i wish i could make more posts but i don't have the time today

an open letter to my body:

dear eyes,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for thinking that the deep brown curious hue of your essence was every anything less than magical.
i’m sorry that my entire life your every cell has worked to let me see the beauty in the world, and all I’ve ever done is put you down.
and they say that you never know how beautiful brown eyes are until you’ve loved someone who has them,
but I should’ve loved myself first.
and for that I am sorry.

dear hair,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for every time I resented the way you refuse to stay put, for believing that the best way to love you was to tame you.
i’m sorry for every time I drew hatred from your tangled tendencies, for every time I wanted to chop you down with an axe simply so that you were out of the way.
you are the part of me that dances in the wind, the part of me that grows fiercely and unapologetically.
and they say that if you love something you should leave it wild.
i’m sorry for not leaving you wild.

dear breasts,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry because you and I have fought a long, hard battle to get to where we are today.
i’m sorry for all the times I wished you were bigger, smaller, less saggy, more perky, more even, less loud.
you are the very essence of my womanhood, something that is fierce and tender and strong and brave and everything I take pride in.
i’m so sorry I ever treated you like anything less.

dear shoulders,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry that I hid you behind long sleeves and shame for all these years.
i’m sorry that something as small and insignificant as acne could make me forget your worth.
i’m sorry for every time i stood with you hunched over instead of standing tall with pride, because the scars that you carry are constellations,
and you are as big and ethereal as the sky.

dear thighs,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for believing that you carried too much weight, that you were ever too large to be beautiful or sexy or wanted.
you are a mountain landscape,
protecting the valley inside with all your might and standing strong in the face of hurricanes.
you are so much more than I ever gave you credit for, and I should have wanted you all along.

dear feet,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for thinking you are anything less than resilient.
you have carried me to every point in my life, every up and down.
you have picked me up from every failure and the depths of hell itself.
you have never given up, even when I thought that I might.
you have stepped on glass and walked through fire to get me to where I am today, and I am forever grateful.

dear tummy,
I am so, so sorry.
i am sorry and ashamed for all the nights I cried myself to sleep because I thought you were not good enough,
I am sorry for every time I compared you, beat you down, sucked you in, tried to hide you.
I am sorry for every single time I even considered starving you.
you are where I felt the butterflies of my first love.
you expand when my voice needs to be heard.
you are the powerhouse that keeps me going, and I have treated you so, so, cruelly.
i’m sorry.

dear voice,
i am sorry.
i am sorry for all the times I let myself buy into the preconceived notion that you are not worth listening to.
i am sorry for every time i silenced you instead of letting you speak.
i am sorry for not singing more, speaking louder, yelling, screaming.
I am sorry that I ever thought I needed to hide you under my curtain of my fear of not being accepted.
you are powerful, and brave, and worth listening to.
you do not deserve to be caged, and I am sorry.

dear body,
i am sorry.
your every cell, every second of every minute of every day goes into keeping me alive.
you have loved me so well and so deeply, and I have been so blind to your worth.


I will never be able to repay you,

but I will start by choosing to love you.

Dick didn’t mean to get nostalgic, but sometimes it happened— the Manor was like that. It was hard to walk through a decade of memories without feeling them, especially when everything looked the same. Of course it did. Bruce didn’t like it when things changed on him. 

Dick ran a hand over the kitchen counters as he passed, up onto the wall and across the room. Yeah, exactly the way he remembered, minus Alfred at the stove. He was out today, probably at the grocery store or waiting in a middle school parking lot somewhere. It was about that time. 

His circled the kitchen until his fingers hit the doorframe and stuck on the tape measure glued alongside the wood– right on top of his own name written in Bruce’s handwriting, accompanied by a date six years old. He’d been awfully small back then, hadn’t he? Dick bent down to read the very bottom of the chart, smiling a little bit at the memory. He would have been eight back then. He made Bruce mark his own height on the wall the first time, even though Bruce had protested that he already knew how tall he was. But that wasn’t the point, and he’d given in eventually.

That mark was still there: the highest one on the wall. Dick remembered staring at it every time he got measured, pleased by the way the gap closed as he grew taller, wondering if it would ever close entirely. It didn’t. Dick had stopped growing four inches beneath Bruce’s 6’2. 

He was trying not to take that metaphorically.

Measure up, he thought. Funny. He paused over the only thing about the kitchen that had changed— the two marks on the height wall that said Jason (half an inch and three months apart) and wondered if Jason stared at Bruce’s mark too. Or maybe even Dick’s.

Good luck, Dick thought, and left.


Tim understood why Bruce was angry, although “angry” might have been the wrong word. He was upset really, but on Bruce upset and angry looked the same— like slamming doors and punches that were just a little bit too hard. Like not looking Tim in the eye, but staring at him when he thought he wouldn’t notice.

He noticed. Hard not to. 

You didn’t do anything wrong, he reminded himself, and Bruce knows that. He’ll get over it in a few days. He always does.

Until then, Tim figured it was best to stay out of the way. He was hiding out in the kitchen, well away from Bruce, staring at the cause of this month’s episode: the growth chart in by the door, specifically two marks labeled Tim and Jason.
Tim’s mark was higher. That made it official— he was taller than Jason had ever been. 

Bruce must have seen that coming, but maybe plain seeing it was harder. Tim didn’t blame him for being upset or angry or whatever he was— maybe feeling upset made him angry?— especially when he felt guilty himself. He didn’t mean to outgrow Jason, by any definition. He was just… growing. By himself. 

Shouldn’t that be a good thing?

Yes. But that didn’t mean it was good for Bruce. 

Tim tapped aimlessly on the kitchen table, searching for the source of the guilt he could feel eating through his chest. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He was doing his best to minimize the problem. What else was there?

It was perfectly reasonable for Bruce to be upset. Jason was his son— a more important person than Tim, who was not— and death was hard to handle. Tim knew that. More important. Jason was more important. 

Tim wished he wasn’t. He hated himself for wishing that. 


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happy birthday, even, isak x even.

they’re huddled together at the table, what’s left of even’s birthday cake sitting abandoned in front of them. he prods at it with a fork, making swirls in the baby blue icing - vilde had made it in the shape of a star and piped shine bright across the top. he’d loved it. 

“did you have fun?” isak asks, throwing an arm around even’s shoulder and pulling him in so close. even smiles, closing his eyes against the feeling of isak’s mouth at his temple, the warmth of his touch at even’s neck. 

“I did.”

”you don’t have to say that.”

“I’m not.” he never is. he never just says anything to isak any more. he stopped pretending long ago. he stopped being a lot of things he wasn’t.

“it’s not that late, we can still go out if you want to.”

no.”

“okay.”

even drops the fork, turning to grab at isak instead. it had been a good birthday - one of the best - and he was happy to be able to sit and think on it. to remember all of his blessings. “sonja messaged me today,” he hears himself say, relieved when isak just smiles.

“that’s nice.”

“every year, for my birthday, she used to make me write down what I wanted on a piece of paper. like a wish.” even curls up into his chair a little more, playing at the collar of isak’s shirt. “then we’d turn it into a little boat, take it down to the water and watch it float away.’

“really? cool. what did you wish for? or can’t you tell me? in case it doesn’t come true?”

“well some of them did. I got a new guitar, and one of my drawings got published in a magazine - ”

“seriously?”

“and I met someone who changed me.”

“you mean me?” isak says, exaggerated, putting a hand to his chest. even can’t help the laughter that bubbles up, quick and sharp, from his belly. “you met me?”

“yes. you. man of my life.”

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anonymous asked:

Uhh maybe 1, 7 and 10 for daddy Jinyoung. I know that prince has a choking kink tbh👀👀 I don't know if requests are still open but rough/dom Jinyoung is the only Jinyoung I wanna know sexually.

