life  asked:

How about an Emma au then?

Oh no. No. He couldn’t breathe. No. What would she see in some pompous arrogant prick like Neal. The lying bastard who led her on. Made her assume he was not attached… when in fact he very much was, and to the Miss Tamara. Poor Emma.

And she was showing so much growth these past few months, growth that made him love her so much more. No. Not love love. That type of affection would never be reciprocated. Period.  She only saw him as Killian the Kill-Joy Jones - family friend who could never take a joke without pointing out the flaws in logic and reason. 

So he resolved to never let the feeling of more fester into anything but just… love. Admiration. Simple. 

If only his heart had listened to his request. 

Who was he kidding. He loved her. Body, soul, and mind. Stubborn lass always made him rethink his stance, question his motives, yet it made him so much of a better person he wouldn’t dare think who he’d be without her.  

This mattered not because he had to go console her broken heart over another. Bloody prick Neal. 

He stood up, threw on his jacket, and prepared to leave when the door BURST open. And there stood the vision herself.  Emma. 

“Swan.. what are you–”

“Shut up.”

Excuse me?”

No. I mean.. just. Stop. If you talk then I’m not going to say this, and I need to say this or else I’m going to just cower away again and then you’re going to go off and marry Mary Margaret because she finds you handsome, but I need to say this, so just… shut up.”

His eyebrows rose - no - shot through the roof. Mary Margaret? But David had such a pining soul for her… maybe it was because Emma’s finagling in the beginning made Miss Blanchard think a poor shepherd man wouldn’t be enough for her… but he could never do that to David. He was a dear friend and … wait why did she care what Mary Margaret thought of him?

“I was over at her place yesterday, discussing the Neal and Tamara engagement –”

“Yes, I was just on my way to talk to you about this…. I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

She shot him a confused look, her head cocked to the side. 

“Of course I’m alright. Why would you… never mind that.  What matters is that she went on about how wonderful you are.  How smart, dedicated, loyal, brilliant…” 

He smirked.  All the qualities she hated about him for sure.

“And I saw myself growing angry.  Because of course you’re all those things.  But you’re all those things and more! And who was she, a school teacher who has barely known you for the better half of six months, to come and comment on those traits when I’ve known you for years.”

“Yes, Swan, but –”

“I thought I said shush.”

He rose a challenging eyebrow to her snappy retort and she paused, smiling gently in realization of how rude she sounded. 

“I just mean, I need to finish. Please.”

He nodded and saw the flush on her cheeks rise as she continued on…

“Her feelings towards you made me angry, Killian. And… I think I know why.” 

“And why’s that, Emma?”

“Because you’re mine.”

What was that?

I… I’m confused”

She blushed, realizing she made no sense, and began pacing the ballroom, wringing her hands in nervousness. 

“You’re mine, Killian.  Just as I am very much yours.  And no one gets to think of you in… well in that way except for me. Because I love you.”

With that she stopped dead in her tracks and looked him head on.  He realized she wasn’t kidding. No. She was returning the feelings and sentiments he had held as fantasy for so many years.  She loved him.  Love.  As in … She wanted to be … his.

Killian please, say something?”

He was rooted to his spot, staring at her with such ferocity he didn’t know if he could ever look away.  This gorgeous creature wasn’t in love with Neal.  In fact she brushed aside his comment of the ignorant fool with nary a hesitation.  She loved him.  Killian Jones.  

“I know this is sudden, I know that I have no right or claim to you, I know to you I’m just a meddlesome, hot headed, silly girl who –”

But he cut her off with a kiss.  A long and deep kiss, one that had him feeling it in his toes. He brushed his fingers through her hair, which he realized she had it down… just the way he loved it.  He made an off handed comment about it a week ago, and it seems the lass took it to heart. 

When he pulled away, she made a small whine in the back of her throat, chasing his lips with hers.  He smiled and waited for her to open her eyes. And when she did he tapped her lips once, in a teasing formation. 

“I do believe, my love –” and her eyes widened at the term and the emphasis he placed on it, “that a very brilliant, caring, thoughtful girl once told me the best advice recently.”

