i wish i could take pictures like this

Today’s highlights in my ongoing project to read through and transcribe the letters of Rachel (a wealthy Victorian girl at boarding school on the East Coast in the 1890s) include…

  • Rachel’s cousin Will and his Yale roommate Allen both have the measles. Rachel shows limited sympathy (”Poor boy!”), before immediately mocking them and calling them “childish” for getting a disease only little kids get.
  • Rachel and her roommate “B” (It stands for Bertha!) attempted to steal a sign (what sort idk) from a fair they went to but found they “were carefully guarded”. She wishes Will could have been there to help.
  • Will has a crush on a girl named Jenny, who Rachel knows, and is constantly asking Rachel if Jenny has mentioned him.
  • “B” often sits next to Rachel as she writes and suggests things to add to the letter or just generally distracts her.
  • Will and Jack, who are brothers, don’t write to each other. They write to Rachel and tell her to write to the other and pass on a message for them. Rachel keeps asking why they do this, but goes along with it anyways.
  • Rachel always explains why there are ink blots or areas of sloppy writing in her letters. Explanations so far include such classics as: the dinner bell just rang, it’s after lights-out and I’m writing this in the dark, “B” is shaking my arm, “B” is kissing me, this pen is broken, the postman is almost here, and there was a bee.
  • For her 18th birthday Rachel received: a new Kodak camera, eighteen white rosebuds, silver manicure scissors, a pair of shell side combs, a silver pencil, and a vase of pink roses. However her favorite present was from her father who wrote to say she could just buy her own present and he would pay for it.
  • Rachel is always mentioning the pictures she takes with her Kodak. I wish I knew what happened to them. 
  • In addition to Calvé, Marlowe and Sothern, Rachel has now also gone to see performances by Ellen Terry, Henry Irving, John Philip Sousa, Ignacy Jan Paderewski (playing the piano, not governing Poland), and freaking Sarah Bernhardt! 
  • Rachel likes to put question marks in the middle of sentences to denote sarcasm; i.e. “I am very ? sorry for you.” and “Men were not excluded and we had the pleasure ? of meeting several.”
  • Your 1890s slang word of the day: “squelch” (verb) - to be lectured or punished for something. Example: “I expect to be squelched unmercifully by mama and papa.”  Can also be used as a noun as in: “This term we have had nothing but squelches.”
⇁ all that is gold (m)

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pairing⇁Taehyung x Reader

genre⇁smut, angst || roommate!au + sugar baby!au

warnings⇁sub!taehyung, skype sex, masturbation, orgasm denial, possessiveness, slight breath play, oral sex, dirty talk, thigh riding, tae ends up sort of a switch? idk

word count⇁11.2k

As a college student struggling to make ends meet, Taehyung resorts to a less than ethical method to satisfy his appetite for expensive treats. The last thing he wants is for you to find out how he acquires the Gucci in his closet… however this proves to be difficult when you are his roommate.

or : Taehyung is a sugar baby and somehow thinks he can keep this a secret

a/n; ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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anonymous asked:

Hiya! First of all... I wish you the best of luck for mid terms! ❤ and could you do chocobros's reactions to their crush doing the "hey, could you hold something?" and puts their hand in theirs and leaves it there. Thanks!!! 😄

I could not stop smiling when I got this request! I just kept imagining it all and I could not contain my smile and giggles. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it, nonny! *heart heart*


Prompto

  • He’s gonna be busy taking pictures around Lestallum when it happens
  • You guys are walking around together and you just finished buying a bunch of stuff from the camera store
  • “Hey, could you hold something?
  • “Sure” he thinks that you need help holding on to the things you purchased but nope
  • He’s gonna extend his hand thinking you’ll give him some bags to carry
  • “You sure this is all you need help with?” He says without looking
  • “Yep” and you squeeze his hand AND THAT’S WHEN HE NOTICES
  • He’s screaming internally and he’s turning 50 shades of red (HAHAHA), he’s also beaming and for some reason his face is stuck that way.
  • Once you get back to your hotel he’s not gonna wanna go inside because that means he’s going to have to let go of your hand
  • You guys walk around Lestallum 3 more times
  • When you tell him that he can hold your hand anytime, he finally agrees to retreating to the hotel.

Gladiolus

  • It’s gonna happen while you guys are on your way back from a hunt
  • He’s carrying a carcass on one arm while you carry some mushrooms in a bag
  • “Hey Gladio, can you hold something for me?”
  • He’s too tired to ask what it is so he just holds out his hand and wait for it
  • When you put your hand in his, he’s going to light up
  • He’s going to have this huge grin on his face and the carcass he was carrying? Doesn’t weigh like anything anymore.
  • He’s walking a lot taller now and he’s so happy it feels like he’s going to hug the hell out of the next person he sees 
  • Once you get to camp, he’s going to come up with some lame pick up line that has something to do with holding hands
  • But damn yo, Gladio’s gonna like you even more because you’re smooth af

Ignis

  • You and Mother Ignis will be out and about looking for ingredients when it happens
  • You guys haven’t bought anything yet
  • “Hey, could you hold something for me?”
  • Iggy looks at you a bit suspicious because you aren’t holding anything
  • “Come on! Just hold out your hand.” He needs a bit of convincing
  • When he finally does agree, he holds out his hand while inspecting you carefully
  • You put your hand in his and give him a big smile
  • You can see the gears in his head working trying to process the situation
  • He walks around while holding your hand, he adjusts his glasses A LOT
  • Poor guy is trying to keep his composure and he’s failing. He’s fidgeting a lot and is he stuttering???
  • Needless to say, you had a hard time getting the shopping done because Ignis seems to have misplaced his shopping list (Spoiler alert: It was in his pocket all along)
  • When you guys arrive at the hotel he’s going to be all gentlemanly with the “Thank you for allowing me to escort you around Lestallum”
  • You’re like “WTH Iggy” and now you’re both laughing so hard that everyone’s looking at you both

Noctis

  • You guys are off scouting for Havens together when it happens
  • “I could’ve sworn that I saw it around here… meh, maybe the other group found it already.” You guys are walking the opposite direction of everyone and the sun’s going to start setting soon
  • You’re carrying a small bag of supplies
  • “Hey, could you hold something for me?”
  • Noct’s going to hold out his hand to you while he’s walking
  • When you place your hand, he’s going to stop midstep and he’s going to look at your hand then his hand
  • “I’M HOLDING HER HAND???”
  • He’s just going to be standing there for a solid minute or two trying to process what’s going on
  • When he turns to face you, his face is beet red
  • Here he goes with the awkward head scratching
  • Poor guy probably already died 5 times in his head
  • The rest of the walk is silent but he rubs his thumb on your hand a few times
  • The guys call him saying they found the camping spot and asks you guys to follow
  • You and him walk REALLY REALLY slow, taking the longest way possible
  • It’s night by the time you guys arrive and camp’s all set up
  • The guys exchange looks with each other as you guys arrive in camp still holding hands
  • “That was nice” he says before letting go of your hand

this was objectively the most insane experience of my life, including gishwhes

I actually had no idea what I wanted to do for my Cockles op until a few hours earlier on my run to the party store. I’m getting all excited about this, so I step up with the piñata and stick outreached and say “Some serious catharsis is about to happen.”  Misha immediately grabs the stick, and they’re both smirking at it as they get into position. I move off to the side behind Misha, but Chris moves me so that I’m kneeling between them. (heh.) 

So Misha’s only miming hitting it in the photo, which I was kind of disappointed about because I fully expected them to go ham on it, but afterwards when I reach out to take the piñata back from Jensen he isn’t really giving it back. Then a volunteer pulls me away a bit and she’s like “yea you might wanna step back for this”, and then it clicks.  So I watch as Misha taps the stick on the ground like a baseball bat, and Jensen tosses it across the backdrop to Misha, who hit it clear back across to Jensen’s feet. He realizes the piñata’s not actually damaged yet, so he walks back across and wields the stick and starts beating the shit out of it. 