Title: Secrets of the Bedroom                                                                        
Pairing: Park Jinyoung X Reader                                                                      
Rating: NC-17                                                                                    
Summary: After many years thinking your boyfriend was an innocent sweetheart who just enjoyed making love to you, you found out about his little secret of course from non-other than BamBam. You decided to try and get Jinyoung to confess to this little secret of his to see if it’s true or not. Instead you woke a side you probably shouldn’t have.                                                                            
Prompts: ❝You’ve always been a slut haven’t you?❞ | ❝Don’t make me say it again.❞ | ❝Open your mouth.❞
A/N: My first Jinyoung smut which makes me happy because I LOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH. Also I have my recent post here. Enjoy reading!
Smut Game Post: here
Word Count: 4K


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The Night Waves, the Stars Talk, the Years Alone Know

“How did you do it?” Ford asked. Something about his tone made it clear to Stan it wasn’t an idle question. It wasn’t an offhand remark like the hundreds he’s gotten over the years. It wasn’t the rhetorical awe Soos or the kids sometimes gave him. It wasn’t even the admiration and frustration from one genius to another (hey—criminal genius is still genius, right?) It was asked in a low, clear voice.

No accusation, no awe, no admiration. Just a simple question, one brother to another. With an undercurrent of sadness that resonated deep within Stanley’s bones.

He knew exactly what Ford was referring to the moment he asked. He considered playing dumb, but he knew Ford no longer fell for that—not with him.

“Stanley?” Ford asked again, slight worry creeping into his tone. Stan sighed and turned to face his brother. The cool night air swayed their hair with the breeze, but nothing else was moving. It was a still night, cloudless, perfect for watching the stars. And telling a dead man’s story, apparently, Stan thought.

“Inside,” was all Stan said, turning to duck into the cabin and make himself a cup of hot chocolate before plunging into the story. (What could Stan say? Mabel had ruined him for coffee, it had to be hot chocolate now).

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nessaelanesse  asked:

Hey, I'm really sorry to bother you and I hope I'm not out of line but I just read your newest post about your stomach and I'm curious... Do you have any idea what's wrong? See, I've got something similar and for the last year and a half I've been living on rice, chicken and the few veggies that don't make me sick. I've lost a third of my original weight, but all the doctors I've gone too have no idea what's wrong! Which is why I'm asking. I hope I'm not out of line and I wish you the best day!!

Not a damn clue. My diagnosis currently ranges from “you’re overweight try losing weight” (no longer valid since I dropped fucking 20lbs in a month and likely wasn’t valid for most of my symptoms to begin with) it’s “just” IBS (a chronic condition unto itself which too few people including doctors seem to realize and dismiss as non life impacting simply because it’s “common”) leaky gut caused by allergies (previously thought to be celiac but repeatedly tested negative for) chronic GERD (somewhat more under control than it was to the point when I am off my meds which worsened the other symptoms) vocal chord dysfunction (previously misdiagnosed as asthma which before that was misdiagnosed as purely anxiety when in fact the reason I was panicking was because I couldn’t breathe) “it’s just anxiety” (which yes I have anxiety, but I’ve realized a LOT of it was being caused by allergies causing a near constant adrenaline response so that was fun. Nice to know I was on sedatives as a teenager because no one bothered to listen to me when I said eating XYZ hurt), hormonal problems (despite my hormones always being “normal”), and last but not least “I mean, it could be fibromyalgia or an autoimmune disease, your symptoms are kind of hard to pin down”. That latter part being a direct quote from a doctor. 

I’ve also had severe issues with my teeth, which since I have switched to a holistic dentist, have largely been resolved. (Still in pain, but every time he does something my health bounces up a notch so it’s a process I’ll be working with him toward fixing over the next few years. He even suspects I might have been getting mercury poisoning from some seriously dangerously over the limit leaking amalgam fillings I got in my early teens. He’s also the only dentist willing to remove my root canal teeth because they’ve never fully healed.)

So. Yea. I have some of my own possible theories that it might be SIBO which many doctors here in the US seem reluctant to even admit is a real thing (my current dr certainly doesn’t and will not test for it despite it being an easy culture test to do) and some possible genetic fuckery/immune system bullshit. Both my parents are extremely ill people with very similar issues, my dad even has an autoimmune disease he doesn’t care enough to even remember the name of so I can’t just narrow the field and test directly for that. Thanks dad.

The difference between me and them is I am actively trying to get a diagnosis and claw some semblance of health/sanity back before I turn into a hermit resigned to dying young. 

A big thing for me seems to be allergies/intolerances which have sprung up in the last few years. (Rice is the first thing doctors recommend for eating “plain” food but it’s actually a huge trigger food for a LOT of people) Eating only organic seems to have helped (suggesting a preservative allergy, which my allergist just kind of said “I believe you, but there’s no reliable test for it so just…don’t eat them”) 

Which is where you find me at now, two years down the rabbit hole of trying to get an accurate diagnosis. As for asking questions, it’s entirely okay to ask questions. I’ve pretty much wound up documenting my chronic health issues because a) it was helping me to keep track of things and then b) my blog got popular due to shenanigans and then a bunch of other people started going “HEY ME TOO” and we’ve created a sort of exhausted support group for each other and also c) the number of people who message me on a daily basis to tell me it helps them to know they are not alone is just…I’ve cried twice today at some of the messages I’ve gotten, and at the time of typing this it’s not even noon. 

I do not mind being public with any of this because gods help me if someone can figure out some small puzzle piece of their life from me falling apart then in some small way it will be worth it. Cause I know what that feeling is like. And I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Chronic health issues are so incredibly isolating.

So yea…next step I’m off to see a natruopathic/functional medicine doctor (yes I made sure they are licensed physicians and not just crazy hippies) in the hopes that she might have some answers for me, or is at least willing to listen to me, which uh, yeah, the more you refuse to accept suffering to be your way of life, many doctor’s don’t seem to appreciate. I had my GI doctor tell me I shouldn’t google my symptoms and just accept the fact that the meds he prescribed for the chronic GERD would dissolve my intestines which, hahahahah, ha. No. I do not accept that. Not even a little bit.