She furrowed her brow in confusion. “And what is that?”

Drawing her head near him again, he whispered to her, “Shut. Up.” And dove in for another kiss, planning to never let this woman go again. 

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I love how youre automatically labeled a stan for defending someone you like. Stans usually are defending problematic stuff. And I am pretty sure I’ve never done that. But when people drag a celebrity for being famous and getting cool opportunities, insult them by saying theyre talentless and assume they know what went down in the past and whose to blame it’s more like….calling you out on your bullshit?

I can’t say what happened for sure either. The only people know are those who were there but its just, really rude and disrespectful to step in and act like its okay to insult someone else over what you *think* happened.

What I’m trying to say is if you’re a Panic! At the Disco fan or just love Brendon Urie, Ryan Ross, Jon Walker, Spencer Smith and Dallon Weekes, maybe don’t talk ill of them? I can promise you they all are still important to one another and I can’t imagine they’d be too happy to see that people are using their name to kick a former bandmate. The only time they have thrown shade or been rude to one another is right after the break up.

And that was their right to feel that way. I know it hurts fans to a degree but I promise our pain isn’t equal to what they went through. People try to say Brendon doesn’t care about his old band mates but why did he cry every single time he played Northern Downpour without Ryan Ross? Why did he credit Jon and Ryan for the work they did do in Vices and Virtues?

Why in 2014, did Ryan tell a fan Brendon is “still my boy. Always will be.” Why did Brendon tell people not to call Ryan a pussy in a live chat? Why did Brendon dedicate a song to his friend Spence and be supportive of him leaving the band due to addiction problems? Why do they still talk on twitter? Why is Jon still so interested in seeing everyone again? Why does Dallon tour with Brendon even though he’s not officially part of the band anymore?

Oh yeah, definitely a monster who mistreats people and disregards them. Except every single one of these men still talk to, see or tour with Brendon. Every single one of these boys are sweet, talented and deserve your LOVE. They don’t need your shade. While you’re busy being offended and rude on their behalf they are defending one another. So I just wanna know why people think speaking ill about any of them is acceptable behavior?

I might be a Brendon stan but I’m more of a Panic! stan who believes these boys are human beings who deserve their fans respect and love. That’s it.

anonymous asked:

What is your all time favorite J2 non au fic? Favorite au fic? Favorite J2 fic in general?

oh goodness 💕

my favorite J2 non-AU fic is @qblackheart ‘s The Courtship of Jensen’s Co-Star ✨ it’s been on my “I need to reread ASAP” list for, what feels like, ever, but I want to dedicate all my time and energy into rereading it, not tired-eyes-at-2-AM. it’s absolutely wonderful and here’s a little bit about it:

The Courtship of Jensen’s Co-Star by @qblackheart

Somewhere in the time between a handshake and a hug, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki went from being reel-life brothers to real-life best friends, and complete strangers to cosmic soul mates, no rhyme or reason to it that either of them could ever see. Jared was everything Jensen was not: friendly, funny, and full of life; one in six-point-whatever billion the Earth’s population currently stood at. Life was awesome. Work was amazing. Everything was fine until Jared kissed Jensen. Everything was peachy until Jensen fell in love. With desperate times unexpectedly calling for desperate measures, Jensen called Chad Michael Murray for relationship advice – because being in love led to temporary insanity obviously – so it really didn’t surprise him that he couldn’t seem to win when it came to wooing Jared. Still, Pisces must’ve been in a really good place in the night sky or something because suddenly, right smack dab in the middle of the miserable courtship of his co-star, Jensen discovered that maybe loving Jared was all he needed to do to win his heart. And luckily for Jensen, loving Jared was also the one thing he did best.