Then Jensen takes the stick from him and Misha grabs the piñata and pitches it (as it were) over to Jensen, who then knocks it halfway across the room and almost hits Chris, who’s been taking more photos (THAT HOPEFULLY WE’LL SEE AT SOME POINT), and the Trump face falls off and it’s all dented, and at this point I just fold over and fall to my knees laughing. They’ve totally forgotten I’m still there but I don’t even care, I’m just enjoying the show.

Then they crowd around the camera to see the pictures, and they’re giggling like dweebs and heck I wish I’d seen the other photos but I wasn’t allowed.

So at this point it’s been like 2 minutes and they’ve decided it’s time to move on, so the volunteer hands me back the stick and the busted-up piñata and detached face, and I’m leaving the room with a wide grin because that was the best thing I ever could have asked for. But THEN, the whole thing takes a weird turn because as I’m leaving the room, Jared is standing right outside the door and we make eye contact that is way too prolonged to walk away from without saying anything. I also notice that he’s eyeing the faceless piñata. And I don’t know why I feel the need to explain myself but I just stammer out,

“I’m–it–this–TRUMP.” 

Which is definitely the last thing he was expecting to hear and he just blinks and he’s like “what”

And I’m still kind of stammering like “it–it used to…it had…there was a Trump face–” and I hold up the crumpled face for him to see “–AND THEY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF IT.”

And obviously he’s TOTALLY PERPLEXED and he’s like “Oh……that’s….awesome???“ And I kind of nod thoughtfully as I seek a way out of this situation and I’m like ”………okayigottagoBYE" AND I SPRINT (LITERALLY SPRINT) AWAY IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION. 

I still haven’t quite processed it.

(feel free to crop me out, just please credit me!)

A War Inside My Head

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Thanks to @tantalum-cobalt and @chimaerakitten for looking this over. I didn’t change much but the things you pointed out, so thanks for taking the time to beta! I really appreciate it!


“What if I poke him?” someone murmurs.

“If you do that, he’s going to hit you,” someone else says.

“He wouldn’t hit me. It’s Dick.” The first voice pauses. “And besides, he’d totally poke me, too.”

“No, I’d do it to you. Or Damian, or Steph. But not Dick.”

“Yes, Todd,” a new voice chimes in, though it sounds reluctant. “Grayson would most likely dote on the sight of you drooling on your pillow.”

Someone snickers. “Oh my God. Now I can’t stop picturing it.”

“Shut it if you know what’s good for you, Damian. You, too, Tim.”

The voices are invading his dreams, Dick realizes. He can’t match voices to names or faces, but they sound familiar enough that Dick figures he’s not in any danger. And honestly, Dick’s tired enough to sleep for days.

He just wishes the voices would get the memo.

Someone tuts. “Like you could take me down.”

“I will shoot you.”

“Leave him alone, Jay.”

“And what’s up with that? Since when are you on the Demon Brat’s side?”

“Since he stopped Bruce from throwing out all of my coffee.”

“What—do I even want to know?”

“I thought it might be a fruitful investment. I turned out to be correct.”

Dick forces his eyes open, and he blinks blearily up at the trio standing in the middle of the living room, just inches away from the couch Dick had collapsed on when he’d gotten back to the Manor earlier. None of them are looking at him, and while they’re all being relatively quiet, it isn’t quiet enough for Dick. He’s tired, and as much as he’d normally love for his little brothers to be in the same room and talking and not killing each other, now is kind of a bad time.

He just wants to sleep, preferably without any little brothers interrupting his first rest in over 48 hours.

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PANIC! AT THE DISCO “DEATH OF A BACHELOR” STARTERS

Victorious

“Tonight, we are victorious.”
“Let me be your Killer King.”
“It hurts until it stops.”
“My touch is black and poisonous, and nothing like my punch drunk kiss.”
“I know you need it, do you feel it?”
“We feel alright.”
“I taste like magic.”
“Livin’ like a washed up celebrity, shooting up fireworks like it’s the Fourth of July.”

Don’t Threaten me with a Good TIme

“Alright, alright.”
“Who are these people?”
“I just woke up in my underwear.”
“I should prob’ly introduce myself.”
“You shoulda seen what I wore, a cane and a party hat.”
“Don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
“This night is heating up.”
“Oh yeah, don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“What are these footprints? They don’t look human-like.”
“How did we end up in my neighbor’s pool?”
“I’m a scholar and a gentleman, and I don’t fall when I try to stand.”
“I lost a bet to a guy in a Chiffon skirt.”
“I’m not as think as you drunk I am.”

Hallelujah

“A moment you’ll never remember and a night you’ll never forget.”
“Show praise with your body.”
“Say your prayers.”
“My life started the day I got caught under the covers with my secondhand lovers.”
“In a state of emergency, who was I tryna be?”
“Then the time for being sad is over.”
“I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing.”
“I love the things you hate about yourself.”
“No one wants you when you have no heart.”

Emperor’s New Clothes

“Finder’s keepers, loser’s weepers.”
“Done my time and served my sentence.”
“If it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine.”
“You just might see a ghost tonight.”
“I’m all dressed up and naked.”
“I see what’s mine and take it.”
“I am so much more than royal.”
“Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die.”
“I’m taking back the crown.”
“Welcome to my world of fun.”
“Flip the switch and watch them run.”

Death of a Bachelor

“Do I look lonely?”
“People have told me I don’t look the same.”
“I’m playing hooky.”
“I’m walking the long road.”
“How could I ask for more?”
“Lifetime of laughter, at the expense of a death of a bachelor.”
“Alone at a table for two and I just want to be served.”
“And when you think of me, am I the best you’ve ever had?”
“Share one more drink with me.”
“Smile even though you’re sad.”

Crazy = Genius

“You can set yourself on fire.”
“You’re so normal that you just disappear.”
“She said you’re just like Mike Love.”
“If crazy equals genius, then I’m a fucking arsonist.”
“I’m a rocket scientist.”
“Darlin’ you know how the wine plays tricks on my tongue, but you don’t seem to change when you stuff all your feelings with drugs.”
“But you’re never gonna learn.”

LA Devotee

“You got two black eyes from loving too hard.”
“I wouldn’t change ya.”
“You got bleached out eyes from the valley sand and the black tar palms from weeping your name.”
“Just another LA devotee.”

Golden Days

“I found a pile of polaroids in the crates of a record shop.”
“He was something debonair in 1979 and she had Farah Fawcett hair.”
“All the mem’ries we make will never change.”
“We’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan, let the love remain.”
“I swear that I’ll always paint you.”
“I bet they met some diplomats on Bianca Jagger’s new yacht.”
“I bet they never even thought about the glitter dancing on the skin.”
“Time can never break your heart, but it’ll take the pain away.”
“Right now, our future’s certain, I won’t let it fade away.”

The Good, the Bad and the Dirty

“Truth is that it was always going to end.”
“True all the good girls act so good, ‘til one of them doesn’t wait their turn.”
“Hey holy roller.”
“If you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch.”
“If ya wanna make it through the night, you better say my name.”
“I know what it’s like to trade the ones you love for the ones you hate.”
“Don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education.”
“There’s only two ways these things can go: good or bad.”
“How was I supposed to know that all your friends won’t hold any grudges?”
“I got the final judgement.”
“You’ve been gone so long.”
“I forgot what you feel like.”
“I’m gonna keep getting underneath you.”
“All our friends want us to fall in love.”