Undertale - Starter Sentences
  • SPOILER WARNINGS AHEAD! Please proceed with caution. As always, feel free to change any pronouns/words to your liking.
  • "You're new here, aren'tcha?"
  • "Golly, you must be so confused."
  • "Hey buddy, you missed some."
  • "Is this a joke? Are you braindead?"
  • "You just wanted to see me suffer."
  • "Ah, do not be afraid, my child."
  • "Welcome to your new home."
  • "Here, take my hand for a moment."
  • "I should not have left you alone for so long."
  • "Surprise! It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie."
  • "I want you to have a nice time living here."
  • "I have seen it time and time again. They come. They leave. They die."
  • "I am only protecting you, do you understand?"
  • "Hmph. You are just like the others."
  • "Attack or run away!"
  • "I know you want to go home, but..."
  • "I promise I will take good care of you here. I know we do not have much, but... We can have a good life here."
  • "My expectations... My loneliness... My fear... For you, I will put them aside."
  • "Do not worry about me. Someone has to take care of these flowers."
  • "Quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp."
  • "I will bathe in a shower of kisses every morning."
  • "Hmm... Maybe this lamp will help you."
  • "He's playing poker by himself. He appears to be losing."
  • "I can't be your friend!"
  • "I guess this means I have to go out on a date with you?"
  • "All that pressure to succeed... Really got to her..."
  • "You know what would be more valuable to everyone? If you were dead."
  • "You think I'm gonna be friends with you, huh?"
  • "We're gonna be best friends!!"
  • "Envision these vegetables as your greatest enemy! Now!! Pound them to dust with your fists!!"
  • "Uh, you know, like a robotic TV star or something."
  • "Now he's an unstoppable killing machine with a thirst for human blood?"
  • "Yes, she scrawls her name in the margins of the notes. She names programming variables after her. She even writes stories of them together, sharing a domestic life. Probability of crush -- 101%."
  • "Yeah, you gotta save your money for college and spiders."
  • "D-Dude... I can't... I can't take this anymore! Not like this!! Like, [NAME]! I like... I like, LIKE you, bro!"
  • "I found a gun in the dumpster!"
  • "He's like, my robot husband. He just doesn't know it yet."
  • "You've still got time. Don't live like me. I'm 19-years old, and I've already wasted my entire life."
  • "Never interact with attractive people."
  • "Why do people find him so attractive? He's literally just a freaking rectangle."
  • "Future? What future? I'll probably be trapped at this stupid job forever."
  • "This was all just a big show. An act. [NAME] has been playing you for the fool the whole time."
  • "All so you would think she's the great person that she's not."
  • "Nice day today, huh? Birds are singing, flowers are blooming..."
  • "We could be like... Like a family..."
  • "You really are an idiot."
  • "Killing me is the only way to end this."
  • "If you let me live... I'll come back. I'll kill you. I'll kill everyone you love."
  • "Don't you realize that being nice... just makes you get hurt?"
  • "Let's go to the garbage dump!!"
  • "She's so confident... And strong... And funny..."
  • "I'm just a nobody. A fraud. All I've ever done is hurt people. I've told her so many lies, she thinks I'm... She thinks I'm a lot cooler than I actually am."
  • "If she gets close to me, she'll... She'll find out the truth about me. ... What should I do?"
  • "Let's roleplay it."
  • "I kiss her back... S...softly... I... l-look gently into her eyes... I START HOLLERING!! [NAME]!!! I LOVE YOU!!! [NAME]!!! KISS ME AGAIN, [NAME]!!!"
  • "...WHAT did you just say?"
  • "You don't have to lie to me. I don't want you to have to lie to anyone anymore."
  • "[NAME]... I want to help you become happy with who you are."
  • "Anime is real, RIGHT?!"
  • "[NAME] and I finished our training early. Very early. So I sent her home. Very home."
  • "Is that your ex? Gee, that's rough, buddy."
  • "OH MY GOD. Will you two just smooch already?!"
  • "It's all your fault. It's all because you made them love you."
  • "Your life will end here, where no one remembers you..."
  • "No! I don't need anyone!"
  • "[NAME]... Do you know why I keep doing this? Why I keep fighting to have you around?"
  • "I'm doing this... because you're special. You're the only one that understands me."
  • "I care about you, [NAME]. I care about you more than anyone else in the world."
  • "I'm not ready for this to end. I'm not ready to say goodbye to someone like you again."
  • "I'm so alone... I'm so afraid... [NAME], I... I... I'm so sorry."
  • "I always was a crybaby, wasn't I?"
  • "I wish I could tell you how everyone feels about you."
  • "I understand if you can't forgive me. I understand if you hate me. I acted so horrible. I hurt you. I hurt so many people. There's no excuse for what I've done."
  • "Maybe... The truth is... [NAME] wasn't really the greatest person."
  • "You're the type of friend I wish I always had."
  • "Take a deep breath. There's nothing left to worry about."
Why I FUCKING LOVE the signs
  • Aries: you think you're a star and to me, you really are. There's a fire in you that never ever goes out. Everything you do, you do it with a passion I haven't seen in any other sign. And when you love, you love with all your soul. That's why I love you.
  • Taurus: I love you because there is no way to know you and not love you. Everything about you is adorable. You have the weirdest habits and strangest worries and I have an urge to hold you and tell you that none of the bad things you fear are ever going to happen to you because I will be there to protect you, and I want to be a part of your life forever.
  • Gemini: you're sassy and smart and witty and cool. I look up to you and how you deal with things. You impress me every single day. I love you because you never fail to surprise me, and because you make me want to be stronger, smarter and cooler, just like you. Loving you means learning to love myself. Loving you means growing. Loving you means new experiences on a daily basis and a life like a never ending journey.
  • Cancer: you always find the right words to make me remember who I am, because you don't forget. You're the keeper of the treasure that is pure, honest joy, and I trust you with all my heart. You remind me of how beautiful life can be and I love you cause you make me feel like we're in a movie.
  • Leo: you're merely the king of the jungle when it comes down to the two of us. You're a wild little cub with a heart of gold. You've got a playful side to you that you're afraid to show, but those who are close to you know your need for harmony and happiness. But even when you're feeling weak, you act strong to protect the ones you love. And that's why I love you.
  • Virgo: it is funny to me when people expect you to be the calculating perfectionist you come off as in private, too, because I know that you're a wild child at heart. More explicitely, you can be a total freak. You let go when you're secure, and then, you're free. Watching you just being you in your own little bubble is mesmerizing to me. Sometimes, I feel like we're a world apart, but then, you pull me back into yours. You're addicting. And I fucking love you.
  • Libra: you are so beautiful, inside and out. I can rely on you. With you, I feel safe. You laugh with me when I'm happy, you cry with me when I'm sad. I value your empathy and your radiant presence. You are a gift to everyone who knows you. I wish you could love yourself like I love you. I know I will love you forever.
  • Scorpio: when I'm down, you pick me up. You give me the extra kick I need. You can be like a drug. I love you because you give me everything I need and more. Spending time with you is an adventure, I never know what's next. You keep me excited. With you, one can make the craziest memories that make stories you wouldn't tell a soul, unless you're fucking wasted. We can share a secret. You're a friend one can count on and I will always want you in my life.
  • Saggitaurus: you have the lovely, golden, innocent soul of a little puppy. It is impossible to spend time with you and not get attached. You're cute and funny and adorable, you're full of energy and you make me want to be more positive,too. You always try your best to be the best you can be and I highly appreciate effort you put in everything you do. I love you because it's impossible not to.
  • Capricorn: like caramel ice cream, you've got a cold, hard shell, but a sweet, melting core. To get you to let me have a bit of that sweetness is my main motivation on my mission to get close to you. You're a challenge. You excite me. And I can tell by the sparkle in your eyes that you like to play this game as much as I do. I love you cause you play it cool, but I know you're just a kid at heart. You make me want to make you laugh, I want to make you happy.
  • Aquarius: you're art. You're fascinating, intimidating, challenging and never what others expect you to be. I love you like a little child loves the beautiful princess on an oil painting in the museum, I love you like an old woman that hears what used to be her favourite song when she was young after a long, long time and I love you like an addict loves the rush. You're an inspiration, motivation, a safe haven and a ship that sails to a place I've never been to before.
  • Pisces: your presence is so soothing. You are beautiful to look at, calming to listen to, you're delicate like a flower, but with the mind of a garden. I love you because you show me how easy life can be. You are a role model to others.
InuKag Last Day Bonus: Thank You Cynthia

I can’t believe InuKag Week is actually ending today. It’s been such an amazing fun wild seven days, and it’s felt like an avalanche I was snowboarding on from the very beginning on Monday to the last today. 

All the content has filled me with so much InuKag love, I didn’t even think I was capable of loving this ship anymore than I do, but everyone combined putting out amazing effort to post or reblog or submit, it’s almost like we were all together at a week long festival just happy to be around. I’ve discovered so many people from this event, my following list has GROWN exponentially haha. 

Last year I made a post like this thanking the fandom, and trust me when I say none of this is possible without the participation and love of a large group of people supporting us throughout the entire thing. You all are the heart and soul of this machine, and it doesn’t have a purpose without you. 