Rating: NC-17; Word Count: 112,000+; Warnings: None

I can’t give enough praise for this story, but I’m probably going to do another long rec when I eventually get around to rereading it 💕💕💕

my favorite J2 AU story is (this is so hard, I have so many and if you want a list of fic recs, just let me know) either Underneath it All or Fucking Kodiak, Alaska

Underneath it All by @ashtray-thief

Jensen Ackles was always good at acting, pretending. So good in fact that he is the FBI’s favorite undercover guy. He has more undercover operations under his belt than he’d like to remember, and after his latest stint with a ring of human traffickers he really thinks he deserves a break. Unfortunately there’s a new criminal organization on the rise, and all attempts to infiltrate and take down the Padalecki family have failed so far. Which is why Jensen finds himself faced with a new assignment, one that no other agent qualifies for and that he really doesn’t want. Because trying to seduce the most powerful man in the Chicago underworld? Not really high up on his list.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 94,427; Warnings: Violence, Morality Issues

Fucking Kodiak, Alaska by Xenodike

After having an emotional and physical breakdown and trying to get away from a dysfunctional relationship, Jensen finds himself staring at a stuffed and mounted bear standing in a tiny airport terminal on the on the other side of the country. Jared, self proclaimed cocky asshole and sporting a fantastic manbun, takes pity on him, expecting a thank you orgasm before they go their separate ways. Turns out, Jensen’s not half as broken as he thinks he is. A large fluffy dog and a little help realizing his prostate is in fact not defective, goes a long way. Jared is a lot more broken than he’ll admit. Jensen takes him on a journey of learning what it means to have someplace to call home. Throw in a lot of plaid, flannel shirts, a tiny log cabin, a horrendously ugly, moldy RV, a weather-beaten bar, fantastic wildlife, spectacular nature and a hillbilly shithole in the middle of nowhere.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 70,016; Warnings: Implied Child Abuse

my favorite J2 fic in general is probably The Courtship tbh, but my current obsession is this:

Not the Desperate Type by @guestwho

Jared’s party-animal reputation gets him accepted into the notorious Alpha Epsilon Pi house (or as they call it, APE) easier than a game of hopscotch - but what he doesn’t expect to find there is someone who totally harshes his vibe: Jensen Ackles; a prude with a stick up his ass the size of Texas.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 16,484; Warnings: Drug Use, Homophobia

I also consistently reread these two stories:

Miles to Go by @dollylux

As Jensen’s assistant, Jared takes care of him at work. As a man in love, he can’t help that he wants to wrap him up in a warm blanket and take care of him in every other aspect of his life, too.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 8,176; Warnings: None

And When We Kiss by grace_fully

Jensen is not amused by the the tall football douche who sits in front of him in organic chem. In fact, he prefers to torture him whenever possible. 

Rating: PG-13 to NC-17; Word Count: 14,870; Warnings: None

We are so lucky in the J2 fandom to have so many wonderful writers and stories. I have a lot of lists, a lot of fics, but these are ones I go back to often ❤