House of Memories

“If you’re a lover, you should know, the lonely moments just get lonelier.”
“I don’t want to be afraid.”
“Heart to heart and eyes to eyes, is this taboo?”
“We built this house on memories.”
“Take my picture now.”
“When your fantasies become your legacy, promise me a place in your house of memories.”
“I think of you from time to time.”
“I was a fool.”
“Those thoughts of past lovers, they’ll always haunt me.”
“I wish I could believe that you’d never wrong me.”
“Remember me in the same way I remember you.”

Impossible Year

“There’s no sunshine this impossible year.”
“There’s no good times this impossible year.”
“All the guests at the party, they’re so insincere.”
“There’s no you and me this impossible year.”
“There’s never air to breathe.”
“These nightmares always hang on past the dream.”

“My parents are gross...ly in love” - Bruce Wayne x Reader (x batfam)

Hi ! I see you all the time in my notifications, liking my stuff, so thank you very much for that @xsxaxjxax, and thank you for the compliment as well !! Here’s your request, I don’t know if it’s any good but hope you’ll like it ! (Oh also, #3.being sickeningly affectionate with each other SOMEWHAT A BIT NSFW) : 

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You heard them coming in, but you couldn’t care less. And given the fact that your Bruce was still kissing you, he obviously didn’t give a damn either. 

It was too perfect to stop. You rarely had time where things could be like that. 

Your husband had a day off, and you called in sick just to stay with him, the occasion too good to pass on. You had a wonderful morning together, staying in bed late, enjoying each other’s presence, talking about anything and everything, making love a lot. When you finally got out of bed, you didn’t bother to dress nicely as usual. You both just put on sweat pants and a hoodie, and, hands in hands, went to get your late breakfast. 

Your sons were there, and when they saw the both of you coming in, giggling like idiots because their father was tickling your sides lovingly, they all sighed. Oh, that was one of those days uh ? One of those very rare days where you and Bruce didn’t have to worry about anything because things for once went alright, one of those very rare days where you’d almost turn into conjoined twins because you wouldn’t let go of each other for a seconds. One of those days where you grossed out your children on a regular basis. 

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DEATH OF A BACHELOR STARTER MEMES

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01. Victorious

“Tonight we are victorious.”
“Let me be your killer king.”
“It hurts until it stops; we will love until it’s not.”
“I’m a killing spree in white.”
“My touch is black and poisonous.”
“I know you need it.”
“Do you feel it?”
“Drink the water.”
“Drink the wine.”
“We gotta turn up the crazy; livin’ like a washed up celebrity.”
“It’s all up the sleeve.”
“Fifty words for murder and I’m every one of them.”
“All my friends were glorious.”

02. Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

“It’s a helluva feeling though .”
“Who are these people?”
“I just woke up in my underwear.”
“I should probably introduce myself.”
“You shoulda seen what I wore.”
“I was the king of this hologram.”
“Memories tend to just pop up.”
“Don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
“Champagne, cocaine, gasoline and most things in between.”
“This night is heating up.”
“If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time .”
“What are these footprints?”
“Now I wish that I could find my clothes.”
“Can’t even tell if this is a dream.”
“How did we end up in my neighbors pool?”
“I usually don’t fall when I try to stand.”
“I’ve told you time and time again.”
“I’m not as think as you drunk I am.”
“I think we’ve had enough.”        

03. Hallelujah

“A moment you’ll never remember.”
“A night that you’ll never forget.”
“Show praise with your body.”
“And if you can’t stop shaking, lean back; Let it move right through ya.”
“My life started the day I got caught.”
“Who was I tryna be?”
“Then the time for being sad is over.”
“Missin’ them like you miss no other.”
“Being blue is better than being over it.”
“I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing.”
“Stop thinking about the words from my mouth.”
“I love the things you hate about yourself.”
“Just finish the daydream.”
“Who were you tryna be?”
“No one wants you when you have no heart.”
“You’ll never know if you don’t ever try.”
“Let’s try.”  

04. Emperor’s New Clothes

“Finders keepers, losers weepers.”
“Welcome to the end of eras.”
“Done my time and served my sentence.”
“It must be mine.”
“You just might see a ghost tonight.”
“And if you don’t know now you know.”
“I’m taking back the crown.”
“I’m all dressed up and naked.”
“I see what’s mine and take it.”
“So close I can taste it.”
“I’m so much more than royal.”
“Mortal kings are ruling castles.”
“Welcome to my world of fun.”
“Flip the switch.”
“Watch them run.”
“Heroes will always be remembered.”
“Legends will never die.”

05. Death of a Bachelor

“Do I look lonely?”
“I see the shadows on my face.”
“People have told me I don’t look the same.”
“Maybe I lost weight.”
“Put my heart on your chest so that you can see it too.”
“I’m walking the long road.”
“I’m watching the sky fall.”
“The lace of your dress tingles my neck.”
“How do I live?”
“How could I ask for more?”
“Feels like my heart is going to burst.”
“I just want to be served.”
“And when you think of me, am I the best you’ve ever had?”
“Share one more drink with me.”
“Smile even though you’re sad.”

06. Crazy=Genius

“You can set yourself on fire.”
“You’re so normal that you disappear.”
 “There’s no residue of torture in your eyes.”
“Crazy equals genius.”
“If crazy equals genius, then I’m a fucking rocket scientist.”
“If crazy equals genius, then I’m a fucking arsonist.”
“The wine seems to play tricks on my tongue.”
 “You don’t seem to have changed.”
“The cut of your knife never hurts.”

07. LA Devotee

“You got two black eyes from loving too hard.”
“I wouldn’t change ya.”
“I wouldn’t ever try to make you leave.”
“Just another LA devotee.”
“You got bleached out eyes from the valley sand.”
“I couldn’t ever try to make you see.”
“Always on the hunt for a little more time.”   

08. Golden Days

“I found a pile of Polaroids in the crates from a record shop.”
“They were sexy.”
“Sexy, looking back from a night that time forgot.”
“Don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade?”
“The clock just makes the colors turn to grey.”
“Forever younger growing older just the same.”
“All the memories that we make will never change.”
“We’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan.”
“Let the love remain.”
“I bet they met some diplomats on Bianca Jagger’s new yacht.”
“The air was sauna hot.”

09. The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty

“Truth is that it was always going to end.”
“True; all of the good girls act so good, til one of them doesn’t wait their turn .”
“If you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch.”
“Make it a good one.”
“You better say my name.”
“I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate.”
“Don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education.”
“There’s only two ways that these things can go; good or bad.”
“I’ve got the last judgement.”
“You’ve been gone so long, I forgot what you felt like.”

10. House of Memories

“If you’re a lover, you should know: the lonely moments just get lonelier.”
“Memories turns into a daydream.”
“It becomes a taboo.”
“I don’t want to be afraid.”
“It takes my breath away.”
“Baby, we built this house on memories.”
“Take my picture now.”
“I think of you time to time, more than I thought I would.”
“They’ll always haunt me.”
“I wish I could believe you never wronged me.”
“Will you remember me in the same way I remember you?”
“Promise me a place in your house of memories.”

11. Impossible Year

“There’s no sunshine.”
“Only black days and sky grey and clouds full of fear and storms full of sorrow that won’t disappear.”
“There’s no good times.”
“They’re so insincere.”
“They just intrude and extrude.”
“There’s no you and me.”
“There’s never air to breathe.”
“There’s never in-betweens.”
“These nightmares always hang on past the dream.”  

descendants 2 sentence meme .

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS / ETC . LYRICAL VERSION .