But this year I want to Thank Someone very special and dear to this fandom and myself:

@inukag aka Cynthia, has given so much to make not only this event, but our corner of the InuKag fandom an incredibly fun and interactive place. Last year when we did InuKag week together, we were both already excited and expectant for InuKag Week 2017, and before we knew it, IT WAS 2017, and she had taken care of ALL the prompts, ALL the edits, she REVAMPED the theme of this site, and from the very start on Monday at midnight, she was checking the tags, answering asks, doing it all while I was sleeping

(And “Family” day btw? I’ve already told you, but it WRECKED ME. Like a damn wrecking ball, Miley Cyrus aside, it ended my life over and over and over again.) 

She can try telling you we were a team today, but if we were a team, she was my leader and I followed a few miles behind in absolute awe. 

She needs 100% credit for this week, and WHAT BETTER PERSON to give credit to for InuKag week if not the sole owner of the canon InuKag url. (Doesn’t get better than this, folks)

Maybe you’ve known her as “towards-tomorrow” or maybe you’ve just gotten to know her these past two years as “inukag”, but I can promise you that if you’ve ever looked up anything remotely InuKag, you have probably liked or reblogged her gifs and beautiful gorgeous edits or analysis essays. Her imprint on this fandom echoes out from years and years ago to the present. 

She’s been patient and tolerant and kind, digging through canon material to explain things to us- us who have no clue what chapter is what. You could ask her “what chapters did Kagome get mad at Inuyasha?” and she’ll pull out annotated pages with highlighted quotes and footnotes. 

This girl spent days and sleepless hours making sure the promos for the InuKag Week 2017 Master Post were perfect- sometimes, sometimes I wish everyone got a behind the scenes look at how she spends meticulous time making sure every frame is perfect, making sure she has the right English verbiage, going through drafts and drafts on her tumblr until she has it just right. Still kicking herself sometimes for it not being as perfect as SHE wanted it to be, even though it’s BEYOND PERFECT to everyone else. 

She spent time thinking “How can we make this as inclusive as possible?”. She thinks of ideas on how to make it so every single person can do SOMETHING as long as they want to and have the means to access a computer or phone. 

This InuKag Week has by and large been even more fun and successful than the last, and I just want to take a moment to Thank You

This fandom doesn’t deserve you, it’s never deserved you. And even when you’re burnt out, even when you’re wondering “is it even worth it”, you pull it through and manage to host an entire week long event that ignites us. 

You are the Queen, and this week would never have functioned the way it has without you. 

(We look professional af Cynthia and it’s all because of you.)

One day you might be making events or sites for big corporate companies (maybe a small indie firm), or sit in a really nice office with a window, and I really hope you remember the impact you’ve made in this VERY LARGE corner of the fandom.

I love you, and thank you thank you thank you. 

There’s still the rest of today to enjoy our favorite Soul Mates, so take a break, enjoy your weekend (what’s left of it!) and look back at all these wonderful people celebrating with us. Bask in it. 

HAPPY INUKAG WEEK!!! <3

- Until the next sappy long post on this blog, Mod: Lali

Fluff Month Day 22 - "Whoops"

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Pairing/Characters: Chloe and Nathaniel
I’m currently on a vacation, so if I don’t post the next few days or if I post really late, that’s why.
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“Whoops.”

Nathaniel glowered at Chloe as her hand brushed across his desk, knocking his sketchpad, pencils, and eraser to the floor. Honestly, why did she have to be such a snot sometimes?

He bent down and began picking them up, not bothering to make any sort of retort. Chloe may be mean, but that didn’t mean he had to sink to her level. And anyway, she wasn’t always a bad person. Nathaniel had definitely seen her soft side a few times.

He smirked, remembering how Chloe had reacted to him spotting her at the L'ourve, holding a banner and dressed entirely in yellow, screaming ‘save the bees’ at the top of her lungs. It was definitely something Nathaniel would remember for the rest of his life. There weren’t many times people got to see that side of Chloe.

He liked that side. At least, he liked it more than the side she was displaying today. What with the snotty comments, purposefully trying to trip Marinette, and now knocking all his art supplies of the desk—he wished the bee-saving Chloe would come back.

“You like Queen Bee?”

Nathaniel gave a jump of surprise, turning around to see Chloe still standing over him, but now curiously peering over his shoulder at the drawings still scattered on the floor. He glanced down at the sketches he had made of Queen Bee, Paris’ newest super heroine, and shrugged.

“Well, yeah. She’s pretty amazing,” he said, tilting his head curiously at Chloe as she continued to stare at his drawings. Was this Bee-Saving Chloe talking? He hoped so.

Then, to Nathaniel’s surprise, Chloe smiled slightly. Her face lit up as she bent down and picked up a drawing, holding it close to her face as she lightly traced one of the lines with her finger. Nathaniel watched, in shock, as she inspected the drawing with a real, genuine smile on her face. He felt his own lips tugging upwards as he hurriedly finished collecting his drawings off the floor and stood up, facing Chloe. She didn’t seem to notice, still entranced with the one drawing of Queen Bee in her hands.

“Do you like her too?” He asked, unable to wipe the grin off his face.

Chloe finally looked up, her smile dropping as she seemed to remember where she was and what she was doing. Nevertheless, she shrugged slightly.

“Of course I do,” she answered with her typical Chloe attitude, “she’s way better than that LADYBUG. I don’t know why I was so obsessed with her before.”

Nathaniel laughed, unable to refrain himself as he patted Chloe on the shoulder. She gave him a disgusted look and shoved his hand away, but Nathaniel ignored it.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, “I just didn’t know you were such a fan of Queen Bee.”

“Yeah well, I am,” Chloe replied, suddenly becoming nervous as she continued, “I didn’t know you were a fan either.”

Nathaniel smiled and looked down at the drawing still clutched in Chloe’s hands.

“Well I guess seeing you with that 'save the bees’ poster swayed me into researching more about Queen Bee. Did you know she protests about that stuff too? Pretty incredible.”

When Chloe didn’t respond, Nathaniel looked up from the drawing, and to his surprise he saw Chloe was blushing. She twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger as she shifted back and forth on her feet, acting almost…bashful? But as soon as she caught sight of Nathaniel watching her she straightened up, the blush disappearing off her face.

“Anyway,” she said hastily, “here’s your drawing back.”

Chloe shoved her hand holding the drawing out towards Nathaniel, and he stared at it a moment before slowly pushing it back towards her.

“Keep it,” he said, smiling gently, “I have tons, and you seem to like that one.”

Chloe’s eyes widened, but she quickly reined herself in, not allowing herself to act on her excitement. She stood there a moment, not quite sure what to do, before finally inhaling and holding the picture tightly in her hands.

“Okay,” she forced out, “th-thank you.”

Nathaniel smiled wider, happy to see the nice side of Chloe again. He had missed it. Before he could say anything, though, Chloe had already left his desk, walking down the stairs that led out of the classroom. She walked to the door of the classroom, swinging it open to leave before she finally turned back. Her eyes locked with Nathaniel’s, and for the second time that day she smiled at him.

“Keep drawing, Nathaniel. You’re…almost good.”

With that, Chloe exited the classroom, swinging the door shut behind her and leaving Nathaniel alone with his drawings, art supplies, and thoughts.

“Almost good,” he thought, chuckling to himself as he pushed his drawings back into the folder Chloe had knocked them out of, “she said my drawings were almost good.”

Picasso and Street Lamps, Pt. 10: Oh, Boy, Your Eyes Betray What Burns Inside You

It’s been a while, huh? Sorry about that. But I’m back, and since it’s July (aka THE MONTH OF MY SON’S BIRTHDAY), every Monday I’ll be posting a segment of PaSL featuring Lance!

This segment is set about a month and a half after “We’ll Paint the Moon,” and the title is from Woodkid’s “I Love You.” It’s a really good Klance song, I recommend it heavily.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF-HATRED AND DEPRESSION.

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Lance was usually so full of life and bravado that realizing he genuinely thought he was useless hurt Keith.