Friends to Lovers w/ Ten
  • k so
  • i’m sorry if this is really shitty okay
  • idk how to do this exactly???
  • like, i’m gonna try my best k anon
  • bUT I’M SORRY
  • also it’s 1:17 am right now and yeah
  • my brain feels stupid i’m sorry 
  • let’s start right away
  • soooooo
  • both of you meet in highschool probably
  • like you went to the same class but you never talked to each other
  • but you always felt lowkey interested in him you know
  • you loved how he would always be dancing and talking in every class
  • he was really talented and you could tell that he was really dedicated
  • i mEAN DID YALL SEE HIS PREDEBUT VIDS WERE HE SINGS AND RAPS AND DANCES
  • HE LEAVES MY ASS IS SHOOK
  • even with his tragic predebut pics
  • and he only knew a few things of you
  • like the subjects you’re the best at and who your closest friends were
  • but let’s talk about how you started to be bffs
  • so, once you had to do those grupal proyects where the teacher is the one who decides the groups right
  • god i h8 those lmao
  • but long short story, you did most of the work bc his lazy ass was just making of your project a mess
  • and he would just spend his time talking with you about him, and mostly his passions and dreams
  • and the reason why he started liking you was because you would always listen to him carefully and would believe in him
  • so yeah, he had a crush on you <3
  • and you low-key had one with him too
  • i mean, we’re talking about ten chittaphon leechaiyapornkul here
  • but any of you confessed
  • why?
  • do yall remember that moment in nct life in bangkok when his teacher said that he wasn’t interested in girls bc he only cared about follow his dreams
  • well that happened
  • and yall knew about this!! and he would appreciate that you prefered him to follow his dreams over staying just for you
  • “when you are in korea, please don’t forget about me, okay?~~”
  • “forget the person who believes in me more than anyone? never!”
  • he was so caring and sweet towards you even when he was a lil baby aw
  • and he never ever forgot about you!
  • even once he was in there he would make sure to never forget to text you or call you everyday
  • and when he did, the next day you would have like a hundred of messages from him apologizing
  • but you didn’t care bc you knew that it was because of how tired he was bc of the practices and stuff
  • my heart suddenly is in pain
  • i have the most hardworking baby as a bias i love him
  • and when he told you that he was going to debut you planed everything
  • you would go to korea and surprise him and congratulate him with hugs and kisses
  • and everythings was working out well until there was this day when he randomly got a text from you
  • “ten? hey so guess what loser, i came to korea yesterday to surprise you but this is city is so big and i’m lost and scared and can you help me a little here pls”
  • lmao
  • bUT BUT BUT HE GAVE YOU THE WARMEST HUG WHEN HE SAW YOU AND HE INVITED YOU TO THE DORMS AND YOU MET THE REST OF NCT
  • you couldn’t say nothing in korean so yeah, it was really awkward when the other members tried to talk with you in thai lmao
  • jaemin flirted with you in thai the whole time lol
  • but you guys had so much fun!!
  • and everything happened in like a month or so
  • and when he realized that he was still in love with you he was so surprised with his own feelings
  • but he wasn’t going to lose you one more time, forget about it
  • but he didn’t confess until like three days before you had to go back to thailand
  • “you know what y/n? i really missed you, and, i missed having all this feelings again, you know?”
  • “feelings?”
  • “you know, before coming here i had the biggest crush on you, and being by your side always bringed me so much happiness. without you i feel empty”
  • and your heart was beating so fast
  • “i-i liked you too and, i-i think i still do, actually”
  • and he smiled at you witht hat wide and beautiful smile of his, he got closer to you and jfc i swear i’m dying
  • “i though that it was something from the past but, it’s not, my heart still races when i saw you and i still have so many strong feelings for you”
  • he grabbed your hands and played with them
  • and you were completly in blank, his touches only were making you more flustered and fuck why does he have to be so perfect i hate him
  • but you were also like boi i have to go back to other country in like three days don’t say all of this to me noW
  • “please, stay here with me, y/n. i can help you with korean and you can stay in the dorms w me for a while but~~ don’t leave, princess”
  • damn it was a hard decision but guess who’s living in korea now lmao
  • anD WHEN YOU SAID YES THOUGHHHHHHHHHHH
  • he hugged you and spined you around and omg he was so happy an smiley
  • “i won’t let you down y/n, you’ll have a great time here i promise”
  • i’m so soft rn i need to sleep
  • bye babies i hope yall like it
  • even tho it’s really shitty i’m sorry
ditched at the bell

A/N: First Peter imagine haha. Yikes, I hope it ended up in character. I tried to do Spider-Man as more confident than Peter would be, because that’s usually what happens haha. This is dedicated to my best friend, who helped me figure out what to do for a first imagine. Hope you all enjoy! Also, this is written for Tom Holland’s Peter Parker.

summary: Peter ditches you after school, but then you meet New York’s newest hero.

pairing: peter parker x reader


You rushed to slide into your seat beside Peter before the bell rang. You’d just sat down when it went off and you sighed in relief. You heard Peter chuckling and you sent him a smirk.

“Shh, I made it,” you told him. He shrugged and smiled widely at you. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest and you willed it to calm down as you both looked back toward your teacher.