❛ that’s a lot easier said than done though , right ? ❜
❛ look who’s on tv ! ❜
❛ haven’t you guys had enough secrets between the two of you already ? ❜
❛ put the pout away . ❜
❛ just leave the past in the past , okay ? ❜
❛ listen , all you gotta do , is look like me . ❜
❛ i can hardly wait to see what your wedding will look like ! ❜
❛ no wonder people work ! ❜
❛ let me spoil you , you didn’t have a lot growing up . ❜
❛ does an ogre like cheese puffs ?! ❜
❛ i knew it was thursday . ❜
❛ she multitasks ! ❜
❛ you should put me on the team . ❜
❛ it’s so nice to have a friend who’s on the same wavelength . ❜
❛ i would love to wipe the smiles off their faces , you know what i mean ? ❜
❛ we don’t get much time to just be us anymore . ❜
❛ this is who i really am . ❜
❛ i don’t belong here ! ❜
❛ this is my fault ! ❜
❛ you have to take me with you . ❜
❛ ugh , what is this ? bored to death pink ? ❜
❛ how far can i go ? ❜
❛ fork it over , you runt . ❜
❛ i could hurt you . ❜
❛ it’s really weird being back here . ❜
❛ just take it . ❜
❛ hey ! i know you ! ❜
❛ wish me luck . ❜
❛ i am home . ❜
❛ don’t quit us . ❜
❛ i have to take myself out of the picture . ❜
❛ go away ! ❜
❛ don’t scare us like that ! ❜
❛ don’t scare you ? that’s my specialty . ❜
❛ life ain’t fair ! ❜
❛ you have your perfect little life , don’t you ? ❜
❛ sick hair by the way ! ❜
❛ i spilled curry all over that . ❜
❛ is it me , or is that in really poor taste ? ❜
❛ at least one of us had her dream come true , right ? ❜
❛ she could be so much more . ❜
❛ i couldn’t spoil that for you . ❜
❛ we don’t need swords at the waffle hut . ❜
❛ don’t pretend to look out for me . ❜
❛ i don’t need your pity . ❜
❛ so now i get an invite ? ❜
❛ i don’t need you . ❜
❛ you’re lucky i love you . ❜
❛ you do not get to win every time ! ❜
❛ amazeballs ! ❜
❛ i know you can talk , but that doesn’t always mean you should . ❜
❛ are you in the mood to break some rules ? ❜
❛ we’re your family too . ❜
❛ i’m a mess . ❜
❛ wait until i tell my mom . ❜
❛ i have a scout badge in s’mores ! ❜
❛ don’t be dopey . ❜
❛ this is my room ! ❜
❛ i’m gonna be there sooner than i thought . ❜
❛ work it girl . ❜
❛ it was love ! ❜
❛ did you go back for her ? ❜
❛ that’s why you never told me that you love me ! ❜
❛ not to thrilled i risked my life for him ! ❜
❛ i thought that i wasn’t good enough . ❜
❛ of course , i love you ! i’ve always loved you ! ❜
❛ do not let your pride get in the way of something that you really want ! ❜
❛ nobody wins this way ! ❜
❛ could i maybe give you a list ? ❜
❛ i’m going to take it . ❜
❛ you didn’t think this was the end of the story , did you ? ❜

anonymous asked:

Can you prove me Sebaciel is real?

Hi anon! I wish I could haha but Sebaciel is really all about interpretation - for me, I just don’t think there is any way the relationship between these two hasn’t crossed that boundary, just because of all the obvious sexual undertones Yana provides. The manga is just full of deliberate implications - here are some of my favourites:

Whether proof or not, it doesn’t take a lot of imagination to picture them together when we’re given images like these!

if i could have one wish, it would be to look at Ten’s camera roll because i just know that he has a ton of super cute pictures with himself and Johnny

like cute pictures of them eating food together

pictures of Johnny sleeping and Ten pretending to sleep next to him

pictures where they are just looking at each other and you just know how much they love each other, 

probably a bunch of Johnny spam pics

videos of them dancing or doing something stupid or slightly illegal 

and probably a lot more pictures like the ones they are taking here

sm do us all a favor and please release their pictures

Comforting Winn

Alex’s phone chirps and she grabs it immediately, instinctively, before it can wake the woman sleeping next to her.

She squints at the caller ID, at the time, and her stomach drops.

“Winn, are you okay? Is Kara okay? Is – ”

“No, no, relax Alex, it’s not DEO stuff, it’s – everything’s – you know what, that’s your I-was-sleeping-so-hard-because-I’m-recovering-from-a-wild-night-with-my-lady voice, so I’m just gonna let you – ”

Alex rubs her eyes and sits up, making sure the covers stay wrapped around Maggie’s nearly naked body as Maggie sighs and shifts around at the loss of contact without opening her eyes.

“I don’t have a voice for – you know what, no, Winn, what is it?”

“I – it – I’m sorry Alex, it’s just… Kara and James are in this really intensive training with J’onn and Lyra’s out of town with her brother and I – ”

“Spit it out, Schott, what is it?”

“My dad… my dad called. I didn’t take it, but I – he – ”

Alex’s stomach lurches and she runs a hand over her face, her heart breaking more than she wants to portray in her voice.

“Where are you?”

“I’m home, where else would I – ”

“Come over. I’ll leave the door open for you.”

“No, Alex, I shouldn’t have called, you’re with Maggie, I – ”

“Winn, get over here. And bring coffee.”

Maggie rolls over and gropes sleepily for Alex’s body with her eyes closed. “And donuts,” she calls groggily, and Alex grins down at her.

“You hear that, Winn?”

“Loud and clear. Give me a half hour. And Alex – ”

“Don’t make me regret being nice to you, Schott. Just get over here.”

She hangs up before he has the chance to change his mind, before he has the chance to talk himself out of reaching out to her.

She purses her lips and shudders slightly and sighs, slipping out of the bed to unlock the door for him.

“He okay, Al?” Maggie croaks, sitting up to watch Alex pad across the living room sleepily.

“He will be,” Alex whispers across the house. “Sleep, babe. He won’t be here for another half hour.”

She slips back into bed and Maggie melts into her arms immediately. “You’re not mad? I mean, you don’t mind?”

Maggie turns and puts a clumsy, groggy hand to Alex’s cheek. “Why’d I be mad at you for being a great big sister, Danvers?”

Alex pffts and shakes her head and is grateful Maggie can’t see her blush.

“You’re the best, you know that?” she kisses her, and Maggie grins with her eyes closed.

They’re not sure how or exactly when they drift back to sleep, but they both immediately snap back awake when the front door creaks open and light from the hallway spills into the apartment.

“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, it’s me,” Winn holds up his hands as best he can with coffee and donuts, because if he knows nothing else, he knows the women in his life.

“C’mere, you,” Alex invites, and Maggie remembers with a jolt that she’s not wearing a shirt.

“Also, pass me that t-shirt on the floor in the kitchen, would you?” Maggie asks with a cocky, sleepy grin, and Winn chuckles slightly.

“Kitchen fun times, huh Danvers? Nice – ”

“Don’t – don’t say anything else,” Alex cuts him off, and Maggie chuckles this time.

He steps up into Alex’s room and passes Maggie her shirt with his eyes studiously closed.

Alex takes the opportunity to study him. His shoulders are stooped and he’s in one of James’s old hoodies and his eyes, even closed, are swollen. He looks tiny and he looks terrified.

She remembers sobbing into Maggie’s arms about her father.

She remembers Maggie sobbing into her arms about her own father.

How small it made Alex feel. How small it made Maggie look.

“Okay,” Maggie tells him, shirt on now, and Alex shifts and pats the bed between her and her girlfriend.

“Come on,” she says, and Winn just stares.

“You tell anyone about this and you will find out exactly what those index finger techniques are – ”

“You know it’s not as scary when you have sex-bed hair and your girlfriend just needed me to collect her shirt from your kitchen floor – ”

“Yeah, babe, also, index finger threats? Like, has a whole new meaning now, doesn’t – ”

“Traitor! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Actually, um… you invited me over to support me? So, it’s all about my side?”

Alex sighs and shrugs and holds out her hands for her coffee, and Winn provides.