There had been signs for months, moments when the smile seemed forced and the swagger weak, but any fears were easily placated by quick kisses and murmurs of affection. It wasn’t until he and Lance had moved in together that Keith saw the true extent of his boyfriend’s self-loathing.

“Lance? Class got cut short, the professor has food poisoning,” he says as he opens the door to their apartment.

There’s no response, which scares Keith- Lance is never this quiet. “Lance? You home?” He drops his backpack by the fridge and checks the couch- nothing. Not even the remote has moved since them watching Cutthroat Kitchen last night. Eventually, he notices the door to their room is slightly ajar. “Lance?”

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anonymous asked:

aaa this might be weird & ofc you don't have to do it but RFA learns that MC has almost no food during the bomb threat @_@ thank you, your writing is amazing!

First of all, thank you so much for the compliment! It’s nice to get some positive feedback and this honestly made me smile.
Anyways, here are the hcs (I included V as part of the RFA of course), I hope I interpreted your request correctly and I hope you enjoy reading these!
Also, I’m sorry this took so long, but school started and I had another request fo finish before this (which is this one https://y00sungshairpin.tumblr.com/post/165376199353/juminv-with-crying-v-after-a-flashback-pretty #spon) but now I’m back yayy!!

Yoosung:
- he begs Seven to give him your address
- which he denies, obviously
- he is determined to find out where you live and cook for you every day
- of course if he entered the building the bomb might go off so he can’t actually come to save you
- but he still gets super mad at Seven, this boy
- all he can do is keep checking on you 24/7 on the messenger
- he calls you very often to ask you if you’ve had anything to eat today and how much food you have left
- whenever you tell him you only managed to have one meal for the whole day he goes insane
- he’s suffering for this more than you are
- sometimes he starts crying in the middle of phone calls because he’s so frustrated he can’t rescue you
- and after the bomb issue is finally fixed and he sees you at the party he feeds you the entire buffet and takes you out to dinner afterwards

Zen:
- he is constantly reminding you how important it is for you to eat well
- so when he finds out you’re running out of food his protectiveness increases by like 300%
- he sends death threats to Seven to try and get your address
- he even manages to contact V but he still gets nothing out of it
- starts sending at least one selfie per hour
- “At least try and feed off of my beauty”
- keeps giving you tips on how to keep your body healthy by doing some exercise
- “But you should still rest very often since you can’t get much energy from the little food you have”
- so caring
- every time he calls you he goes on and on about how he wishes he could be with you right now to take care of you
- as soon as the bomb issue is solved he asks you to meet up with him at his house
- when you get there you see him standing by the door with two shopping bags in hand
- “This stuff is all for you, babe.”
- but not before a kiss… or two
- he probably made some stupid joke about eating his face beforehand

Jaehee:
- when she finds out she doesn’t lose her composure
- instead, she tries to find a solution
- she does a lot of research and reports everything to you
- for example she tells you to use condiments like oil or salt to add some calories to your food
- which seems to actually work
- and of course she suggests you to drink coffee regularly
- which is one of the few things you still have
- doesn’t sleep because she’s too concerned and busy with research
- puts pressure on Seven to solve the bomb issue so that you can go out
- once the problem has been solved, she is extremely relieved
- she wishes she could come see you, but Jumin makes her life hell after she’s no longer doing research for your safety
- she has to catch up on all the work she left behind
- ut when you meet at the party she invites you over to her house to make you coffee and cookies
- wHICH ARE AMAZING
- from then on she makes sure to prepare something for you every day, just in case you get stuck somewhere with no food again

Jumin:
- boy wants to call the police
- or send bodyguards to your place at least
- he speaks to his nutritionist, his chef, his personal trainer, his doctor and everyone who could help with you situation
- asks Jaehee to make report after report
- gives you any advice he can find
- sends blurry pictures of food
- “So that you can at least see it”
- not really helpful
- you tell him
- he didn’t know it would make things worse
- (not so) poor (not so) innocent soul has never been hungry in his life
- when he can finally meet you he brings along his chef and nutritionist and makes sure you have a balanced and abundant meal
- and from that day on he keeps on checking on you regularly to make sure you have a balanced and rich diet

707:
- does everything in his power to fix the bomb problem asap
- meanwhile he keeps watching you on the cctv feed and if he notices you’re having trouble sleeping or you’re not doing well because of lack of food he will call you
- no matter the time, as soon as he sees you rub your tummy or trip over stuff or sit on the floor because you can’t bear to walk he will call you
- he will ask about your day, although he already knows everything about it
- he tells you loads of jokes, stories about some of his crazy missions and won’t stop telling you how he will build a giant rocket and take you to the moon
- all that is aimed to distracting you from food but he highkey enjoys it
- he’s so upset that he knows where you are but he can’t help you
- and when he finally manages to come rescue you he brings hundreds of bags of honey buddha chips and other stuff
- it makes him really proud that he could be helpful to you

V:
- comes to rescue you, the bomb goes off and everyone dies
- jk
- he’s tempted though
- he can’t sit still while his… while you are in great danger
- and moreover with no food!
- he’s cONSTANTLY CALLING
- he even goes to Seven’s house to watch you through the cameras
- even though he can’t really see that much
- when you finally meet the RFA Seven will tell you how V kept pacing around the apartment, making puzzles and screaming into pillows in frustration
- he gets all blushy when you giggle at that
- cute little caring baby
- he’s the most concerned out of all the members
- “Are you sure you actually have no food? Or are you just not eating because you don’t want to? You should really get three meals per day, be healthy you know?”
- “V, I’m seriously almost out of food.”
- “Oh, alright. Just checking.”
-it’s normal that he would be overly protective considering his… past experiences
- “I wish I could give up my food and being it to you”
- he really doesn’t need to give up his food but he’s just constantly willing to sacrifice himself for others
- which is admirable of course but
- “V, you’re eating, right?”
- “Actually, since you weren’t eating I thought I would do the same to make you feel better.”
- oH MY GOD
- you end up being the one forcing him to eat
- well actually it’s more you forcing Seven to force him to eat
- it still works

overagedpopstar  asked:

Hi! I've read your summary of Levihan fanfic recommendations and I've noticed that you are fond of the concept "pretend lovers". I'd love to read your version of pretend lovers, if you don't mind. (or post your Levihan art if a story is too much.) Thanks :D

*Casually inserts self in a cameo in my own fics* Can you spot me? XD

Anyways, college will start tomorrow and I’m so anxious! But for the mean time, your wish is my command ;)

P.S. I stan Coldplay 

Impress (LeviHan - Pretend Lovers)

Theme: Pretend Relationship

Rating: PG

Warning: Curse Words

send your requests/anons here x.


For the thirty-sixth time around, he turned around to face her and gave her a big fat “NO”. His face was already evidently annoyed, and a frown was already forming on her lips after so much persuasion, only to face rejection.

“Oh come on Levi! I know you also want to go to that concert! You can have the other ticket! I’m not even interested in that band!” she pleaded, but it only made him groan. He’s been hearing the same statement for the past four hours and she was still at it. Admittedly, yes, the offer is tempting, but its her purpose he questions.

“I’m not helping you get tickets for your boyfriend four eyes” he hissed. Yes, she wanted those tickets for someone else, not herself.

“He’s not even my boyfriend!” she countered “Well, yet. He promised me he’ll give me a chance if I manage to get him tickets. You know I’ve already spent my allowance money on my experiments, so this is the last resort I have”

His eyebrows furrowed. She’s worth more than a concert pass. Whoever the douche was, he sure didn’t know how brilliant and amazing the woman was, despite her frequent freaky behavior.

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dandelionandbuttercup  asked:

How do you get inspired? I'm asking you because you seem like an inspired artist

Inspiration is an illusion


Real answer, at no point in my day do I feel inspired, and yet here i am making art. The more you progress with your art the more you realise that feeling really inspired to create something specific is very rare, and it doesn’t necessarily lead to better artwork. In short the trick is to create without feeling “inspired”, but it’s not a very good answer so I’m going to elaborate ahead. This is super long, but I feel like you deserve a serious answer.