Halfway through class, your teacher started talking about the chemistry project she was assigning. You held in your groan and sent Peter a disgusted look. He held in a laugh and nudged your shoulder.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, leaning in close. “I’ll be your partner.”

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Samurai Bravo; College Dorms and First Meetings

Chapter One.
College Dorms and First Meetings
Dedication: C2ndy2c1d
So I thought I would make a little thing for my dear friend and what went from a small idea of a drabble turned into this amazing idea of a college adventure of them bonding and male friendship between two very different guys. So this will be more then a drabble, it will be a drabble series inspired by C2ndy and her Laundry Day comic. What better way for the two to meet and be forced to interact then college? Everyone! Do the monkey!

——-Line break——-

It was a mystery to everyone around how Johnny had gotten into college and many wondered if he had cheated when spelling his name correctly. Maybe it was the fact he was slowly realizing the views everyone had on him were far from positive and that maybe if he applied himself, he could make something of himself and use his fabulous sense of style and design and become a fashion artist. He had always enjoyed doodling and he knew the female body well and how every body curved differently, because oh mama, did Johnny love the way every girl was different. Curves, lanky, short, tall, thin or big. That was to say he didn’t appreciate a guy now in then but come on, what guy could ever look as good as this one man army?

Johnny flexed by reflex at the thought.

Unpacking his clothes into small dresser he was given on his side of the dorm room, he was almost concerned as to who his room mate would be, he didn’t think the dorms were co ed as there weren’t any babes walking through the halls all casual and the few he saw were giggling over their boyfriends. So yeah, he had a feeling that he would be rooming with a guy. Putting the bright pink boxers away, Johnny looked to the single box of cereal his momma had packed for him to take with.

“Mmm. Frosted Sugar Bits. The great taste of frosted sugar in bits.”

With how absorbed he was in the box of cavity causing cereal, Johnny was obviously to the figure stepping through the door. Really, he wasn’t trying to be sneaky, he was trying to simply move about as most others did though with how he could walk up and behind the fit figure of his room mate easily and without notice, Jack wondered if maybe he should try harder to make noise as he walked and be less of a samurai even if just for a while. Instead of contemplating it much more, he tapped the blondes shoulder.

Johnny jumped, tossing the cereal to his bed and turning, swinging his arms out in karate chops and legs in low, awkward kicks. “I’m a master of karate here! But no matter what, no one touch the hair.” He warned and chopped at the air. Noticing the amused looking man, Johnny put his hands down and looked him over. Tall, fit, odd bathroom like dress, hair in a ponytail, squinty face. Oh my god!

“I know what you are! You’re a hippie!”

Confusion settled onto jacks face, cocking his head to the side and slowly moving to put his simple, small suitcase onto the twin bed on the other side of the room. He was waiting silently for an explanation and as he did, he could swear he saw a fly buzz through the room and go through the blondes ears before cleaning one ear out with a pinkie. Jack finally caved in, closing his eyes for a moment and glancing to Johnny, slowing his speech gently just in case. He didn’t want to say something that went over his room mates head and caused any tension.

“I am not a hippie, my friend. This is the traditional clothing of a samurai who has dedicated their life upon the ways of honor, sacrifice, kindness and fairness upon all amongst the lands-”
“Soooooo you’re a hippie thats been made in China?”

“ … No. I am a samurai.”

“Right, what did I say?”

Already exhausted from the first meeting, Jack felt it would be easier to focus upon unpacking and trying to fit in a bit more to the college scene as it was called. As much as he loved his robes and the comforts of his wooden scandals, he needed to blend in, continue the search for Aku and vanquish the evil upon these lands-

“Enough about you though, let’s talk about me, Johnny Bravo. Wanna see me comb my hair real nice?”

“Not exactly.”
“Can you do the monkey?”

It had been less then five minutes and Jack knew … he would be tested well by his room mate who had moved past Jack to go through the clothing and small possessions he had acquired.

“Oh it’s one of those fancy bread slicers, let’s get some butter and make some pizza.”

“Please! Put down my sword!”

“Is that a codeword for Chinese food?”

Very tested.