Maggie holds out her hand too, but when he offers the coffee, she just shakes her hand again. He grins and presents her with the entire box of donuts.

“Now you’re getting it,” she says through a mouthful of chocolate glazed. “Get over here before Danvers and I make like Kara and eat the whole damn box.”

Winn gulps and sets his and Maggie’s coffees on the bedside table and crawls over Alex – she doesn’t move to make it easier for him, a shit-eating grin on her face and a mock-glare on his – to settle between them. Maggie tosses the covers over him and holds out the donut box.

“So what happened?”

Winn sighs and shrinks into himself and stuffs a donut into his mouth.

“Caooellheae?” he tries to ask around a mouthful of chocolate frosting.

“Try again, Schott,” Alex furrows her brow at him, and he tastes a gigantic gulp.

“Can you tell her, Alex?”

Alex heart breaks and she sips at her coffee and she almost reaches out to touch his face. Almost.

“Winn’s dad called him tonight. And he’s… he’s in prison – for um – ”

“He’s the Toyman,” Winn supplies quickly, like ripping off a bandaid, leaning over Alex to get his coffee so he doesn’t have to meet Maggie’s eyes.

But Maggie just nods and puts her hand on his knee and urges him to take another donut.

“I figured, Winn. I just – it’s not mine to bring up if you don’t wanna talk about it.”

Alex and Winn both turn to Maggie with looks of identical shock.

“Detective, guys. It’s kind of my job. And it’s not like your names aren’t, you know, the same.”

Winn casts his eyes down and digs into a jelly-filled.

“Funny thing, though. Because the names are the same, but the people are so different,” she continues, softly, softly, and Winn looks up at her with wide eyes and a set jaw.

“That’s not what he says. He says we’re the same. He said it when he escaped, and he said it again in the voicemail he left tonight.”

Alex does reach out to touch his face this time, briefly, softly, and Maggie smiles sadly across the bed at her girlfriend.

“Well, my dad says the reason he was willing to forcibly deport thousands of innocent people is me.”

“And mine says I’m a disgusting disgrace and selfish and am going to hell and he never wants to see me again.”

Alex exhales with tears in her eyes and Winn turns to Maggie with a furrowed brow, concern and sadness all over his face.

Maggie tilts her coffee cup toward his in salute, and offers simply, by way of explanation, “Lesbian.”

“Maggie, I… I didn’t know. I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“Well hey, dysfunctional, abusive relationships with fathers’ club in this bed tonight. At least there’s donuts, right?”

Winn smiles and leans to put his head on Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex wishes it were game night, not comfort night, so she could take a picture.

“Invite Kara and James with their dead dads and we’ll have a real party,” Winn deadpans from Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex tosses her arm around him, her fingers playing on the back of Maggie’s neck.

“You’re nothing like your dad, Winn. Nothing. And even if… even if you have those things inside you, it’s the choices, you know, that you make. And you’ve chosen to… to save the world, dude, not destroy it.”

Winn sighs and sits up, grabbing a third donut from the box at Maggie’s feet, biting into it and offering the rest to Alex miserably. She accepts and keeps her arm steady around his shoulders.

“How can you be sure?”

Alex sighs and chews thoughtfully.

“You know, Kara didn’t really have a lot of friends. Growing up. She was the weird kid, the freak who never quite fit in. People always took advantage of how kind she is, how… how amazing she is. And then she interviewed at CatCo, and she met you, and you know when she first told me about you, about this IT guy who takes her to lunch and explains all of Cat Grant’s idiosyncracies so she doesn’t get fired, and laughs at her terrible jokes and makes terrible jokes of his own, and has toys all over his desk and stammers when he gets nervous but always, always stands up for her when people try to dismiss her as incompetent just because she’s… well, Kara… I was suspicious of you. I… I didn’t trust it. You. I thought you just wanted her, that you wanted to use her for something, that you were making fun of her. But the stories never stopped. The stories about how good you were to her. And then I met you, and you… you were real. You just… you just really cared for her. And then she started dating the only other friend you had and you just… you took care of yourself, and then you just… you kept caring. You’re rare, Winn. You… you saw Kara. You always saw her. So no. You’re nothing like your dad. Because you see goodness in the world and you’re not threatened by it, you don’t want to destroy it, you just want to make more goodness yourself.”

“Alex, I – ”

“No, nope, don’t say anything. I’ve just fulfilled my yearly quota of being nice to you, so really, you don’t wanna push it.”

“I was just gonna tell you that you have some powdered sugar on your lip.”

“I can get that for you, babe – ”

“God, guys, I’m right – ow, Maggie, that’s my foot – it – okay – I’ll just… I’ll be on the other side of your inexplicably massive bed…”

“Winn.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I love you. Okay?”

“I love you too, Alex. I love you too.”

“Aww, guys, you’re so sweet!”

“If anyone at the DEO finds out about this, I swear to god, Sawyer – ”

“What are you gonna do, babe, threaten me with your index finger? Cause that’s not a threat – ”

“Oh my god, why are you both like this?”

“Oh Alex, come on. Look at my puppy eyes! And your woman’s dimples! You love us!”

Winn activates his best puppy eyes and Maggie flashes her biggest smile, and Alex, for once in her life, is defenseless and feels amazing about it.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Vacation/ Summer starter Pack. 


  • “ It’s too hot, we should really buy some ice-cream.”
  • “ So, do you like swimming ?" 
  • ” It’s summer, time to party.“
  •  ” Days like this are perfect for hanging out with your dearest friend, don’t you think? 
  • “ With this heat the pool is more appealing than ever…" 
  •  ” Do you want to go to beach?“ 
  • ” I heard there is a nice event you might like.“
  • ” Where should we go next?“
  •  ” I wish it could last forever.“ 
  •  ” I’m not sure I want to go back home. It’s awesome here.“
  • ” Get ready, we’re going on a trip!“
  • ” I’m totally ready to start a new summer romance !“ 
  • ” The hotel looked different in the pictures…”
  • “I heard there are some neat places to visit here.”
  • “Why don’t we try some local food?”
  • “I want to take some pictures, we should frame this moment forever.”
  • “I can’t believe we’re finally here!”
  • “Guess who bought two tickets for the waterpark?”
Colors

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,008

Warnings: fluff, maybe a swear word? but really just entirely fluff

Prompt: AU. Painter reader and Mechanical engineer student Dean Winchester. Reader decides that Dean gets to be her canvas today.

A/N: Betad by @taste-of-dean like two weeks ago, this fic has just been sitting waiting for me to post it but I got sidetracked by phxcon.

Originally posted by deanwinchestar

Y/N was in her favorite button down - the one that was covered in oil and acrylic colors, flicked, smeared and dotted in all different places. It was previously her fathers, though she had stolen it from his closet when she took her first art class her freshman year of high school. Dean always knew what was happening when she wore it.

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EXO REACTION: Their Reaction To You Teasing Them In Public ~Naughty November~

Exo reaction to you teasing them in public~


Baekhyun:

Baekhyun doesn’t like to be teased, he absolutely hates it. When you tease him he feels like you’ve gotten away with something and the first instinct on his mind was to get you back, make you regret your teasing and wish the both of you were in bed, fucking from the very moment he touched you.

Baekhyun sat in his seat, his legs crossed hands folded holding his knee, left foot tapping against the floor. Jongdae watched him with cautious eyes, wanting to ask what was wrong but knowing better, Baekhyun’s tongue poked against the corner of his mouth. He was pissed, Jongdae didn’t know why of course but Baekhyun was pissed and he made a note to steer clear of his older friend for the rest of tonight…well at least until he resolved whatever was bothering him.

The reason Baekhyun was pissed was that you had teased him all the way here in the back of the van, not with your hands or anything…no that would have been less torturing than you fixing your hair, fixing your tits, looking over at him, winking at him, running your tongue over your teeth and popping your lips at him. You pretended not to notice what you were doing to him but Baekhyun was a sensitive boy, a strong breeze could turn him on.