1. Step one: get a sketchbook

You’re going to want a place to generate ideas in. Get a sketchbook, it doesn’t have to be fancy or expensive (and for what I’m about to suggest I think it’s actually better to get a cheaper one), ditch the loose sheets flying around your room, keep them for finished illustrations (but we’re not there yet). Aside from keeping all your drawings organized together (thus preventing you from losing your drawings), a sketchbook is fun to flip through.

I’ve had these two for this purpose and was very pleased with both (yeah, they’ve got scribbles all over them. don’t worry about it) the good thing about them is that they’re relatively cheap, but the paper is still of a decent quality.  They have lots of pages,so you’re not as afraid to “waste” them.

2. Step two: Scribble in it, a TON

Keep doodling and scribbling all over it, keep throwing ideas at the paper to see what sticks, even if it’s a shitty idea. Don’t be afraid of “wasting paper”, that’s why you bought a cheaper sketchbook. It doesn’t need to look pretty, a sketchbook is for learning and brainstorming. Looking and my art blog (and most artists’ honestly) you see mostly finished illustrations, so it’s easy to think that I just come up with an idea and then finish it. But in reality what I upload is a fraction of what I draw. My sketchbook is FULL of sketches that nothing came out of. Fill an entire page with doodles of hamsters, or landscapes, or even instagram models. It doesn’t matter, keep drawing.

Here are some examples of pages I did not upload.

3. Step three: don’t worry about it

About six months ago I was looking to get into art school, and of course to pass the exams I needed to present a portfolio. At the time I’ve been drawing in sketchbooks nearly exclusively for over two years, so I had very few illustrations to show. So I had about a month to build a stronger portfolio, and naturally I decided to make more, and more “inspired” ones. Let me tell you I have never produced more artworks I hated than I did then. Not even a single one was included in my portfolio. And of course after I had already presented and the pressure to create good artwork was off I finally was able to create more things I liked (I did get in to art school, so no need to worry). Point of the story is that you’re a better artist when you don’t put yourself under the pressure of constantly being good, so don’t worry about it (specially if you’re not a professional).

4. Step four: keep throwing shit at the wall and eventually something will stick

Ideas are like an avalanche. They can just stand there for ages if you’re not doing anything with them until they eventually melt and disappear. But it also means that it takes just a small push to bring all of them down. What you initially thought was a bad idea might lead you to a different better idea, and that one might lead you to another idea, and it would lead you to two more. Keep the momentum going until sometime in the future when you find and idea you’d like to turn to a finished painting. I am not the best example (because I don’t draw as much as I should), but even then there are times when I can seat for days and not draw a single thing, and then all of a sudden one sketch leads me to burn through 5 pages of my sketchbook in an hour. It took me 7 sketchbook pages from initial concept to final design when I was coming up with Major Tom, all done on the same day. And I drew even more characters that day that I haven’t uploaded.

5. Not exactly a step five: don’t neglect your technique

That’s a piece of advice I wish teenage me hadn’t ignored. Your technical skills are the tools you use to create. The better you skill are the more ideas you can execute. that means drawing the boring shit, like hands, perspective, still life etc. I started out like a lot of artists, drawing mainly anime, avoiding drawing hands, or any perspective to speak of. My art today suffers because of it. I’m 22 and still struggle with drawing proper hands, my perspective is off at best. Learn from my mistakes, it’s ok to draw the fun stuff, but also draw the important boring stuff.
(Disclaimer: this is a lesson I haven’t quite finished learning myself)

6. Step six: don’t limit yourself to one style

Beware the trap of “that’s my style”, beside limiting you in skill, committing to a style when you’re still young will limit you in what you can draw. Again, when I was younger I drew nearly exclusively anime. That meant I was very limited in what I could draw, and worse - I was getting sick of it. By the time I graduated highschool I couldn’t stand the idea of making another single anime drawing. i was going through a small art crisis, since all of a sudden I didn’t have a set style anymore. At that time I tried a bunch of different styles from realism, to american cartoon, and for a short time even french catoon. Today I draw in a fairly realistic style, leaning towards more or less cartoon depending on the specific subject. The best style is having no style. Your art will always have your touch to it, it’s something you can’t escape. Make the style work for you, not the other way. When in doubt look to Picasso. This guy exchanged styles like socks and he’s one of the greatest artists of our time, and even though his artworks are sometimes completely different from each other they are all still undoubtedly Picasso.


This answer ended up being super long because most artists online would reply to this question with something along the lines of “look for things that inspire you!” which I think is a cop out answer and it completely misses the point (sorry basically every youtube artist), it’s an important question that deserves better. You’re asking for advice to get inspired because things don’t inspire you, thats the whole problem. I also think this isn’t a very good advice in general, I feel really inspired maybe four times a year, and yet I created more than four artworks. Don’t sit around looking for inspiration because it won’t come. Draw without “inspiration”, you don’t need her anyway.

anonymous asked:

Hi :) I want to say that I don't understand why the heroines always wear heels on movies or TV shows, when it is the most uncomfortable thing to walk ... I suppose it is because that when we imagine a heroine, I don't know... but I imagine them tall and strong but when I see the heels when they fight it's just look ridiculous I don't know if it is just me...

Hey! You know, your opinion actually caused me to do a lot of thinking about a conversation I had with some friends earlier this year. It regarded the same idea of women in comics, tv shows and movies wearing heels at the most impractical of times. It led us down a road, not of criticism, but of asking why.

We’ve all heard and probably participated in the debates of women in power and/or iconic women wearing heels regardless of where they are or what they are doing. In some ways as a society, we double-think the ideas because we see women doing certain tasks in heels and fangirl over them, telling our queens to slay all day and stick it to the patriarchy (And she did it all in heels!!). Then we see them at other times and criticize because… why are they wearing heels though? (That’s sexist. Why are men forcing us to wear heels?).

So in my contribution to the discussion I considered the history of heels in society and how that compares to today. 


Without giving a full-blown history lesson, during the 16th-17th century (possibly for a time after, my memory is patchy), heels were worn by men and women alike. Specifically they were worn by monarchs and nobility to showcase wealth and nobility – see Queen Elizabeth I and King Louis XIV for the role they played in that fashion statement. Of course at the time, the heel itself was a bit more practical than what we see now.

Moving forward, the Enlightenment contributed to men disowning heels from their wardrobe. Heels were frivolous and unnecessary in politics, art, and science – much like the women that wore them, yeah boys? 🙄

Moving forward once again, women were made to wear heels in pornographic material because it accentuated their lines and curves – parts of the body that were used to showcase sexuality so, income heels being a tool for the male gaze.


So these days, both in reality and entertainment, a woman’s femininity, sexuality and attractiveness have become linked to a source or form of power. All of those features are things that cause people to simply look at a woman. If a woman isn’t the subject of attention, she has no power… right? So stereotypically, when a woman feels attractive and has all eyes on her, it is assumed that she feels powerful. 

(Of course there is the argument of the difference of what makes an individual woman attractive to others, or feel attractive in her own right but with that confidence is the common denominator more often than not. With that, we get pulled into the debate of what is or should be considered conventional beauty. It is too broad to be generalized).

Now the criticism. Specifically, the feminist criticism (the entire feminist vs. feminist argument is really something that be can discussed at length… separately). Of course, heels are also seen as oppressing and patriarchal – it adds a sense of control in what makes a woman feel powerful. Again, speaking of feeling attractive, there is that effort to feel sexy in order to attract the male gaze and thus feel confident in oneself and in return, powerful. So this is where that stigma comes in. Alongside that, there are the obvious downsides to wearing heels regularly. The impact it has on your body – not just your feet, but your legs, hips, spine etc. Your entire sense of balance is thrown off. Even if you do have the ability to walk and run in them (not me!). So the criticism for women is that we are expected to wear heels an in turn, mutilate our bodies to be considered more sexually attractive by exaggerating the physical features that attract the male gaze. Power equates to beauty and style. Not practicality and comfort…… right???

Now as you said, and most would agree, they are not practical in any sense of the word for your ‘every woman’ in the work place, at the market, or at home (Is that a thing? Yeah, it is). So naturally they aren’t for our heroines that run across rooftops, jump from speeding trains to sports cars, roundhouse kick aliens, spend a day being chased by dinosaurs, or punch out Nazi soldiers. All in a day’s work.

So back to the first question. Why? Again, fashion and that sense of power that comes with the previously discussed double standard. So no my love, it definitely isn’t just you. It is, indeed, ridiculous and the never-ending debate cycle continues to be just that – a cycle. 

On the bright side, we are beginning to see more boots. They’re wedged, but they’re boots. Many may not realize that comfort and practicality are winning for some. I wish I could find the article I read earlier this year, but there was a report that a significant drop in the percentage of women that more often wear heels in the work place or casually. Even Gal Gadot recently talked about her decision to wear flats as opposed to heels. So I think it is safe to say we will continue to see that change (so long as dudebros like Whedon stay out of the way). Thanks for the ask! Sorry it got a bit wordy.

yosaflameslover  asked:

Could I get a Flower shop next to Tattoo shop kleinsen? I don't know why but that sounds really cute.

(Hey there! I’m highkey sorry this took so long and also went in a really weird, long direction. Hope you like it anyway lol. I’m also linking the post on archive. Thanks for the prompt it’s adorable!)

Alone (read on ao3.)

Sometimes in the morning when the light was just right, the bouquets in front of the flower shop across the street seemed to glow: deep golds and oranges mixed with the reds and purples and whites of the flower petals. It was better than a normal sunrise with all the added colors. Jared got to work too early often: he always left his apartment with time to get coffee and the occasional pastry at the shop on the way and he liked being able to walk slowly and let rushed looking people with briefcases or sleep clouded eyes cut ahead of him in line.

He liked unlocking the shop in the morning and going through all of the appointments before Connor or Zoe or any of the other artists got there to bother him. He also liked seeing the flower guy open up across the street at the same time. He had messy hair and freckles and looked stupidly excited arranging flowers in big bins and dusting pollen off of his apron. He was kind of cute (of course Jared would never admit this to Connor or Zoe, both of whom pestered him relentlessly whenever they thought he had a crush) but Jared was too cowardly to make a move besides the no doubt awkward smiles he directed his way when they happened to leave work at the same time.

He needed a reason to buy flowers.

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Pizza

“Yes mom, I remember. Yeah. No, I didn’t make any plans, I told you I remember. Yeah, I know. I know, mom.” I said to the phone and rolled my eyes.

I laid back in my chair, raising my legs to rest them on my desk in front of me. Seeing this as a cue, Pickles, my dog –he was a Schnauzer. Or, well, a Miniature Schnauzer, but don’t tell him that- immediately jumped on my lap and curled in a little ball, his face turned just enough for him to eye me carefully from the corner or his eyes. I gave him a small smile.

“Yes, mom. Yes, I will. I will, I already told you, I-” I left my sentence unfinished, as she cut me off again. I groaned. “Mom! I said I’ll be there, would you drop it already?” I said, my voice raising and Pickles’ head shot up in alarm.

I let out sigh. “I know it’s important for dad, okay? I’ll be there, I promise.” I exclaimed in a much calmer demeanor. “I know you do. Yes. Yeah, okay. Alright. Aha. Okay, bye.” I mumbled, and quickly added “Love you!” before finally hanging up.

Pickles was stating right at me and with yet another sigh I raised my hand to pet his head.
“I guess we’re going back to Moline for Thanksgiving, buddy.” I told him with a small grimace. “With all those annoying redheads you don’t like and the big scary cows.”

Prickles just blinked at me.

“Well, at least you’ll get to chaise around the chickens.” I said with a shrug, and at the last word he immediately stood up in alarm, his eyes wide and ears erected.

I giggled. “Not now dummy. At the farm. The only chickens you’ll find here are in the fridge. Which reminds me…” I trailed off, narrowing my eyes. I took hold of Pickles and gave him a quick kiss before setting him on the ground so that I could stand up. “Does pizza sound good for dinner?” I asked him. “Sure it does.” I replied to myself instead. “And some delicious dry food for my little man. How lucky are you to have me as a mom?”

He gaped at me.

I shook my head. “Okay, well, now I’m definitely not letting you take a single bite of pizza. You brought this on yourself, bud.” I muttered while walking to the kitchen cabinet and grabbing the catalog of the pizza place down the corner, the phone in my hand.

One-sided arguments with my dog. Story of my life.

With a sigh I quickly dilated the number. The beeping sound came twice before I heard a male voice echo in my ears.

“Pepi’s Pizza, how can I help you?”

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anonymous asked:

Oswald's past relationship with Ed ( and Jim ) would change inevitably his personality and how he approaches people. I don't think he wants to have friends in his life anymore, meanwhile Ivy wanted this from Os last season. It's sad because they were a cute team.

This is something that has been weighing heavily on my mind since last night. It’s like Oswald isn’t allowed to have a single friend. It’s true that he’s trying to shut down the part of himself that wants friendship and love but I’m not really buying it. That scene of him talking to frozen!Ed was proof enough of that. There’s literally tears in his eyes as he’s asking which of them is frozen.

I think he’s trying hard to convince himself that he doesn’t need anyone because of how badly things turned out the last time he opened his heart to someone. Like you said, not just Ed, but Jim too. Oswald really did think of Jim as his friend in season 1. It was obvious from his genuine excitement whenever he saw Jim. 

But in return, Jim treated him like crap and even left him in Arkham where he was tortured for a crime that Jim committed. 

The friendship between Ivy and Oswald was so important because she came into his life at a point when he didn’t have anyone. She literally saved his life and then offered him her friendship. It was Ivy who told him about Freeze and Firefly. Without her persuasion, Bridgit probably wouldn’t have been convinced to join Oswald. Sometimes I think of how depressing 3b would have been if Oswald didn’t have Ivy and it is just sooooo sad. When even Gabe, who we thought was the only person truly loyal to Oswald, totally fucked him over and wanted to auction him off to the highest bidder, it was Ivy who saved him. So in one way, she came in at the perfect time, right when Oswald really needed someone whose intentions were genuine friendship. She was like a beacon of hope. But in another way, the timing was all wrong because Oswald had just learned the lesson that if you let people in, you become vulnerable. He was totally blindsided by Ed’s betrayal. When all those things were going horrible wrong, he didn’t once consider that Ed could be behind it. Because of this, Oswald and Ivy’s friendship has been kind of one-sided from the beginning. She’s always been really good to him and just wanted a friend. He’s sort of just tolerated her. But even despite this, he really needs her because she’s someone who really cared about him. 


After seeing what happened last episode, I was a little bit disappointed but I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Oswald had been rude to her so she wanted to hurt him in return. She’s still a child so this makes sense. But now it seems like this is something that’s going to continue until she’s driven away. That really makes me sad. This was such a good partnership and I liked knowing that there was one person in the city who genuinely cared about Oswald. And I was hoping that he would eventually start being more kind to her when he realized her intentions were pure. But it seems like the writers just won’t let him have that. I don’t even understand why. It’s not like having Ivy as a friend would suddenly stop Oswald from becoming a villain. I guess I understand that they want her to join the Sirens. I’m really not opposed to that but I just wish they would have done it in another way. Ivy could have even been like “I’m bored so I’m going to go work with the girls now, bye!”. Oswald probably wouldn’t even object to that since he’s been treating her like she’s getting in the way. 