Baekhyun watched you with cautious eyes as Jongdae had done with him, you were on the dancefloor, drink in your hand, you weren’t dancing with anyone, just moving along to the music, your free hand running over your body. He was thinking of a way to get back at you, a way to dip his toes into the water without splashing anyone else. He quickly glanced over toward Jongdae and Sehun as they talked about whatever they were talking about-he honestly didn’t care, giving them a quick smile he stood up from his seat and walked toward you. He plucked your drink from your fingers and threw it back, setting it on the tray of a waiter as they walked by. “Hi.” He smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist, gingerly. You kink a brow at him,

“Hi.” You smile back, but he doesn’t say anything else, instead, he turns you in his arms, pulling you into his hard-on. “Ooh, are you still hard from the incident in the van?” Baekhyun chuckles, moving your hair from one side of your neck to the other.

“Damn right I’m still hard, do you have any clue what you do to me?” He presses himself against you harder, his hands moving to grope your tits through your dress, giving them a rough squeeze. He doesn’t linger on them, moving his hands back down your body.

“Baekhyun?” He doesn’t respond one of his hands traveling up the front of your dress and you think the heavens the dance floor was dark. “Baekhyun…we can’t do this…” He smirks against the skin of your neck, his fingerpads pressing against your clit through your underwear.

“It doesn’t feel too nice to be on the receiving end of teasing, does it?” You shake your head no, mewling at the feeling of him pressing against your clit harder.

“C-can we leave? Can we just leave?” Baekhyun chuckles and pulls away from you, spinning you around so your chest is pressed against his chest once again.

“We just got here!” He picks up a drink from the tray of a waiter that was walking by and hands it to you. “Here, have another drink!” He smiles and you take it from him, watching him spin around on his heel and walk away. Jongdae and Sehun watch him all the way to his seat,

“A-are you feeling better, hyung?” Jongdae asks, sparing a glance toward Sehun who just shrugged taking another sip of his drink.

“Yeah…” Baekhyun sighs, “Much better.”


Jongdae/Chen:

To tease someone in public didn’t necessarily mean you had to be with them. When Jongdae had to go to early rehearsal and left with a quick kiss on your forehead and a note apologizing you were left to fend for yourself in the mornings. You hated to keep all the good parts to yourself, thus resulting in the multiple nudes you would send to Jongdae.

The first one would be in front of your full body mirror, in his t-shirt. You would let the shirt move up your thighs a little, running your tongue over your teeth, one eye closed you snap the picture. You caption it ‘Missing you already…really wish you didn’t have to leave so early in the morning…“ It’d take a good thirty minutes before you received a response. It was a picture of him and he was pouting. 'I miss you too and I really wish you didn’t send pictures like this while I’m at rehearsal!”

Boy if he thought that one was bad, the next snap you sent him, the shirt was off and you sat on your knees, hand between your thighs, chest pushed up for the camera’s view. 'Jongdae! Any way you could come home soon?’ When Jongdae opened the snap his eyes almost popped out of his head, he quickly looked around to make sure no one saw his phone and took a quick picture of his growing bulge in his practice sweats. 'Y/N, please,  I can’t dance with a hard-on.“

You scoff and prop your legs over, revealing your cunt, you lean back on your palm and snap the picture, tilting your head to the side. 'I’m sorry Jongdae…I do miss you though.” You send it and it’s almost immediately opened, and no later than ten minutes later you receive a video snap from Jongdae, it shows that he’s in the restroom and his hand is moving along his cock. 'You are so in for it when I get home…this is so embarrassing that I have to jerk off in the bathroom.’ You exit out of the video and press the phone icon, clicking his contact.

“Hi, Jongdae!” You giggle into the phone, standing up from the floor to walk back to your bed. “I see that you miss me as much as I miss you…” You hear him grunt through the phone and lay down on the bed,

“Do you have five minutes to spare?”


Chanyeol:

I don’t care what anyone says, this gigantic baby with the deep ass voice that sends shivers down your spine completely freezes and freaks out when you start with your teasing.

You’d be taking a risk for the both of you the first time you decide to tease him in public. It’d start out with simply fixing his tie, you wouldn’t be able to kiss him in public, so you’d just smooth out his suit, patting his cheek before turning around to continue on with taking the pictures on the carpet. Chanyeol would place his hand on the small of your back, guiding you into the building. “I’m never going to get used to that.” You giggle as the ushers lead you and Chanyeol to the table Exo was sat at for the awards show. You took your seat next to Chanyeol and the both of you focused on the stage. The introductions of these awards shows were so long, you had begun to grow bored, you place your hand on Chanyeol’s thigh, quickly glancing over at him-both of you quickly smiling. You focus back on the stage and start to move your hand up and down his thigh, going further up each time. Chanyeol’s brows furrowed and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against your ear.

“Jagi, what are you doing?” You look back at him and lean back in your seat, your shoulder pressed against his. “Jagi?” He asks again but you don’t respond, your lips pulling into a smirk, your hand cupping his growing bulge. His eyes widen and the camera comes up to the table, you wave at them with your hand not under the table, blowing the camera a kiss. Chanyeol nervously smiles at the camera, awkwardly waving before the crew moves down to the rest of the group.

“That was close.” You chuckle, laying your head on Chanyeol’s shoulder, massaging his bulge now. “How’s that feel Chanyeol? Is it easing any of your nerves?” Chanyeol hangs his head in his hands, his lips pressed into a tight line. “Chanyeol, baby, how’s it feel?” You lean over to whisper in his ear, smiling when you hear him whimper.

“Our first group on stage is Exo with their live performance of The Eve.” Chanyeol shoots up, his head snapping toward you. You remove your hand from his now very obvious bulge and slide out of the booth, letting him and Sehun, Minseok, and Junmyeon out of their booth. Chanyeol narrows his eyes at you and slides out of the booth quickly hurrying backstage.

“What’s wrong with him?” Minseok asks on the way out. You smile with a simple shrug,

“He might have a boner when he goes on stage…oops!”

I Held a Swastika.

Part of my hospital chaplaincy duties is to write a reflection on how it’s going. Identities may be altered for privacy. All the writings are here.


The nurse told me that the patient, Willard, had taken a bite out of another nurse. He had swung at one of the doctors and thrown urine at a surgeon. Willard had multiple organ failure and he couldn’t walk; he kept demanding to go home. “Get me a wheelchair, I’ll flop in and ride over you people.” The staff kept trying to get him to stay, to get treated, despite his violent non-compliance: because nurses and doctors have the guts to look past that stuff.

They called for a chaplain to ask about Willard’s family members, to see if anyone could pick him up when he was discharged. I was the lucky chaplain who took the order.

When I walked in, I immediately noticed the patient had a tattoo of a heart on his hand, near the inner-fold of his thumb, with a swastika in the middle of the heart. The cognitive dissonance was startling. Not “I love mom” or his wife’s name, I thought, with a bit of snark. But hate in your heart. Very subtle.

“He’s one of those, you know, angry old fogeys,” the nurse had whispered right before I walked in. The nurse was a Middle Eastern man, about my age, and I couldn’t imagine the awful things he had to go through with this patient the last few days.

My eyes locked on the swastika first. The symbol held a terrible place in my memory: when I was a kid, someone had spraypainted a red swastika next to the front door of my dad’s business. Though my dad had tried to paint over it, I could still see it on hot summer days, a scar on the wall and a scar in my head, a mad throbbing declaration of all the world’s ugliness dripping in crimson. I still dream about it sometimes, and in the dream I’ll peer down at my wrists, which are engraved with the same red marks down to the veins.

The patient, Willard, saw me and said, “Thank God, a chaplain, finally someone who can hear me.”