Maybe I’m being particularly pessimistic today but I feel like everyone is going to leave Oswald. Ivy is being driven away. Victor Fries and Bridgit Pike have been MIA. But even when they return, things might go sour. From Cory’s fire-related puns, I wouldn’t be surprised if Bridgit had something to do with Ed’s escape. Victor also returns in the same episode that Ed escapes so there’s a possibility he has something to do with it (this possibility is one that will throw me into a 10 000 year depression so I really hope it isn’t true). 

So then we have Victor Zsasz. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE Zsasz. He was one of the highlights of 4x01 and he’s on the cast list for the next few episodes so I’m sure we’ll be seeing much more of him. He’s doing a great job of enforcing Oswald’s licensing of crime. But when it comes down to it, Zsasz is a gun for hire. He moves on to whoever seems most powerful. He’s gone back and forth between working for Oswald and Falcone so many times that it really wouldn’t surprise me if it happened again. I wouldn’t even hold that against him. 


But like I said… who does that leave? Apparently, Jerome Valeska. I think it’s cool that they’re partnering up. Jerome is one of my favorite characters. This might come as a bit of a surprise to some of you since I don’t really post stuff about him. But he really is one of my faves. And I loooove Cameron Monaghan. Do I think he’s going to make Oswald more powerful? Do I think he’s going to be a useful partner? Do I think the interactions between these two characters are going to be incredibly entertaining? Yes to all of these. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to be a friend to Oswald. It just isn’t part of his character. He’s never going to genuinely care about him beyond how it serves himself. There’s also the fact that Robin said he comes in when Oswald realizes he can’t do everything alone. How does he come to that realization? Uhh, probably because everyone else has left him by that point. Oh, and for the people speculating that Jerome is going to be a love interest, come on guys. Seriously? That is not going to happen. Why would you even want it to?


Like I said at the beginning, apparently Oswald just isn’t allowed to have a single friend. At this point I’ve accepted that they’re never going to let him have a boyfriend in the show, but can he at least have a friend??? Like is that really too much to ask for? One friend ,,, just one…

anonymous asked:

Ah! Hello I don't know if you've answered an ask like this before (I didn't see one) but I'm some one who really loves clicks and metal tapping together but I also think a tangle will be really beneficial for me so are there any you recommend that are pretty cheap? I don't have much money but I could probably manage something $15 or cheaper thank you so much in advance I'm new to stim toys and getting an autistic screening soon so I'm feeling more self aware of my stims and sensory things

For $15, anon, we can get you a couple of different stim toys! If we go for the cheapest options, we can get you a few of them! There’s a few things I would definitely recommend for anyone after clicking and tapping (and good stimmy noises generally) and I’ll throw in a couple of DIYs at the end as well. This should get you started at the very least, and you can explore adding to this kit (be it by purchasing or by making things) over time. It’s surprising how quickly I went from having a couple of stim toys to having a couple of baskets of stim toys…

(I’ll also say that it’s really normal to have that self-aware stage when you’ve been diagnosed - be it professional or self - or discovered that autism is something with which you relate. My experience was that I’d spent my whole life suppressing so much about myself, and once I had a label for my difference, once I came online and found people both with the same experiences and the language for those experiences, I felt incredibly aware of this and how I moved for a long while. A year later, I’m back to not noticing how I’m rocking my knees while I type; stimming and touching has become more subconscious again, with the difference that I now reach for those baskets of toys more subconsciously and I’m so much less restrained in general sensory/texture seeking.)

Tangles

The cheapest option, no matter where you are, is ebay. (I’ve got my review here and a series of links here, but there’s many more listings here, often for $2 USD and under with free international shipping. (Folks may want to note that there’s now several listings for the glow in the dark Tangles for under $2 USD, too!) Please note that there is no real consensus as to whether these are legitimate, knock-offs, prototypes or something else: some people have found theirs to be identical to Tangle Creations packaged Tangles, while others (including two of us mods) have found them to feel cheaper - lighter, crackier, creakier, not quite right in ways hard to articulate. My feeling is that they’re knock-offs (and that this is indicative in the price) but I don’t actually know this for sure (that they use an older version of the Tangle logo makes it hard to tell). For you, anon, this might be the better Tangle to source, because I can tell you from my own experience that they crack and creak a lot more than a regular Tangle Jr, and at this price you can get a couple of them.

If you want a packaged Tangle, your best bet if you’re in the USA is Amazon or Fat Brain Toys (under $5 USD, $3.99 USD flat rate shipping). If you’re in Australia, try Toyworld stores (around $6 AUD each).

Fidget Cubes

Later on today I’m going to try and make a post about the knock-off cube I found in a local dollar shop. I’ll say this right now: it is clicky. Not just that it has buttons and switches to click, but it makes a loud plastic clicking noise when you use them. (It’s so noisy that I’d wish murder on the person using it beside me in the classroom.) In your case, anon, I’d go for the cheap version not only from pricing concerns but also because of the clicking noises they make. There’s a score of various ebay listings running anywhere from $1 to $5 with free international shipping in anybody’s currency and a few more listings on where to buy on this post.

Klixx Fidgets

This is basically a length of interlocking links that click when you move them. Tremendously clicky. There’s brand-name and imitation versions available - the imitations tend to be a few dollars cheaper. You can hear one being clicked in this video post by @yellows-stim-toy-hoarde.

Available on Stimtastic for $3.50 USD. The knock-off versions are called “Snap and Click” toys and there’s a Squishy Mart listing for $0.98 USD and on Children’s Therapy Store for $1.50 USD.

Twiddles

This is less clicky, in terms of volume, than my fidget cube, but it’s plastic, it’s scrunchy and it’s wonderfully stimmy to just crunch in your hand. It’s also the most expensive fidget here at $9.50 USD from Stimtastic and $12.99 AUD from Sensory Oasis for Kids. I’d be inclined to leave this one for later, simply due to the expense, as you can get multiples of the other toys in your budget. They are fabulous, though!

Snake Puzzles

This is another case, anon, where the cheaper the puzzle, the clickier and creakier it is. My Smiggle puzzles are mostly silent (exceptions being the glow in the dark ones, for some reason: the plastic feels more brittle) but my K-Mart puzzles (both small and large) click and creak as you rotate the triangular sections.

This is one of those odd items where I don’t have a good non-Australian supplier to recommend. K-Mart sells the mini puzzles for $1 AUD each, which I recommend as a super cheap creaky toy (although some of the covers over the triangular pieces like to pop free). There’s several larger ones on Amazon, but none are especially cheap. I’ve seen them on Banggood for $2.18 AUD with free international shipping, which might be your best bet.

Electronic Bubble Wrap

This is less clicky and more pushy with the sound of bubble wrap, but it might work for you if you really like pressing buttons. There’s a range of ebay listings here starting from $5.33 USD with free shipping.

Light Switches

Check out this post Mod Rainbow wrote a while back about finding cheap, unwired switches on ebay. If you’re after a switch to flick/click and you need something bigger than the switch on a fidget cube, here’s an option for under $1 USD with free shipping!

DIYs

- Clicky bottle/jar caps - think Snapple caps, jam jar lids, anything with a popper seal in the middle. You can reuse Snapple bottles for water or anything else so you’ve got a snap-cap bottle on you for stimming and drinking, making this pretty multifunctional!

- @diy-stims has posted this tutorial on making a DIY clicker toy: two bottle caps glued to the insides of a folded length of cardboard.

I think there’s enough here, anon, to get you started, and most of it is priced reasonably enough that you should be able to get a few different things on your budget. If anyone has any suggestions for cheap or DIY clicky toys that I’ve forgotten, please comment and I’ll add it to the post.

Good luck, anon, with both your assessment and your stimming adventures!

- Mod K.A.