But I don’t want to hear you, I thought. And a sick part of me also thought, You deserve this. I hope you never leave. Then you can’t hurt anyone out there.

He said, “Look, I see your face, I’m not trying to hurt anybody. You get it? I just want to go home. Fetch me a f__ing wheelchair, would you?.”

Willard got louder. He clenched his fists and waved them around. It was rather sad to see someone so animated and aggressive while pinned down to a bed, like the blanket had eaten his lower half and he was trying to crawl out. “Come on, I told you people that I wouldn’t hurt nobody. I got a dozen things wrong with me, I’m not a danger to you, I want to go home and to die in peace. You hear me? I’m ready to go home and die.”

He went on like this for over a minute. That’s a long time to stand there and let someone monologue with escalating hysteria. He dropped more f-bombs and jabbed a finger at me and tried to point at the whole hospital. His voice got so loud that I was worried about the patients nearby, and that maybe the nurse would call security, or that Willard himself would keel over. At several points it looked like he wanted to hop out of the bed and punch my ankles. The strange swastika-heart tattoo flashed before me like a flag on fire.

I had half a mind to leave. I didn’t have to stay. I didn’t want to stay. I kept looking at that swastika. I kept thinking he deserved to be here, to be sick and sorry and helpless.

When Willard stopped talking for a moment, I said the only thing I could think of.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Willard. It sounds like you have a lot going on and it’s been really hard for you.”

He said, “Yes, yes it’s been hard. I swear, I’m not a bad person.” And he burst into tears.

Just like that, his face flipped from anger to grief, and his entire body melted into the bed. Just a broken down old man, crying.

Then he motioned so I could hold his hand. He needed me to hold that hand.

For a second, I stood there, confused and bewildered and infuriated. This is not okay, I thought. You’re everything I hate about the world. Why would you think this is okay?

I pictured two of me, one turning about face and never looking back and absolutely unable to endorse what this guy stood for, and the other me stepping forward in an ostensible betrayal of my deepest values, of my father, of that little child who had to ask why someone would paint such a dirty symbol of hatred over us. I remembered going with my dad to buy new paint, his face set and smiling and determined to be better than this, to make it in a harsh, lonely country that never fully welcomed him, but that he welcomed anyway, because he dared to believe in bigger dreams than the ones that had been painted for him. And I wondered if we were ever going to make it like this, that if we walked away from each other that we would ever heal, and if maybe the very same hands that could carve such scars could also build a life through those wounds, too.

Dad, you showed me something better. You dreamed bigger. You built the dream in me.

So I stepped forward anyway.

I held that man’s hand. I held his swastika, that ugly little tattoo with the heart tattooed around it. 

Willard sobbed, loudly. I asked if he believed in prayer, and he did. I prayed. When I finished, I tried to pull my hand back, but he wasn’t having it. The nurse walked in, a little alarmed, giving me that look: This guy is a real human being who cries, huh?

The nurse prepared a syringe and gave Willard a few shots. My hand was nearly crushed. Willard kept sobbing; I must’ve held his hand for fifteen minutes while he wept and wept. I was silent. No words would work here. And at some point, our hands together, I didn’t want to leave anymore. This all made sense somehow, some kind of crazy giddy exuberant kind of sense, like God or the universe or fate had aligned and unlocked and we were exactly as we were meant to be. I still wasn’t entirely comfortable, and I wasn’t okay with all this man represented: but I pictured a river breaking through, breaking up our old walls and taking down the guard-posts and making the roads new. I wish I could fully describe the lightness in my being right then, a kind of diffused outwardness from my elbow to my fingertips, like my arm was stretching with a pulse. We were painting something different, maybe for our first time. I didn’t think this made me the “bigger person,” because I had every instinct to leave, and there were plenty of times I had failed at this before. I only knew that I had to choose against myself, and choices like this matter, maybe more than the ones we want right now.

When we parted, Willard looked up at me with eyes brimming red.

He didn’t say anything. He only nodded. And inexplicably, we both laughed, just once. I don’t know why we laughed, but it was good.

Later, I told my fellow chaplain, “I have to tell you the craziest story.”

And my friend, at the end, laughed at the obvious symbolism.

“I guess you were the heart around that guy’s swastika.”

I could only nod. I was my father, painting over old scars.

J.S.

ambivalentcats  asked:

Okay okay but get this: Vitiligo!Lance who is super insecure about his spots and doesn't let anybody see (Hunk knows bc childhood friends) and one day something happens and his foundation washes off and he's so mortified because he's already useless he doesn't need to be a freak too

My grandma has vitiligo 

Okay but, I see this, and I raise you a Lance who is really insecure because he used to get bullied for it. Like he was raised in Cuba until he was 12 and they moved too the states (Somewhere in California is my head canon, but anywhere works) and when he was 15 they moved back to Cuba, so he is used to being teased for being two skin tones. Lets just say, he starts putting on the makeup at a young age. 

And he learns how to make the foundation around the same time he learns how to make nail polish, so he never really can run out, he just makes more. 

The only one who knows about his Vitiligo is Hunk, the best friend, and when Keith accidentally washes it off (He had a wet cloth, cleaning, he tripped, and his hand caught on Lance’s face) he immediately goes to Lance’s room and gets his foundation, cause Hunk knows Lance hates it. But Keith’s just like, “Whoa Lance, you have vatiligo? Its kinda.. pretty.” 

Of course Lance flips, because he really really hates it. And he’s like “people with vitiigo can’t be pretty!!” Something my Grandma went through when she was young And Keith is just like, “Winnie Harlow.  I wish I could show you a picture, but she’s extremely pretty, and just like you, she has vitiligo. Its nothing too be ashamed of Lance.” 

Lance doesn’t listen, but he does start to let his guard down around Keith now that he knows, and shows it doesn’t bother him that much. Like he always takes off makeup before bed, and he used to only cuddle with Hunk when it was time too sleep cause of this, but now he’ll sometimes talk to Keith without the makeup if its past bed time for the team.

Dealing with Crowds and Service Dog Etiquette

Below are some suggestions for dealing with crowds when you have a Service Dog. When travelling in busy areas or cities you can face a lot of issues, not all of them access-related. You need to be wary of people trampling your dog and approaching you to ask questions. If you are anxious or unsure about how to handle these situations the list I have written may be useful to you.

Ways to deal with crowds:

  • If travelling with a friend or group of people, keep your Service Dog between you and one of them so that they are more concealed and invite fewer people to approach.
  • When travelling on busy transport, keep your leg on the outside of your dog and have them sit close to you to avoid them being stood on or sliding when the transport makes any sudden stops and starts.
  • Always walk on the side of the road when travelling with your Service Dog, this avoids incidents with people driving too close to the curb or your dog being pushed onto the road if you are nudged by a crowd member. If you have your dog clearly vested people should hopefully give you more space on the sidewalk. (Note- This point may be contradictory to what some Service Dogs are trained to do. Guide Dogs in particular are trained to stand in front of cars so that in the event of being hit when crossing a road etc, the dog is a buffer than can protect the human. I merely state that you should be vigilant about roads in the case of an incident that is non-life-threatening to you but very harmful to your dog. If your dog is seriously injured, your independence will be affected as a result of this.)
  • Make sure your dog is clearly marked as a Service Dog with patches that remind people to not pet or distract them. Yes, a lot of people tend not to read them, but it can help deter the ones that do.
  • If you struggle with anxiety and people approaching you to ask about your dog, some patches can be purchased that ask people NOT to approach the handler as it causes anxiety. Consider in investing in ones of these. They can be found on Ebay.
  • On more basic grounds, if you wish to avoid getting into conversation use the simple trick of avoiding eye contact and listening to an mp3 player if possible. It might not always work, but if you aren’t eyeing people back it tends to be less inviting grounds for a conversation.
  • Have a pretend phone call.
  • Have a real phone call.
  • Carry small business cards around with you with information on them. A few of my friends do this. You can have basic info on them or website links that explain things such as: What your Service Dog is trained in, What organisation trained them (if you did not owner-train) and links to places where people can read more if they are interested. It can help if you don’t want to appear rude or dismissive but still want to help educate people about Service Dogs. On cards you can explain that you may have not been feeling very well, but appreciate the interest of the person before giving brief snippets of information about your Service Dog.
  • If somebody tries to pet your dog, a way to deal with this is to place your hand under theirs so that they would come into contact with you rather than your dog. This is often enough to deter people who have either been too rude to ask if they can pet your dog or have ignored your request for them not to.

HOW TO BEHAVE AROUND A SERVICE DOG

Many people approach Service Dog handlers out of simple curiosity. Not everyone has bad intentions. Even though it can be repetitive and tiresome to hear 20 times a day how somebody has a dog ‘just like yours’ or wishes their dog was as well trained or has a distant relative who has a Service Dog, the general public can often not realise this. Here I will discuss simple Service Dog etiquette. For the sake of handlers everywhere, please take these points into account:

  • Do NOT pet the dog without permission. As a rule of thumb it is best not to ask to pet the dog at all, they are working and if distracted they can fail to perform important tasks such as alerting to medical emergencies. There have been instances in which people have suffered seizures after their Service Dogs have been distracted from alerting them. It is dangerous to distract a Service Dog.
  • READ THE PATCHES! Service Dogs do not just wear those glaring bright patches that read 'Do Not Pet’ to look pretty. Please read and respect them.
  • Do not allow your dog to approach a Service Dog if it is working. If you are in doubt ASK whether it is alright for you to introduce your dog. This is especially important if your dog is unruly or aggressive. If a Service Dog is injured by another dog you are seriously affecting the independence of the handler. If a Service Dog is injured it is unable to work. If the dog is unable to work, the handler may be rendered unable to do everyday tasks for a long period of time. It’s not worth the risk.
  • Never feed a Service Dog.  A lot of dogs are on specialized diets and may have health conditions that make them unable to tolerate certain foods. I have had a dog with years of pancreatitis and hypothyroidism - if somebody fed him anything remotely high in fat he would become so seriously ill that his life was in danger. Do NOT feed other people’s dogs. You don’t know their health conditions or dietary requirements. Regardless of health, it is also a distraction. 
  • Speak to the person, not the dog. Handlers often find that they are 'invisible’ when they have their dog. People always address the dog first and show interest in the dog, but not the person. This can be regarded as rude and a tad disrespectful. Consider the handler.
  • Don’t whistle, call out or harass a Service Dog. This is a distraction and as mentioned before, distractions are dangerous.
  • Make sure your children don’t approach or pet a Service Dog. This is a distraction and even though it may appear 'cute’ or 'funny’ it’s still dangerous. On more general terms it is also a good idea to educate your children on how to approach a dog correctly. Although Service Dogs are no risk to people, children should be taught not to rush over to unfamiliar dogs. Not all dogs are friendly and you do not want your child to get hurt by an aggressive or anxious dog.
  • Do not assume the disability of the handler or ask what their disability is. Quite frankly, that is private and personal. You wouldn’t ask somebody why they are in a wheelchair, so you most certainly shouldn’t ask why they have a Service Animal. Not everyone with a Service Dog is deaf or blind. Be respectful of the different disabilities out there and treat the person as you would treat any other. Some people may not mind offers for help, but a great deal are happy to be left to get on with their day with the help of their Service Dog.
  • Be respectful of the dog. You may not like animals or be fearful of dogs. That is alright, but it is important to recognise that Service Dogs are highly trained. They would NOT be a Service Dog if they are aggressive or in any way a risk to people. These dogs are valued family members that are clean, gentle and just trying to get their job done. Most handlers will do their best to keep their dog at a distance to you if you are uncomfortable with them, but this is not always possible. It is rude (and illegal) to ask someone with a Service Dog to move or leave the premises because you don’t like dogs, 'have allergies’ or are fearful of them. Compromises can be met, but please have some respect.
  • Do not be rude to the handler if they don’t permit you to touch their dog or ask you not to distract them. They have a good reason for asking this.
  • Do not ask a Service Dog handler to have their dog 'demonstrate’ a task.
  • Do not take pictures or record a Service Dog without the handler’s permission.
  • Be considerate about the comments you make. 'But you’re so young!’, 'Are you training him?’, 'I wish I could take my dog everywhere, that’s so cool!’, 'You don’t look disabled’, 'You must be faking it’, 'Are you blind?’ They may seem innocent to you but are invasive to a handler. Put yourself in their shoes.


Remember when responding to people approaching you and your Service Dog…

  • Be patient. You may be tired or having a bad day, but try to be polite. You are representing Service Dog teams and it’s important that you don’t give others a bad name or reputation by being rude to people approaching you out of curiosity.
  • You do not have a 'duty’ to educate the public, but if you have the time or energy to spread a bit of knowledge it can help. Let people know simple things about Service Dog etiquette and how to behave around a Service Dog for future reference. The more people that are educated, the easier it is for future Service Dog teams.

  • If you don’t feel like talking, try using the small business card idea I mentioned earlier.
top 10 nicest nhl players

i decided to compile a list of the nicest guys/best experiences i have had with nhl players! this is not by any means a full list (i haven’t met every single nhl player lol) and i wish i could include 50+ pictures.

10. Braden Holtby. When the caps were in town, he stopped and signed/ took pictures with everyone! We had a little conversation and he seemed genuinely happy to meet fans. 

9. Brandon Saad/Cam Atkinson: I had to include both these guys! they were such happy and smily good sports when my friends and i made them take soooo many pictures. Super sweet!

8. PK Subban: Ok i feel like this is an obvious one. PK is such a fun and nice guy and always so kind to everyone! 

7. Lars Eller: I met Lars when he was still on the habs, and he was so nice to me and my sister! we were of course so excited to get photos with one of our favorite teams and he laughed at our excitement lol.

6. Roman Josi: Roman is SO SWEET. He always takes time to talk to people and ask how they are, even in crazy autograph lines or events where everything needs to move quickly. 

5. Craig Smith: one time we battled in air hockey and managed to end in a tie. He’s always so nice and smily, he gave my sister a puck for her birthday one time and was so happy to do so! 

4. Ben Bishop: ok maybe I’m just head over heels in love with Ben, but meeting him was so great! It was his birthday so of course i run up and tell him “happy birthday” and his face lit up and he laughed “thank you!” super nice guy

3. Filip Forsberg: Fil is the OG love of my life (which is where my url comes from) and i love him so much. I can’t count the number of times I’ve gotten to talk to him, but he is always so kind and excited to see fans. Sometimes at public practices he’ll greet fans first saying “good morning everyone!!!”

2. Nick Foligno: Let me preface this by saying if you ever want a player to talk to you, you have to engage in the conversation. Nick Foligno is not like this. He asked me how i was doing. usually it’s the other way around. Love him!

1. Pekka Rinne: Ok .. y’all knew this was coming. Pekka isn’t even the nicest hockey player i have ever met, he is one of the nicest people on this planet. He is always so kind and nice to me and my friends every time we see him and always asks how life is going. Is it bad he knows our names now? I could go on for days about how much he cares about his fans but we would be here for a while. I will tell you that one time i gave him the DORKIEST letter and he got in touch with me to thank me for it. Can’t say enough about Peks. 

Honorable mentions who would probably be next on the list: Juuse Saros, Colin Wilson, Dougie Hamilton, TJ Oshie, Max Pacioretty, Mike Richards, Shea Weber, Tomas Vokoun, also met Wayne Gretzky one time - he signed everything but didn’t really say much lol